Who is your Chaos Lord?

[Shifte]

As a roleplayer at heart I tend to picture every battle as some kind of story. Because of this almost every HQ, Sergeant, Monster and Vehicle in my army has some history and probably a name. In particular I tend to put a lot of thought into my Warlords. However, I'm also aware of the fact that we very rarely get a chance to share these stories with our opponents or other players. Therefore, I thought it might be fun to have a thread in which we share some fan-lore about our own Chaos Lords. Who are they? What is their objective? How powerful are they? Etc.

If you have any screenshots of your Chaos Lord's model, or some art, that'd be awesome as well.

To kick things off, here's mine;

Warsmith Dorn

http://i.gyazo.com/7ecd2f312870d0652eadefc527a6700a.png

^ Concept art for a custom model I'm having built.

Name: Dorn

Rank: Warsmith

"Warband": The 24th Grand Company of the Iron Warriors.

Gear: Power Axe, Xiphos (Warp-sword, shoots flames), Power Armour, Cyber-Cerberus familiar (3 headed robot dog).

Rules: I represent Warsmith Dorn with Huron Blackheart.

Warsmith Dorn was once known as Brother Gorus Menoetius of the Iron Warriors 24th Grand Company. At the time of the Horus Heresy Brother Gorus remained loyal to his Warsmith and Primarch. He served as a front line Battle Brother at both the Istvann Massacre and the Siege of Terra. The silent giant became recognised during the Iron Cage incident when he distinguished himself with spectacular displays against the hated Imperial Fists.

Although Brother Gorus obtained a reputation as a fearsome warrior, it was not until thousands of years after the Heresy that he first achieved a position of command. With the loss of Warsmith Hardaz in the wake of a complete and utter defeat at the hands of the Black Templars there were a number of Astartes who wished to fill the void of command. Typically considered a unambitious brute, the Sergeants and Captains of the 24th were surprised when Gorus asserted his intent to claim leadership of the Grand Company

The war that erupted over the leaderless 24th involved murder, politics and battle. Gorus, initially a rank outsider, quickly became the Dark Horse of the struggle. The Aspiring Champion eventually defeated his rivals through unexpected guile, raw savagery and the sheer bitterness which prevented other contenders from working alongside one another against the swelling powerbase of the Battle Brother. Ultimately Captains Amadeus, Firstus and Tarsuris bent the knee to the victorious upstart.

It was in his first address to the entire Grand Company that Brother Gorus became Warsmith Dorn. After announcing that his intent was to make the name of Dorn synonymous with death and despair, the Warsmith pledged that the 24th Grand Company would dedicate itself to ending the eternal crusade of the Black Templars. To do this, however, it would need to rebuild its fortresses, recruit new battle brothers and re-purpose itself for a more proactive future.

Although initially sceptical of whether or not this lofty objective was achievable, the warriors of the 24th Grand Company have learned not to underestimate their commander. Over the recent centuries his victories have begun pile up, the territory of the 24th has expanded and on at least some worlds the name of Dorn is said with an undercurrent of fear and superstition.

[Teetengee]

Ambulon, Lord of Decay

 

Name: Ambulon

Rank: N/A

"Warband": The Tide of Blood

Gear: Disease encrusted scythe, thick skin, all too many blessings from the dark gods and a hatred for mankind

Rules: Counts-as Typhus

 

Ambulon is not so much a leader as a force of nature. It is unclear whether he began his existence as a large space marine, or perhaps even an ogryn.  Regardless, ever since his arrival on a planet suffering from the recent attack of the Terminus Est he has brought death and ruin to the imperium of man. His very presence seems to weaken the resolve of mankind and to attract the filthiest of horrors. He walks at the forefront of a slow tide of human flesh, pausing only to kill and spread his pestilence. Sometimes he will eat an enemy hole, and what happens inside his cavernous maw is perhaps best left unimagined.

[Forté]

Not my Lord but...

+++ Faustus ‘the Licentious’ Belatari +++
+++ WARBAND: DIVINE FLAYERS (EMPEROR'S CHILDREN) +++
+++ 979.M41 +++




Since his early days in the Emperor’s Children Librarium, Brother Belatari demonstrated a flair for Biomancy. And this was something that brought him into early contact with Fabius Bile and the Medicae.

Early records place him at Isstvan V, fighting against the Iron Hands and counting quite a number of Loyalist casualties until taking a blow to the face from a Power Fist. As to how he survived will never be known. Whether some miracle techniques developed by Fabius or the will of some warp based entity can only be guessed at, but he wore a permanent disfigurement. His face had been almost flattened and was deprived of any sense of smell. Scar tissue covered the surface of his once Emperor like features, but he never showed any sign of being in pain, which he was, greatly. Just a slight smile at the edge of his mouth, and an unsettling glint in his eyes.

His healing caused him to miss most of the attack on Terra itself but when he finally joined the debauched attacks on Imperial worlds while fleeing to the Eye, it was plain to see that he was no longer merely the Librarian he once was. Mortals flocked to his side, even with his monstrous features, and cavorted around him. Often they seemed to melt into each other and become masses of flailing limbs and writhing flesh. He would wear the face of the person who took his fancy for as long as it held his attention. The donor often found mutilated and bent beyond recognition save for a smile that only the highest form of ecstasy could gift.

The centuries passed by and his facial features changed with the time. Not in the usual way of aging but by smoothing to the feel of a new-born, turning pink in colour, his usual smile growing on one side, and finally the rune of the Dark Prince Slaanesh on his forehead. The pain never went away and would flare up to what would be unbareable levels to most Astartes, but not to Faustus. It just served as a reminder to carry on his work of bringing sensations to others, no matter how extreme.

His Brothers gave him the title ‘the Licentious’ and to witness him on the field of battle, or at times of low activity show this to be very appropriate for him.

+++licentious [lahy-sen-shuhs]+++

adjective

1. sexually unrestrained; lascivious; libertine; lewd.

2. unrestrained by law or general morality; lawless; immoral.

3. going beyond customary or proper bounds or limits; disregarding rules.

+++ END OF REPORT +++

In game stats.

Faustus 'the Licentious' Belatari
Sorcerer (Crimson Slaughter Codex - 175pts)
Champion of Chaos, Independent Character, Psyker, Fear
2x Additional Mastery Level, Gift of mutation, Mark of Slaanesh, Sigil of corruption, Spell familiar
Power Armour, Bolt Pistol, Force Weapon

Work in progress

[Teetengee]

Forte, you should put up a pic of that guy painted, he is a great looking sorcerer.

[Vesper]

Aww, I like that filter, Forté. Makes for cool in-universe pictures. How do you do that ?

[Teetengee]

I never meant to get rid of the filter, just a pic of the model too, perhaps with a little section detailing wargear and rules used.

[Forté]

Forte, you should put up a pic of that guy painted, he is a great looking sorcerer.

Done ;)

 

Aww, I like that filter, Forté. Makes for cool in-universe pictures. How do you do that ?

All on Photoshop. Played with the hue/saturation and colour too. Then added a radial gradient filter on overlay. Bit of text and done. You can do similar with various mobile phone apps too.

 

I never meant to get rid of the filter, just a pic of the model too, perhaps with a little section detailing wargear and rules used.

Done too :tu:

[Kilofix]

I'm assuming Belatari will try to hump your leg?

Here's one of mine:

Tinypuke the Intolerable surveyed the vast expanse of carnage and destruction from the armored cupola of his Command Doomhammer super-heavy-tank and snickered to himself as he patted his olive green distended belly. Bodies, upon bodies, upon bodies of his rival kin lay in a putrid heap before him like a pile of wet discarded toilet paper almost a meter high; or maybe it was only half a meter high, Tinypuke had been known to embellish his moments of glory.

In any event, Tinypuke had much to be pleased about. In ten millennia, no other Nurgling had been known to have mastered the operation of the 300 tonnes of consummate destruction that the Doomhammer embodied; even though, rudimentary as they were, its sanitary facilities were still somewhat of a perplexing enigma to him, both in terms of rationale and function.

Tears the consistency and color of mustard welled up in Tinypuke’s cobalt blue eyes as he recalled the time, almost 7 minutes ago, when he had been unceremoniously expelled from the Great Unclean One. So much had he accomplished since, yet so many more conquests still lay ahead of him. Dribble formed in the corners of Tinypuke’s maw as he contemplated which set of Sun Tzu’s Art of War principles he would deftly put into play next against his arch nemesis, Bentley the Snotling.

His mind working with the intensity of a small Mechanicum diode, Tinypuke calculated that by naptime of that same day he would have subjugated the nearby millpond and, with the blessings of the Parthenon, by the following day it would be The Galaxy.

Currently, all Tinypuke needed was to get his wee three digit mitts on a key lynchpin of his plan; the infernal Khorne Chaos device known simply as The Stale Toroid. Ancient legend held that only by sacrificing a Mica Dragon, standing a Necron Monolith on its apex upside down, uttering the sound of eight hundred times eight hundred cultists blinking and then exposing an unexceptional doughnut to the harsh radiation of Calth’s Veridian sun would such an artifact be revealed. But where to get the doughnut? The closest confectionary would be on Macragge.

A potent mix of furious anger and dark resentment ballooned in Tinypuke like a megaton class thermo-nuclear detonation as he reflected on the Ultramarines, the regal Adeptus Astrates custodians of Macragge. How Tinypuke detested their hypocritical righteousness, their underserved superiority, and their frilly helmet plumes.

To be continued….

In-game:

Doomhammer (over 400 points)

Nurgling (0 points)

[Forté]

Out of likes :(

 

Very nice Kilofix. And no, Faustus will not hump your leg. That got boring centuries ago. More fun to wear it.

[incinerator950]

I have to redesign my lord.

[Sception]

http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z142/Malisteen/Black%20Legion/a94b3e2b-8d12-4ecb-b79d-0581edaaebed_zps77af8678-1.jpg


****  WIEGRAF FOLLES ****

Survivor of the Sons of Horus
Survivor of the Sons of the Eye
Member of the Black Legion

Captain of the Death Corps
Nightmare of Mackan
Lord of the Crimson Eye
Favored of the Despoiler

Knight of the Black Shrine
Bearer of the Aries Stone
Bound Host of the Gigas

 
Once a Son of Horus, following the Heresy Wiegraf became a captain of the Sons of the Eye, one of the Thrice Cursed spinter factions of the Sons of Horus who did not join with Abaddon's newly formed black Legion.  Following the death of their commander Drecarth and the subsequent annexation of the Sons of the Eye by the Black Legion, Wiegraf found himself and the soldiers he once led gathered into a company of 'oath-broken' and used as fodder in suicide missions.
 
Mockingly called the 'Corpse Brigade' by the Black Legion commanders who used them, Wiegraf's company suffered from extreme attrition, and were treated little better than the hordes of chaos cultists & feral warriors they fought alongside on the front lines.  Indeed, many within the Corpse Brigade eventually formed bonds of friendship and respect with the petty warlords among those cultists, and Wiegraf in particular developed a close relationship with the feral warrior Milleuda, calling her his 'sister in arms'.
 
Throughout this period, Wiegraf's bitterness sustained him, and though casualties were high, the warriors he led into battle, both feral cultist and heretic marine, always completed their objectives despite heavy losses, until they were whittled down to an elite group of hardened veterans and skilled specialists.  No longer mocked as the Corpse Brigade, Black Legion commanders now referred to them as the 'Death Corps', and sent them on dangerous yet crucial assignments rather than using them as mere fodder.
 
It was on one of these assignments that Milleuda was mortally wounded by the rogue Grey Knight Ramza Beoulve, who had followed the chaos warlords Folmarv and Dycedarg into the Eye.  Soon after, Wiegraf, wracked with vengeful hatred, first encountered Folmarv.  The senior warlord was impressed by Wiegraf's bitterness and skill, and, perhaps sensing a greater destiny guiding Wiegraf's hand, Folmarv gifted him with one of the mysterious stones he carried, a relic of primordial chaos.  In exchange, Wiegraf swore himself to Folmarv's newly founded Cult of the Black Shrine, a heretical cult even among chaos marines which worships Abaddon as a god, becoming one of the cult's secret order of Shrine Knights. In private, Wiegraf traded his soul to the stone in exchange for his sister's revival, and the power to take revenge on the one who struck her down, but though Milleuda's physical form was returned to life, it was clear that she was no longer the fierce and independent warrior who had been laid low, but rather something altogether inhuman.
 
As much as some among the Death Corps might have questioned the decision to risk incurring the wrath of their superiors by joining the heretical cult, they could not deny the power this bargain brought.  With the stone's unholy aura settling upon Wiegraf's shoulders like a regal cloak, it seemed the gods favor had finally, miraculously returned to the Death Company.  Centuries old wounds began to heal, arcane power flooded through their veins, a blessed few were even chosen as host bodies for possessing daemons.  Wiegraf led his reborn Death Corps to a string of successes in a dozen impossible assignments handed down by his Black Legion overlords.  At the same time, he also pursued secret objectives from Folmarv.  And while Wiegraf's hated enemy Ramza himself remained perpetually out of reach, his pursuit was enough to shake the lone questing knight off of Folmarv's tail.
 
These successes culminated in the battle for Mackan against the Blood Angels at the climax of the Seventh black crusade, when the unexpected return of the Death Corps, which had been thought lost in the course of completing a vital sabotage mission, helped Abaddon break through the Blood Angel lines.  Recognizing Wiegraf's service in the Ghost Wars, Abaddon granted him command of the Crimson Eye, a war band of Black Legionnaires newly created from stolen Blood Angels gene seed.  Since then Wiegraf and his elite Death Corps have led the Crimson Eye to a number of stunning victories, rising quickly in Abaddon's estimation while discretely spreading the creed of the Black Shrine among the troops under his command.
 
While the feral warriors, cultists and new chaos marines have been happy to take up the Black Shrine's teachings, some of the veteran Death Corp marines who have been with Wiegraf since before the Heresy have grown restless.  Though they cannot deny the blessings that Wiegraf's stone has brought them, the teachings of the shrine seem to be a betrayal both of the true chaos gods and of their hatred towards Abaddon.  Gustav, champion of Wiegraf's chosen, in particular still holds a grudge against the Despoiler, and has grown openly resentful of his commander's new found devotion to the warmaster. Additionally, Gustav in particular has been wary of the reborn Milleuda, who rarely leaves Wiegraf's side, and has noticed his commander acting strangely, speaking to himself or giving commands in some strange, unearthly tongue before catching himself. Gustav fears his friend has been compromised by the stone he carries.

And he is right in this fear, for when Wiegraf swore himself to the Black Shrine, something within the stone stirred and woke, responding to it's new host's bitterness, hatred, and unyielding resolve - for the stone is in truth the physical tomb of an ancient and terrible daemonic spirit. The spirit goes by many names - Velius, the Warlock; Belias, the Gigas; Aries, the Flaming Ram; Strife, the Death of Honor. Its true name has been struck from the warp, forbidden by the decree of all four Chaos Gods, for this spirit is one of the reviled Lucavi who, in a time before the birth of the universe, rose up in an attempt to overthrow the gods of Chaos, and nearly succeeded.

Now the Lucavi have returned in secret, and seek to hijack Abaddon's 13th crusade, hoping to harness the titanic powers that will be unleashed in that struggle to revive their accursed dark master and overthrow the powers of the mortal realm and the warp in one fell swoop, plunging the galaxy back into the primordial darkness that reigned before the birth of thought and matter. For their plan to succeed, they will need someone close to the Despoiler, a warlord in his inner circle, and with Wiegraf's rise to prominence within the Black Legion, they may have exactly the champion they need.
 
 
 
In game, Wiegraf Folles is represented as a Chaos Lord with veterans of the long war, bolt pistol, spineshiver sword, sigil of corruption, and gift of mutation.

[Vesper]

Oh, so you included a Son of the Eye part to his background. That's cool.

Our supplement was delivering on the background material. The Iron Hands didn't had such luck.

What's also cool is that my warlord also gained Abaddon's notice during the Ghost War :).

[Sception]

Yup. Honestly, I would have liked a bit more of a supernatural tone to the Black Legion book, and more attention to figures within the Legion other than Abaddon, but I really can't complain about what we did get. In particular the re-imagining of many of the Black Crusades, and the introduction of the Thrice Cursed were excellent touches.

[daboarder]

Yup. Honestly, I would have liked a bit more of a supernatural tone to the Black Legion book, and more attention to figures within the Legion other than Abaddon, but I really can't complain about what we did get. In particular the re-imagining of many of the Black Crusades, and the introduction of the Thrice Cursed were excellent touches.

I really really liked the black legion supplements background. the Shaman Abbadon was a great idea

[Vesper]

Yup. Honestly, I would have liked a bit more of a supernatural tone to the Black Legion book, and more attention to figures within the Legion other than Abaddon, but I really can't complain about what we did get. In particular the re-imagining of many of the Black Crusades, and the introduction of the Thrice Cursed were excellent touches.

Oh yeah, I also wanted (and still want) more.

But it was almost building a Legion from scratch. Now that we have the bones, we need the flesh.

[Sception]

I hope it meets its release date. I'm super excited for that book.

[Vesper]

I hope I'll manage to raid a supply line in order to get it early. Chaos style.

[incinerator950]

I know defacing isn't good for a well made model, but SotE had cuts on theirs (Horus mark).

[Sception]

Yes they did. Then again, they've also been completely wiped out, and those who survived are now part of the black legion proper. I imagine their iconography has been repaired or replaced by this point.

[incinerator950]

I wouldn't say wiped out, but their leader was impailed by Abbadon. Truthfully I can see it as a way to differentiate themselves from other Black Legion.

[Sception]

Their leader was killed by the Despoiler, and his followers forced to submit and swear loyalty to Abaddon. Wiped out, at least as an independent faction, is an accurate term.