Legion Smack Talk Thread

[Brother Captain Lucian]

Hiding in the shadows wont help you when the bombs start falling. Sooner or later, all the shadows will be gone, and so will you - silly loyalist.

[Hyaenidae]

Right off the bat, I've already had to hide a post. Treading on thin ice, and it hasn't even left the first page.

 

So, if this thread is going to survive much longer, we need to lay down ground rules.

 

1. Act 'in character', as if you are a Legionnaire representing your Legion in the 31st millennium. In other words, the 'yo momma' jokes die here. Matter of fact, any 21st century-esqe jokes die here. 

 

2. 'Keep it civil' is an understatement. 

 

3. If you're going to participate in this thread, then remember it's all in good fun. Flex your fluff gland a little, nay, your writing skills, and write as if you're an actual character defending the honour of your Legion, or like two scholars arguing. Zero personal attacks.

 

For Example, like Sevetar and Corswain speaking to each other in 'Savage Weapons'.

 

4. This is supposed to be fun, amusing, and playful. If you're developing a temper, WALK. AWAY. You post angry, you post uncivil.

 

5. Anything outside of the Board rules, or the rules I have outlined here will be met with a sustained and repeated Phosphex bombardment, until all is ash, and the screaming stops. I'm not even close to kidding. Warning will be doled out, and it will not be pleasant.

 

 

 

So, let's try this again. Choose your Legion, pretend you are an actual Legionnaire in-universe, write like an author and not a blogger, and remain polite and civil.

 

Ignore this at your peril. The Sigilite has spoken.

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[Russ Brother 92]

I shall have due penance for thy yo primarch joke.

 

I raise my bionical gauntlet to those cowardly curs from the once proud III legion - you slew our lord, we shall have vengeance whilst you run about looking in mirrors ;)

[Kronos]

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Your tribulations of my Legion are tentative. We kill, slaughter and destroy for the Imperium, as your legion has for many decades in the name of your Father. Our laborious trials of the Butchers Nails has indeed deemed the sacrifice of several legionaries, but all masteries of war require blood as testimony. My successful sons are now fully equipped to endure the labours of War, their enhancements are no less inhumane than the creation of an astarter. My Sons like all Astarters are weapons, weapons which I honour with the crucible of battle. Seek council with your father or with your seconded Imperium -  perhaps your brothers my aid you in your decision . I am the Primarch of War, my axes awash in blood. I do not monger for prestige, my sons do not cry for trophies and trinkets, we shout for the conquests of battle.

I do not fear the wolf.    


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[Brother Captain Lucian]

"We broke our backs for the emperor, it seems only fitting that we now break the walls of Terra and his own back.
But first we shall break those we once called brothers.

 

...Open fire on the Raven Guard and Salamander units approaching."

 

 - Unknown siege master of the Stor-Bezashk.

 

 

[grand_master85]

"The Alpha Legion has always, always been loyal to The Emperor".

[Daemon2027]

"The Alpha Legion has always, always been loyal to The Emperor".

Are we brother. The emperors plan is flawed. Humanity will grow weak in his society. The only way is war. It purges, it makes us strong, it will allow our genus to overcome all. War, this war, is the only way to save humanity, to make it strong in this cold, unforgiving universe. The Emperor must die so that mankind can take their next step. And Horus must die as he is everything humanity must not become.

[Loquille]

Loquille glances from his position by the wall, casually taking in all of the assembled Legionnaires, and carefully pulled a skull of a chain attached to his armour. The Snapping chain carried across those assembled. 

'Cousins' The smile audible even through his helmet. 

'Little cousins we can argue which is legion is best, which Primarch is the strongest.'

He pauses as he reaches up and detatches his helm, revealing an unscared face, Eyes of pure darkness staring at those before him.

 

'But  I shall say this, The Night Haunter is crazy I hear you say, That he is. But Cousins...'

 

Pausing as he brushes hair to the side, revealing a rune tattooed onto his forhead.

 

'You can't beat crazy, no matter what you try. You'll never be on that level' 

[Vazzy]

You once asked me what it meant to be an Ultramarine.  What it was like to be the son of a God? In

 

 

that moment, I had no answer, I was young, arrogant, I knew nothing. But I have

fought for nearly 250 years, and as the Company ancient for 150 of those years.

And I have come to realize what it is to be a member of the XIIIth legion. What

it is to BE an Ultramarine. When one thinks of the Thirteenth, one inevitably

thinks of our Armor, the Cobalt of Macragges skies, or our worlds, the ideal

visions of Man Himself.  But these thing

do not make a warrior of the XIIIth. No, that is a simple by product of the Warrior

Kings of Ultramar, and the ideals they uphold for Humanity. What makes an

Ultramarine is Courage and Honor.

 

 

Courage. Courage is every Ultramarine willing to lay down

his life for the man beside him, the children behind him, and his Lord above

all. It is doing what is necessary to ensure victory is not a bloodbath and

restraint is shown. It is charging once more into the breach, not because you

have to, but because you choose to. Because that’s what Courage is. Honor.  Honor is treating those you have conquered

with respect, for they most assuredly have earned it if they have survived. It

is taking the difficult route, because it is the correct thing to do. It is

ensuring that what we leave behind is remembered and regarded as Good. We are

not ignorant savages like the Wolves, or the soulless sons of Nostramo. Nor are

we stoic, clinical men like the Fists or Hands.

And still some argue we are glory hounds like the Cthonians or Iron

warriors, citing our empire, our successes. But they too, are incorrect. We are

loyal sons, simply doing what is asked in an attempt to finish this Crusade. We

know it shall not last, and we hope to hasten the end, creating a golden age

for Humanity. Our role is of no consequence, as we serve Humanity first, not

the other way round.  We know this. We

accept this, and so we serve. So my dear Nat, it is not our modifications, or

our armor, or our success that defines the legion. It is our ideals, what we

believe that make us Ultramarines, nothing more nothing less. And make no

mistake, as long as one Ultramarine still stands, there is hope for our beloved

Imperium.  To me, that is what it is to

be an Ultramarine.  Never forget that.”

 

- Ancient Aristius, Standard Bearer of the 129th company

[Excessus]

 

"The Alpha Legion has always, always been loyal to The Emperor".

Are we brother. The emperors plan is flawed. Humanity will grow weak in his society. The only way is war. It purges, it makes us strong, it will allow our genus to overcome all. War, this war, is the only way to save humanity, to make it strong in this cold, unforgiving universe. The Emperor must die so that mankind can take their next step. And Horus must die as he is everything humanity must not become.

 

Humanity needs an adversary that unites it! Hydra dominatus!

[karden00]

 

You once asked me what it meant to be an Ultramarine.  What it was like to be the son of a God? In

 

 

that moment, I had no answer, I was young, arrogant, I knew nothing. But I have

fought for nearly 250 years, and as the Company ancient for 150 of those years.

And I have come to realize what it is to be a member of the XIIIth legion. What

it is to BE an Ultramarine. When one thinks of the Thirteenth, one inevitably

thinks of our Armor, the Cobalt of Macragges skies, or our worlds, the ideal

visions of Man Himself.  But these thing

do not make a warrior of the XIIIth. No, that is a simple by product of the Warrior

Kings of Ultramar, and the ideals they uphold for Humanity. What makes an

Ultramarine is Courage and Honor.

 

 

Courage. Courage is every Ultramarine willing to lay down

his life for the man beside him, the children behind him, and his Lord above

all. It is doing what is necessary to ensure victory is not a bloodbath and

restraint is shown. It is charging once more into the breach, not because you

have to, but because you choose to. Because that’s what Courage is. Honor.  Honor is treating those you have conquered

with respect, for they most assuredly have earned it if they have survived. It

is taking the difficult route, because it is the correct thing to do. It is

ensuring that what we leave behind is remembered and regarded as Good. We are

not ignorant savages like the Wolves, or the soulless sons of Nostramo. Nor are

we stoic, clinical men like the Fists or Hands.

And still some argue we are glory hounds like the Cthonians or Iron

warriors, citing our empire, our successes. But they too, are incorrect. We are

loyal sons, simply doing what is asked in an attempt to finish this Crusade. We

know it shall not last, and we hope to hasten the end, creating a golden age

for Humanity. Our role is of no consequence, as we serve Humanity first, not

the other way round.  We know this. We

accept this, and so we serve. So my dear Nat, it is not our modifications, or

our armor, or our success that defines the legion. It is our ideals, what we

believe that make us Ultramarines, nothing more nothing less. And make no

mistake, as long as one Ultramarine still stands, there is hope for our beloved

Imperium.  To me, that is what it is to

be an Ultramarine.  Never forget that.”

 

- Ancient Aristius, Standard Bearer of the 129th company

 

HERE HERE!!!!

[Ordo Machinum]

Loquille glances from his position by the wall, casually taking in all of the assembled Legionnaires, and carefully pulled a skull of a chain attached to his armour. The Snapping chain carried across those assembled. 

'Cousins' The smile audible even through his helmet. 

'Little cousins we can argue which is legion is best, which Primarch is the strongest.'

He pauses as he reaches up and detatches his helm, revealing an unscared face, Eyes of pure darkness staring at those before him.

 

'But  I shall say this, The Night Haunter is crazy I hear you say, That he is. But Cousins...'

 

Pausing as he brushes hair to the side, revealing a rune tattooed onto his forhead.

 

'You can't beat crazy, no matter what you try. You'll never be on that level' 

 

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Legionary Jakobus stepped from the shadows into the golden light which poured through the windows in the great hall. The light flickered across his yellow armour and made it seem as if it were ablaze with holy fire.

 

"Our honourable uncle, your most esteemed sire, is not alone on that level. Many of his brothers, our other uncles, also join him in his insanity. Many of them too would just like to watch the galaxy burn." 

 

"All of us here are facing enemies, that are consumed and committed to each other's total destruction."

 

"The enemies of MY Emperor demand to be fought, and we will fight! But I say to my brothers of the loyal Legiones Astartes, our greatest challenge is not the might of traitors and their blackhearted fleets. The greatest challenge laying before us, is to do what MUST be done ...without undoing the dream of the Emperor's Imperium."

 

"All we want is one thing: Total Victory! For myself, I have but one concern: Destroying the dream of the Emperor's plan for Humanity."

 

"Compared to such a loss, I DO NOT FEAR HORUS AND HIS TRAITOROUS LEGIONS!"

[Daemon2027]

Arch Magos Tomas glances over the map of the galaxy, and sighed. His vox let out the sharp noise of cant.

 

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He returned to his work.

[Marshal Rohr]

I don't know how anyone could smack talk any of the Legions. They are all awesome. It's only certain portrayals in novels that are silly, the FW books are perfect representations of them and all are equal to any other.

[Allart01]

The Raven Guard is so good at infiltrating, that nobody has seen 'em since Isstvan V :P

[Jarl Kjaran Coldheart]

The Raven Guard is so good at infiltrating, that nobody has seen 'em since Isstvan V

and if you did see the RG would you be seeing the Raven Guard or the Alpha Legion?

WLK

[Fire Golem]

 

The Raven Guard is so good at infiltrating, that nobody has seen 'em since Isstvan V :P

 

 

and if you did see the RG would you be seeing the Raven Guard  or the Alpha Legion? <_<

 

WLK

Either way, I'm happy with it :P

[Schnabel]

"When the Remembrancers proclaim news about the Third, they tell how the Children of the Emperor fight their battles unlike soldiers, but like performers in some grand opera, their every move calculated and practiced into perfection. They tell the masses how the Phoenician and his host celebrate everything that is good, beautiful and pure with their love of art that is almost as strong as their love for the Imperium and its Lord.

 

When the Remembrancers proclaim news about the Eighteenth, they tell of how the sons of Vulkan are strong in assault and unbreakable in defence, how they bring the burning light that cleanses all evil but how they also protect the innocent, no matter the cost. They tell how the warrior-smiths of Nocturne will always stand at the forefront of the Great Crusade as it proceeds into the darkness.

 

When the Remembrancers proclaim news about the Sixth, they tell how the Wolves, despite their barbarous image are loyal to the death and how despite their hot blood and bad temper they and their father Russ are amongst the most trusted of the Emperors minions.

 

When the Remembrancers proclaim news about the Eight, they tell how Lord Curze hates evil so much that he is willing to commit controversial actions for the greater good of Humanity.

 

When the Remembrancers proclaim news about the Twelfth, they tell that we conquered."

 

-Unknown World Eater, 995.M30.

[Komrk]

I don't know how anyone could smack talk any of the Legions. They are all awesome. It's only certain portrayals in novels that are silly, the FW books are perfect representations of them and all are equal to any other.

 

This. The novels may make me hate some legions, but after reading the stuff for the legions in the FW books, how could I hate any of them?

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[Son of Carnelian]

"They sent their best at him, neophyte. The most twisted, blackened souls among the traitors all fought against him. They would have all manner of hideous mutaions about themselves, their weapons fused to their bodies and their armor often molding itself into the warrior's flesh. They had speed, cunning, and unholy strength gifted to them by their dark masters. And they hungered for victory, for they knew it was close.

 

And yet, for all this, he broke them. They would rush at him in mobs or challenge him to single combat. It never made a difference. He killed them all, his blade as sure and true as it had ever been. Even gifted with all their dark blessings, this one man proved that skill and honor could best well-arrayed treachery. And when the Emperor left for his fateful battle with his sons at his side, the Master of Mankind named our High Marshal the commander of all surviving Terran forces. The magnitude of that responsibility alone would have crushed any other Astartes. But not him.

 

In the face of pure evil, Sigismund never blinked. But evil did, and the traitor legions died by the score for their weakness."

[Excessus]

"They sent their best at him, neophyte. The most twisted, blackened souls among the traitors all fought against him. They would have all manner of hideous mutaions about themselves, their weapons fused to their bodies and their armor often molding itself into the warrior's flesh. They had speed, cunning, and unholy strength gifted to them by their dark masters. And they hungered for victory, for they knew it was close.

 

And yet, for all this, he broke them. They would rush at him in mobs or challenge him to single combat. It never made a difference. He killed them all, his blade as sure and true as it had ever been. Even gifted with all their dark blessings, this one man proved that skill and honor could best well-arrayed treachery. And when the Emperor left for his fateful battle with his sons at his side, the Master of Mankind named our High Marshal the commander of all surviving Terran forces. The magnitude of that responsibility alone would have crushed any other Astartes. But not him.

 

In the face of pure evil, Sigismund never blinked. But evil did, and the traitor legions died by the score for their weakness."

As much as I dislike it, I love that loyalist dog...

[Russ Brother 92]

Lo do our grand writer's storm from the woodwork breach... Onwards onwards I say, for we are mere pawns to the myths and legends you speak of.

 

"We are but a drop in the ocean compared to the magnitude heroism which stood before those gates of gold, they stood! Banners fluttering in the breeze, armour glistening, war cries of their foes growing ever louder as the defences at the walls slowly but surely crumbled to massed firepower as multiple Titan Legions added their despicable strength and rage to the traitor assault... When the time came these gold-clad warriors did not howl for the enemies death like the brethren of Russ, the didn't charge heedlessly into the enemy lines like the proud and resolute sons of Nocturne, not for them the great cries of VENGEANCE like Dorn and his kin - they merely marched, in formation as they had for a thousand years, with all the strength and presence to ensure their foes knew their tine was up and their life would be counted down in minutes now... For the Custodes had come and Death was waiting in the shadows..."

 

Unknown Warrior of the Crusade Company, Imperial Fists Legion circa 2-7 days after the end of the Siege.

[Wade Garrett]

It's only certain portrayals in novels that are silly, the FW books are perfect representations of them and all are equal to any other.

"My Legion has poisoned itself!" The Night Haunter hissed, his sunken eyes gleaming feverishly. "Its ranks are filled with murderous scum, fiends spawned from a pit of lawlessness and crime who know no other existence than domination through horror!"

 

"Sire?" Captain Shagrailar's voice trembled as he spoke up. "The Eighth has always been filled with murderous fiends spawned in pits of lawlessness and corruption. Ever since the Emperor recruited the first neophytes during the Unification Wars."

 

"My Legion has poisoned itself!" Curze repeated, the boneless features of the former captain hanging in shreds from his talons.

 

"Yes, my Lord. That is absolutely what happened." The newly promoted Captain Sahaal said, carefully not looking at the mangled remains of his predecessor.

 

(See also: Perturabo killing a tenth of his Legion because they weren't the Luna Wolves, the XVll switching their deeply held beliefs anytime someone sneezes).

[Marshal Rohr]

Well Wade, there were Night's Children in the Imperial Fists too, but can you point to any of them turning into night lords in yellow later?

[Wade Garrett]

The Marines Malevolent had to come from somewhere.

 

Look, I like some of the Forge World lore ..but they've had some missteps. And "Yo Emprah, we heard you like pale skinned lunatics from lightless hellholes being sin incarnate, so we recruited Terran pale skinned lunatics from lightless hellholes to team up with Nostroman pale skinned lunatics from lightless hellholes so they can be sin incarnate while being sin incarnate..."

 

Oy vey.

 

I really hope the Forge World team had a lie down after that one. Because you could really strain yourself coming up with ideas like "The pre-Primarch Night Lords were exactly like the post-Primarch ones in every way."

 

Or "Hey, we need to show Perturabo is like, totally evil with no redeeming qualities, not even intelligence."

 

"What if we had him kill a tenth of his Legion for stupid, pointless reasons?"

 

"Works for me!"