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I, Checkmate, accept my role in this.
I promise to lead the XVII Legion into the zone of war, and conduct them to glory.
I will do so no matter the ferocity or ingenuity of the foe.
I pledge my honor to the XVII Legion.
On this matter, and by the Word, I swear.

apologist Venerable Brother

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I, Apologist, accept my role in this.
I promise to lead the XVII Legion into the zone of war, and conduct them to glory.
I will do so no matter the ferocity or ingenuity of the foe.
I pledge my honor to the XVII Legion.
On this matter, and by the Word, I swear.
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Quick WIP of my chap's base, which is meant to represent part of the invasion of Armatura; haven't painted the concrete yet, but it did give me a chance to trial a scheme I'd been thinking of the for the Ultras... Also, I'm trying BCK's patented tissue-cloth method towards the bottom; when painted that'll be a tattered and half-burnt Ultramarine standard.

 

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Arac Battle-Brother

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I, Arac, accept my role in this.
I promise to lead the XVII Legion into the zone of war, and conduct them to glory.
I will do so no matter the ferocity or ingenuity of the foe.
I pledge my honor to the XVII Legion.
On this matter, and by the Word, I swear.

 

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NoLats_McGee Battle-Brother

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Everyone's hatred of the Word Bearers is leading to lots of Imperial Herald/XVII Legion models. And I am okay with this. I'm very interested to see where it all goes.

 

As for me, I would really love to oath a nice tactical squad for this challenge. I ordered some bitz yesterday, but given where I live they might not arrive in time to let me build it by the end of the month.

 

So, I'm going to oath a librarian/sorcerer, and maybe a tac squad time permitting. Because something tells me the Word Bearers didn't really take Nikaea on board.

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You know, it's funny. It seems like a lot of people hate the Word Bearers. I know I did for a while after I read The First Heretic. But they've slowly grown on me, to the point where I'm planning a rather large force of them. Heresy-era, of course. Plus, the metallic red recipe that Forge World came up with is just plain awesome, in my opinion.

Flint13 Venerable Brother

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I actually just finished the First Heretic audiobook... and I kinda wish I could do Argal Tal for my entry now...

 

How can you hate the Word Bearers. They are the quintessential evil. I love it! 

 

@ Kage - Pffft... all about that Palantine Eagle. Purple, gold and platinum. That's how crusadin's done, son. :D

NoLats_McGee Battle-Brother

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I'm with Flint, the Word Bearers are cool because they're so evil. I love modelling them, doesn't mean I have to love the idea of hanging out with them.

 

And I'm also with Larkyn, that red FW have done is irresistible. I'll be copying it for my own guys.

NoLats_McGee Battle-Brother

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While I do find the eeeeevil word bearers cool as Villans, and fun to read about, I find the argel tal types more interesting. Hence the inspiration behind my guys, haha.

 

Just ordered some parts for my tac squad. Word bearers upgrade kits, chaos bitz, mk IV bitz, and some night lord torsos.. Trust me this will totally work... I hope

Combat_Vet Veteran

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I posted the question in my WiP thread but I may have better luck here.

 

Does the grey seem too light? I'd like to get some input before I mess with it.

 

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Sorry if it doesn't belong in this thread.

Grotsmasha Venerable Brother

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I posted the question in my WiP thread but I may have better luck here.

 

Does the grey seem too light? I'd like to get some input before I mess with it.

 

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Sorry if it doesn't belong in this thread.

 

I've gone for darker, but the point of the March is for each to bring their own take to the table. If you like it, it's fine, that's what matters here.

apologist Venerable Brother

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Mekholta Dmalachi, Twiceborn of the Chapter of the Blasted Cedar

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The deep blood-crimson of the Word Bearer's armour came as a shock to XIII Legion forces during the Battle for Calth, though nowhere near as shocking as the presence of the twisted forms of the Word Bearers' elite Twiceborn.

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The daemon-ridden Twiceborn were at the Vanguard of the Blasted Cedar's assaults on Trenchant Ridge. It proves impossible to meaningfully quantify the Twiceborn's effacity, as their combat effectiveness seemed to vary substantially from engagement to engagement.

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The distinctive sigils of Colchisian script dotted their armour, but much more alarming was the corona of nameless colours that danced around their bodies, crackling and arcing onto the ice and snow of the region.

 

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apologist Venerable Brother

apologist

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Ta. From the sounds (and looks) of things there are some lovely Imperial Heralds and grey-armoured Word Bearers that'll turn up, but I wanted to go for classic evil red. :)

 

Full disclosure – I built and painted this chap right before the March of the Legions project was announced, so I hope it's okay to enter. I've got my wedding and honeymoon coming up at the end of the month, so thought I'd get ahead on the two Legions for February and March! :)

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[Pict Capture AR/184-13D-116]- Cleromancer Urtu of the XVII Legion, II Company, Consecrated Iron Chapter, formerly Castellax #348762-Delta, “Ignea Sidus” of the 8th Maniple, Carthage Cohort. Pict captured during final stages of Armatura engagement.  [Rembrancer’s note: The ceremonial inclusion of battle-automata into the Astartes units was not uncommon and had precedent within the XVII. The structural alterations to this Castellax unit (crossref: Latros Sacrum/Brazen Head Myth) indicate that it may have had religious or symbolic significance to the Consecrated Iron Chapter alongside its military utility.]
 
 
Lost in thought, Bel Shadrak walked the halls of the Fidelitas Lex, ignoring the hushed awe his presence provoked in the crew members he passed. One robed adept, weeping with devotion, knelt in supplication before him, hands raised in; he briefly paused, inclined his silver-visored helm and gently touched her head with his massive gauntlet. She cried out in ecstasy; he swept on, the act reminding him of the time he had sparred in the practice cages with Luitpold of the VII and, genuinely curious, had asked him why he styled himself a Templar when he owed the existence of no deity. Luitpold had given no answer save his fist, and the memory made Bel Shadrak smile. I am now a true Templar, he thought, a Paladin of Primordial Truth, taken from the martyred of Isstvan and clothed in the revealed glory of the Octed.
 
Confessor Zuuthusu was waiting at the Gate of Malebolge, his great crozius maul drawn to guard the sanctum within. Seeing Bel Shadrak, his solemn bearded face cracked open into a smile. “Welcome, friend,” he said, clasping the other astartes’ gauntlet in the traditional greeting before standing aside to allow him through, “I shall join you presently, when our congregation is complete.”
 
The Hall of Primordial Truth was a place of dim lighting and quiet contemplation, one of many such places on the Lex set aside for the Paladins. Under the great iron-wrought glyphs of the Octed mounted on the vaulted walls, the Vakrah Jal gathered; some knelt in silent worship, others checking their weaponry or cleaning their armour. A few talked amongst themselves, sharing old stories or discussing the campaign, and Bel Shadrak moved to one of these groups, removing his helm as he went.
 
Gol Kudur glanced upwards at his approach. “We were just discussing the purge, brother,” he remarked, gesturing to the others in the conversation. “We have removed the infidel from the Legion, but when will we remove the reprobate?” He clenched his fist in anger. “It sickens me to tolerate such a disgusting orgy of immoral ambition and greed within our Legion.”
 
Bel Shadrak sighed; this had been a familiar refrain amongst the less patient members of the Chapter. He placed a calming gauntlet on his comrade’s pauldron. “Peace, brother, and have faith, in the Legion, and Aurelian, and the Octed. The eightfold path is a treacherous one, yet it is the nature of the path that the dross is sluiced away and only the pure of heart remain. Our father has already sent the worst to die at Calth. The others will be winnowed away soon enough; many will sully the soil of Armatura with their blood in the coming days, and by the time we topple the throne of Terra only a few will still live.” He raised his left arm to display his wrist-mounted alchemical projector; “And then we shall cleanse the remnants with the jade flame.”
 
Gol Kudur made to respond, but his reply was cut off by the tolling of the great bell. The assembled Paladins fell quiet as its echoes faded away; then Zuuthusu’s voice rang out through the hall.
 
“The Primordial Truth is the light of wisdom that pushes back the darkness of the Anathema!” he proclaimed, crozius raised in benediction. “It is the life-bringer, just as the sun brings life to the world, just as the forest fire fosters new growth in its wake! Flame cleanses, the jade flame even more so.  And is it not written in the Book of Lorgar that all souls will be submitted to fire and molten metal to purify them of wickedness? Goodly souls will pass through unharmed, while the souls of the corrupt will burn in anguish. We of the Vakrah Jal have been passed through the flame, and our souls have been purified.”
 
“So be it!” the astartes bellowed in unison. The Confessor lowered his crozius, and favoured the congregation with a smile.
 
“Brothers! This day, as we prepare to fall upon mighty Armatura, we are uniquely favoured; for Urtu the Cleromancer joins us.”
 
There was a collective intake of breath amongst the Paladins; the Cleromancer was almost legendary amongst their ranks, and seldom emerged from the Command Bridge, where it was said that the Primarch himself consulted him on strategic matters and the course of the War. Zuuthusu turned to the door.
 
“Brother?”
 
There was the dull rhythmic clang of metal on deck plating, and the Cleromancer strode into the room. He towered above the Confessor at his side; purity seals covered the crimson of his massive hunched pauldrons, and a massive copy of the book of Lorgar was proudly bound to his side. A huge, daemon-mouthed bolt-cannon hung inactive on his shoulder, and huge claws whirred as they made endless minute adjustments. Alone of all his brothers within the Chapter of Consecrated Iron, Urtu’s faceplate was not silver but brazen, fashioned in the likeness of the Latros Sacrum. Yet even without the embellishments worked into his form by the Legion’s artificers, there was no mistaking his origins; Bel Shadrak met the emerald gaze of his cyclopean, unblinking eye and shivered in a strange mixture of wonder and unease.
 
Was it an abomination or a miracle, he wondered? He quickly realised it had to be the latter, for only godly power could spontaneously breathe intelligence into a battle automaton, and this could not be regarded in the same way as a machine being constructed to be self-aware. Anything else would be impossible to bear; even after having cast aside the entirety of Imperial Truth, he still felt instinctive revulsion for the concept of Abominable Intelligence.
 
++HAIL THE OCTED, BROTHERS++ the Cleromancer growled in its mechanically modulated voice, its crab-like claws raised like a preacher,  ++MAY THE SONS OF THE URIZEN BATHE IN THE BLOOD OF THE INFIDEL. I KNOW WHAT IS AND WHAT WILL BE. I AM WILLING TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU++
 
There was a long pause, the assembled congregation of Paladins too occupied gazing at the wonder before them to consider its words. Eventually Zuuthusu stepped forward, laughing. “Do not be shy, friends! The Cleromancer is here for catechesis, for he is your channel to the Octed and speaks the revealed Truth. Please, satisfy your curiosity! It is Aurelian’s gift to his favoured sons; do not be ungrateful.”
 
Chastened, the congregation muttered its praises for the opportunity given to them. Presently, a voice came from the congregation; Bel Shadrak turned to see one of the Thurifers move forward. “It is an honour, brother. Might I ask; how has the attack on Calth progressed?”
 
The Cleromancer paused for a second, making a sound like grinding gears. ++SYNTAX ERROR. PLEASE TRY AGAIN++ it blurted.
 
Zuuthusu cleared his throat. “You must ask questions that can be responded to with an affirmative or negative, brother,” he said, gently, “this is how the Gods have given the gift”.
 
The Thurifer bowed his head, checking the settings on his flamer as he thought. “My apologies, brother. I shall ask differently. Has the assault on Calth accomplished the majority of its objectives?”
 
The Cleromancer blurted code, and stepped forward slightly. ++OUTLOOK GOOD++ , it replied.
 
There was a murmur of excitement; several of the Paladins knelt in thankful prayer. Presently, another voice called out. “Is Guilliman dead?”
 
++VERY DOUBTFUL++
 
Bel Shadrak nodded stoically; he was not surprised. Gol Kudur was the next to speak. “Can we trust our cousins in the XII to accomplish their objectives on Armatura?”
 
Several of the Paladins nodded in agreement with the question; it had been a common topic of conversation in the last weeks. The Cleromancer considered for a second; ++AS I SEE IT, YES++
 
The questioning continued for some time; the Paladins asked about military strategy, the course of the war, even regarding theological interpretation of the Book of Lorgar. Occasionally, the Cleromancer would not, or could not answer a question, but for the most part his answers were clear, precise and plausible. Bel Shadrak remained quiet; unlike the others, he could think of nothing to ask. Then something came to him, and he raised his hand.
 
“Cleromancer,” he began, “Will I live to see the Throne of Terra toppled and the false Emperor put to the sword?”
 
The living automata paused at the question for some time, opening and shutting its claws. From time to time a clanking noise emerged from within its hulking body. Finally, it raised its great brazen head and emitted a mechanical blurt as if clearing its throat.
 
++DO NOT COUNT ON IT++

 

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