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Name: Sarsanelesa Kervalus, Primarch of the IV
Legion: IV Stone Wolves
Psyker Grade: Alpha
Concept: Terraforming, Claiming worlds for the Imperium to make them fit for humanity, and saving worlds threatening to be lost to the Imperium via natural disaster or other cataclysmic problems, and to root out enemies of the Imperium that might be causing them if it is not a natural cataclysm.
Homeworld: Ealos Vershaa was a world in cataclysm, its people clinging to the barest tendrils of life on their finite home. Their largest bastion, the city of Vana’tul was on a ticking clock as the Mountain of Spears became more and more volatile. The inhabiatns afraid and fearing to their desperate bid to survive when a savior arrived from somewhere far off.
Skills/Abilities:
(Earth) The very ground she stands on becomes like an extension of herself. With just a single thought she can make the ground mold like clay, suffocating and engulfing her foe in a prison of stone, crushing them. Or she can heat up that same ground to the point of melting, creating lava flows, where no volcanoes rest, and turning swaths of land into bubbling pools of molten rock. This manipulation extends to her own body. She can cause her skin, her armor, everything to become stone on her whim. Making her already nigh impervious form become even tougher to destroy. The stone flesh is uncomfortable, but strong. And she can transition between stone and flesh seemingly at will to deflect incoming attacks.
(Governance) She has a skilled eye for justice, and arbitrates the crimes of criminals and those alike. Building up justice on a world so desperate they had forgotten what justice is. Restrained by her sense of compassion and mercy, but the compassion of Sarsanelesa had its limits.
(Empathetic) Perhaps her most dangerous ability is her empathy. She can take the pain of others into herself, ease the suffering of victims, and make lighter the burdens of those who are not as able to conquer it as her.
Legion Sheet
Legion Name: IV Stone Wolves
Commander: Khora Vayne, Commander of the IV
Second: Gideon Okail, Second in command of the IV
Associated Primach: Sarsanelesa Kervalus
Concept: Chosen for their loyalty, and their skill. The Stone Wolves are women who embody the will to fight for the Emperor to the last. And trained intensely to root out threats to Terra, be they cults, dissent or or any other manner of things that could harm the Imperium.
Legion: IV Stone Wolves
Psyker Grade: Alpha
Concept: Terraforming, Claiming worlds for the Imperium to make them fit for humanity, and saving worlds threatening to be lost to the Imperium via natural disaster or other cataclysmic problems, and to root out enemies of the Imperium that might be causing them if it is not a natural cataclysm.
Homeworld: Ealos Vershaa was a world in cataclysm, its people clinging to the barest tendrils of life on their finite home. Their largest bastion, the city of Vana’tul was on a ticking clock as the Mountain of Spears became more and more volatile. The inhabiatns afraid and fearing to their desperate bid to survive when a savior arrived from somewhere far off.
Skills/Abilities:
(Earth) The very ground she stands on becomes like an extension of herself. With just a single thought she can make the ground mold like clay, suffocating and engulfing her foe in a prison of stone, crushing them. Or she can heat up that same ground to the point of melting, creating lava flows, where no volcanoes rest, and turning swaths of land into bubbling pools of molten rock. This manipulation extends to her own body. She can cause her skin, her armor, everything to become stone on her whim. Making her already nigh impervious form become even tougher to destroy. The stone flesh is uncomfortable, but strong. And she can transition between stone and flesh seemingly at will to deflect incoming attacks.
(Governance) She has a skilled eye for justice, and arbitrates the crimes of criminals and those alike. Building up justice on a world so desperate they had forgotten what justice is. Restrained by her sense of compassion and mercy, but the compassion of Sarsanelesa had its limits.
(Empathetic) Perhaps her most dangerous ability is her empathy. She can take the pain of others into herself, ease the suffering of victims, and make lighter the burdens of those who are not as able to conquer it as her.
Legion Sheet
Legion Name: IV Stone Wolves
Commander: Khora Vayne, Commander of the IV
Second: Gideon Okail, Second in command of the IV
Associated Primach: Sarsanelesa Kervalus
Concept: Chosen for their loyalty, and their skill. The Stone Wolves are women who embody the will to fight for the Emperor to the last. And trained intensely to root out threats to Terra, be they cults, dissent or or any other manner of things that could harm the Imperium.
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Z A P H A R I E L I B N V A R R A N I S
Z A P H A R I E L I B N V A R R A N I S
Z A P H A R I E L I B N V A R R A N I S
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“You’ve done well, my friends. You are all born of Pandjoras. Serpent vitae is your blood. Black sand is your air. Gravitic stone is your skin. The dusken sky is your mind. You have survived a thousand and one perils. It only furthers my pride to see you persevere against anomalous odds. Glory unto you, my duskborn, and glory unto Pandjoras!” "
 A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________  The Thirteenth Son is an ancient, Terran replica of the Master of Mankind, as beautiful and dazzling as the hero-king was rumored to be. Tanned skin kisses dusk air. Orange eyes with serpentine slits leer out from beneath a mess of long, black hair. Thin lines of dark, artificial pigment coat the edge of his eyes, drawing other’s gaze to his most prominent feature. A thin, groomed beard compliments a pair of lips eternally pulled into a coy, toothy grin. A long and thin, masculine face disarms his opponents with sheer charisma In comparison to his siblings, Zaphariel stands at nine feet and seven inches, yet despite his height, his body is a killing machine fashioned from the dark world of Pandjoras. When lounging and entertaining the lords of farflung worlds, the Malik of Pandjoras wears an exquisite, void-hued robe fashioned from elder serpent silk and embroidered with his prophecy in ocher colors. A midnight cloak hung from his shoulders, cascading down his body past regal gloves with talon-tipped rings and imperial balgha with metallic tips. A marigold laurel compliments an eight-horned crown split in evenly by thirteen, eye-shaped gems topped by a dusken halo lifted by a miniature gravity engine within the jewelry. When the call of battle brings him to the field, the dusken deity embraces the artificer warplate gifted to him from the forges of Mars. A perfected union of serpentscale robe, reinforced ceramite, and Pandjoran graviton technology clings to his form. A plethora of eyes similar to his own decorate his warplate, while a greater descending sun rises from his back in the form of an enhanced refractor field generator. Thin tubes run across the entirety of his armor, feeding vital graviton particles to be used in several applications. His gauntlets end in clawed tips with extraordinarily thin nuzzles at their end, capable of slashing graviton into his enemies. As he steps into combat, he wields Azrael - the vaunted archeotech blade of his adopted father - and in the other he prepares energies from the Empyrean. D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Legion Name: Bronze Scorpions / Dusk Wardens Homeworld: Pandjoras of the Illuminated Star Sultanate Psyker Grade: Beta | C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Background: The Unifier. Born to be the Emperor’s Voice incarnate, supplanted with the charisma and guile known to His name. He bears a level of unnatural cunning and persuasion that mirrors His feats across the annals of history. At the genetic level, the Thirteenth Primarch was built to sway the hearts of the many for Him and march across the galaxy to reclaim their birthright. The Emperor failed to account for what such a man is capable of, free of His grasp. For forty years, the Thirteenth Primarch has ruled as the Malik of Pandjoras. Discovered by the Caliphate House of Varranis, Zaphariel was raised by the Old Man of the Mountain to be a hassan - an assassin of the dusk planet - of unparalleled strength and intelligence. He proved his worth when he conquered the black sands and claimed the void wyrm, Falak, as his own. From then on, he led a global unification to tie the disparate houses to his own. Ultimately, he succeeded in doing so and allowed the wild tribes of the deserts to wander under his rule. He elevated the Pandjoran people into the Illuminated Star Sultanate and raced across the stars to reclaim their ancient heritage. His story as the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion starts during the celebrations of the three-hundredth world added to the Sultanate… Skills: The King of the Void: Raised beneath the impossible gravity and anomalous physics of Pandjoras, the Malik of Pandjoras possesses an innate mastery over movement. His body moves with uncanny buoyancy, allowing him to fight as though untouched by gravity itself. Whether amidst crushing gravitational fields or the vacuum of the void, he glides like a wraith between blows, his impossible agility making him an elusive and unpredictable duellist. This unnatural lightness comes at a cost. Unlike his more resilient siblings, Zaphariel is unable to resist extremely sturdy attacks that would otherwise not phase a Primarch. The Voice That Shapes Reality: Zaphariel's greatest weapon has never been his blade, but his words. Gifted with extraordinary charisma and a subconscious grasp of the primordial language of creation, his voice possesses an unsettling authority capable of bending minds and, in rare moments, reality itself. Whether through calculated rhetoric, irresistible command, or fragments of the forgotten tongue, he can compel obedience with little more than a whispered sentence. The Sultan of Ser’ath: Ser’ath - or Ordo Serpentis Pandjoras in High Gothic - is a form of furusiyya that the Malik of Pandjoras cultivated through all of his experiences on the dusken planet. A martial philosophy composed of the Old Man’s lessons, the arts of the black sand deserts, and the very endemic life that haunts the world. He strikes with the speed of a void serpents snap. He dances effortlessly on a thousand and one grains. Little did he know that he had created a variation of the martial ka’tah with thirteen different fighting styles. The Grandmaster of Assassins: A title, a duty, and a skill. Everything that makes up the Lessons of the Hassan is distilled into the essence of Zaphariel ibn Varranis. The Grandmaster of Assassins was formerly used by Muahad - the Old Man of the Mountain - and later succeeded by the Malik of Pandjoras when he had nothing left to teach. It is the thirteen lessons that guide the dusken deity to become one with the shadows, to use everything and anything as a weapon, and to kill anything that is unkillable. He is the perfect culmination of the hassan and the ultimate end goal of a thousand-year prophecy. There are no gods on Pandjoras. They were slain by the Old Man of the Mountain. The Master of the Living Form: As if born from the maw of the Empyrean, Zaphariel is a masterful and natural talent with biomancy. It is purely the perfection of the body and utilizing the energies within that retains this discipline as his sole, psionic focus. Every other potential of the Sea of Souls is abandoned for this one exception. He awakens the full potential of his Primarch physiology through biomancy, rewriting and enhancing Titles: Zaphariel ibn Varranis, Malik of the Illuminated Pandjoras Star Sultanate, The Star Sultan, Sheikh of the Star Serpent, Unifier of the Thirteen Houses, Child of the Hassan, Star Emir of the Dusk Sands, Master of the Suma'tah, Grand Faris of the Thirty Palaces, Grandmaster of the Assassins, Emissary of Falak, Nazim of the Seventy Sectors, Padishah of the Umbral Armada, Conciliator of the Three Hundred Worlds, The Arbitrator, Caliph of Neu Amalut, The Steel Companion, Grand Rival of the Dawn, The Last Light Before Nightfall, The First Shadow After Noon, Sovereign of the Thirteenth Horizon, He Who Keeps the Covenant of Dusk, Bearer of the Thousand-and-One Secrets, Guardian of the Black Sands Eternal, The Serpent Enthroned Beneath the Evening Sky, Lord of the Veiled Constellations, Keeper of the Dusk Throne, Master of the Thirteen Veils, The Twilight Incarnate, Warden of the Silent Horizons, Prince of the Dimming Firmament, The Veil Between Day and Night, The Evening Star Crowned in Iron, Voice of the Forgotten Dusk, The One Before Whom the Sunset Bows, Architect of the Endless Evening, Sovereign of the Gloaming Dominion, The Horizon's Final Judgment, Master of the Black Horizon, Keeper of the Dusk Lantern, Lord of the Last Ember of Day, He Who Walks Where Day Dies, The Silent Majesty of Twilight, Companion of the Endless Dusk, The Candle That Outshines the Dawn, The Dusk-Crowned, The Twilight Ascendant, The Ever-Returning Evening, The Shadow Between Suns, Bearer of the Gloaming Mantle, The Hidden King Beneath the Violet Sky, The Last Sultan Before Midnight, Master of the Sunset Gates, The Evening Emperor, The Undying Dusk, The Long Shadow Cast Across the Galaxy, He Who Measures Empires by Their Twilight, The Patience of the Setting Sun, The Serpent Upon the Celestial Dunes, The Serpent Whose Coils Bind the Horizon, He Whose Crown is Wrought from the Last Rays of Day, The Whisper Behind Every Eclipse, The Dusk Made Flesh, The Sultan of the Black Zenith, The One Who Waits Beyond the Horizon, The Unbroken Twilight, The Immutable Evening, Lord of the Star-Woven Dunes, The Gilded Shadow, Master of the Obsidian Caravan, The Pilgrim of the Last Light, The Flame That Refuses the Dawn, The Serpent Whose Name is Written Among the Stars, He Who Counts the Thousand-and-One Grains of Black Sand, The Keeper of the Thousand-and-First Grain, The Veiled King of Endless Dusk, The Sultan Beneath the Silent Stars, The One Who Remembers the First Sunset, The One Who Shall Witness the Last, The Dream Upon Which Pandjoras Was Built, The Shadow Cast by Eternity, The Evening's Most Faithful Son, The Immovable Pillar Between Light and Darkness, The One Before Whom Serpents Lower Their Heads, The Crown of the Dusk Sands, The Lantern of Neu Amalut, The Thirteenth Star Above the Black Desert, The Last Word of Kings, The First Silence After Victory, The Keeper of the Star Serpent's Covenant, The Heir to the Endless Evening, The Lord Whose Shadow Covers Empires, The Master of the Thousand-and-One Horizons, The Sultan Whom Even Night Greets as Brother The Thousand-And-First Grain And Many More... — |
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B R O N Z E S C O R P I O N S
B R O N Z E S C O R P I O N S
"Gloria Scorpii! Blood of the Sand!"
 D E S C R I P T I O N _________________________________________________________  _________________________________________________________ The Bronze Scorpions. The Thirteenth Legion. Assassin-dreamers of the Thirteenth Primarch. Clad in bronze and black, these insects of the Emperor march across the galaxy with chains, trinkets, and trophies of their slain. Effigies of their insectile namesake decorate their warplate from pauldron to breastplate to helmet. Their minds forever changed by the dusken dreams they suffer. D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Allegiance: Thirteenth Primarch. Master of Mankind. The Imperium. Status: Ten-Thousand Strong. Crusadebound. Location: Sol & Beyond | C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ History & Background: The Thirteenth Legion was born in the blasted sands of the Achaemenid Empire, drawn from the steppes and the badlands that surrounded it. From these dredges were born the Emperor’s most staunch, devious, and clever Astartes in His name. It was these Space Marines that tore down the walls of Abyssna. A thousand of their number butchered the exalted priesthood of Indoi. Two-thousand of their name bled in the Pan-Pacific Empire. Five-thousand Scorpions ushered into the stars and saw the downfall of the Saturnyne Ordo’s separatists with their moonbound xenos allies. Ten thousand more spread out into the northwestern fringes of space. Originally, the Thirteenth Legion were vitae-soaked warriors drenched in the corpse fluid of their enemies. Swift, terrorizing warfare with an emphasis on psychologically-charged brutality was their means of serving the Emperor. There were no means to which they wouldn’t descend to accomplish His objectives. This hubris led to their censer in the Pan-Pacific Empire, where their number murdered untold numbers of allies on Macroway 88. Their legion master, Zaid ibn N’dar, was shorn of his right hand and replaced with a crimson, augmented gauntlet. His legion followed it as a tradition for warriors that disrespected their creed, coating their fists in crimson or dismembering themselves in repentance. Despite their sanctioning, the Thirteenth remained stalwart allies to the Imperium and particularly to the Nineteenth and the Fifteenth Legion. They fought with the Sirens in Abyssna and continued to learn the psionic trade through them. They fought with the Nineteenth on Saturn, where they learned the power of an immovable force. Their experiences with sanctioning and their battles with their closely-tied legions saw their tactics rapidly change from the Unification Wars. As the dreams of unknown worlds filter through their geneseed, the Thirteen Legion began to experience a metamorphosis. Entire psyker detachments were born, witch-minds with knowledge inherited from the Fifteenth and approved by the Sigilite. Zone Mortalis veterans became the bulwark of hunter-killer squads, specifically built by the Legion Master, inspired by the monster slayers of the Nineteenth. The Legion greatly adhered to Principia Belicosa, redistributing their great numbers into chapters, battalions, and companies. The days of clades had passed. These Astartes retain their brutal, terror actions when applicable, but it no longer remains their modus operati. Now they hunt as Scorpions proper, professional murders and proficient killers to an unnatural degree. Yet despite all of their efforts, the Thirteenth Legion still suffered from internal mutation. Their geneseed benefitted greatly from a higher rate of acceptance, yet the cost of such a boon was the twisting of their augmentations. High mutability, high adaptability, and high acceptance rate pave the way for the degradation of the Black Carapace and fusing of the Omophagea and Sus-an Membrane. The first years of an aspirant’s implant of the Black Carapace see the augment rapidly degrade, exchanging durability for deftness. The odd fusion of the Omophagea and Sus-an Membrane into a single organism plagues the Scorpions with heightened use of both augments and strange dreams of their genefather’s memory. Goals & Objectives: Expand the sphere of the Imperium’s influence across the galaxy. Notable Members / Associates: Legion Master Zaid ibn N’dar: The master of the legion and first of the Thirteenth Legion. He who bore the geneseed of their genefather first amongst countless others and survived the process. Once a man in service to the Master of the Line. Now an Angel of Death leading one of His legions across the galaxy. He who saw the downfall of Abyssna, Nabatae, Indoi and the Pan-Pacific Empire. He who was torn of his right hand for disservice to the Emperor. Zaid has been forever shaped by his time on Terra and the waking dreams that haunt him. He continues to lead the Legion through the approval of the Captain-General and mercy of the Emperor with the Spear of Abbaba. He will not forget this kindness. Not now. Not ever. He has found lifelong friends in the form of Legion Mistress Pantea of the Fifteenth and Legion Master Arturas  Legion Praetor Zameel al-Beshara of the First Chapter: The First Praetor of the First Chapter, born in the steppes of Achaemenid badlands and raised to be a warrior unparalleled in the blade. A diamond in the rough and a champion of the Thirteenth Legion, Zameel is swordmaster nurtured from his countless skirmishes on Terra and time spent alongside the likes of the Custodes, namely Aristagoras. The Saturn conflict saw his abilities shine in the dark passages of the moons and separatist voidships, slaughtering enemy champions with practised ease. It is unlikely that the Praetor has manifested any psionic ability, but the argument is brought up frequently when his movements are compared to their shared, dark dreams. Zameel has found many likeminded individuals in the Nineteenth Legion, despite his humorous nature.  Legion Praetor Raamiz Ismail of the Second Chapter: The Second Praetor of the Second Chapter. Master of the Empyrean. Raamiz Ismail was once a noble son to the ruling caste of the Achaemenid Empire and twin to their daughter, Pantea. That son has long since perished in the fires of the Unification Wars, born anew as the talented witch-mind that saw the fall of Hongol's Meridian Gate. This Scorpion suffers the most intense, deep dreams plagued by their Legion. Whether it is due to his nature as a psyker or if it is earnest obsession, it cannot be said for none know save for the genefather in his dreams. Raamiz fights at the front of a large scale detachment of witch-minds like him, armed with the knowledge that the Fifteenth Legion primed them with in the Unification. Hundreds of skirmishes were led to victory through their combined might. Their actions on Saturn saw an overwhelming victory across several moons, where his psionic might proved extraordinarily effective against the xenos monsters that plagued those astral bodies. Raamiz has found himself fond of the Nineteenth Legion for their teachings, though oddly repulsed by their Legion Mistress.  Legion Praetor Alim ibn Sharif of the Third Chapter: The Third Praetor of the Third Chapter. Forgemaster of the Thirteenth Legion. A child born to a great smithing cabal in the steppes of the Achaemenid Empire, Alim readily left his tribe to be reborn as an Angel of Death. He was forged in the fires of the Unification Wars. His mastery of the crafted arts smithed from the fallen city of Nabatae. The Forgemaster had always been a warrior-craftsmen and a deadly duelist, leading his brothers to victory in the Himalazians against the Scourge of the Xeric. He truly found himself after surviving a thermonuclear blast in Ouran, forever changing himself into a part-mechanical monstrosity reshaped in auramite. Some would balk at such a disgrace. Alim found the certain of steel alluring. Before the Legion left for Saturn, Alim was granted approval to apprentice on Mars after the Treaty of Olympus Mons. It was in the halls of the Machine Cult that the Scorpion earned his carapace. In the Rings of Saturn, Alim proved his worth and new appreciation for the Machine Cult against the separatists. Through him, the Legion began their deeper cooperation with the Mechanicum.  — |
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Name:
Archmagos Prime Rik Uixien.
Alternative Titles:
Myrmidax Rik Uixien.
Avatar of Destruction.
Primarch of the Eighth.
The Lightbringer.
Legion:
VIII.
Homeworld:
Pentious was not the planned final stop for Explorator Fleet XXXIV.
By all accounts the planet shouldn't have existed at all! The system it was found in actually had some surviving records from prior to the age of strife and there simply hadn't been enough raw material for a new planet to form, let alone develop in the time frame from the start of the Age of Strife to the arrival of the Explorator fleet from Mars... and yet Pentious was there. It had only recently formed its first oceans and hadn't even developed the basic building blocks of life yet, let alone a breathable atmosphere... but while it was largely barren apart from its volcanic activity and its newly developed bodies of water, it was loaded with mineral wealth.
Despite their misgivings about a world that had somehow gone through the process of hundreds of millions of years required to not only form but actually develop into a somewhat stable world in a matter of mere millennia at best, they didn't really have a whole lot of options due to the damage they had endured during transit in the warp and Pentious was almost picture perfect to convert into a Forgeworld of their own.
So they landed. Mining began for raw materials, settlements and forges were built that were air tight in order to protect from the 'air' outside and early terraforming was started with the intention of changing that fact: While Pentious was planned from the get go to become a Forgeworld and thus become highly polluted by industry, it was felt that developing the atmosphere to at least be somewhat breathable to humans would make living on the world somewhat easier in the short to mid term, as well as make growing human edible foods somewhat easier.
Unfortunately, Pentious would not be uncontested for long. Roks under the command of the orkish Warboss Kracker'Laker appeared in system almost a century after the followers of the Machine Cult had arrived and started to put down the foundation of their world. Seeing the chance for battle, plunder and a world rich with metal to help fuel his Waargh!, Warboss Kracker'Laker turned his Roks towards the planet and impacted with much fire and blood.
The defenders of the young Forgeworld were not unprepared for attack or invasion: While the Warboss was the first outside contact since planetfall, it had long been accepted as inevitable that something would turn up in order to try and either wipe them out or enslave them. They had even detected the invading Greenskins coming once they entered the system and were able to prepare. However, over the span of decades war raged between the brave defenders of the Machine Cult and the invading Orkish tide... and despite the technology that the former had access to, attrition favors the greenskin. Strongholds and lesser forges fell in battles that raged for years, until at last only the original forge built around the ships that had been forced to land on the planet remained.
The defenders knew they were doomed, but in a stoic, grim resolve that only those who embraced the illogical human desire to fight on despite logically being no chance at victory they planned to fight until the bitter end. That end looked certain as Warboss Kracker'Laker took to the field to lead the final assault personally.
But then, the Omnissiah intervened.
Psyker Grade:
Delta
Skills/Abilities:
Archmagos Prime:
Rik is a dedicated student of the Machine Cult and its teachings... to the point where he has risen to one of the highest ranks that the Mechanicum can offer. To reach the rank of Archmagos Prime is not an easy thing to do as it requires an understanding of technology and its secrets that few have the ability to comprehend, the ability to handle oneself in the political arena of ones Forgeworld and the military know-how to lead armies into battle, if not engage in combat oneself in one form or another.
Myrmidax:
While Rik has studied the ideals of different cults within the Mechanicum, it was the sub-cult of Myrmidon that captured his heart and mind. Embracing its ideals and beliefs to the point of becoming a Myrmidax, Rik is a weaponsmith of legendary ability. If it needs to inflict pain and death, no matter how difficult the task or how hard it is to make said target suffer pain and death, Rik can create it... and make full bloody use of it himself.
Pyromancer (Psyker):
Almost unsurprising, Rik's psyker abilities seem to naturally gravitate towards that of Pyromancy. Like any other weapon in his arsenal, Rik often makes use of it in order to invoke utter destruction on his foes. An interesting twist is his ability to infuse his flames with different kinds of radiation; While most enemies that Rik reduces to cinders might not have to worry about rad poisoning for long, destroying his target all the way down to the genetic level always seems to give Rik the best insight into the mysteries of the Omnissiah.
Appearance:
It is... difficult to describe Rik in a way that does him justice. At least not once he was fully grown and the full extent of his fusion with machinery began. To those who follow the teachings of the Omnissiah, to gaze upon the massive form of Primarch Uixien is to see the ideal fusion of machine and flesh in all its beautiful, powerful glory. The form itself changes on a semi-regular basis as machinery is swapped in and out in order to best deal with different situations, but the human skin that can be seen is a healthy looking Caucasian, his bewitching emerald eyes flickering with the sparks of psychic might that stirred up on occasion. His hair is... no longer there, but before he embraced the machine it was a lovely black color.
While all pieces of tech that makes up Rik's body can be changed around and different weapons equipped, two things remain consistant for the Primarch. The first is a rad furnace that is literally built itself his body, alongside the required shielding technologies to ensure that it doesn't affect the Primarch himself when he activates it in battle. The second is a pair of matching paragon blades that Rik personally wields into battle.
Concept:
The Emperor's Problem Solver. While it is true that the Imperium is unafraid to spend lives, resources and time to achieve its goals, it would rather keep those costs down where possible. The 8th Primarch was designed with being sent to the most challenging, costly and time consuming campaigns and making them less of a burden on the Crusade in whatever manner possible.
Name:
Archmagos Prime Rik Uixien.
Alternative Titles:
Myrmidax Rik Uixien.
Avatar of Destruction.
Primarch of the Eighth.
The Lightbringer.
Legion:
VIII.
Homeworld:
Pentious was not the planned final stop for Explorator Fleet XXXIV.
By all accounts the planet shouldn't have existed at all! The system it was found in actually had some surviving records from prior to the age of strife and there simply hadn't been enough raw material for a new planet to form, let alone develop in the time frame from the start of the Age of Strife to the arrival of the Explorator fleet from Mars... and yet Pentious was there. It had only recently formed its first oceans and hadn't even developed the basic building blocks of life yet, let alone a breathable atmosphere... but while it was largely barren apart from its volcanic activity and its newly developed bodies of water, it was loaded with mineral wealth.
Despite their misgivings about a world that had somehow gone through the process of hundreds of millions of years required to not only form but actually develop into a somewhat stable world in a matter of mere millennia at best, they didn't really have a whole lot of options due to the damage they had endured during transit in the warp and Pentious was almost picture perfect to convert into a Forgeworld of their own.
So they landed. Mining began for raw materials, settlements and forges were built that were air tight in order to protect from the 'air' outside and early terraforming was started with the intention of changing that fact: While Pentious was planned from the get go to become a Forgeworld and thus become highly polluted by industry, it was felt that developing the atmosphere to at least be somewhat breathable to humans would make living on the world somewhat easier in the short to mid term, as well as make growing human edible foods somewhat easier.
Unfortunately, Pentious would not be uncontested for long. Roks under the command of the orkish Warboss Kracker'Laker appeared in system almost a century after the followers of the Machine Cult had arrived and started to put down the foundation of their world. Seeing the chance for battle, plunder and a world rich with metal to help fuel his Waargh!, Warboss Kracker'Laker turned his Roks towards the planet and impacted with much fire and blood.
The defenders of the young Forgeworld were not unprepared for attack or invasion: While the Warboss was the first outside contact since planetfall, it had long been accepted as inevitable that something would turn up in order to try and either wipe them out or enslave them. They had even detected the invading Greenskins coming once they entered the system and were able to prepare. However, over the span of decades war raged between the brave defenders of the Machine Cult and the invading Orkish tide... and despite the technology that the former had access to, attrition favors the greenskin. Strongholds and lesser forges fell in battles that raged for years, until at last only the original forge built around the ships that had been forced to land on the planet remained.
The defenders knew they were doomed, but in a stoic, grim resolve that only those who embraced the illogical human desire to fight on despite logically being no chance at victory they planned to fight until the bitter end. That end looked certain as Warboss Kracker'Laker took to the field to lead the final assault personally.
But then, the Omnissiah intervened.
Psyker Grade:
Delta
Skills/Abilities:
Archmagos Prime:
Rik is a dedicated student of the Machine Cult and its teachings... to the point where he has risen to one of the highest ranks that the Mechanicum can offer. To reach the rank of Archmagos Prime is not an easy thing to do as it requires an understanding of technology and its secrets that few have the ability to comprehend, the ability to handle oneself in the political arena of ones Forgeworld and the military know-how to lead armies into battle, if not engage in combat oneself in one form or another.
Myrmidax:
While Rik has studied the ideals of different cults within the Mechanicum, it was the sub-cult of Myrmidon that captured his heart and mind. Embracing its ideals and beliefs to the point of becoming a Myrmidax, Rik is a weaponsmith of legendary ability. If it needs to inflict pain and death, no matter how difficult the task or how hard it is to make said target suffer pain and death, Rik can create it... and make full bloody use of it himself.
Pyromancer (Psyker):
Almost unsurprising, Rik's psyker abilities seem to naturally gravitate towards that of Pyromancy. Like any other weapon in his arsenal, Rik often makes use of it in order to invoke utter destruction on his foes. An interesting twist is his ability to infuse his flames with different kinds of radiation; While most enemies that Rik reduces to cinders might not have to worry about rad poisoning for long, destroying his target all the way down to the genetic level always seems to give Rik the best insight into the mysteries of the Omnissiah.
Appearance:
It is... difficult to describe Rik in a way that does him justice. At least not once he was fully grown and the full extent of his fusion with machinery began. To those who follow the teachings of the Omnissiah, to gaze upon the massive form of Primarch Uixien is to see the ideal fusion of machine and flesh in all its beautiful, powerful glory. The form itself changes on a semi-regular basis as machinery is swapped in and out in order to best deal with different situations, but the human skin that can be seen is a healthy looking Caucasian, his bewitching emerald eyes flickering with the sparks of psychic might that stirred up on occasion. His hair is... no longer there, but before he embraced the machine it was a lovely black color.
While all pieces of tech that makes up Rik's body can be changed around and different weapons equipped, two things remain consistant for the Primarch. The first is a rad furnace that is literally built itself his body, alongside the required shielding technologies to ensure that it doesn't affect the Primarch himself when he activates it in battle. The second is a pair of matching paragon blades that Rik personally wields into battle.
Concept:
The Emperor's Problem Solver. While it is true that the Imperium is unafraid to spend lives, resources and time to achieve its goals, it would rather keep those costs down where possible. The 8th Primarch was designed with being sent to the most challenging, costly and time consuming campaigns and making them less of a burden on the Crusade in whatever manner possible.
Legion Name:
The Lightbringers
The Eighth Legion
The Alchemists
Associated Primach:
Rik Uixien
Concept:
Siege Legion who fight smarter, not harder. Experiment with tactics and weaponry in order to best defeat the foe you are fighting in as timely and safely a manner possible.
The Lightbringers
The Eighth Legion
The Alchemists
Associated Primach:
Rik Uixien
Concept:
Siege Legion who fight smarter, not harder. Experiment with tactics and weaponry in order to best defeat the foe you are fighting in as timely and safely a manner possible.
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