++March of the Legions: VIII Completions++

[Brother-Chaplain Kage]

March of the Legions

Month 13 Completions: The VIII Legion

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[Soldier of Dorn]

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‘We are called Terrorborn. Do you understand why? It was because when my esteemed father took control of his Legion, he found that there were some whose sins were far too great to leave unpunished, to let influence their brother’s actions, but still had their use. So were we born. Now, you know our Legion’s reputation. You know what the VIII is capable of. Imagine what the worst of us are capable of. And yet, we do not bear the mark of the Red Hands, not a single one, for the Red marks out a stay of execution, and death means nothing to us, for we are death incarnate, bound to the will of the Dark King. We are the breath that warms your neck, in the darkness of night. We are Terrorborn, and by this blade, and the blades of my brothers, this I swear: we have come for you.’

- Shaa Tevar, First Blade, Terminator Cadre ‘The Severing’

52^nd Company, designated ‘Terrorborn’

VIII Legion Astartes

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[Brother-Chaplain Kage]

I have no idea how I completely forgot to post this last month.

Let's see those completions!

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[Aeternus]

 

'Mortals, you have chosen your path, and now you must follow it to its bitter end'

 

Morisa'ta was one of the 101st companies cadre of commanders, regarded by many as the company champion - a title he neither welcomed, nor wanted. One of the early recruits from Nostramo, when the Haunter's legacy was still remembered, he stood apart from his Terran brothers in the company. As opposed to his brother centurions who each had their preferred bodyguards, either the multitude of terror squads, or the Atramentar brethren, Morisa'ta chose to walk alone. He excelled in ship to ship boarding actions, or perimeter breaching. Here his murderous skills could be put to use in the tight corridors and claustrophobic spaces, his artificer chainglaive whirling in a deadly dance of adamantium teeth as  his ancient ceramite half shield covered his weaknesses. Overtime he grew even further apart from his legion, especially after the Istvaan atrocities. Eventually, after one boarding action alongside the XVII legion against the Blood Angels when daemonic allies were brought forth, contact was broken. His company proceeded to withdraw as evidence of the XVII forces corruption showed, and after numerous vox-inquires went unanswered, left Morisa'ta to his own path...

 

He stood grunting, the chipped teeth of his glaive spluttering as they ground to a stop, shards of ceramite and bone still stuck between them. One last look at the fallen angel, one of their veterans, confirmed the kill. With half his skull missing, the viscera spilling to the floor, and a rictus look of horror on his face. "Not so beautiful now" Morisa'ta hissed out through a clenched jaw. He could feel his artisan wrought armour split open in several places, a victim of the custom bolter shells that had been spat by the angel's bolter in the moments before his death. He turned, about to move further toward the command deck when a high pitched giggle interrupted his movements. Turning back towards the corpse he noticed a slim, slender wraith of a figure gliding towards him down the dimly lit access corridor. Opal blue eyes set upon a too perfect face, framed by a mass of off white hair. The torso, altogether too thin for a human, yet looking like the most beautiful woman he had set his black eyes upon. One swaying arm ending in a vicious barbed claw, the other gripping a silver knife. Daemon. 

 

"For one so keen to inflict fear upon other humans...you reek of it." 

 

The words came out in perfect cadance, uttered by a forked tongue.

Pressing the activation stud on his glaive, and raising his shield upon his left arm, he prepared for combat once more. 

 

"I will rip your body to shreds, filthy concubine of the warp. This I promise you. You will not find the sons of Nostramo as weak as the bearers of the word", he growled through his winged helmet's speakers, a low growl to contrast the Daemon's pitch. He moved into a run at the same time as the daemon leapt from the deck, and their weapons met in sparks, gene-forged murderer against a predator of unknowable age.

 

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[Xin Ceithan]

During the initial engagements at Isstvan, the 21th Company of the VIIIth Legion held back the bulk of it's infantry, mainly deploying boarding parties in support of it's company main naval assets, centered around the strike cruiser "Asphyxia's Call." Early support of the on planet forces consisted mainly of then plentiful aerospace units which were first used to help establish air superiority and would then go on to on to hunt down surviving loyalist forces trying to escape from the surface. Only at this later stage of what would become known as the Drop Site Massacre would the 21st commit it' s primary infantry forces. consisting mostly of Raptor formations and a surplus of designated " Terror Squads", who would stalk the black sands of Isstvan for loyalist survivors.

Due to the massive amount of dust and debris thrown up in the initial engagements as well as atmospheric conditions after multi legion orbital landings, conditions at ground level were basically low visibility and akin to night fighting, further playing into the strengths of the VIII Legion forces. The pict capture, taken under low light augmented auto sense conditions, has been ascribed to Legionary Ezra Munqh, 21st Co., VIIIth Legion. Nicknamed "the Confessor", he was known to kneel down and listen in to the dying breaths of his victims, often adding the hands and fingers of the slain to his armour as a representation of the failing interest of the universe in such pleas. Munqh would rise to squad leadership in later days and is recorded as having been fatally wounded in the Thramas campaign. There are reports of his signature behavior being displayed by a Contemptor class dreadnought shell during the Siege, but these are unconfirmed.