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The II Legiones Astartes Official timeline posts XI primarch as second last discovered, leaving under 100 years before legion is to be destroyed. As such, the XI must be the 'lost', found wanting rather than turned rebellious. Would have preferred to do the XI, but the II must be chosen. Horus was discovered in 805, so the II Primarch could be discovered in 806. Space wolves had a classified action in year 969 during M30. This could be the destruction of the Crowned. This leaves 163 years, which should be enough time for a legion to fall. II legion - The Crowned/ Voidkin/ Brass Herons/ Brazen Flock/ SOMETHING BETTER (personal name: The Sedge - A term for a group of Herons, native to Ohrid.) Primarch: Encheleus, The Iron King, Eye of the Storm, Lord of the Void. Culture base: Illyria As the Chaos Gods threw his brethren throughout the Galaxy, The Primarch of the II legiones Astartes was thrown to the world Ohrid. Ohrid was a rare beacon of calm that had weathered the warp storms around them due to their rare gift/curse. On Ohrid, there was an incredibly higher than average incidence of psychic blanks in the population, a necessary but hated underclass. This had arisen because the genes to produce Pariahs, a recessive and rare trait, was present in many of the original colonists, but the influence of the warp seemed to 'turn on' the gene, causing a large number to be born in a single generation. Children that were originally sent out to die, seen as abominations, held off the nightmarish storms gathering. The populace quickly realised their need, forcing these children into imprisonment and breeding programs. Within hours of being removed from his pod, Encheleus was the put to work in the mirror of the Astronomican, The Ulcinium Naro, a series of drab towers clustered around a huge central spire that pierced the heavens, the colour seeming to drain from the sky around it. The blanks were constantly under guard, prisoners in all but name. Encheleus was raised in this prison, subjected to countless abuses against himself and his comrades. The nature of Nulls meant that their jailers/protectors were harsh, and free with physical punishment. He learnt quickly that humanity hated him and his brethren, some 1500 Psychic Nulls. Of all, he was the most prominent. The most intriguing, the most hated. No other drew the ire of the populace or his jailers more. He was restrained with chains of Adamantium, a huge collar nullifying his prestigious power. Eventually, the gifts implanted by his Father began to show themselves, and he became the figurehead for a rebellion, rising up against his oppressors. With his own hands he wrought his nullifier collar into a crown of black iron, a symbol of his power over those that had thought to rule him. The world he created was as harsh as his own life. The normal people had hated himself and his kind, and he turned that hatred back to them, whether they were guilty or not. He was made to rule. His kind allowed their world to survive the Warp Storms intact. They did not deserve to be imprisoned. They deserved to rule. It was their right, they were better. The superior ruled the chattel. The weak could not be trusted to make decisions. When they did, they made the wrong decisions. Fear of the strong caused them to attempt to control them, when they had no right. Sweeping edicts relegated the common man to become a lower class citizen, a drudge that existed only at the allowance of those they had once imprisoned. Such harsh order cowed the populace in line, and society continued to advance, the rise of the people of Ohrid built with the lives of many slaves. Eventually, The Emperor came. When a great golden barge touched down on his world, the ruler of Ohrid went out to meet the arrival, the first of its kind in living memory. They had thought they were alone, warp storms ravaging everything around their world. Their isolation was over. The meeting of Father and son was awkward affair. The Emperor was not pleased with what his son had done to the world he had landed on. He had simply switched one tyranny for another. Simply because they had been oppressed did not give him the right to oppress others. Encheleus eagerly listened, overjoyed at finding out he had a Father. He was no longer alone. And there was even better news: He had brothers. Equals. As the second Primarch found, Encheleus was present for many of the Primarchs returning to the fold. His meeting with his fellow Primarchs did not go well, a divide quickly forming between himself and his brethren. Most of them were at best uncomfortable around Encheleus, at worst they flagrantly despised him. Even Horus, the Primarch that got on with all his brothers, avoided Encheleus, unable to hide his dislike of his sibling. In the beginning, he attempted to bond with his siblings, to form a fraternal ties with a brother, something he had not experienced in his life. But it was not to be. His imprisonment and then brutal rule had left him somewhat bereft of social skills, and his nature made others uncomfortable. As relationships with his siblings failed, he threw himself into bonding with his legion. Before they found their Primarch, the II Legion were a small force, their members often seconded away with other Legions as they pacified the pockets of resistance on Terra. They excelled against pockets of psy-gifted that resisted the Emperor, all of them resistant to psychic attack, whilst one member of the Legion was said to actually dampen the powers of their opponents. Not only this, but the Legion had a below-average gene-seed acceptance rate. It was later found that an individual with psychic ability, active or latent, would suffer a fatal rejection, reducing already small legion numbers. As such, the squads of the II legion found themselves attached to other Legions rather than fight as one smaller, weaker unit. This system of secondment out to the larger Legions allowed for a blend of tactics and styles to take root in the legion. They were a small, but flexible force, taking the styles of the other legions, and blending them to fit. Their nature made them stand apart from other Legionaries, there are no tales of the legendary friendships such as those of Khârn and Argel-Tal within the [REDACTED] and their cousins. As other Primarchs were discovered and quickly sent off to lead their legions, Encheleus Languished on Terra for a decade before taking up the mantle of command. When their gene-father finally joined them, the II Legion rejoiced. Three Primarchs had already taken charge of their legions, and finally, the second could sail the stars with their Father. The small elements of the Legion that had been seconded out to the other Legions flooded home, a united Force for the first time since their inception. For a week, brothers reunited after years of isolation amongst others. A great discourse opened, ideas were exchanged, tactics disseminated. Encheleus interacted with his sons, finally accepted. After celebrating the return of their Primarch, the Legion left Ohrid, to claim planets for the Imperium of Man. Even united, the Legion were a small force, less than 7,000 legionaries made up their number. Due to the tiny size of their Legion, The Crowned relied heavily on Imperial Army units. They were also used as mediators, the ambassadors to worlds were the Humans of Encheleus' expedition, not his own Astartes, their presence making others irrationally uncomfortable. Their most prominent force was the Ohridian Spears, Forces levied from Encheleus' homeworld. Though commanded by highly trained officers, their main forces were conscripts, press-ganged into service. If a soldier served his time in the Spears well, he could expect freedom after 15 years. Freedom came with landowner's rights on Ohrid or some of the other planets claimed by the Expedition. The prospect of becoming a freedman was a tantalising prospect to many on Ohrid, who had become thralls to the will of those Untouchables left on Ohrid. Joining the Spears was the only way to rise socially to the small numbers of noble landowners that the officer caste was then drawn from. Those that stayed were born into, and died in, drudgery and fear. The state of Encheleus' homeworld was kept from the rest of the imperium due to the fact astropathic choirs couldn't contact the world, their powers blocked by the high density of blanks on the world below. This problem was simply seen as an afterthought in the beginning, as only Ohrid remained in the dark, the planets of the expedition all settled by humans, and ruled by members of the Imperial army as the Astartes moved onwards to further expansion. Humans were the intermediaries. It was a rare matter for the human habitants of worlds encountered by the expeditions to even see the Astartes that made up the fleet. (TBC) - - - So, Third stopped project's the charm. Ever since the Horus Heresy, I've loved the idea of making one of the lost legions. Pariahs and psykers have always been an interesting part of the lore to me, and I wanted to explore one of the Legions made up of Blanks. So far, I have a bit of Lore I've been working on for a few months, and I have a squad in progress. I'll post notes and other things in following posts. My core issue is the name. I can't really work out a good one. I want Herons to feature, as the Aridiaei named themselves after Herons, and they were a very prominent tribe of Illyrians. But the name Heron doesn't lend itself well to Astartes. NOTES The Namater: Originally created by Encheleus and his brethren on his homeworld, the Namater became a symbol of the Rinon, the cult of blanks that took a role that many saw as similar to the Librarius in other legions. The gauntlet device allows the user to focus his nullifying powers into a destructive blast that turns a psykers powers against the enemy. It is a simple device, a box attached to the gauntlet, linked to the Astartes by MIU. Heatsinks stud the device, dissipating the byproduct of using this arcane weapon. A single rod projecting ahead of the hand serves as a focussing rod to direct the powers of the Rinon. A pyrokine will be wrapped in his own fire, a telepath will go insane hearing his own thoughts and screams echoing endlessly within their psyche. The Namater is a jealously guarded secret within the Legion. Only the tech-marines may craft these devices and link them to the plate of their brethren. Many Mechanicum adepts have suffered accidents in Legion forges.

”They will call us traitors. They will spit on our victories and our accomplishments. But when the flames have died and humanity rises from the ashes of this war, they will know what we fight for.” –Lord Chancellor Zhukelion, the Bronze General http://i.imgur.com/AZlGynk.jpg ++Remembrancer drawing of an XVII Legion tactical sergeant. Boltgun likely of X Legion origin.++ • • 十七 • • THE WARRIORS OF PEACE Numeration: XVII (The Jin numerals 十七 are more prevalent among the legion) Primogenitor: Known only as the Jade General Cognomen (Prior): The Warriors At Peace, The Silent Legion Allegiance: Socius Solicitus Legiones Astartes Rules Legiones Astartes (Warriors of Peace): All units with this special rule may always attempt to regroup regardless of casualties. The Way of Jin: All units with the Legiones Astartes: Warriors of Peace rule receive an immunity based on how many units are within six inches of them. If one unit is within six inches, the unit automatically passes Pinning tests. If two units are within six inches of the unit, the unit automatically passes Fear tests. If three units are within six inches of the unit, the unit automatically passes Morale tests. Martial Honor: All characters with the Legiones Astartes: Warriors of Peace rule must issue challenges when able. Unlike other legions, the Warriors of Peace approach warfare as one would any vocation. To them, warfare is their duty. Neither given into either the elation of slaughter or the despair of defeat, the Warriors of Peace maintain their stoicism in battle, no matter the odds they are against. It is only when a Warrior is at peace within himself does he achieve true mastery of the art of war. This eerie detachment, combined with the pariahs serving in their ranks, has intimidated both foe and friend alike. Among the few exceptions are, strangely, the Mechanicum. As the Warrior of Peace seeks to shed himself of fruitless emotion in battle, the tech-adept seeks to shed himself of fruitless flesh.