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I'm pretty certain that whole thing started out as 4chan meme-ry. It's rubbish, basically. Always worth double-checking where / who is saying something, as the number of bad faith participants in the broader Warhammer community is pretty bad these days.

Rusted Boltgun covered all the thoughts I had. I do feel using one scheme for regular marines and the other for characters or elites would work well and enhance the distinction between the two on the tabletop.

Hi everyone, my name is Raedbeard and I am new here. I painted my first model as a kid in the 90s and didn't actually play my first game until 2024. Since then I have built up up multiple armies, playing as Orks for some time until shifting over to Death Guard, Dark Angels and now really hyped for the Red Corsairs. Happy to be here and nice to meet you all!

The dialog in Ashes specifically references the actions of VanLeskus at the Machorta Sound in Avenging Son as being the same VanLeskus. There isn't any wiggle room. You can still choose to head-canon it away, but you'd need to edit the dialog as well, including explaining why Ursula Creed is so impressed by this woman when VanLeskus' daughter would actually be a contemporary whose achievements would be of a similar vintage to Ursula's own. Since force-fitting VanLeskus' daughter only solves one of the actual problems in the book while introducing even more, it'd be a more reasonable path to simply make up a completely different character of similar age who transferred over to Fleet Primus at some point prior to Ashes.

Not according to the reading order published by BL in The Silent King, or the books really. Lord Nord gave me a very detailed rundown in the Archmagos thread on the site, it was very helpful (1st page, BL section). From TSK:

Partially off topic, but Devestation of Baal takes place before the Dark Imperium, sometime during the Dawn of Fire series. As do most of the various campaign books released since 8th, including the Arks of Omens series. Gulliman heading off to Nihilus after Godblight is actually his second trip, he went over using the Nachmund Gauntlet the first time, before Abbadons forces had fully clogged it during the first two Vigilus books in 8th and continued in 10ths Crusade: Nachmund. Devestation was written before the timeline retcon, but was always intended to be set before the Dark Imperium Trilogy as it was initially ~80 years post great rift whereas Dark Imperium was initially 112, now that Dark Imperium is only 12 years later, DoB has been moved up too.

New WIPS

THat would be an awsome idea to have mimes. I also remeber from old days that harlequins had special wraithlords. That would be cool to use also. Just give the regular wraithlord special harlequins rules and a sleek paint job :)

I prefer the former, based on the group shot in your library, squads will stand out on the tabletop. Depending on whether they are codex compliant, you could reserve the black pad for Sergeants or other ranks - it does look good with the gold border. Just my tuppence - both look good!

I am gonna be generous and pretend it's her daughter. I think she mentioned in Silent King that she had kids but hardly ever saw them.

The second one with the golden border is more appealling for me

I like later more.

Spotted on reddit; Warhammmer Masterclass seminar on a "Red Corsairs' Raider". Not a "Legionnaire" or any other distinct unit type so this might be the rumoured new infantry unit. All this waiting... making me jump at crumbs...

That's nice! Xenos purging buddies. And even good guys. Good mix of templars and salies.

Welcome back, that Crimson Fist army sounds awesome, a throwback! The hobby can always do with more Crimson Fists forces.

Bit more work, tomorrow it'll be airbrush cleanup and trim. If I'm truly a baller, I'll get to decals but realistically that's not until Monday or Tuesday

I didn't know that. That's quite disappointing.

They are the Green Templar: hunters of forbidden relics, executioners of knowledge, and the hammer that keeps the Dark Age of Technology buried forever. Successors of the Salamanders, they strike where the Imperium dares not tread, leaving nothing alive that could betray what they hunt. FINAL COGITATOR ENTRY OF CAPTAIN SÉBASTIEN YORKE: They came aboard without ceremony. No warning chime. No challenge from the augur decks. One moment the Gloria Invictus drifted on idle in Imperial voidspace, her holds full and her ledgers clean. The next, the boarding alarms screamed like dying things. Green armor. Not Salamanders green—colder, somehow. Bone-white pauldrons marked with a templar cross. Two chapters merged into one impossible purpose. I could only guess who these Green Templar really were. I invoked my Warrant. “I am a Rogue Trader—Sébastien Yorke—of the Imperium,” I said, forcing steel into my voice. “By the authority of the High Lords of Terra—” They did not answer. They advanced, deck by deck, methodical, unhurried. Not butchers. Not raiders. Auditors. Sealing bulkheads, marking crates, tagging cogitator cores with red sigils that pulsed once and went dark. My armsmen fired. Some died screaming in fire that clung to flesh and armor alike. Others vanished under bolter fire so precise it felt personal. No warnings. No demands. Only collection. They found the vaults. I followed them, flanked by my Seneschal and what remained of my honor guard, shouting words like talismans: Warrant. Sanction. Cold Trade. I told them the artifacts were catalogued, secured, studied under Mechanicus charter. I told them I had saved worlds with the technologies they now sealed away. A warrior turned toward me. His helm lenses burned like coals. “You have saved nothing,” he said. That was the only sentence any of them spoke. They brought the seized relics to the docking bay—xenos engines wrapped in null-shrouds, crystalline cogitators older than the Imperium, weapons that hummed with sleeping suns. My life’s work. My legacy. And then Vulkan He’stan arrived. I recognized him at once. You don’t trade the stars for three centuries without learning the faces of legends. The Forgefather walked among my cargo in silence, the Primarch's Spear mag-locked at his side, his gauntlet brushing dust from devices that had cost me entire systems to acquire. Hope flared in my chest. Fool that I was. “Lord,” I said. “You see—this is sanctioned. This is lawful. This knowledge—” He stopped before a device I had never dared activate. He studied it for a long moment. Then he shook his head. Just once. No condemnation. No command. He turned and left my ship. I understood. The Green Templar waited until his vessel cleared the hangar before they began the purge. They did not destroy the artifacts first. They destroyed the records. My ledgers burned. My cogitator banks were slagged. Servitors dismantled into wet meat and scrap. I was seized, restrained, pulse-bound—not by mercy, but by necessity. The Apothecary moved among the wounded, scanning every survivor, preparing his tools. He would ensure no trace of forbidden knowledge survived. When he finally approached, I would've sworn I saw the disgust through his helmet as he recognized what was buried within me—the source of my long life. For the briefest of moments he studied it—buried, ancient, alien. The narthecium unfolded. Pressure. Heat. A wet shock. Gone. Four hundred years collapsed in seconds. The Apothecary crushed it in his gauntlet. Strength drained. Vision dimmed. The last thing I saw: green armor moving past me, methodical, unconcerned, as the charges finished counting down on the remaining vaults. I had thought the technology kept me alive. I was wrong. It only postponed the moment I became unacceptable. ☆☆☆ PERSONAL LOG: SEREN KORRAN, SALAMANDERS STORMRAVEN PILOT — DAY 47, ALPHA RIM PATROL I did not look at the ship as it burned. Hands steady on the Stormraven controls, the engine hum drowned out the void-detonations behind us. Auspex returns flared and died as Sébastien Yorke’s vessel came apart, compartment by compartment, exactly as planned. The Forgefather stood behind me, silent. I knew—everyone in the forge-clans knew—that he despised the Green Templar. Not for zeal, but for certainty. They were a tool he would never claim, only point toward the rim and loose like a blade. Because they were the best. No one hunted forbidden tech more thoroughly. No one left questions. I had seen the cargo. Xenos engines bound in prayer-chains. Devices whose light bent the air. Knowledge that could have fed worlds, healed atmospheres, ended wars I had already fought. Vulkan He’stan inspected only what he must. Human craft. Provenance traced. Lineage confirmed. Anything born of alien thought he did not touch. Anything that might have helped all mankind—destroyed. That was the limit of his mercy. The Promethean Creed teaches fire tempers. That what survives is stronger. I had repeated those words a thousand times on Nocturne. But there was no tempering here. Only selection. Only annihilation. As we cleared the blast radius, the ship’s death registered on my displays. A brief flare. Wreckage scattered. Then nothing. No life signs. No records. I said nothing. That is my shame. The Forgefather remained silent behind me, a presence like cooled steel. He had done what he could. The rest, he left to monsters. ☆☆☆ AFTER-ACTION RECORD: GT-RIM-4471 Subject: Void-vessel Gloria Invictus — Cold Trade contamination confirmed. Disposition: All artifacts, records, and biological carriers purged. Vessel expunged. No recoverable legacy remains. ☆☆☆ Somewhere in the void, as my life faded and the Green Templar disappeared into the dark, I thought I heard a whisper of my name—but no one would ever speak it again.

I live in the US and definitely dont want to visit DC for any reason lol

I would be very surprised if they tried to recreate the dioramas in the UK WHW in the US version. The smart business move would be to create a site similar but not quite identical so that the punters (i.e. us) have two potential visiting sites rather than a case of seen one, seen them both situation. No doubt GW will have thought through all these scenarios.

I might be editing this down a bit.... just got an idea from watching Equilibrium with Christian Bale. I'm thinking of making them a Salamanders Successor who specializes in hunting for lost-Tech. But they aren't retrieval agents. They purge it from existence. What do you think?

Ok, I've decided on a Color scheme for the army, and reduced the weirdness of their lore thanks to some help from @Kabaakaba They are Salamanders Green with a Black right kneepad. This way Vulcan can slide right in. (He'll have one shoulderpad be the Templar Cross and have a Templar backpack) But the question I have is, which looks better: A white background with a Black Templar Cross.... or.. A Black Background with a White Templar Cross: Both of them will decide on which decals to buy an what the accent color will be on my vehicles. Thank you for your assistance!