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The Healer, The Ocean Walker, The Perfecter, The Atlantean (Hes got a Trident and lives under the sea.. :tongue.:)

 

This part. ~Oooooohhh, who lives in a pineapple under *EXPLOSION*

 

I love you :wub.:

 

...mostly because that was the  Cartoon I've watched the most of :p

 

 

*snip*

The Healer, The Ocean Walker, The Perfecter, The Atlantean (Hes got a Trident and lives under the sea.. :P)

 

 

This part. ~Oooooohhh, who lives in a pineapple under *EXPLOSION*

I love you :wub:

 

...mostly because that was the  Cartoon I've watched the most of :p

Just pictured marine recruits running to that cadence.

 

 

 

*snip*

The Healer, The Ocean Walker, The Perfecter, The Atlantean (Hes got a Trident and lives under the sea.. :tongue.:)

 

This part. ~Oooooohhh, who lives in a pineapple under *EXPLOSION*

I love you :wub.:

 

...mostly because that was the  Cartoon I've watched the most of :tongue.:

Just pictured marine recruits running to that cadence.

 

 

My eyes! What have you done!?

Hectarion Mycenors titles: The Mycenor(I know imaginative right), The Shield Bearer, Lord of a thousand Spears and Lord of Lions.

As far as how he would interact with his brothers, I see Hectarion as being welcoming towards them and greeting them with a week long feast when he's first found(after he's had the Bloodthirster banished from him). Those of his brothers I see him not getting on with are those who go in for gene manipulation and probably Raktra(despite them both being close combat specialists).

Raktra only ever trusted Mortarion properly, and had a degree of camaraderie with Ferrus and Angron, so whomever sits close to there would work. I don't imagine he'd like anyone too close to the Emperor much in general, or anyone who took prisoners or were part of a "gentle" legion. So I guess Alexandros would rub him the wrong way, as would Icarion.

I think Jackel might be a good match for Raktra. He's supposed to be a bit of a cross between Curze and Russ, valuing the shadows, savagery and no holds barred over lengthly talks.

Koschei wishes for all men to become equals, and cares deeply about his legion.  He does what he thinks is best for them, even if it means disobeying the orders of his father.

 

His titles are:  The Dreamer, The Light in the Darkness, Son of Zbruch, Kingslayer

 

Azus is a bit of a lone wolf if he can help it, and he by far prefers to hang back and blow things to uncountable pieces with his gun than get up close where the enemy can retaliate.  While some call him a coward, he calls himself sensible.

 

Azus' titles are: The Ghost of the Sands, the Crimson King, Longshot

 

Uhmmmm, don't want to spoil the fun, but wasn't Crimson King one of the Titles of Magnus the Red?

 

Koschei wishes for all men to become equals, and cares deeply about his legion.  He does what he thinks is best for them, even if it means disobeying the orders of his father.

 

His titles are:  The Dreamer, The Light in the Darkness, Son of Zbruch, Kingslayer

 

Azus is a bit of a lone wolf if he can help it, and he by far prefers to hang back and blow things to uncountable pieces with his gun than get up close where the enemy can retaliate.  While some call him a coward, he calls himself sensible.

 

Azus' titles are: The Ghost of the Sands, the Crimson King, Longshot

 

Uhmmmm, don't want to spoil the fun, but wasn't Crimson King one of the Titles of Magnus the Red?

 

 

 

Curse you, unwitting plagiarism!  His title in the canonverse is the Mad King, so wanted to change it up a bit, seeing as he doesn't go nuts in this version.  I'll come up with a new one later.  Grrrrrrr.

Yucahu. The Brazen Hawk, the Flockmaster, the Void Angel. Here he is as well the Crusader, constantly pushing to the edge of the Galaxy. Due to this his relationship with his brothers might mirror that of the Khan: cordial, but sporadic.

 

Kozja Darzalas. The Unifier, the Prince Immaculate, Shaper of Hosts, the Exemplar. Although later events would put him on the insurrectionist side, Kozja showed open camaraderie to most of his fellow primarchs, Pionus, Alexandros, and the Jade General foremost amongst them.

Godstooth and a Twin.

 

Ohh Hectarion how I admire you so.

Father gave you such an internal strength I admire so. He gave me muscle to match or best any of our brothers, but he gave you strength.

 

So in my admiration, I do what I can to show my love as a brother. I give you the axe off my back.

 

I pull Mekwahawk off my back, in Huronian cant it's "The Striking Bear" so I find it fitting for The Crimson Lion that I can give him his teeth and claws.

 

Hundreds of Stone Lion teeth litter my workbench. Along with clock work gears fitted with perfectly weighted balancing Rubys and my own chain blade taken apart my area looks less mine and more like a H'rud pack lair, or even a Tridentia Swamp Dragon den.

 

I use a process I perfected before I knew I was a Primarch. Every chain link, every gear is atomically perfect. I use an ultra hard Osmium alloy from a dead Magnatar, only my stealing of xenos tech allowed me to get it. I might as well have tried swimming into a black hole the gravity was so massive. But those Eldar who beat and tortured my people before I called Huron home, their tech was better in my hands.

 

For Godstooth I changed the shape to a heavily bearded half moon, clasped to the handle by two lion's paws each claw a cut ruby. A rear blance spike in an Aquiline head. The spike featured a powerfield strong enough to make little more than paper of a Titan's armour. Each Stone Lion tooth became was hollowed set with complex micro field generators. Sealed into each tooth with a diamond hard resin. I put a new edge on each tooth made of Terran Adamantium Father gave to me personally. And on the side of the blade I forge an old symbol given new meaning, made from the same golden alloy as Father's armour. A piece I call the Crux Terminatus.

 

I finish two small sets of adamantium teeth to go in the opposed direction of the main bite to create a scissoring effect. And two last details, one claw from a War Bear, and one tooth from Kraken.

We should have been with Russ, maybe he wouldn't have died. The three of us were absolutely unstoppable together. And we should have been there to save him and the Wolves. But at least you'll always have a bit of Russ and I to fight with you.

 

The second to last detail is the hardest to manufacture, I've only made one before for my son Damon. The Osmium alloy has a use. Compressed into a liquid state by unimaginably powerful magnetic fields and suspended by anti grav fields, the Nuetronic Osmium would be impossible even for me to lift. Only when you swing the blade perfectly, the anti grav suspensors will disengage and you'll hit with the force of ten Fellblade tanks falling from 500 feet up. I slip a crimson stained piece of Birch over the mechanism for a handle and finish with a pommel of a Lion's head. Go and wage war with it as only you can. For now you have a bite that is worthy of you.

 

Moved this hear as I forgot it was supposed to go here when I posted it

Well here's a companion piece to Redds story about Dear'dd making Godstooth.

Maridius, Lord of the Hypaspists, the Crimson Lions first company, looked over the orbital ballet being performed in the skies above Medus V, as ships from both the Crimson Lions and Iron Bears jostled for space in which to enter into its orbit. Beside Maridius, a god of war was doing the same, a levaithan in bronze and silver. Hectarion Mycenor. As Maridius thought this, Hectarion spoke, his voice a bass rumble. "Tell Myrvallen Balath of the 'Shadow Hound' that if he keeps on his current course he'll collide with the 'Hereah'". To Maridius' right a human with a vox immediately set to work doing so. "Also, inform Myrvallen Dronthar that if he enters into an orbit there, his Clans drop pods will land several kilometres off target. And his squadrons side is exposed to an enemy counter attack".

 

"Brother" a voice called out from behind them. Even before he'd seen who it was, Hectarion was grinning. As he turned, his Lions pelt cape swaying slightly, as though in the wind, Dear'dd walked towards where he was standing, slowly and unhurriedly. When he reached them, the two demi gods embraced in a bear hug. "It's good to see you again brother" said Hectarion. While Hectarion was just barely shorter than Dear'dd, it being such a minute difference that few would notice, he was nowhere near Dear'dds broadness. As such, Hectarion had the worst of it in the bear hug. None the less, he grinned at seeing his brother again. "Had I known you were coming on board the Lupa Sanguis I would have had my techmarines prepare a barrol of Nerith. Then we could have drunk the night away and talked of past glories". Dear'dd grimaced at the mention of Nerith and said "Never again. I'll stick to Huronian mead". Maridius grinned. Nerith was a traditional celebratory drink of the tribesmen of Mycenae. In addition to being one of the few substances in the galaxy that could give a space marine, or even a primarch, a hangover, mjod being the other,Nerith also acted as a haluconegen, even with primarchs advanced physiology. Hectarion let out a short barking laugh and slapped Dear'dd on the back, saying "I forgot you and your legion couldn't handle your drink". Then, indicating the orbital preparations taking place all around them "It shows in how sloppy your legions orbital discipline is". Dear'dd smiled and said "Not all of us can be expert boarders brother. Besides, I didn't come on board to hear you critisize my legions orbital discipline". Hectarions grin changed to an expression of both worry and curiosity "Why did you come then? Has something happened to one of our brother like happened to Lem...them?". Dear'dd shook his head and said "No, nothing of the kind. I came to give you this". Looking past Dear'dd, Maridius could see a servitor carrying something covered in cloth.

 

Removing the cloth, Dear'dd revealed a chain axe of truly wonderous craftsmanship. The head was attached to the rest of the axe by a pair of rubies cut to look like claws. The teeth were Stone Lion teeth edged in adamantium, the back spike an Aquiline head and the pommel a gold lions head. However, as Hectarion hefted the axe, his gaze fell on one thing in particular. A Fenrisian krakens tooth. His eyes widened and he looked at Dear'dd, who said "The Dauntless few shall now march to war again, in spirit at least if not in body". Hectarion nodded as his mind was dragged back a century to a moonlit night on Terra at the start the Great Crusade. There they had sworn that nothing in the galaxy would stop them while they fought together. Hectarion sighed. That had been long ago. Much had changed.

 

"My thanks brother" said Hectarion to Dear'dd. Dear'dd then nodded and said "You finally have a blade that's worthy of you". Then, as if some unspoken signal had passed between them, they both looked to the same corner of the Lupa Sanguis' bridge. There they saw a shadow with hair that was blowing in the wind and a pair of shapes circling around it's feet. The figure grinned and nodded, before walking off into the distance. Looking back at each other, Hectarion and Dear'dd both nodded. Then Dear'dd said "Come brother. We shall war together once more".

A Difference of Opinion Part 1

 

It was Naihab’s first deployment as part of the Triakonta. He stood opposite brother Jeshimon, both of them clad in hunchbacked termintor plate, great axes held to their sides. Next to each of them stood the honor guards of the primarch Alexandros upon whose flagship they were standing. Within the strategium, beyond the door beside which Naihab stood, three primarchs conversed. Alexandros gestured at features highlighted within a hololith display, speaking about concentrations of green skins and shoring up defenses of human settlements. The hololith shifted and magnified a new image. The Fire Keepers primarch Niklaas began pointing out locations for artillery revetments, breast works, tank traps and choke points.

 

Naihab could see the third primarch, Raktra, shaking his head. Without waiting for Niklaas to finish Raktra began a loud commentary about wasting time playing in the dirt when they could be killing Orks. Alexandros raised a hand as if to speak, but Raktra only got louder. Niklaas leaned over resting his elbows on the hololith table. Arms folded, he bowed his head as if examining something on the floor between his feet.

 

Naihab remembered overhearing one of the senior legion commanders saying once that the primarch’s temper was like a spring storm, sudden, swift and terrible. This would be the first time Naihab would witness the fire within his primarch.

 

“ I hear they call you the devil!”

 

Niklaas was a man who never raised his voice. And even now he did not shout, but his voice seemed to fill the entirety of the great starship.

 

Raktra turned to face Niklaas, who slowly raised his head to meet his brothers gaze.

 

“Raktra the white devil, isn't that what they call you?”

 

Naihab could feel his hearts quicken, sweat began to bead on his helmeted face. Something in his primarch’s tone made him unsettled.

 

“ Did I ever tell you I met the devil once.” Niklaas stood to his full height, arms dropping to his sides.

 

“ I went for a walk in the forest one night and ran smack into him.”

 

“ And he took a :cuss: bigger than you.”

 

“Brothers” Alexandros stepped into Raktras path as he made toward the Lord of the Fire Keepers.

 

Raktra leaned around Alexandros pointed at Niklaas, “We’ll see how big you are when you've got Hell’s Teeth in your skull!”

 

“Brother that's enough”, Alex shouted over Raktra’s bellowing.

 

“Alex”, Niklaas asked in a calm tone, “ may we borrow one of your training cages.

Alexandros' mouth formed a thin, hard line. The fact that two of the Emperor's sons were bickering so irritated. It was much more frustrating that his words were unable to resolve the situation, but Raktra had always been a hothead. And he didn't need to use his telepathy to know the sincerity of Niklaas' intent. With an inward sigh, he relented. "This way." He motioned for his elite guard, the Myrmidon, to watch over the strategium before he started walking toward the training halls. 

Since the legions follow their fathers' attitudes, let's start nailing down the Allied Matrix.

 

Same levels and rules. For starter's, Halcyon Wardens

 

Battle Bro - Lightning Bearers, Iron Bears, Wardens of Light

Fellow Warriors - Fire Keepers

Distrusted - Berserkers of Uran

By Order of X - Eagle Warriors

 

This is a quick example to help get things started.

Since the legions follow their fathers' attitudes, let's start nailing down the Allied Matrix.

 

Same levels and rules. For starter's, Halcyon Wardens

 

Battle Bro - Lightning Bearers, Iron Bears, Wardens of Light

Fellow Warriors - Fire Keepers

Distrusted - Berserkers of Uran

By Order of X - Eagle Warriors

 

This is a quick example to help get things started.

 

 

Is this pre Insurrection?

Its in both Betrayal and the Crusade Army List red book, not sure of page numbers though. Its not specifically detachment based, but it isn't symmetrical so it must be that you read the main detachment from one side and the ally from the other. And I remember someone asking FW if it was intentional, which it was. Not at my books to give an example, but I'm pretty certain I'm right.

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