Rebirth (Everything Heresy)

[GhostMalone]

 

 

As I Watched the sun rise, I saw hope triumph.

and the hope of a better future for man was extinguished....

 

 

 

 

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The trenches were filled to the brim with decaying corpses human and demi god alike, carrion feeders and ceramite armour of varying shades of corrosion and Heraldry.

This was the aftermath of the first shots of the war.

I was present for everything, from the dropping of the bombs to the massacre to the burning of Calth and the destruction of the edifice that was Prospero.

 

 

 

I saw Gods fall and their sons seek vengeance, I have always been and always will be till the last breaths of eternity.

I befriended Traitor and loyalist alike, I helped build the imperium and tear it down.

I watched as Terra burnt and the last breaths of humanities hope gasped from a god made to fuel a dying race.

I saw the vengeance upon the galaxy as worlds burned for never declaring, I saw sons enter rage filled fits at what the perceived as their failings and listened as the innocents screamed in their millions of voices.

 

 

 

I am eternal and have had the burden of witnessing the decline

of my race for over 10,000years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now I will tell you the truth behind the gods and behind their sons who tore Heaven asunder.

[deathspectersgt7]

What is the Sun have not seen it in a month & a half so are you back or what?

[Forté]

Yes...he's back!!!! And I hit my daily limit of likes before seeing that post Jaspcat.

[Barabbas Sogalon]

I have a feeling this will be good.

 

Welcome back to the ranks of the living, brother.

[Noctus Cornix]

Told you that you would close down Terra will Fall. You owe be 20 bucks now, Jasp. ;)

[GhostMalone]

 

 

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It was after obtaining a copy of the elusive Stygian scrolls that I first had an encounter with the Legionaries of the XIVth legion, after their christening as the Death Guard.

Back when they walked the path betwixt and between they were known simply as the dusk raiders, but upon the re christening of their legion upon the recovery of their gene sire a darkness settled into this once mighty legion.

 

The remorselessness on the battlefield was first then the steady increase of purging's began, no longer would the worlds be bought into humanities fold unscathed.

The worlds would become barren wastelands of poisonous clouds and vapours.

These worlds would never again sustain life

never again feel the rays of sunlight fall upon the ground and nourish the soil.

 

I found him upon the world of 97.32.

his armour was broken open his last view of this life was of radioactive rain starting to plummet from the sky above,

ash grey clouds with no silver lining.

 

These Gods bound within human flesh,

these men that were no longer human but able to withstand punishments no human physiology should be able to sustain.

They were as foreign to me as the Xenos that they purged from this world.

 

But in this moment of time he was bought low,

more human than my interactions with other legionaries had let me experience.

In his left hand he held beads carried by the Folk of Ayre , he was Terran born this one.

In his right he held aged parchment that looked to be a tome of old a scroll from far away Franc and the ancient cities of Albia. 

 

I was witness to his last words

the dying moments of a child that had witnessed the unification of a galaxy

the rise of the dominant species and the last Terran of the Deathshroud.

 

"There's no gain where love is lost"
 

With those last words he passed the scroll and as I recall his last action in this life was the simple act of exhaling a sigh.

Not of pain, not of acceptance just a sigh.

This was the last of the nobility of a legion reborn.

He was the Last true Dusk Raider.

 

 

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[GhostMalone]

So here's my first converted legionary still to clean up some areas.

This will be my own interpretation on each Legion and ill be undertaking 2000pts per legion.

as each legions right of war is released ill be attempting to work within those confines for Fluff accuracy.

so the first four legions are the rebirth of my World Eaters, my Death Guard and never before undertaken Emperors Children & Sons of Horus.

 

with each introduction ill be forwarding pieces from the narrators perspective.

the Narrator in question will not be revealed until all 18 legions are covered.

the accompanying music clips are the rebirth part of the thread.

 

I am adding the music that has influenced the builds and stories,

all pieces will be of the Australian variety alongside my life and the guys & Friends I grew up with.

a Fusion of WarhammerHOrus Heresy & Hardcore Underground Australian.

 

The first piece is Skydancer by In Hearts Wake, followed by Dream on Dreamer Hear me out.

ill be putting my vision of what the legions truly were into each model and paint scheme.

 

-Taron

[KBA]

Great mood to the model, Jasp, especially with the hood and GS breathing tubes. 2000 points per legions ALL legions?!!? You sir, are insane...ly awesome.

[GhostMalone]

 

 

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You know not rage.

the astrates were more the gene forged super soldiers.

I remember one of the XIIth Legionaries.

 

His name I forget as the years have taken their toll, but I recall seeing him graduating on the muster world of Bodt.

he was honoured with the red chains and did not have a single black link upon his slabbed muscular framework.

the look of pride at accomplishing what so many had failed.

but I feel that not even the gods in their wisdom foresaw what was to come.

 

 

I last saw him on th ekilling fields of istvaan V he had lost his axe and had ripped the boarding shield out of a dead Xth legionaries Grasp,

he fired clip after clip of Tempestus bolt rounds into the retreating loyalists.

He was lost that day and as he ran out of Ammunition he cast aside his Bolter and threw himself into the midst of the defeated,

ripping open chest cavities and sticking Krakk grenades within their confines.

 

Strangling legionaries with his honour chains till the life drained from their eyes.

That was the day I knew the imperium would fall.

I had seen brothers turn on brothers uncountable times through my Life.

I just thought this time he would have learnt from the past.

 

 

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[Flint13]

Ugh, Jasp! Quit making awesome threads I have to follow

Also YAY! Alexisonfire

[GhostMalone]

 

 

 

 

 

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The Greatest and most honoured of all fell from grace.

Over the course of my life I have reflected on that moment where the heresy began.

some say it was Ego, some say pride, I believe it was more than that.

it was Betrayal.

 

 

An Ideal warped by the Hubris of a brother blinded by gods that had no true love for him.

Of a Father that removed himself from the picture.

Of a man with the weight of the worlds bearing down on his shoulders.

A legion of Warriors devoted to a cause, left directionless.

 

 

The spear never faltered, it only found a new target for its wrath.

That's why I believe Horus was the Greatest of the XVIII.

 

He built the foundations of the Imperium.

It was only fitting he was the first to light the match and watch it burn.

It was only fitting that he was the first to be betrayed

 

 

 

 

 

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[Forté]

This is worse than porn on dial up internet. STOP TEASING...although the build up is kinda sexy ;)

[The Nephilim]

Consider myself officially enthralled.

[Flint13]

This is worse than porn on dial up internet. STOP TEASING...although the build up is kinda sexy

I know right? It's like a kid trying to pick out the interesting bits out of the scrambled Sin-emax channel.

[GhostMalone]

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The flames of war spread

the galaxy burnt and worlds were left lifeless.

the fall for every legion happened quickly.

except for one.

 

 

It is said that the worst punishment for any being is a slow lingering death.

but there is something worse than that.

a slow lingering decay with no chance of salvation from the pain and torment of the living without hope of the peace of death.

 

They never knew what fate awaited them and they tried to ignore the corruption that was setting in to the legions that were named Excomunicate Traitoris

ignorance is bliss yet bliss is not peace.

if they weren't blinded by hate anger resentment and prejudice.

all of this could have been avoided.

but so it was that the XIVth fell into a slow lingering death spiral.

and those that believed they were guarded from death didn't realise what the cost of that belief would come to.

 

 

 

 

 

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[Devolver]

Well. Consider me a follower, Excited to see where you take this brother, Keep it up! I think this guy needed a heavier song though ;) Just saying Maybe some Amon Amarth or Lamb Of god..

 

 

 

 

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You know not rage.

the astrates were more the gene forged super soldiers.

I remember one of the XIIth Legionaries.

 

His name I forget as the years have taken their toll, but I recall seeing him graduating on the muster world of Bodt.

he was honoured with the red chains and did not have a single black link upon his slabbed muscular framework.

the look of pride at accomplishing what so many had failed.

but I feel that not even the gods in their wisdom foresaw what was to come.

 

 

I
last saw him on th ekilling fields of istvaan V he had lost his axe and
had ripped the boarding shield out of a dead Xth legionaries Grasp,

he fired clip after clip of Tempestus bolt rounds into the retreating loyalists.

He was lost that day and as he ran out of Ammunition he cast aside his Bolter and threw himself into the midst of the defeated,

ripping open chest cavities and sticking Krakk grenades within their confines.

 

Strangling legionaries with his honour chains till the life drained from their eyes.

That was the day I knew the imperium would fall.

I had seen brothers turn on brothers uncountable times through my Life.

I just thought this time he would have learnt from the past.

 

 

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[GhostMalone]

 

 

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[Forté]

Couldn't resist could you...good ;)

[Barabbas Sogalon]

Finally some paint, and it looks good. Is the fellow on the right supposed to have such a big bend on the haft?

[Noctus Cornix]

Hey Jasp, just a few words of advice for your new blog that I thought might help.

 

1. You might want to keep your amount of posts down slightly. Saying a few words in large print with a music file is (sorry to say) hardly worth posting on the Work in Progress threads. It's not much better when you add a fuzzy image of a model we've already seen you post before. Keep your images fewer and put out new material. Stop trying to rush yourself, it shows on both your post and your models. There's no reason to rush posts and it comes off as rather unprofessional and produces far fewer interest in viewers than if you took more time.

 

2. You really need to look closer at your paint work and slow it down. I understand that you're trying to go for a battle worn look on your models but the uneven paint looks rather messy if I'm honest and the lack of highlights makes it difficult to make out the darker parts of the armour. The same can be said for your camera work. It looks messy. Its fuzzy and difficult to see the details (and I mean that extending across most of your previous threads). Just slow it down and concise your work and I think you might yield a better product.

 

Just my two cents, hope it helps.

[GhostMalone]

Well after a long talk with some important people in my life and having a rough weekend I've finally decided to take some advice previously handed to me and I'll have another update soon;

 

Here's the rough idea of what you can expect;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Operational Deployment Day 17, 1934hrs, Cistina Secondus {designation; Death world}

 

 

[[-Paradox Strike Team in position-]]

>Succesionist convoy team moving along designated route Zeta.

>Proceeding with caution, once contact with the Arch Traitors forces is made proceed with order 73.

>For the Sky dancer and our fallen comrades.

 

 

 

Operational Deployment Day 17, 1934hrs, Cistina Secondus {designation; Death world}

 

Caius looked at the incoming data stream filtering through his advanced tactical readout overlay, he saw every movement, every shadow & the face of every traitor.

 

He would make them pay for the lives of his company & his legion,

Now he had only 100 legionaries left, some broken from the trials of istvaan others essentially children being rushed through training to help fight back against the civil war engulfing the galaxy.

 

Even though they numbered but a fraction of the strength of the original company, they had the advantage. Everyone believed the XIXth legion were no longer a threat, in this they were wrong. Deliverance was working overtime to produce the recruits & resources needed on the front.

 

The gene seed enhancement program was a failure, the "raptors" never came to fruition like all of the Captains had hoped. Those that weren't horribly mutated were the pinnacle of gene manipulation and martial pride. Out of those handful that succeeded only 8 ever made it to the 8th assault company.

 

It was fitting, each of these pinnacles in Astrates biology were attached to an assault squad, they learnt and adapted quicker then most recruits and now were held in the highest regards of the survivors of the massacre.

 

Barely 100 marines to take on over 2000 traitors garrisoned on this planet, traitors being re supplied and readying themselves for the push to terra.

 

++[ Paradox in position ]++

>Strike team engage, do not risk needless casualties.

<Contact heading south engaging.

>Strike hard, Strike swift & avenge the fallen.

<Vox silence, we will fail or bring vengence brother, rendezvous extraction point delta.

 

 

 

Operational Deployment Day 17, 1937hrs, Cistina Secondus {designation; Death world}

 

++[squad engage target, activate vox silence, withdraw if incoming threats number more then 4-1]++

 

Sazh activated the power field around his lightning claws, power surged and coursed through pleasure & pain. His lightning claws were ripped from the corpse of a traitorous night lord on the blackened wastes of istvaan V.

 

He was one of the last surviving veterans from the VIIIth company and he had served under Caius for 72 years, he had been dragged from hell and the bodies of his company that were annihilated. He knew what Caius wanted, to bleed them as they bled the legion on the killing fields of that hell hole. Every death was a victory, every breath of defiance was victory, and every legionary that came through the rushed training program was a victory.

 

Sazh activated his jump pack and leaped from the Perch of his forward location, the adrenaline rushed and battle stims released into his bloodstream.

 

He locked on to the form of a legionary wearing the heraldry of the IVth legion, he would show this legionary that iron within was much more painful then their mantra would lead them to believe.

 

The first kill was a perfect blow, pleasure spun into the legionaries spinal cord and was severed mid chest whilst maintaining momentum Sazh twisted the bulk of his frame and pain slashed across the back of the traitors helm shredded into ribbons of bone fragment ceramite & flesh.

 

With the first blood of the ambush spilt he turned his attention to the main objective, the liquid promethium stores loading onto the storm birds.

 

All around the encampment screams from the mortal serfs echoed around as from the shadows and peaks of the cliff sides the ravens descended as a murder ready to enact a long overdue judgement on their cousins of the IVth.

 

The sudden slaughter that erupted was a frenzy, soldiers with broken souls and heavy hearts released the revenge that the fallen never had a chance to enact. In this moment when those that were condemned to extinction finally found a release, they were the shadows the unseen blade in the dark, they were the XIXth Legion.

 

>Caius command hierarchy ascending ramps of Stormbird Des:Iron Pride, attempting Evac proceeding to eliminate take off ensure no survivors are left.

<Brother withdraw and allow them to proceed with Evac, Skydancers are in position to intercept, no survivors will be left, proceed to secondary objective and take command of Parodox, Temporal & Rift strike teams.

>Acknowledged proceeding to Apothecary stores will capture any gene stores encountered.

 

From the skies 6 bright lights plummeted, like darts of black lightning they struck the top of the Storm Bird with such a force that the bands of ceramite buckled under the impact.

 

A detonation from the hull of the storm bird sounded while a secondary explosion came from the forward quarters close to the cockpit of the grounded vehicle.

 

Within the cockpit the iron warriors command squad were incapacitated, the legion champion had been torn apart by the hull breaching charge, the standard bearer clung to the smouldering remains of the standard, his armour intact except for the iron rod protruding through his bicep & his shattered visor seeping with blood.

 

The chosen of the honour guard stirred trying to gather there bearings, whilst the warsmith picked himself from the floor. The smoke began to settle and striding through the hull breach was an avian face with pupils of the deepest black.

 

The warsmith looked upon the Praetor of the XIXth with astonishment.

 

"Cousin, I thought we culled your kind & burnt your corpses on the pyres in honour of a free imperium"

 

"Choose your last words carefully traitor, I am the Sky Dancer, I am Deliverence"