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++ March of the Legions: XVIII Legion ++


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Ferox Haster - Legion Champion for the Realm of Thermis

Terran born Haster is renowned as a savage fighter. A brutal fire within that is mirrored on his Primarch's home world. Vulkan has tried to temper this fire within the XVIIIth and Haster became a strong follower of the of the Promethean Cult. His focus was identifying the strongest challenge on the field of battle, hunting it out and destroying it. Although rarely seen uncovered, it is believed that he has taken on the ritual branding on the Salamanders to an extreme level.

 

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"Vulkan may live, but his sons shall not."

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"My name is Maldrak. Learn it well, for it is the burning sound of your doom."

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"If you have to explain a vindictive murder, there is no vindication."
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"This galaxy deserves a better class of pyromaniacal Astartes, and I will give it to them." 
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"Want to know how I killed these Scars?"
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Once of the 3rd Company of the Mighty XVIII legion, Maldrak Fht'agn turned his back upon his erstwhile brothers on the black sands of Istvaan V. He managed to end the lives of twenty three of his legion before being slain by fire from a "friendly" unit of Iron Warriors heavy support gunners. 

"You must understand, I love and respect my Father. I am not ashamed of what our Legion has become, or the changes Vulkan has wrought upon his sons. It truly is for the best, and he has made us better than we were. I wish I could become like my kin, and wear the scale cloaks, the profile crest of our Legion's namesake, the honour scars. These are things I desire, but yet I deny to myself, because of my greatest failure. Lord Cassian fell. I am forever his Life-Ward, even in internment in the Iron Dragon, sworn to oaths as old as our Legion's inception. Until he truly dies, I cannot leave his side.

I am pariah until my redemption day, and shall wear the heraldry of the XVIII as proof of my failure.

This is my duty and burden, and I will not turn away."

- Penitent Eyrn Hakoda, formerly Life-Ward of Legion Master Cassian Vaughn of the XVIII -

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"Vulkan may live, but his sons shall not."

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"My name is Maldrak. Learn it well, for it is the burning sound of your doom."

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"If you have to explain a vindictive murder, there is no vindication."http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/903/mRU0Fn.jpg

 

"This galaxy deserves a better class of pyromaniacal Astartes, and I will give it to them." http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/673/CHdScF.jpg

 

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Once of the 3rd Company of the Mighty XVIII legion, Maldrak Fht'agn turned his back upon his erstwhile brothers on the black sands of Istvaan V. He managed to end the lives of twenty three of his legion before being slain by fire from a "friendly" unit of Iron Warriors heavy support gunners. 

The famous quote underneath reads:

 

"I only know about two things - propane and propane accessories."

Adra'melek - he is fantastic, awesome job there and fusion of the pyro and drake kits.

 

Flint, it is mad, and it is glorious.

 

Hyaenidae, I love the background and the simple conversion of your guy. Excited to see him finished :)

 

BCK please show us some more!

Master Sergeant Kor'Vesh


Leader of the Bodyguard Phalanx of Lord Protector Numeon, the "Burning Blade", former Librarian Primus of the XVIIIth Legion


 


Selected from amongst the finest warriors and craftsmen their companies have to offer, the personal retinue of the Lords Protector stand as an embodiment of the principles of the Promethean Cult. Master Sergeant Kor'Vesh was in fact the Librarian Primus of the Salamanders prior to the Edict of Nicea, bearer of the title "Burning Blade" (which refers to his favour of the pyre weird) and sub-commander of the first company. After the edict, he was chosen to became the leader of Lord Protector Numeons Bodyguard (after the death of its former Master Sergeant Reth'mahan), and de-facto second in command of the realm of Hesiod. 


 


It is said that Kor'Vesh, although leading one of the Salamanders assault-formations against the Traitors, managed to escape from the massacre on Istvaan after a few hours alongside 23 other Salamanders, 2 Raven Guard and 4 Iron Hands via a captured Word Bearers' Thunderhawk. In orbit, they were saved by the frigate "Basiliskus" and fled from the Istvaan System, setting course towards Nocturne.


 


It is said, that Kor'Vesh became a darker one after the betrayal at Istvaan, an incarnation of his Legions' fury, re-using his pychic abilities and acting as Lord Chaplain Rythans' champion, hunting down traitors who dare it to enter the Nocturnean Realms. 


 


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"Revenge ... REVENGE? I'll show you revenge, traitor scum! I am fire! I am ... death!"


- Kor'Vesh, during the boarding of the Battlebarge "Karalias' Faith"


 


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Note: forged at the moon of Nocturne, the Prometheus sub-pattern is a modified version of standard issue Cataphractii armour, and was widely used by the XVIIIth Legion Firedrake Terminators, alongside the more common Tartarus, Indomitus and Saturnyne armour variants.


 


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Let's see. Two weeks left for this. Diorama piece is done. Accessories for diorama piece are 85% done. Primary figure is 90% done. Secondary figure assembled, but unpainted. Focal point of the piece at 0%, but prep work is done.

 

Should be a fun race to the finish.

“You red eyed mongrels boast of mastering the flame. Now watch, poor Turga! The little Firedrakes consumed by fire... it's quite poetic, don't you think?”

- The one called Saevus, VIII Legion, Dropsite Massacre

Turga Ko'shtan, Captain of the 39th Company, XVIII Legion

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Turga Ko'shtan was once a smith's son who became one of the first Nocturnans in the XVIII. He eventually took command of the 39th Company, always found in the heart of the battle and known for not taking a single step back unless the order came directly from Vulkan himself. It was said that the line never fell when held by Ko'shtan and his men. This turned out to be true during the war on Liepa when the 39th for eighteen days was the only thing standing between the last free city and the assaulting slaver hordes. Ko'shtan was awarded the Drake's Head for the deed, fashioned to his chestplate by the Primarch. A less heroic side to the Captain was the sudden rages that often erupted like a volcano while fighting, something his men called “the wakening of the dragon”. He continued to serve the Salamanders faithfully for many years and was in the vanguard on Istvaan V, claiming the lives of many traitors as his company carved through Death Guard lines. The 39th was ordered into a retreat when the enemy unleashed chemical weapons and made their way towards the newly arrived reinforcements, only to be decimated in a phosphex bombardment by the VIII Legion's 26th Company. Driven by grief and hate, Ko'shtan charged the Terran pyromaniacs and faced their leader, Saevus, in single combat; the might of Nocturne set against a ruthless son of Albia older than the Crusade itself. He lost, the Drake's Head shattered, and Saevus forced the broken Salamander to watch his men succumb to the phosphex before decapitating him. Ko'shtan's head was taken as a trophy by Saevus, who after the battle added Dragonslayer to his many self-styled titles.

Pict-captures of Captain Ko'shtan moments before retreating

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The crossed spears of the 39th Company

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Behold my creation...thought I wouldnt get time for it but here goes!

 

Brother Kor'Nakh

Captain of the XVIIIth Legion

 

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The Captain picked himself up from the arid dirt. His ears rang and his mind swirled. The memories of the betrayal exposed just hours earlier returned and his chest began to burn. The sound of bolter fire sharpened his senses. He stood and looked around at his men. Armour blackened, trophies burned.

 

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He stood and raised his arm. Cleansing fire spewed forth and his squad joined him. The fire reflected in his eyes, echoing the fire burning in his chest. His legion broken, his belief shattered. The last real chance of rescue snatched from him.

 

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He moved forwards in strong purposeful strides. The fire pouring from his right arm engulfing the traitors around him. Bolter rounds glanced from his pauldrons, tore the pelt on his shoulder. He felt pain, but cared not.

 

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He reached the edge of the crater. Looking back he saw the remnants of his unit falling under the weight of numbers. From the wreck of the thunderhawk that was in all reality hislast chance. He saw his brothers' broken bodies scattered around the crater. The remains of several broken legions, their glory stripped from them.

 

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He turned and raised his arm again; a click, but no cleansing flame. His fist crackled and he ran forwards to face his foe.

 

These were the last actions of Brother Captain Kor'Nakh of the XVIIIth Legion.

I..but...Oh you gotta be kidding me! Prepping my write up. Have my model sitting beside me. Glance over at it...and realize I forgot a 'I' in the legion number - reads XVII, not XVIII ! Luckily, it's a printed element, but still...

 

Well, at least Wednesdays are slow at work...

Well, brothers, I might not finish this one on time. The heat went out in our house and for the last couple of weeks, it's been too cold to sculpt anything with the green stuff being so hard the tools barely making a dent in it. I will try, but it's gonna be REAL close if I make it.

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