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Name:

	Talvyrn Gallogoth

Gender:

	Male

Homeworld:

Talvyrn's homeworld is designated Bravadis of the Railus System, otherwise called the "Ruined System" locally. Such a name originates from the system's sorry state as many of its planets have been destroyed and turned into floating bits of space rock thanks to a few well-placed Warp Storms which dramatically changed some of the orbits of the planets while also dragging in astroids and existing space rock, causing devastating collisions which fractured many planets into the vast number of astroid and planetary debris currently existing within the Ruined System. That is not to say there aren't planet that are untouched, but its dangerous to fly around the system even for experienced pilots.  

Bravadis itself was once a feudal world with countless lords dotting the rolling hills, vast forests, epic mountains and temperate plains with their domains and kingdoms. However, since Talvyrn's rule and its subsequent reintroduction into the Imperium, it has seen its technology advance rapidly advanced to the stage of that of a Civilized World with traces of the start of a Hive World. At one point there was a ring orbiting around it, resulting from the space rock and debris of the Railus System that has managed to become trapped by Bravadis's gravitational pull. Said ring has been collected into an artificial moon called "Faria" which has become home to the fortress monestary of Talyrn's legion, the Warden Aegis.

Appearance:

Standing near 11 feet, Talvyrn, like his brothers and sisters, is a model human perfection in the Emperor's eyes thanks to his geneseed. Chiseled abs, sharp features, fiery amber eyes, a head of short, rugged dark steel hair and a certain noble swagger in his stride, while Talvyrn may not be the most upstanding pinnacle of physical beauty compared to some of his other siblings, he certainly isn't too far behind. Despite his broad build and beige skin, he is not without his flaws.

A result of warp corruption while the ruinous powers where busy dispersing the Primarchs, Talvyrn's arms are covered in a series of geometric lines that almost resemble the lines of a computer chip that glow a faint radioactive green at all times. They once caused a great deal of trouble for the Primarch on Bravadis before he gained power within Bravadian society.

His armor is nearly identical to that of his Astarte soldier, perhaps a sign of his humbler side but it of course unique to him. His armor is a mix of silver, steel grey, lapis blue and regal gold, laminated with a coat of special paint that is not only scratch resist, but also makes his armor sparkle and shimmer ever so slightly in the light as if it was covered in fine diamond dust. Along his arms are a series of lines meant to look like the lines which run across his own arms, now proudly shown after the Emperor had made contact with him. A crown of beautiful laurels sits upon his gentle face when there is no need for a helmet.

By far the most unique part of his armor however is his servo-harness obtained from the Adeptus Mechanicus as mix of his relative closeness to the machine cultists and a bit of strong arming using his name and position of authority. Its four additional limbs grant Talvyrn greater efficiency as he tinkers and toys in his personal workshop but has also become an essential part of his combat style. He is well aware that his skill at arms is probably less than that of his siblings in most cases, making up for it by carrying a multitude of weapons and pieces of equipment on his servo-arms, turning him into a very tricky opponent indeed.

In terms of actual weapons, Talvyrn can carry more than most given his servo-arms. But his main pieces of gear are his two blades and his combat shield. The first blade is a power sword is called Ironpride, fashioned to resemble the great sword of the knights who once served him on Bravadis while his second blade is a shorter "power dagger" carried in his off hand with his shield called Soul Hook, referencing its purpose as a way to "catch" enemy blades between the shield and the dagger, forcing the target open and vulnerable for an attack. His shield, Sentinel Brave, is and upgraded version of traditional Aegis Wards used by his Legion (which are upgraded versions of traditional combat shields in themselves).

Personality:

Talvyrn is the embodiment of the Emperor’s creativity, ingenuity and pragmatism, demonstrated through his myriad creations and endless notes.  His constructs and diagrams rival that of the Adeptus Mechanicus’s, of which the two have a close relation to, no doubt stemming from the Primarch’s inherent technological and engineering abilities. That said, for all the wondrous creations he can think up, Talvyrn favors a simpler approach, not out of laziness, but out of sheer pragmatism.

If Talvyrn’s simpler approach to things sets him a bit apart from his Astartes siblings, then it his humbleness and loyality that really drives the divide. Raised by poor peasants and living amongst the common folk of Bravadis, Talvyrn has a very unique outlook on life compared to many of his brothers and sisters. While one for storytelling, Talvyrn finds little in boasting of personal achievements; that’s not to say he won’t indulge himself with it every so often, but Talvyrn is not one to list his kill count at every opportunity. This goes to the point that he will sometimes gloss over his own role in events in favor of highlighting the actions of other, “unimportant” characters.  As such, he’s gained quite an admirable reputation from both his home system and the average Imperial Army soldier as he’s one of the few people in a position of power that seem to remotely care about their contribution.

It is perhaps because that he shows care and remorse in the smaller cogs of the “Imperial Machine”, that Talvyrn also sees the tremendous worth of them to the point its influenced himself. Talvyrn remarks this might also be his father’s compassion in side of  him although even he regards it as an unfounded claim. While many other Primarch and Space Marines would love to try their hand at obtaining glory in battle on the frontlines, Talvyrn is something of the complete opposite. The Primarch actually prefers a supporting role both ideologically (he sees great value in being an efficient support unit) as well a practically (by reserving his troops from the front, they obviously take less losses in theory).

With relation to the Emperor, Talvyrn venerates his father as not some godly being, but more of a brilliant mentor and father. He takes the Emperor’s message to mean to always think for the Imperium as a whole in way of a machine with each part, no matter how small, to be of importance and use. The Primarch disapproves of most forms of zealotry concerning his father as, like much of what the Emperor says, Talvyrn takes it to heart. Any attempt of turning the Emperor into a god would a direct violation of the Emperor’s orders.

Of course, there is a harsher, serious side to the High Lord Talvyrn. Going in line with his “Imperial Machine” thinking, he has a tendancy of “hardening up” and letting losses from others mount up for what he perceives as “the greater good”. In short, he get really good at seeing things as numbers, and as long as there are plenty of replacement parts of the Imperial Machine to use, then there is no reason why the loss of a few thousand should really concern him in this state.

Skills:

Engineering is by far Talvyrn’s most famous skills; a prolific designer for sure as he has single handily designed almost all of the wargear used by his legion.  His creations are noted for deviating from more conventional designs and patterns, unorthodox but creative nonetheless. Of course, not all of his designs either work or satisfies his standards and are thus met with mixed results. It is also due to this tinkering nature and handy prowess that the Primarch and the Adeputs Mechanicus are on very good terms.

In a similar vein, Talvyrn’s defensive ability has been helped by his engineering ability. His troops remark that even if he were to fortify a small hut, it’d turn into an amazing bunker or that a hole in the ground could suddenly become a very defendable artillery position, complete with small walls for cover.

His martial style and skill is about as equally unique as the nature of his constructs and designs, heavily using his servo-harness as an assist. Acquired through a mixture of cordial meetings and some strong arming through the use of his position, his servo-arms will carry and use weapons, letting he be something of a walking armory. In terms of actual combat style, he has a very defensive stance, only striking out after parries, repoise or blocks. When fighting in a group, he prefers to be a supporting role, firing from afar. However, he does “lead from the front” when commanding Astartes.

In terms of his pysker abilities, Talvyrn is a lower-end Kappa on the Imperial Assignment Scale. The Primarch claims that his technological prowess comes in part from what physic abilities he does possess however. 

While unrelated, Talvyrn has long claimed the title of having the best singing voice of all his siblings amusingly enough.

Biography:

As was the case with all Primarch, Talvyrn was created by the Emperor before being thrown into the warp by the ruinous powers of Chaos. It is clear that the time in the Warp has altered Talvyrn physically through warp corruption; ever since his birth his arms have been host to “tracer” lines; geometric , radioactive green lines that ran up and down his skin, something which would brand him a “mutant” by the time he landed on Bravadis.

Luckily however, the man who found the baby Primarch on the endless plains of Bravadis was not one of superstition. He went by the name of “Lloyd Gallogoth”, a present father to a commoner family of a wife and three other children, and worked as a migrant laborer, going with the seasons to do whatever work was open. They were by no means a wealthy family, but very close, treating the young like their own child even though it was soon clear he was something more than just human.

Naming the Primarch “Talvyrn” after a Bravadian fairytale hero, Lloyd would pass on his views of the world and his thinking to his adopted son. “Always be humble, always be loyal, always be kind and always be thankful” Lloyd would often repeat. It’s said that the years he spent with the Gallogoths would shape his idea and solidify within him the value of support.

As was with all Primarch, Talvyrn grew at great speeds, resembling an 8 year old by the time he was 8 months and already as smart as a teenager. It would be around this point which Talvyrn had to constantly cover his arms as instructed by his father as he was drawing unwanted attention to the family. Loyally wrapping his arms in linen wrap, Talvyrn followed his father’s instructions.

Once the lines had been covered, the Gallogoths were still receiving a great deal of attention, not from the lines on their rapidly aging son’s arms, but their son’s technical abilities. Talvyrn had long tinkered and crafted things for his family to use or sell, tools and trinkets and those sorts of things. But eventually he started to take it on as a sort of profession, adding repair work for others into the mix. Eventually his skills became more and more widely known as people lined up in front of Talvyrn’s tiny stand as fast as he could fix thing, almost magically. It would seem like that through his skill alone, the Gallogoths would be lifted from poverty.

But then, it all changed.

As the family was migrating one day with several other migrant laborers as they had done forwhen Talvyrn was roughly 15 years old and already looking like a man twice his age, a stream of bandits attacked their small convoy

As the family migrating one day with several other migrant family, looking for work which they had done for generations and seasons past memory, they were attacked. Waves upon waves of bandits and looters streamed from forests and caves, unleashing native beasts upon the small convoy. Turns out that there was word of a wealthy noble travelling through the area and the bandits believed the migrant convoy to be the noble’s caravan and had slaughtered them all.

Watching as Llyod and his family, as well as several other familys where cut down as they begged for life, Talvyrn felt the rage growin inside of him. Two loots with pointy sticks attempted to bully the angry primarch into submission, but they were the first of many which Tlavyrn slew with his bare hands that day. The outlaw army that was hundreds strong at the start, was cut down to less than a dozen as the Primarch slaughtered their comrades.

Once the violence was over, Talvyrn walked over to the body of Llyod, his father that he had now known for years. There was no final words to be had, no last breath as the man had since long died, his arms clinging tightly to his mauled wife and children. And then, for the first time ever, Talvyrn felt his eyes water as tears dropped on to the bloodied earth. After letting out a deep, primal roar, the Primarch gently picked up the bodies of not only the Gallogoths, but the other migrant families and laid them each to rest at the side of the road. The gravedigging process took the entire day, the sun a low hanging crimson ball by the time Talvyrn was done, pondering on what to do now.

It would be there that he would meet the wealthy lord which the bandits he just slew hoped to encounter, the Lord Valitz. Spotting the giant primarch on the side of the road, staring at freshly dug grave, the Lord asked the primarch what was wrong. After a long-winded conversation, the Lord offered Talvyrn a spot by his side, seeing worth in his skills as a smith and crafter as faint words of a peasant with remarkable mechanical skills had reached the ears of nobles.

Now in the family of a noble, Talvyrn was provided the best education that could be provided to him as well as the training of his martial and social. His incredible mind was shown as within a year of entering the Lord's court, he had already exhausted all the known teachers, read all the books and learned everything that not only the Lord could offer, but what was known to that of the entire planet. After learning all that he could, Talvyrn set off to invent and tinker to create new constructs and creations for Lord Valitz as if to “repay the debt” he owed to the noble for expanding his views. It shouldn’t be a surprise that because of this the Lord’s power grew immensely as he gained a technological edge over all the others lords.

However, with such power, there were many who wish to see the Lord fall. After months of careful planning and conspiring, hitmen snuck into the estate and planted daggers into each and everyone one of the occupants, each one dying in their sleep under a pool of blood. The plot was going smoothly, until the attacker reached Talvyrn. With his superhuman body, the Primarch was unfazed by the tiny dagger pushed into his chest as he woke up and punched the attacker across the room before meeting the other assassins and the fate of Lord Valtiz and his family. Once more rage consumed him as he turned the assassins into red paste and broken bones.

One the morning sun had risen, Talvyrn immediately took control of the family’s wealth, servants, land and power part by force but also part in a will of tradition that the oldest child would be the heir. Technically there was still a child who was still alive that ranked above the Primarch as he was the blood child, Donovan, of the Lord, but his wounds prevented him from doing anything, thus Donovan transferred all his power to his adopted brother.

With the power of a Lord behind him, Talvyrn immediately raised an army to exact vengeance upon those who stole yet another father from him.  However, the coalition against him was large and those willing to support and upstart like him were few and far between. Thus, Talvyrn turned to those same exact people he originally was part of: the presents.

Through a series of new policies and laws in his realm, Talvyrn gained the support of the common folk and put aside the expect noble greed for the poorer peoples. Taxes where lessened, technology of Tlavyrn’s creation was shared, livelihoods where improved and greater social mobility was allowed. Soon common folk began to come from other lands after hearing about the “Talvyrn Dream”, leaving their old lords for a life anew. And with new people came greater population, and with greater population, came a larger work force and a larger levy for Talvyrn’s personal army.

Armed with his elite unit of knightly retinue and his vast armies of well equipped, loyal peasants, Talvyrn marched on those who had faulted him in the past, his brother Donovan now fit enough to lead alongside the much larger and wiser Talvyrn. And through a mix of clever diplomacy and brilliant victories, Talvyrn’s power great and great, his allies soon out numbering his enemies as he slowly began to bring the entirety of Bravadis under his control, becoming the “High Lord of Bravadis” in less than a decade.

Now with a planet at peace, Talvyrn began to work on improve the overall planet as a whole. Single handily advancing the technology of that of the early medieval ages to that of late renaissance, the High Lord had great plans of advancement and improvement until an Ork Waghh threatened his planet.

Once more donning his armor and blade, he lead the Bravadian army against the greentide, fighting from the front, cutting down Ork after Ork, crushing Grot after Grot under his mighty heels. However, his armies where simply no match for the Ork’s shootas and armored Nobz and Talvyrn was being pushed back by the sheer amount of bullets and green bodies being thrown at him.

And then, from the skies upon great metal drakes as legends would tell, came a giant man in a fully suit of gold, leading an army of heavily armored men in a steel grey, assisted the High Lord in pushing back the green invaders. The Emperor of Mankind had cometh.

Once the last Ork had fallen dead, the Emperor revealed himself to be the true father of the lost Primarch. Overcome with joy and emotion, the High Lord of Bravadis bent his knee before his father and accepted the mantle of Primarch in front of a cheering crowd. Along with his new title, the Emperor granted his son the XIX Legion, which Talvyrn soon named the “Wardens Aegis”. A name taken from the very same fairytale which Lloyd had taken Talvyrn’s name form all those years ago.  A celebration was held that had lasted for 2 days and 2 nights, during which the Emperor educated his son on the galaxy at large. Once the festivals had ended, the masses had watched as their High Lord departed along side his golden father, the Emperor of Mankind, and ascended into the heavens.

Since then, Talvyrn has been busy, not on the front lines of the crusade, but instead in his own quarters and mind. An innumerable number of notes, diagrams, blueprints, and writings are scattered about his personal room and workshop as the Primarch churns out equipment ideas, training regimes, combat strategies and requisition requests to numerous Forge Worlds for his Legion. His home world of Bravadis has also not strayed far from its mind, advancing at an unprecedented technological pace as their Great Lord sent forth orders for roads, factories, cathedrals and other buildings which he learned about from else where and wanted to implement on to Bravadis to improve it, hoping to set it as a "standard" for the rest of the Imperium. The Primarch has also made very well with the Adeptus Mechanicus who he dazzled with his concepts and designs for more specialized variants and versions of more common Astartes equipment.

Now that he has come to an acceptable point (in his mind at least) in time, Talvyrn wishes to honor his father's call to arms and repaying his self perceived debt to him by testing out his creations on the battle field as to try to find ways of improving them as well as fighting his grand crusade. Of course, he isn't exactly seeking glory by charging in the front with his troops, preferring to play a safer, but just as important role as support. After all, there’s a common saying on Bravadis  that spawned after Talvyrn’s rise to power, "There can be no crown if there is no men willing to support it".

The Meeting:

Talvyrn’s senses must have failed he, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing or hearing. He, the High Lord of all of Bravadis in equal parts shock and awe as the man very man who drove back the “Green Scourge” which threatened the very life of  Bravadis, towered before him in his glorious golden armor. The High Lord Lavyrn had always been abnormally tall amongst humans, but now he felt a bit short before this savior from the skies and his grey armored angels. And in his shadow, the man revealed to Talvyrn their connection.

“F-father?” Talvyrn questioned it he was dreaming or not, had he always been the child of this great man and the new savior of his planet?

"Yes my son," the Emperor's regal voice boomed, "I, the Emperor of Mankind, have arrived to bring you and your world back into the hands of mankind."

“Thou must jest… surely?” Talvyrn’ doubted his “father’s” words, but at the  same time, he could not help but to believe them. Something kept tugging at his mind to accept those words, but Talvyrn did his best to ignore it.

"I have no reason as to fool someone like you my child. You, found in the wild, raised by the common man, ascending to nobility before claiming this world as your domain; there is no doubt in my mind that only one of my Primarch children would be capable of this feat in the short amount of time which you have done it in.”

Talvyrn felt something in his mind change, as he reflected on the past. It was true, no normal man would have been capable of doing the feats he had, winning sieges under a month, laying down hundreds of roads, singlehandly propelling his people into increasingly advanced times. Yes, perhaps there was truth after all.

“Your words art most truthful, I cannot help but accept your claims. What shall you ask of me now? Talvyrn straightened his back to a much more dignified stand as he began to open up to this Emperor.

The towering man smiled, "Now my son, will you follow your destiny to guide mankind into greatness? Will you have your name be chanted not in this world but across a million worlds by a million gracious men and women? Shall you let your legacy be forever remembered across a thousand suns and monuments? Lead my grand armies on the most illustrious campaigns?"

Talvyrn smiled back as he lowered his knee and bowed before his father, the  Emperor of Mankind, “Yes, yes I shall father. Under my honor and strength, I shall swear myself and this great empire of mine unto thou, my fatherly liege.”

The Emperor smiled as he helped his newly found Primarch son off the ground, “Very well son. Let us get going as soon as possible for there is much for you to learn. Your planet will be in the good hands of my Imperium, you have nothing to fear as you venture forth on the Great Crusade.”
“Then I am in your debt, father.” Talvryn smiled as he traded being the crown of a High Lord for a crown of a Primarch.

Legion Name:

	Wardens Aegis

Legion Number:

	XIX

Legion Strength:

Approximately 90,000 Astartes organized into six "Houses" (Companies/Chapters), each 15,000 strong. The number of Squires (Chapter Serfs) is roughly double that as each marine has two serfs to himself, although some may take more while others take none. Additional support is provided by the Imperial Army/Navy and the Adeptus Mechanicus and upon adding the number of civilians and servitors, the total size of the XIX Legion is about 640,000.

Armour Appearance:

Warcry:

"For the High Lord and his Liege!"
"Unto Victory!"
"The Wardens protects!

Dramatis Personae: 

The Chapters of the XIX Legion are split up into "Houses" instead of Chapters, a simple name change which has its roots in the traditional nobility of Bravadis. Each House is then lead by a Baron who once served the High Lord as his time on Bravadis as a Marshal or likewise. While there is no official designation of specialities between the Houses assigned by Talvyrn, each of the Houses have developed a favoritism towards certain methods and "cultures" based on their Barons. Barons are also given special power-lances in most cases as a sign of their position and power; the only exception to that rule is Baron Greyret who favors a bardiche-like chain axe.

Baron Vendric the Faithful, one of Talvyrn’s oldest friends who has seen much and been through much at High Lord Talvyrn’s side. An imposing figure with a powerful voice, he walks with every bit of grave and nobility that a regal man of his birth is expected to.  Vendric is known to follow the Primarch’s orders to the word and has long since been his confidante, someone who Talvyrn has great trust in both his abilities and their bond. In a way no similar to how Talvryn venerates the Emperor, Vendric venerates his liege in a slightly more subdued and subtle way.

Current has a rivalry with Talvryn’s brother, Baron Donovan of the Fourth House, over who is the “heir” to the Legion. Vendric claims loyalty and companionship while Donovan claims family; the Primarch himself has remained silent on the matter, only saying, “The Fates hath already decide thy for thy”.

The First House is perhaps the “standard” Chapter of Wardens Aegis, proficient in drop pod landing and shock tactics, Talvryn routinely finds them to be his most reliable troops.

Baron Greyret the Rising, perhaps a poster boy of what some calls the “Bravadian Dream”. Born to poor commoners, Greyret had been levied into one of Talvryn’s many armies during his unification wars. Rising through the ranks, he’s carved his way into power and respect through blood and service, none in the Legion knows hard work and sacrifice quite like Greyet.

Famed (or infamous depending on who you ask) for his loud, booming voice full of colorful language, the Rising Baron is known to curse more than he breathes and almost always looking like he’s enraged over something. Greyret takes absolutely no shits from anyone and lacks social grace, however Talvryn has found him being one of the most reliable, if not direct and brutal, members of his former retinue on Bravadis. Talvryn is also one of the few people who Greyret actually respects and will listen to, and thus the only one who keeps him on his leash.

The Second House is known for its ferocity in close combat, mostly using bardiche-like chainaxes and chainswords along with the occasional bolt pistol and Aegis Ward. Almost savage in their fighting, the Second House is more than able to sew huge amounts of chaos, confusion and destruction amongst enemy lines, especially if given explosives, their unfailing (if not reckless) bravery means that they tend to be the Wardens Aegis's vanguard unit.

Baron Iudex the Immortal, a man who once lusted for battle so much, that he is no longer fazed by danger. Perhaps at one point he was a power-hungry young man with a drive to prove himself as the best warrior by throwing himself against all who’d dare to fight him, its clear that his cockiness and aggression has since faded, giving away to “combat apathy” with nothing breaking him.

While old, mistaking his age for weakness is a great mistake as his swordplay is second to none in the Wardens, having bested even the Primarch a few times prior to his ascension.

The Third House takes after their Baron in the way of their overall combat skills, being the most disciplined force of the Wardens. Their apparent apathy also translates well to interrogators when the Primarch needs someone questioned “gently”.

Familial brother to Talvryn, Baron Donovan the Skybound has seen his adopted sibling through many of his adventures, battles and escapades. Something of a glory hound, Donovan is always trying to find a way to spread his fame and isn’t above using the Legion’s name to do it. Clearly showing narcissism to some degree, he says he’s “always willing to do anything in the name of the Warden Aegis”, whether that be something self serving or truly heroic. Donovan also seems to have an inability to just say “I” and always says “I, Baron Donovan of the Wardens Aegis Fourth House,” instead.

There is something of a dispute between Donovan and his rival Vendric over the title of “heir”. Donovan claims family and tradition reins supreme over Vendric’s skill and companionship.

The Fourth House is actually the void-specialized house of the Wardens, Baron Donovan the Fleet Commander and his space marines specialized in the way of ship-to-ship combat, void-battling, boarding actions and aerial support. Donovan says that his interest in void warfare stems from an interest in traditional water-based naval combat.

Baron Guilis the Shield, perhaps the odd one out of the group. Guilis was actually the commander of the guard on Bravadis and while still a powerful position; the spot of a marshal or a general of the army was on a completely different level. He’s actually much more skilled at planning out logistical operations and managing supplies than levying an offense. 

However, Baron Guilis knows his way around defenses and can easily construct a sturdy outpost or base given the time and resources, which he can almost always manage. He is the most “book smart” person out of all of the Barons and is known to be as pragmatic as the Primarch in some regards. Guilis is also the reason why the Primarch always has ample amounts of resources to fiddle around with when making something.

The Fifth House as such is known for its supporting defensive roles, typically dropping down behind friendly lines, acting as reserves and garrison while also manning defenses. They also carry most of the heavier weapons in the Wardens Aegis like heavy bolters and lascannons. It should come as no surprise that the Fifth House also has more servitors and tech-marines than others.

Baron Lothric of the Sixth House, widely regarded as a saint or an angel, hence his name the “Saintly Lord” or even “Saint Lothric”. A poor boy raised to become a zealous preacher, Lothric has always been a man of great compassion. His charisma made him a well like figure as he lead religious orders along side Talvyrn during his unification of Bravadis. Of course, his gentle, kinder ways aren’t aways humored by Talvyrn, even when he’s in his more generous moods.

Lothric himself is something of a combat missionary, both he and his troops zealously now spreading the word of the Emperor. The soldiers of the Sixth House are known for their zealous bravery and stubborn iron will. They are also the “posterboys” of the Legion to civilian populaces, at least the kind hearted side and not the “brave, bold astral warriors” posterboy. It might also explain the large number of Imperial Army units that follow the Sixth House around when possible.

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role:

Forgoing complicated, elaborate battle strategy, the Wardens Aegis favor a much simpler shock-and-awe support tactic called "Bombard Dropping). Such a strategy has proven versatile and reliable as well has very recruit-friendly as it doesn't involve precise timing or formation movement. Its also stated that the Wardens Aegis will only use this tactic or even fight at all as a supporting unit and never a spearhead.

Bombard Dropping consists of two parts: Bombarding and Dropping. A very complex strategy as some might say no doubt.

First, the Warden Aegis's orbital bombardment specialized ships saturate a select area with heavy fire to weaken local units, these areas are landing areas of which are often just behind the front line. Once the area has been sufficiently softened up with the enemy still reeling from the hail of fire, Astarte Drop Pods will rain from the sky on to the planet, just behind the enemy's front lines. Emerging from the pods, the Warden Aegis Space Marines charge out and move back towards friendly front lines, all while trying to wreck as much havoc as they can on their way there, often by cutting off reinforcements and supplies, destroy fortified positions from behind and disrupting command posts.

Once the Wardens make their way back to friendly lines, they will go to the back lines to rearm and tend to their wounded before either rejoining the advance as more front line troops or spread out screening infantry, or act as rear guard, making sure the enemy doesn't try to do the same thing they just did while also manning positions in the case the front line needs to fall back. 

The slight deviations in this plan can included simply dropping ahead or close to advancing friendly forces as a sort of "surprise" reinforcement or screening force, being part of a hammer and anvil where they will act as the hammers to gun down the flanked hostiles. Of course, there are then more variations and deviations based on Houses due to their respective Barons.

Legion Characteristics/Ideology:

Being the Legion of Talvyrn, it should come as no surprise that the Warden Aegis use, and often prefer, the creations of their Primarch. Such wargear is often referred to as "Talvyrn-pattern" or "WarGis-pattern" for obvious reasons, their relation to the AdMech also means they always have a reliable way of obtaining such wargear and equipment. The most used and known creations are:

Talvyrn-pattern Bolter - A bolter with a longer barrel, faster fire rate, sleeker design and in all honesty, looks a bit like an Ork Shoota. While the resemblance was coincidence, many in the Wardens joke that what Talvyrn did to create it was "take a shoota and actually make it work", to which Talvyrn humorously plays along with.
Broken Lances - Do not let the name fool you, Broken Lances are not broken nor are they true lances, but instead power sword-staves modeled after the Warden Aegis's Primarch's personal blade. They have a surprising amount of versatile uses as they function as one handed and two handed swords as well as spears.
Aegis Wards - Mislabelled as the namesake wargear of the XIX Legion, Aegis Wards are modified combat shields which surprisingly light while also having built-in magnets which can be turned on or off at the user's will and will draw an opponent's melee weapon towards the shield. Many would say that this is a horrible design choice but its value is in how it can easily throw off an enemy melee combatant as their weapon is suddenly pulled off course, of which the Wardens use to great effect.

Many of the more creative marines with good hands often personalize and customize their equipment, often through the use of little trinkets, engravings or paints. More distinguished members utilize more impressive decorations like Purity Seals and other such mementoes.

The Wardens Aegis are also widely seen as one of the more humble and caring Legion, no doubt due to its Primarch and some of his Barons. Thus they enjoy a good reputation as the "Defenders of the Imperium's common man" and that jazz, which in turns leads to a stable recruitment pool as well as them having reliable support from the Imperial Army.

Like their Primarch, they focus more on the Imperium as a whole and refuse to see the Emperor as some holy divine being (even Baron Lothric only preaches the Imperial Truth as the "righteous school of thought" and carefully cuts its ties toward most religious connotations). Because of this, they are two sided in nature, one side being the "Defenders of the Imperium's common man" and the other being soldiers who have orders that must be followed.

As a Legion, the Wardens Aegis are actually a little bit more lax compared to other Legions, if not only a bit. The Wardens still follow a strict routine every day with everything planned out for them from training regimes to even meal plans. Beyond their schedules, their Primarch encourages them to try to come up with new ways of either improving themselves or the Imperium as a whole. Thus one might say that as a whole, the Wardens Aegis are a group of "brotherly warrior-scholars", their familial bonds with each other as strong as the shields they carry. Even Legion serfs are well cared for and are treated like brothers, free to mingle with the Astartes as they wish outside of training times. Wardens Aegis Legion Serfs also serve a militaristic role as well but much more defensively as putting them in a drop pod would turn them into red jelly. Many serve as pilots for the many aircrafts and transports used by the Astartes as well as acting as defensive units on board ships and bases, given a variety of weapons to fulfill their roles.
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