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A WIP blog of the Shrikeborn, a mercenary force of Night Lords that are working for/with my Word Bearers force the Ebon Word. Lore, WIP, and unit progress shots a-coming.

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Mortals- The Howlbrood and the Still Order

For along the stars they travel, in ships of night and blood Screaming rage and silent death Mortal in flesh, in purpose bound to the more-than-mortal Clad in dusk, armed in fear They are the Howlbrood and the Still Order Twin brotherhoods of the damned Know their mark and beware For if they are near, so are their Masters - Poem found at Unil VI, Bondri Subsector Raidings      Howlbrood “Terror is the only truth.”   The
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The Dirgebound

Stab-lights strobed in the dark. A score of men moved quietly, lasguns held ready and sweeping the darkened street, flicking their gunlights on and off in a trained manner, giving an enemy no steady light to target. Imperial Guard, Mordians even, veterans of that world's ever-night. They were comfortable in the gloom but wary. Their parade-ground uniforms blended into the night as they advanced towards the local power depot. The enemy had come to Javan and the Mordian 990th Iron Guard would not
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Sarran Narvok

Slash-slash-thrust-sweep-return. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.   The soft, guttural grunts of exertion arose from the pale-skinned Astartes. Stripped to the waist, he wove a discipline kata of strikes with a chainglaive. Deep breaths powered the massive figure's strikes against the training-daemons. Mindless, gibbering Neverborn beasts that were summoned and bound into servitor bodies, the training-daemons were foes not to take lightly, even for full armed warriors.   This Astartes
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Navir Xikas

Night has fallen on the city of Uld-Town. The capital of the agri-world of Therema-IV, it boasts a modest population of only twenty million citizens, those that are required to oversee the tithes of the massive grain-fields that cover the planet.    The Dreadclaw drops from the sky, landing struts outstretched and engine furiously braking. The droppod slams into the earth as a small mushroom-cloud of dust rises from the impact. At the slum-edge of the city few notice the noise or the f
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Flaymaster Amathys

Click....click....click....   The metallic noise was repetitive and quiet, a sound barely heard but irritatingly present at the same time. It echoed softly from the upper hanger of the Umbral Vos, from the Aerie of the Lost.    Chains hung from the ceiling of the former hanger, strung about with skin-trophies and tally-skulls from noted kills. The pervasive smells of blood and fear-sweat were muted and overpowered by a harsh tang, a burnt ozone that lingered on the mind as mu
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Headsman Kordesh

The steps approach, steady and unhurried. Members of the Chosen squad flit from shadow to shadow, their weapons drawn and bloodied, their heads twisting to pierce the gloom surrounding them.   A fallen chapel; marble and gold thrown down in a flurry of battle and devastation. The grandiose space once lit by massive promethium-fueled chandeliers now had only flickering flames dancing from burning tapestries and broken pews. The Night Lords moved to surround the altar and the sobbing man
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Stained Lord Tovach Carrow

"Greetings Lord Carrow."   The cultured voice of his "ally", the First Acolyte of the Ebon Word, grated in Carrow's ears. Not because the voice was unpleasant; if anything the voice of Vor Skral of the Word Bearers legion was too pleasant. A voice meant to cajole and seduce, to lead sermons and turn the will of entire planets. No, the voice annoyed Carrow because of what it represented, the slow corruption of an Astartes into the pawns of the Chaos Gods. For that is what the Ebon Word
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The Shrikeborn

The Shrikeborn Warband of the Night Lords Legion Commander: Stained Lord Tovach Carrow Doctrine: Precision terror strikes, aerial decapitation raids, psychological warfare   “We are not monsters. We are the memory of justice, sharpened into a talon.” — Stained Lord Tovach Carrow, before the Fall of Virex Spire   The Shrikeborn are a feared Night Lords warband known for their surgical terror strikes and Raptor-led aerial assaults, but unlike many of their k
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