The Golden Hands/ Hoardkeepers

[Teetengee]

The first iteration of warband description is here, with colour scheme here.

Warband name

Hoardkeepers previously Golden Hands

 

Geneseed descent

Iron Hands

 

History and Practices of the Golden Hands and Phrygus

 

When Phrygus was brought into the Imperial Fold due to its massive ore deposits, the indigenous people’s worship of their sun god was easily supplanted by worship of the Emperor. Golden goods which were once melted down in offering to that greater gold which lit up the heavens were instead loaded onto sky chariots to be taken to his true form directly. These chariots would occasionally bear gleaming warriors who took not just the brightest gold but the brightest sons with them in order to better serve the Shining Emperor.

 

New recruits would arrive upon the gilded castle in the clouds to sights of great beauty and wonder and soon begin their training to join these warriors, the Golden Hands. Though many would fail, those who showed promise both technical and physical would survive until the final implantations were complete. Along the way they would learn the truth of their existence, such as the nature of the ancient suspensor technology which kept the fortress Ankor afloat amongst the clouds and such as the massive scale of the Imperium and the myriad threats arrayed against it. Many recruits upon learning these truths would retreat back into themselves for a time, encouraged to create new art as an outlet for uncomfortable truths. Those that failed to recover would be used as serfs or servitors. Those that succeeded would eventually participate in one final ritual of sacrifice before being accepted as battle brothers.

First, they would replace a hand with bionics to represent their understanding that their bodies and ultimately their lives only exist so as to serve the greater purpose of the Imperium. Second, they would melt down the arts created in their time of doubt to signify that their past no longer has hold of them and to signify that such fears have no more place in their mind. They would then immerse their bionics in the molten gold of their works in order to coat them with a constant reminder of the unyielding purpose.

 

Over time, Phrygus became the dominant port of trade in the region. Many rogue traders and mining outfits sought to exploit the abundant raw material found in the area and payed the Golden Hands for their protection. These tithes came to be paid in not just materials of commercial value, but in oaths of service and recruits and in artifacts of war unearthed and reconsecrated during the explorations of the sub-sector. This meant that although many powerful figures came to reside within the sub-sector, the Golden Hands chapter remained the only true power there.

 

The Fall

At the time of the beginning of the fall of the Golden Hands, their Chapter Master was a devoted and suspicious soldier-trader named Aur. Through his leadership the chapter had forged strong alliances with the Mechanicus by being a steady supply of rare material and with the various trade planets throughout the nearby systems. When a planet within his purview came under inquisitorial suspicion, he would often begin his investigations by applying economic pressure and restructuring routes so that if they planet did need to be removed indefinitely, it would not too greatly harm trade through the sub-sector. Tithes and deals served to keep the chapter well supplied and allowed them to fight quite successfully against the piratical Eldar which commonly attacked nearby planets.

 

One day, the Rogue Trader Varus refused to pay the proper tithes when returning from an explorative venture deep into unknown space. When instructed to land on Icran, Phrygus’s moon, for inspection, Varus’s vessel, Silenus,  it did not respond and continued on its course unperturbed. Chapter Master Aur ordered the First Company Captain Daedalus to lead an offensive onto Silenus to determine what treasure this man had acquired which drove him to such madness to ignore the orders of an Astartes Chapter so brazenly.

 

Upon boarding Silenus, Daedalus and three squads from the first company scoured the ominously silent vessel. Until arriving at the cargo hold, they found not a single living thing more intelligent than a servitor. Upon arriving at the cargo hold, the reasons for this were made instantly clear. In the hold lay Varus, soaked in blood and sitting cackling upon a vast pile of treasure and corpses while he tossed coins through the air. Daedalus asked him what was the meaning of all this, and Varus just screamed “MINE” before launching himself at the Terminator Armour clad Captain. Though he seemed immune to pain, continuing to fight with a daemonic fervor even after his plasma pistol overheated and blew off his hand and his other arm was removed by a lightning claw, he ultimately could do no harm and Daedalus put him down with a shot bolt in his skull.

 

Daedalus ordered his men to search through the hold and the remainder of the ship for any artifacts of great rarity, thinking perhaps a STC or an ancient war-machine might justify such mindless greed, but no such object could be found. Discovering no explanation to such behavior, Daedalus had the ship stripped of valuables and overloaded the plasma core to prevent an enemy from finding anything they had perhaps missed.

 

Returning with only limited success, Daedalus informed Aur that he had found nothing aboard the Silenus that he thought could justify such actions and returned to his quarters to repair the damage done to his suit from Varus’s plasma pistol. Discovering that some of the coins had slipped into the gap, he decided to keep them as a reminder that madness is the only result of looking too far into the reasons for betrayal.

 

As time passed, Chapter Master Aur began to nurse concerns that Daedalus had hidden something from him which had been found on the ship. Deviations in practice wherein the first company marked battle honours and incidents of artifact recovery with increasingly ornate embellishments on their armour began shortly after Daedalus’s return, and then started to spread to the rest of the chapter. In fact, Daedalus’s armour was covered in gold and emeralds after only a few decades. Still, trade had blossomed and Phrygian gold now traded hands in hundreds of worlds. The Golden Hands were at a strength unparalleled in their history.

 

Aur was not wrong to be concerned, for a cancer had begun to grow in the Golden Hands. Where once the acquisition of gold and artifice had been only to better serve the chapter and the Imperium as a whole, it had become a goal in its own right. Members competed to see who could protect the most trade convoys or who could bring back the most wealth to Ankor. Pride and greed mixed together dangerously in their hearts, inspired by the great conquests of Daedalus himself, who rarely came back from the field empty handed and who preached on the importance of strengthening the Chapter’s resources whenever anyone would listen.

 

Eventually Daedalus found himself under orders to seek out and destroy a Xenos infestation on the planet Dionon. Robotic enemies had crawled forth from an ancient burial site and began to deploy flesheating biological weaponry that killed and cleaned up any organic opponents but left their weapons and armour, alongside any of the archeological site, completely undamaged. Unwilling to damage the site, Daedalus ordered a frontal assault on the Xenos even though he was under direct orders to prioritize their complete destruction over economic and cultural losses. Although eventually successful in driving them off world, the massive casualties caused by his unwillingness to harm objects resulted in him being called before Aur for a personal censure.

 

In this meeting Daedalus stood quietly while Aur berated him for continuing to deviate from sound tactical decision making in order to maximize the increase in the Hand’s resources. Daedalus just stared into his reflection in Aur’s armour trying to ignore the admonishments of wasting battle brother lives. When Aur’s voice finally ceased, Daedalus stood, took a single step forward, apologized, and put his lightning claw through Aur’s throat, taking his head in a moment of sheer pleasure knowing he would never speak again. Realizing he had to cover his tracks, and that he had no hope of converting all of the company captains, he sent an emergency message to those of power beyond his corruption to have them meet Aur on his personal ship in two hours, plenty of time to rig a plasma engine. When this was done, Daedalus had no one to oppose him took on the mantle of Chapter Master.

 

Over the next century, Daedalus carefully encouraged the greed which he felt so important in strengthening the chapter. He spent many hours contemplating how best to grow and multiple their wealth and resources, all the while selectively recruiting more and more from not just the gold worshipping locals of Phrygus but the avaricious lines of the trader families. In time, this belief that the Golden Hands should acquire all they could in order to multiply their strength morphed into a belief that such tribute was owed to them because of their strength.

Eventually, several ships from the Mechanicus arrived in the sub-sector on an unannounced journey. Enraged that anyone dare flaunt the Phrygian trade restrictions and tariffs, Chapter Master Daedalus ordered the ships boarded and their contents seized. Caught completely off guard by the vicious attack, the Mechanicus vessels were quickly overcome and rapidly repurposed amongst the Golden Hands’s fleet. When Daedalus recognized what he had done, he realized that there was no turning back, and no making amends for his chapter’s actions.

 

From that moment on, the Golden Hands abandoned all pretenses of civility within their own sub-sector and began to strip world after world of all useful material and commandeering all available ships so that they would be prepared to flee when the eventual imperial reprisals came. Experimentation with weapons and geneseed began in earnest as all rules not stemming from the perverse worship of greed and pride were thrown to the wayside. Their insatiable need for more became unbound by their once so humble sacraments, now corrupted with pride, and openned them to the whispers of She Who Thirsts.

 

Though few realized their subtle fall into heresy, even fewer cared any more, driven by such greed, they thought nothing of the means used to acquire it. The last few holdouts were silenced easily, and by the time the Imperium sent troops to force the Golden Hands to answer for their crimes, they were hardly recognizable as the noble warriors who once stood in defense of Phrygus. In their place were the Hoardkeepers, a collection of gaudy and traitorous mercenaries and pirates leading an empire of more than ten trillion slaves funneling vast wealth into their coffers.
 

 

Notable Characters

Daedalus
Daedalus began his life as the child of a trader family down on its luck. Rather than see the last of their line suffer the ignominy of a failed business, they instead gave him up to the Golden Hands for recruitment, and fortunately enough, he excelled. Strong of will and of arm, Daedalus learned his lessons well and shot up through the ranks rapidly. Seven decades of service saw him promoted to the first company and he was not a day older than two centuries when he took on its captaincy. Under Chapter Master Aur, Daedalus was given great freedom to pursue his own interests in advancing the chapter, and it might be said that he became the greatest trader his line had ever seen. However, this thirst for measurable and tangible success would eventually drive him to treachery.

 

When he lead the assault on Silenus he already believed that he could rule the chapter better than Aur, but his respect for him kept him from voicing such concerns, particularly since he knew that eventually Aur would die and the role of Chapter Master would certainly fall to him. He would just have to prove himself worthy with his accomplishments. But when Daedalus entered the Silenus’s cargo bay, this ambition became arrogance, and his dreams became his damnation. The gold coins which had driven Varus mad, which had lead to an entire ship slaughtering itself for a few pieces of treasure, had slipped into the weakness in Daedalus’s armour.

 

As time passed, Daedalus’s obsession with more gripped him stronger and stronger. He justified it by saying it strengthened the chapter, loudly and frequently trying to convince himself just as much as his brothers. But in truth he knew his vice was greed, and that nothing could stop it from consuming him. Still, his lies sustained him, and gave him purpose, and, for a time, he could even believe them. But when Aur called Daedalus out on his actions, when Aur’s piercing words broke through his facade with shame, Daedalus snapped, and turned on his once master, sealing the fate of not just himself, but that of an entire chapter and their soon to be victims beside.

 

Falling into decadence and opulence, Daedalus still maintained enough presence of mind to recognize that this time of leisure would only be fleeting, some day the Imperium would come to collect. So he plotted an escape; he sewed the seeds of treachery far and wide through cursed coins and whispered pacts. When finally he stood triumphant and gained his apotheosis from Slaanesh, his form grew to resemble his true self. The armour of lies and honeyed words he had built around himself became a scaly hide that turned away all but the strongest blows. His unyielding purpose and bellowed fury became the torrents of metal he exhaled. His ability to understand which battles were worth fighting became wings with which he could better flit between them. And finally his egotism, grown fat on successes, grew him large as a tank and full of strength and unholy vigor. In his new form, he hollowed out a cave on one of the Dark Prince’s worlds and has continued to grow his wealth even now. Often he can be found sitting on it, one eye open for thieves, with his belly encrusted with the jewels on which he lays save for the small piece of gold which so cruelly corrupted his heart and sits there still on his chest, a reminder of the price he has paid.

 

Aelianus the Pristine

Aelianus keeps his armour in brightest polish, even by the standards of the Hoardkeepers and continues to display the imperial aquila in mockery of his former masters. He wields a modified flamer of his own design which vomits forth a stream of molten gold supplied by great furnaces affixed to the back of his armour. In battle he often will pause to admire the enemies he has covered in a thick layer of gold as it muffles their dying screams. The best of these he earmarks for future use as statues and the rest he hacks apart and throws back into the furnace to be melted down and weaponized once more, bone, flesh, blood, and gold fusing together in an unholy cauldron.

 

Notable conflicts

Phrygus Falls
When Imperial forces arrived to destroy the wayward Hoardkeepers, they translated out of the warp into an unexpected dense asteroid belt, and many ships took heavy damage from the debris. They were quickly set upon by small vessels intent on taking out navigation, communication, or propulsion systems. By the time the fleet had established its bearings, three truths could be established. First, the Hoardkeepers were most definitely traitors, as evidenced by the streaming vid cap viruses on several ships which depicted cruelly laughing astartes in garishly decorated gold, white, and green armour. Second, the Hoardkeepers had known the fleet was coming, and had trapped them dead in the sky even though the fleet had taken few major casualties. Third, Phrygus was gone, and the source of the asteroids through which they now flew, Ankor had been driven down into the planet and detonated cracking the planet apart and scattering the pieces.

 

The Shrine Crusades
Phrygian gold an Phrygian sculpture often found its ways to shrine worlds in order to pay for or form themselves the various icons and religious artifacts worshipped there. On these planets the perfidious treason of the Hoardkeepers was felt strongest. When the Hoardkeepers fled the Phrygian system to avoid Imperial vengeance, they scattered and headed for these 216 shrine worlds. Upon most they were still greeted as saviors, but only initially. They began to ransack the shrines and kill anyone who tried to stop them, employing weaponry never before seen by their guardians.

 

Initially taken by surprise, many of the defenders soon regrouped and began to fight back against these attackers. Unfortunately for these defenders, the Hoardkeepers had no intent of fighting so spread out without reinforcements. The many statues once made on Phrygus began to stand and move, animated by the powers of Slaanesh through the cursed gold of their construction. They cut down the defenders from behind while Hoardkeepers unloaded volleys from their terrible guns and while pilgrims fought for both sides, many believing the animation of these statues to be a miracle of the Emperor’s power in response to some unknown heresy of their supposed defenders.

 

The Hoardkeepers fueled this combat as long as they could while simultaneously stripping the planets of every shining resource. Eventually the bloodshed and idolatry lead to full scale daemonic incursions and though the Hoardkeepers mostly left within the first year of the crusade, the damage was done. They had made off with unimaginable riches and significant stocks of slaves corrupted during the fighting while leaving the Imperials with a shattered trade empire and 6 by 6 by 6 shrine worlds in need of exterminatus. For the cumulation of over a century of careful planning and effort, Daedalus was given his apotheosis as they burned.

 

Organization, Weapons, and Tactics

Originally, the Golden Hands were mostly codex compliant, organized into 10 companies all under a single Chapter Master and divided functionally as defined in the codex, unlike their progenitors, the Iron Hands. Their main deviances were due to the large numbers of resources at their disposal. These meant that initiates would often be given the black carapace early and deployed in full power armour as often as they might be deployed in scout armour. Additionally it meant that the use of special weapon teams became common, as they were in much greater supply than most other chapters. They prided themselves on efficiency and technical acuity.

 

As the chapter began to fall, both pride and greed ran rampant. Infighting and divisiveness took their toll in company functioning, and increasingly smaller units were deployed independently so as to avoid losses due to excessive competition for the spoils of war. When Daedalus allowed the Golden Hands to start using any weaponry they could and began to encourage experimentation without regards for heresy, this competition only intensified. In the end, the Hoardkeepers tend to work as small bands of incredibly well equipped mercenaries for whoever will pay their exorbitant prices (and make it worth enough to not also stab said employer in the back), even Imperial employers who don’t ask too many questions. The only being still capable of holding the chapter together in any meaningful way is Daedalus himself, and given that they continue to pay tribute to him two thousand years after their fall, many believe that he holds some sort of sway over them through the gold that lead to their corruption.

 

The weaponry employed by the Hoardkeepers is just as opulent as all their other tastes. They are commonly seen with weapons firing torrents of precious metals and wielding great glittering blades encrusted with a thousand different gems. Exotic and dangerous firearms are often employed, and many Hoardkeepers of the more artistic bent employ weapons designed to affect only living material, so any artifacts they might wish to collect will be untouched. Additionally, several Hoardkeeper bands have begun to deploy alongside Golden constructs to bolster their numbers in harsher warzones. These beings are of limited intellect but are nonetheless quite dangerous, and it is likely that the Hoardkeepers prefer them to living allies because machines don’t ask for a share of the bounty.

[Teetengee]

For the Battle Cry I am debating between Mine! Mine! Mine! and More! More! More!

[Firepower]

For the Battle Cry I am debating between Mine! Mine! Mine! and More! More! More!

 

 

 

 

Always loved that bit.  Though it doesn't seem entirely appropriate for a group of enormous heavily armed psychopaths.  It's just shy of them running into war hooting "Look at all the shinies!!!" at the top of their lungs.

 

If I'm understanding correctly, the original gold fetish is rooted in a sort of ritual tier system of metals, like the silver-lovers in Emperor's Gift?  Meaning they want it because it has some holy or ritual aspect, rather than the fact that it's valuable.  Or is the fetish for gold originally rooted in it simply being valuable?  That seems like something that would be beneath most Astartes' concerns, at least pre-treason.

[Teetengee]

Pre treason it was mostly a ritual thing. It slowly grew into a must have all the shiny thing. I am also planning on having some of the troops be gifted with the ability to spray molten gold out of their mouths (cough doom siren cough).

I also realized that the gold arm should really be the other (left) arm.

EDIT: A bit more friendly on the eyes

[Firepower]

That...that's really unfriendly to the eyes.  I'd tone it down a bit, yeah?  Too much gold can be garish.  Neon green is almost always garish.  Putting the two together is...ouch.

[Conn Eremon]

A muted green, like olive green, plus some mustard yellow would look LOADS better.

 

The rather randomized placement of the two colors is pretty eye-stabbing as well.

[Donkey Kong]

I agree with Firepower and Cormac. That's just such an ugly color, I think it has actually given me a headache. Rule of Cool aside, it's something that is obnoxious enough to be properly Slaaneshi. For the sake of my eyes, please consider toning that down.

 

As for the Chapter itself. A word of advice, your best bet is starting with an Index Astartes instead of a Traitor Chapter. For an IA, you just have the Chapter. For this, you're basically writing two or three stories: The IA, the reason they went traitor, and the marines as traitors.

 

I don't quite understand why the Ad.Mech. are carrying an stc to the chapter's homeworld unless they believe that they're stopping in safe territory on their way somewhere else.

 

Part of me feels as though these marines are just cartoonish. Daffy Duck aside, it's basically King Midas in space with half the logic and no moral. There's potential for something here, but I don't think you could have been much more heavy handed if you tried.

[Teetengee]

As for the colors, yeah I will work on toning them down a bit, although part of the point was to make them eyebleedingly outrageous. Yes the Midas touch was intentional but I would like to tone it back a little.

As for the stc, they weren't bringing it to the homeworld, just passing by. I like the idea of stopping on the way to a forge world because they believe it is safe territory better.

As for being to heavy handed, does anyone have any ideas for how to make it more subtle?

 

As for not starting with an Index Astartes, I don't really have any good ideas for a loyalist chapter right now.

 

 

Clarifying the love for shiny thing, it is an obsession not out of its value exact;y but out of the desire for more and more gold. They don't keep any of the other stuff, they sell it to get more gold. Their greatest champions have coated almost their entire suits of armor in it out of a desire to shine brilliantly. The curse of slaanesh affects them visually like the noise marines are affected aurally. They just need more and more shine, where as the nose marines just need more and more noise.

[RolandTHTG]

Heh, true Bling Marines. I do like the updated pictures ( I assume increased rank would be shown by increased coverage of gold on the model?)

 

There are several legends and stories about gold, especially cursed gold, inducing a greed beyond all reasonable measures, so that part makes sense at least. However, I would suggest dropping the STC part, as why would a gold-lust cause them to want an STC?
Maybe just have an Explorator/Rogue traitor fleet come in when returning from a long voyage, so their holds are laden with treasures. They return to the chapter keep, as the chapter had loaned several squads to the fleet, squads that returned to the keep with stories of the wealth gained (and a sample of the cursed gold...) Upon hearing about this, the chapter demands tribute, well above the original terms, which the fleet refuses, and so the fighting begins.
The other part of their fall which I think is weird is that you basically have them fall to slaanesh twice, once from the cursed gold, and once again as a bargain with the super-dragon. Why not have their awareness of their new patron come about slower, but rather than some out-side intervention, have the 1st company captain betray the leader, becoming the first one to openly worship slaanesh, and in exchange is rewarded with a dragon-like demon prince body. This makes their new-found leadership under a dragon be more 'organic' and not something arising from outside intervention.

[TDF]

What if they recruited from a planet that worships the sun as the Emperor? Their main form of worship is to craft statues, figurines etc out of gold and offer them up to the sun as tribute (this could actually be a tithe fleet from the Imperium coming down in sky chariots to collect the gold if the planet is particularly backward). The Chapter comes to see itself as living tributes to the Emperor, and so desire to decorate themselves with gold as a way to show this.

[Teetengee]

Ooh, I very much like both of those, when I have a little more time on my plate I will work that in.

[skawolf]

As for the colors, yeah I will work on toning them down a bit, although part of the point was to make them eyebleedingly outrageous. Yes the Midas touch was intentional but I would like to tone it back a little.

As for the stc, they weren't bringing it to the homeworld, just passing by. I like the idea of stopping on the way to a forge world because they believe it is safe territory better.

As for being to heavy handed, does anyone have any ideas for how to make it more subtle?

 

As for not starting with an Index Astartes, I don't really have any good ideas for a loyalist chapter right now.

 

 

Clarifying the love for shiny thing, it is an obsession not out of its value exact;y but out of the desire for more and more gold. They don't keep any of the other stuff, they sell it to get more gold. Their greatest champions have coated almost their entire suits of armor in it out of a desire to shine brilliantly. The curse of slaanesh affects them visually like the noise marines are affected aurally. They just need more and more shine, where as the nose marines just need more and more noise.

"to heavy handed"? I believe one's hand would become quite heavy were it made of gold ;)

[Teetengee]

Sorry about the dust. I made several edits, also the internet hates me so I cannot change the text color to something readable. I will fix as soon as I can.

[Olis]

also the internet hates me so I cannot change the text color to something readable. I will fix as soon as I can.

 

Do you need a hand brother? I can provide assistance if you need me to.

[Teetengee]

Nope, I got it, just needed to do it from my home computer. Thank you though.

[Olis]

Fair enough. Same offer extends to all three of us Liber Mods, whatever the weather. If you need help, PM us. We're here for more than just getting troublemakers to an appropriate airlock.

[Teetengee]

Updated with weapons/ tactics. I don't like some of the wording but it gets the basic idea across. I also want to try to incorporate some planet fall tactics as well.

[Teetengee]

I just realized the golden hand should be on the left arm.... oops.

In other news, I will be creating a member of this chapter in plastic in the near future.

Furthermore, I would love to hear which areas people would be interested in me going into more detail with.

[Lord-Captain Cepinari]

I find it very hard to swallow that Slaanesh would grant a guy Daemon Prince-hood merely for betraying his Chapter Master and Decapitating the command structure in one act of sabotage. Pretty sure it takes more than that.

 

Also, and this is just me being anal here, you have several instances of "there/their/they're" confusion.

[Teetengee]

I agree with the princedom sentiment.

Also, I am not sure one qualifies as several, but I believe I have made the there/their/they're changes needed. (Also I use the their possessive a ton don't I). In any case, thanks for reading it and providing some feedback.

I will see what I can think of (and am open to ideas of how) to make the daemonhood more believable, I want it to happen at some point but there is no need for it to occur at the betrayal itself.

[Lord-Captain Cepinari]

Higher up on the list of things that could get one Daemon Princehood could be the act of profaning and defiling a legendary artifact of the Ecclesiarchy for your own debased desires, but it would have to be a really mythical artifact, or you'd have to repeat the performance a whole lot of times across the galaxy.

 

Like, desecrating a thousand Shrine Worlds just so you could gather all the holy relics and melt them down to make a commemorative plaque the size of Siberia so whenever somebody passes a certain planet they can read from space the words "I AM GREAT AND THE EMPEROR SUCKS," etched onto the single piece of gold taking up half the hemisphere. (Note: this is an abstract generalization of a concept, I am not suggesting that your Marines actually go out and do something from the playbook of Bender.)

[Teetengee]

That actually sounds like the sort of thing they might do.... although the "plaque" would probably be a statue of slaanesh or something and enormous plinth that they do a ritual to summon a keeper of secrets into. Sort of get's across the same message in a more universe friendly way.

[Teetengee]

I added some changes around to make the daemonhood seem better, it is the Shrine Crusades part. Also I will fix the formatting later as it is currently a mess.

[Tiberius Cato]

I like the bit about the Shrine worlds, perhaps you could insert elements of conquistadors who were obsessed with finding the fabled city of Eldorado, the city of gold.

 

It could be that the Hoardkeepers seek to cover an entire world in the precious metal and erect massive monuments and construct fearsome vehicles of war out of Gold and Silver, tudded with ll manners of precious gems.

 

They'll show the loyalist who has the best bling, i'm sure! ;)

[Teetengee]

Definitely under consideration, although I was mainly giving them a greek/roman theme based on for instance the Icarus (too close to the sun) and because the models I am doing for it feel right with that sort of basis. Do you have any ideas how to mix those two influences?