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Part I +++The Icon of the Silent Gorgon+++ In the aftermath of the Drop Site Massacre, not every Loyalist survivor was a hero in the making. Amidst the devastation of Isstvan V, a small conclave of Apothecaries from the shattered Legions — Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard — found each other among the ruins. Driven mad with grief, rage, and the impossible knowledge of their gene-brothers’ total slaughter, these men refused to accept defeat. United by shared horror and bitter desperation, they hatched a forbidden plan: to resurrect their fallen Legions through cloning, genetic grafting, and any means necessary. They scavenged gene-seed from the corpses of their brothers, captured traitor Astartes for gene-stock, and began crude implantation procedures on abducted human candidates — in underground vaults, on derelict ships, and amid the craters of dead worlds. Their warband, known to terrify survivors and hunt warlords alike, The Echoes of Iskvara, are a shambling, patchwork force of cloned Astartes, half-finished marines, and failed gene-experiments. These are not proper legion succesors — they’re gestalt replicants of what was lost, reflections of the Apothecaries’ hatred made flesh. Fragment 717//A-Null//Iskvara Vault Archives Access Level: Sigillite-Redacted Recovered Source: Sequestered Mechanicum Noos-Loom, Orbit Iskvara-Primaris, Segmentum Obscurus Date: M31.017 Title: On the Emergence of the “Silent Gorgon” Phenomenon within Clade-Null Forces “In the aftermath of the Isstvan Cataclysm, various Loyalist Apothecarion remnants are recorded as having fled to the outlying Halo Stars. There, amid the uncharted moons and void-forgotten colony vaults, records indicate that unsanctioned replication protocols were enacted. It is within these databanks that repeated references to an emblem — a Gorgon’s visage, cracked and weeping — emerged among warbands of what later Imperial lexarchs classified under the designation Blackshields. Designation: The Silent Gorgon. The symbol was reportedly adapted from a relic-faceplate of an Iron Hands Clade-Myrmidon slain during the Drop Site Massacre. Recovered and obsessively preserved by a rogue Salamanders Praetor-Apothecary identified in fragmentary vox-records as Kordael Varn. Usage of the emblem appears linked to neuro-conditioning rituals enacted upon artificially bred Astartes progenoids — possibly a form of mythic mnemonic imprinting, instilling fear of betrayal and reverence for loyalty through the iconography of the petrifying myth-beast. Ritualized application of this sigil to the foreheads and armour-plate of vat-born clones marked them as inheritors of the Istvaan legacy, simultaneously as executioners and mourners. Surveillance reports suggest that during engagements against both Traitor and Loyalist detachments, Astartes bearing the Silent Gorgon often refrained from verbal communication, operating through gestural command and noospheric glyph-transmission only. As of this record, approximately 23 war-engines, 17 clone-squads, and 2 modified Sabre-class tanks identified as carrying the sigil have been sighted along the Alnisyan Expanse and Algethar Drift. Purge authorisation recommended.” — Fragment 717//A-Null//Iskvara Vault Archives +++ INLOAD COMPLETE +++ ++ SIGILLITE CLEARANCE ONLY ++ DATA FRAGMENT 310.AB // ISKVARA DRIFT ORIGIN: UNREGISTERED ASTROPATHIC RELAY DESTINATION: TERRA (RED-LINE PRIORITY) CLEARANCE: EPSILON-PRIME // [REDACTED] "...By the Throne, they're not dead. They're not even men anymore. We made planetfall at 0300 local cycle. Barren rock, like the whole damn Halo fringe. No signs of habitation, save for a single, ancient Mechanicum vault, half-buried in basalt and bone dust. They're here. Clad in grey ceramite so pale it seems to bleed into the mist. No heraldry, no rank marks, no Legion colours. Only that face. [REDACTED] mask of stone. Serpents for hair, empty eyes staring out from helm, from banners, even burned into the sides of their war machines. A Gorgon’s face. Silent. Staring. We tried to hail them. Vox went to static. No reply. They just moved through the fog. Killing anything that bore the marks of Warmaster or Throne alike. They're not Iron Hands, not Salamanders, not even Blackshields in the old sense. They're something else. Gestalt things. You can feel it through the helm. Like they're… connected. A single, broken mind spread across a hundred bodies. This is Apothecary-Commander Vireon of the 73rd Oathbound, final report. The moon Iskvara is lost. Do not attempt retrieval. Do not attempt contact. They remember us. And they are coming home." +++ PURGE CLASSIFICATION RECOMMENDED +++ +++ DISCONNECT DATUM-LINK IMMEDIATELY +++ +++ NOOSPHERIC BURN PROTOCOLS ACTIVE +++ << ENCRYPTED TERMINATION CODE: 02-A/THRONE/NULL >>

"Milites! cur pugnamus?" "nam Imperator populusque humanity!" "filii Imperatore! mors inimicos eius!" - Coms excerpt from 95th company during compliance of 1929-27. High Gothic was the standard battle tongue of the 10th Millennial. "I am my father's son. His shadow weighs a ton" - unknown Terran philosopher, 3rd millennium. Chapter Master Karonghyontye stared out from the balcony, drinking in the views from the fortress monastery. His captains had left, the cheers and their acclaim still ringing in his ears, following his confirmation as the new master of the Red Eagles. His reverie was broken by the polite cough of the Chief Librarian, standing in the shadows. He approached Karonghyontye and produced a stasis tube containing a battered, old book. “Again, congratulations my lord. I’m afraid to puncture the moment of your ascension but I must divulge to you the true history of the chapter that you are to lead…” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In the closing decades of the Great Crusade the 1929th expedition was sent on a long term mission to achieve the compliance of Wagar's Reach. The reach was home to numerous advanced xeno species and lost human worlds. Such an undertaking required significant fleet, army and legion power including: - 3rd Legion, 10th Millennial - 8th Legion, 5th Chapter - 13th Legion, 22nd Chapter - and 15th Legion, 60th Company. Warp unrest in Wagar’s Reach meant that the tumultuous Post-Ullanor events of the late crusade passed the 1929th by. Only upon it’s triumphant return to imperial space, did we become aware of the storm brewing in the galaxy. - “The Betrayed Phoenix.” By Sergeant Ali Pasha 95th Company, 10th Millennial, 3rd Legion Lord Commander Joseph Brant “The Red Eagle” was elected leader of the expedition. He was a Terran veteran of the Unification Wars, well regarded by our cousins of the other legions but less so by the Primarch. Brant’s assignment to the 1929th was a welcome exile from political foes like Lord Commander Primus Eidolon. On the eve of our return to imperial space, 10th Millennial stood approximately 3000 strong in 4 battalions of 5 companies. 91st-100th and the 391-400th companies. We of the 95th were a veteran line company, unbroken by the horrors of the crusade; but the news of our legion’s betrayal shook us to the core. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thus begins the third incarnation of this army. I've been playing since 2nd edition and got into heresy when the card game came out and we had no forgeworld models. The first version was a cobbled together affair, the second with actual rules and to completion. And then came truescale. I'd been aware of the different methods for years and idly had a go one day. This may have been a mistake as now I'm retrofitting the whole 95th company. My test model and new scheme after the KizzDoggs method. It's so shiny! The fruits of the truescale efforts. Using the primaris as a base with heresy parts, and some greenstuff, produces some nice results.

Welcome to the start of a project I’ve been brewing for the past 3 years in the back of my mind. This project is an attempt to bring the Visage of the Visions of Heresy 1st Legion to the tabletop. Above is my first proof of concept images, a decade ago when I first joined the Bolter and Chainsword I was an avid Horus Heresy Fan and was always rushing any ideas I had without taking time to really indulge my creativity, this time after a massive Hiatus I decided to look back on my fondest memories of the hobby and bring something from my childhood into the community, my beloved First Legion and Sons of the Lion. I welcome you to join me on this adventure of recreating a beloved army and concept of the angels of Death and the emperors first. We will be diving into Abrahamic lore and naming conventions and going to be setting many rules for the project in order to expand my potential and force me to learn new skills. Till the next update…

Well, it's been an awfully long time since I've posted anything of my own, but I'm starting to get a bit more time available for the hobby now. This log is most likely going to be updated sporadically and the background of the force is only vaguely sketched out in my mind, so fluff may be a while in coming. Nevertheless, welcome to my new project log for that most brutal and unrelenting of legions - the Iron Tenth. I leave with you with the first eight members of a Seeker squad, though they are awaiting a fresh shipment of combi-plas with which to destroy the traitor foe:

Hey everyone, welcome to my hobby thread! If you're looking for one of the colour scheme tutorials from my 'March of the Legions' project or one of the basing tutorials, please check the bottom of this post for all of the relevant links. If you can't find what you're looking for or if you have a question that's not answered in the relevant post, please feel free to send me a private message. Regards, Kizzdougs. For more regular updates check out my Instagram account @raptorimperialis I've recently been feeling the urge to start a new 40K project. After much musing and many false starts, i've decided on the Thousand Sons, Pre-heresy. They aren't my favourite legion or chapter but the TS have always be a legion full of character, imagery and conversion opportunities. A perfect combination in my opinion. This project has been at least two years in the planning process. It all started when i converted a PH TS sorcerer for a conversion competition at my local GW (which i was lucky enough to win). After building the Sorcerer i knew i had to make some more TS, they are just so fun and different. Unfortunately it has taken me over two years to finally get here. The Sorcerer who started it all. He is a relatively simple kit bash with minimal GS work. I took inspiration from the Thousand Sons art in 'Collected Vissions', especially that of Ahriman and Uthizarr. http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l522/kizzdougs/photo-3.jpg The test mini. I used bits from several kits to build this terminator, the majority are from the GK terminator kit and the Tomb Guard kit (WHFB). http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l522/kizzdougs/DSCN0290.jpg?t=1313302289 With crest added. I can't decide whether to give all the terminators these crests or just keep them for the squad leaders. Any opinions and suggestions are welcome. http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l522/kizzdougs/DSCN0291.jpg?t=1313302233 http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l522/kizzdougs/DSCN0292.jpg?t=1313302169 A close up of the force weapon. Such a simple conversion but i'm fairly happy with how it turned out. Sorry about the bad lighting. http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l522/kizzdougs/DSCN0289.jpg?t=1313302359 Hopefully this project will develop and progress at a not too slow pace (fingers crossed). I plan on adding some Sisters of Silence and maybe even some Custodes at a later stage. I'm certainly feeling the necessary inspiration at the moment. Any and all suggestions and advice are more than welcome, as are questions and queries. Thanks for looking EDIT: March of the Legions Painting Tutorials: Space Marine eye lenses Legions without tutorials: World Eaters Iron Warriors Sons of Horus The Rout Imperial Fists Night Lords Thousand Sons White Scars Legions with tutorials: Blood Angels Death Guard Emperor's Children - Palatine Breachers tutorial Emperor's Children Metallic (airbrush) Salamanders Ultramarines Raven Guard Word Bearers Alpha Legion (no airbrush) - Alpha Legion (airbrush) Effrit Stealth Scheme Dark Angels Iron Hands Thousand Sons World Eaters Hobby tutorials: Basing - ZM/industrial Greenstuff tutorial Desert/rocky base building Desert/rocky base painting Eye Lens Tutorial

Ramiel sighed as the still smouldering body of their last remaining astropath was dragged from the command centre. "Well, that settles it, we are truly alone." "Two dozen sub orbital craft, a handful of planet skippers." One of the auxilia officers read off a data slate. "We could make it to a handful of the other worlds or moons in the system." Ramiel snorted. "If any other world had the capability to carry life, we would already be there. A murmur ran through the command post, Astartes officers and the mortals of the 411th Sanguine lifeguard both showing their unease. A figure in black stepped into the corpselight of the tactical display. Chaplain Selephiel his armour painted the sable black with crimson crosses, the ancient Baalite symbol of those who have resigned themselves to death in service. Around him, his followers too wore the black, his great executioners axe glinted in the darkness. "Our hand is forced then, no more thoughts of withdrawal or survival. Only death, ours and theirs." "I see you have already dressed for the occasion." Asbeel the moritat chuckled. "Your levity is unwanted." The chaplain banged the pommle of his axe, the cave floor. "I am not dying on this dustball!" Growled the crimson clad moritat. Two black clad veterans stepped between the moritat and the chaplain, their lightening claws crackled a sickly green. The moritat turned to face them slowly. Ramiels metallic hand pressed against the moritat's breastplate. "Leave them holstered, we have too few brothers remaining to waste on petty infighting." He glared back at the chaplain. "The Night Lords have taken more than enough of our brothers. It is time we repaid the debt." The chaplain turned and left his retinue in tow. "You know the men are starting to see things his way." Asbeel warned, the Praetor nodded. "Deploy the lifeguard, we need to secure a water source as soon as possible." The praetor ordered. "And....find me some of that damned black paint."

"We must complete his orders Brother!" Shouted Nadiq over the artifical storm whipping around the black pyramid, his voice strained and distorted through the display. "The Wolves have come to end us this day, you know what we must do!" Debris ricocheted off his armoured form as the sky darkened with unnumbered landing craft. Enki nodded defeated. "...Burn it all." He ended the vox link turning to face his troops. Without a word they set about their duty burning stacks of priceless texts with washes of promethum, Samir met his eye and bowed his head in understanding, directing his recon detachment to start placing thier charges on the pyramids internal support coloumns. Collected in these libraries and psych vaults are the deepest and darkest secrets we have discovered during our service of the Emperor. Tomes of warp majiks that Magnus himself dare not read, unnatural machines that even the mechanicum would not deign to touch. On the Crimson kings order none shall have this dark treasure not us nor the wolves of Russ he thought.