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So like the title says I got my red books last night from a friend who is leaving the hobby... So on to the hard part picking a legion my question to you is less a help me pick and more share why you picked your legions. I'm interested to hear the highs and lows of your journey with this lovely bad of lunatics on the heresy train.

 

Tl,dr share your thoughts both from games and what was that hook for you to get the first or second or third legion you have going.

I play Sons of Horus.

 

Beside the fact I just like the cool look (dark, sinister, evil, brutal but controlled) of them, I like the fact you find the most fluff and stories about them and get a great insight, especially because there are a lot of characters which are pretty different. They are involved in the great crusafe and heresy from the first day and play a keyrole.

 

I can also identify myself with them. I could have been a SoH traitor myself. Sometimes you feel more loyal to a person than to the right course. When your buddy gets stuck in a steeet fight, you won't let him down, even if he is responsible for this.

 

On top of that, those nerdy loyalists who are always good boys just suck. Plain boring.

Digging through 100 some odd pages on a phone is a recepie for insanity in my book and it's less a help me pick and more a what's keeping you going what set the hook and reeled you in my legions are narrowed down to three choices but two don't have rules yet.

I've always Been an Imperial Fist from the get go. It was a no-brainer for me ESPECIALLY since I hopped aboard roughly when Extermination was announced and we got the info that Sigismund, Polux and Dorn were in the book.

 

Were it not for that, I'd probably be Thousand Sons/White Scars/Blood Angels if they were out before.

I struggled for a while jumping between iron hands imperial fists and alphas amongst others before setting on my Raven guard. My advice would be to pick a force that resonates with you but that you can paint an army of without prescription medication lol

I'm a bit biased towards Death Guard, if we're all being honest. I can best describe why with a mental image:

Picture a dark battlefield, the fog of war covering everything in an acrid stink. In the distance, shells whistle through the air a second after the crump of their discharge is heard. Men lay dying, calling for their mothers or sweethearts, who they were destined, long ago, to never be seen again, to come to their aid and carry them from their personal hells. The taste of copper cannot be washed from mouths as the red-tinged mist flows and rides the eddies and streams of battle. Then, as if in lockstep, they're heard for the first time, their weapons booming with staccato blasts at forces unseen.

The fog starts to strobe as tracer fire and muzzle flash come nearer the centre field. There are no screams, there is no time. The usurpers are there in an instant, staggered lines slowly becoming one. A relentless march through the fields of mud, filth, and detritus of war deafens the ears as the unbreakable foot soldiers trudge along, killing from a distance the foe and silencing the wailing wounded. If you cannot fight you are of no use to them.

His back broken, the section leader of the Imperial Army looks up from his supine position and then lets his head rest on a drinking trough, his body moving by arm strength alone. They would be coming for him soon but he would look them in the eye when the knife strikes. His thoughts on hearth and home, the commander sniffed a bit of snuff and readied himself. Before him, a giant stood, knife in hand. His armour, once a dull white, looked as if it hadn't been taken care of in decades. The sludge of war had consumed the warrior but if he cared, the Imperial Arms-man would never know. Within moments of staring at the Angel of Death, another legionnaire strode forward. He was equally unkempt but there was more ornamentation laid upon him.

"No, not him," the second giant spoke to the first, motioning his sword to the army section's dead soldiers. He turned his helmet's dull, red eyes to the section leader and saluted. "One day, I wish to utilize my men as you have today. The Apothecarion has been notified. You will fight with us again."

With that the section leader let a tear wipe a channel of filth away from his face. His hell was to continue. The Angels had judged him unworthy of glorious death- these Death Guard would not quit him.

Anyway, I know it's not one of the armies you're after, but who knows? Maybe you have a second Legion somewhere in you laugh.png!

It depends, what kind of aesthetic are you looking for?

 

Professional Soldiers

Dark Angels - Valois/Bourbon French Knights, various secret orders

Blood Angels - Spartans, glory in death!

Emperor's Children - Ancient Greeks, look at me! Everybody look at MEEEEE!

Imperial Fists - Teutonic Knights, taciturn and no nonsense

Raven Guard - Special operations ninjas.

Ultramarines - Roman legions

 

Noble(?) Savages

Space Wolves - Viking Raiders

White Scars - Mongol Hordes

World Eaters - Barbarian/Gladiator Berserkers

 

War is Hell

Death Guard - Fallout/nuclear wasteland/post-apocalyptic

Iron Warriors - Gritty and merciless attrition of siege and trench warfare

 

Nerds

Iron Hands - I like robots!

Salamanders - I like reptiles!

Thousand Sons - I like archeology!

Word Bearers - I like books!

 

:cusss

Alpha Legion - No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die.
Night Lords - It puts the lotion on its skin.

Sons of Horus - We look like fantasy bad guys.

It depends, what kind of aesthetic are you looking for?

 

Professional Soldiers

Dark Angels - Valois/Bourbon French Knights, various secret orders

Blood Angels - Spartans, glory in death!

Emperor's Children - Ancient Greeks, look at me! Everybody look at MEEEEE!

Imperial Fists - Teutonic Knights, taciturn and no nonsense

Raven Guard - Special operations ninjas.

Ultramarines - Roman legions

 

Noble(?) Savages

Space Wolves - Viking Raiders

White Scars - Mongol Hordes

World Eaters - Barbarian/Gladiator Berserkers

 

War is Hell

Death Guard - Fallout/nuclear wasteland/post-apocalyptic

Iron Warriors - Gritty and merciless attrition of siege and trench warfare

 

Nerds

Iron Hands - I like robots!

Salamanders - I like reptiles!

Thousand Sons - I like archeology!

Word Bearers - I like books!

 

:cusss

Alpha Legion - No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die.

Night Lords - It puts the lotion on its skin.

Sons of Horus - We look like fantasy bad guys.

 

QFT.

 

I chose salamanders for the following reasons:

  • Green is my favorite color and I don't have any green GW armies currently.
  • I like reptiles (I have a bearded dragon, and a tortoise, and a frog...)
  • I like playing "good guys," and while the world of the Great Crusade is definitely one of greys (and darker shades), the Salamanders stand out as noble and compassionate, at least as much as possible.
  • I like the "desperate last stand/asymmetrical warfare/we will die on our feet" vibe.
  • I like mechanized armies (vehicles are resistant to melta) and close-range firefights (flame, melta) more than artillery and long-range firefights.

You know when you see movies like Terminator where this huge guy is stomping towards someone, bullets taking chunks off him but doing no real harm, only leaving behind a clearer view of greasy, gore-slicked machinery that could snap them in two like a twig with the slightest pump of a piston, whilst emotionless glass eyes stare with disinterest like they're nothing? That's playing Iron Hands.

I'm a bit biased towards Death Guard, if we're all being honest. I can best describe why with a mental image:

Picture a dark battlefield, the fog of war covering everything in an acrid stink. In the distance, shells whistle through the air a second after the crump of their discharge is heard. Men lay dying, calling for their mothers or sweethearts, who they were destined, long ago, to never be seen again, to come to their aid and carry them from their personal hells. The taste of copper cannot be washed from mouths as the red-tinged mist flows and rides the eddies and streams of battle. Then, as if in lockstep, they're heard for the first time, their weapons booming with staccato blasts at forces unseen.

The fog starts to strobe as tracer fire and muzzle flash come nearer the centre field. There are no screams, there is no time. The usurpers are there in an instant, staggered lines slowly becoming one. A relentless march through the fields of mud, filth, and detritus of war deafens the ears as the unbreakable foot soldiers trudge along, killing from a distance the foe and silencing the wailing wounded. If you cannot fight you are of no use to them.

His back broken, the section leader of the Imperial Army looks up from his supine position and then lets his head rest on a drinking trough, his body moving by arm strength alone. They would be coming for him soon but he would look them in the eye when the knife strikes. His thoughts on hearth and home, the commander sniffed a bit of snuff and readied himself. Before him, a giant stood, knife in hand. His armour, once a dull white, looked as if it hadn't been taken care of in decades. The sludge of war had consumed the warrior but if he cared, the Imperial Arms-man would never know. Within moments of staring at the Angel of Death, another legionnaire strode forward. He was equally unkempt but there was more ornamentation laid upon him.

"No, not him," the second giant spoke to the first, motioning his sword to the army section's dead soldiers. He turned his helmet's dull, red eyes to the section leader and saluted. "One day, I wish to utilize my men as you have today. The Apothecarion has been notified. You will fight with us again."

With that the section leader let a tear wipe a channel of filth away from his face. His hell was to continue. The Angels had judged him unworthy of glorious death- these Death Guard would not quit him.

Anyway, I know it's not one of the armies you're after, but who knows? Maybe you have a second Legion somewhere in you laugh.png!

Mehman! Allow me to shake your hand! Very good write up. I did a similar one a while back when discussing Phosphex DG lists wirh frater Charlo. When Eldar Xenos scream in agony as the liquid green fire is burning them alive. Gives me a warm feeling, like Christman :D

I've gone raven guard also but am using silver instead of white as my veteran colour. White especially when i do it just looks to bright on a black model. Like the purple spot colour idea. Mine is dark red on sashes or maybe even claws

Look at Bladewolfs method of painting white. Might be what you're looking for. Hes got an Imperial Fist thread here in the subforum.

I'm word bearers mainly because of the exceptional models - I just adore them and the aesthetic suits me down to the ground.

 

However, I also like Alpha Legion because even if you loose you can act like you planned it and can imply that you're kicking your opponent in the nuts on some other battlefield :)

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