The Forgotten are veterans of thousands of years of war. Initmately familiar with all forms of battle, from daring void-raids to full-throated open warfare, to the long, slow stalk of assassination. Each Astartes was forged in the fires of the Heresy against the Warmaster and tempered in the Long War against the Imperium. Their foes have been found wanting and the Forgotten will show them the errors of laxity. 

 
Chosen squad Urial

 
Chosen squad Neferus

Blade to bone
Swords for lord
We are the Cambriel blade-sworn, the life-guards of the elite
Challengers of champions, slayers of heros
No wound shall get past us, no harm shall come to our charge
 - Cambiel vows

 
Legionaries squad Hamaliel

 
Legionaries squad Yukasar

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"Night-black armor. Red wings. They came from everywhere...too fast for us to follow. We were barely awake when blasts took out the armor company- missiles and lasers hitting our Russ' cupola's and treads so quick. There was a silence, our alarms the only sound as the tanks' cooked and burned. 

Bolters stuttered. I'll never forget the hiss-boom of the bolts as my company-mates exploded around me. The Lancers were the best men I've served with, trained in the martial academies of Lyria and veterans all. The Lancers knew all the textbook responses to an attack and deployed them instantly.

It didn't matter. They came, faster than I've even seen the blessed Astartes move. Their blades were shining and roaring, powerweapons and chainswords of ancient make and beauty. They cut through our Ogyrn like a slab of 'starch and took out the Lord General. I've never seen anything so frightening or beautiful. It was perfect."

-- Interrogation of Captain Bret Dannan, 1st Lyrian Lancers
-- Subject terminated due to possible heretical thought contamination by order of Inquisitor Ty-Shul
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Havoc squad Abalim

 
Havoc squad Kushiel

 
Havoc squad Vestus