Ogden

From Ashes We Rise : A New Dawn. A Warhammer 40,000 Alternate Timeline RP

[c]Icrides[/c]

In orbit around Icrides, Captain Vitaria peered over her instruments on the Landvættir, her flagship. She peered to teh wiry Isaiah as he hunched over his panel and clacked again and again on his keys. At first she thought not to speak, he always seemed busy and she rarely had time for his fast babble and technical talk. She preferred the words she wished to hear. ‘We’re ready to deploy’. After several more moments the clacking stopped and those words came.

“We’re ready to deploy.” Isaiah said.

Vitaria’s eyes slid over him, and she regarded those words carefully. “Do we expect hostility when we first meet?”

There was a pause. “We may be able to win without such effort, but we should still show a forceful contact.” Isaiah said.

Vitaria gazed over her map one last time. “Settle guns over one of their cities, do not fire except on my mark.” She began. “I’m going down too.”

“Captain?” Isaiah asked.

“Isaiah?” Vitaria asked back.

At that, Isaiah quieted down and did not press what he was wanting to say. He always knew when he could press and he could not. And more likely than not, he could not press. So he clacked again and the ship came to life. “Stone Wolves, prepare to go down to the surface. This world will be ours or the void’s.”

Vitaria turned with a jerk and wordlessly strode to her Bay. Her marines snapped to salute as their Captain passed them, she scoffed at their display. “We’re readying for war not awards, get to work.” Vitaria ordered. The marines broke rank and went back to their duties as they always expected to do. This Captain was only slightly more lenient than the twins. And even slightly was a relief to many but not much of one. Without more fanfare Vitaria boarded with her marines and the drop ship took off.

Entry was shaky but swift and easy. And they came to the largest city on the face of Icrides. Vitaria was right, this was their capital and her show of force drew out the largest seven B’aiak. THey glared down at the marines and their Captain with contempt and one eye each. This was not a friendly meeting and Vitaria guessed what they were about to say.

“You respass upon sacred ground. Leave this world or be crushed.” The center B’aiak said.
“If you make demands of me I’d know your name.” Vitaria cut back curtly.

“Without sharing yours?”

Vitaria held her head up higher. “Vitaria.”

“King Aukmaar.” Aukmaar said. “And this is your final warning.”

Vitaria looked to the marines next to her on either side. “No, this is your final warning.”

Kng Aukmaar growled. “You threaten a King, you die.” And he charged Vitaria.

She deftly slid to her side sending the large king careening passed her and collapsing in his bid to overcorrect, she was already bringing her chainsword down onto his back, slicing through flesh and bone and more until Aukmaar the king of Icrides was two in separate halves pooled in his own wounds. His body crumpled and went still.

“The king is dead! The king is dead!” Drekil hollered from his place among the other council rulers.

“And now, so are you.” Vitaria said and with that she sent the signal, somewhere in the distance blasts rocked the world where they could feel but not see. A city was gone, turned to glass under the Landvættir’s bombardment. B’aiak looked panicked as they heard each blast. Then they grew enraged as reality sank in for each of them. They were under attack and it was time to fight for their lives.

The first strikes had landed and the first deaths had come to teh people of Icrides. War had started.

From Ashes We Rise: Chronicles

Eraus of Southmine

When the roof of her world was secured, Sarsanelesa went south. Her northern hemisphere was not complete but she still wished to know the entire world. Much of that hemisphere was rocky and she found what towns occupied it derived their living from beneath the ground.

Beneath the ground, a place she had mastered long ago.

They dug and they hammered with chisels and picks and collected anything valuable from the mundane stone, but often the stone fought back. This was what happened to the town of Eraus. They had all but lost their mines, and with no way to reclaim them they were certain they were all going to die.

A beast of some alien description had taken refuge in their caves. It called the passages home and devoured any who encroached. Several mines had been collapsed some with people still inside.

Sarsanelesa heard them when shey pleaded. “Help us, you are legendary upon this world. Save us, and —”

Sarsanelesa held up a hand to silence the pleading man.

He looked up at her, his pleading mixed with anxiety. She stared back at him, regarding him and studying him and studying everyone else around him.

“I know what you are asking for.” She said at last.

The man’s eyesstayed wide.

“But first I would have your name.”

He seemed taken aback, pleasantries or some such when all is dire? “Jons, uh just Jons.”

Sarsanelesa lowered her gaze to him. She did not, after all that, speak his name.

“Point in the direction of this, beast.”
Jons did so, with a trembling hand he pointed beyond the western border of Eraus, even with their naked eyes the mine could still be seen. A single entry that would lead to a winding network of caves, and it was clear the people here were too fearful to go near it.

Sarsanelesa turned without a further word and strode towards the cave. AS she got closer she saw the remnants of battle, or slaughter, upon its outside. Bones littered clean about the entrance and blood dried upon the soil. She stepped over the long dead and went inside a twisting network of tools and ore and even more dead.

As she wound through the network of mines she felt herself going lower and lower until the light stopped shining from outside, but still she kept going until she heard the deep pitted growl from its lowest reaches. She stored further towards it and the growl became louder, a warning to turn back.

A warning she ignored. This was her world, this was her mine. A growl was a threat and Sarsanelesa did not like to be threatened.

Then she saw it, something scaly and wiry and wet uncoiled from what had to be its nest. Something no mortal could hope to fight against. But then, she was no mortal she had learned that long ago.

The creature lunged a long wyrmlike neck, its jaws agape, at her. But a wall of rock erupted between them and it squealed in pain as it struck the wall instead and recoiled. The wall of rock melted back into the ground.

“You are, unwelcome.” Sarsaenelesa said at last. The creature did not seem to take kindly to that, or maybe it was just mindlessly territorial. She didn’t know and it did not concern her.

The creatures coiled and writhed its tail, whipping it across the chamber, but Sarsenelesa casually ducked beneath it. The ceiling began to rumble, and small stoned began to crack and crumble then fall.

The creature flinched when they got larger,, and the room began crumbling in greater and greater chunks.
“This will be your tomb.”

Sarsanelesa said at last, and the rom caved in on top of the creature, al but its head, that came to rest poking out from under th rocks. It was dead.

Sarsenelesa returned to Jons, but she did not leave the mines so in disarray. She carved walls and towers outside its entrance, and commanded Jons to always keep watch, for whatever had taken its residence did not come from underground. It came from without, and she had found a taste of whatever new enemy inhabited the south of Ealos Vershaa.

Something mindless and bestial that only had a mind to feed.

Eraus of Southmine was secure, and it belonged to her. But the southern hmeishpere was still wild and untamed to her.

From Ashes We Rise: Chronicles

She Went North

She went north. It was part of her effort to know this world at every inch. From its foothills to its deserts and its basins and jungles. So too did she want to know its extremes. She wanted to see the roof where ice reigned everyday and the wind howled like ghosts in the void. Sarsanelesa could feel it with every step. The ground answered her and ceded to her a road of steps and paths.

Cities dotted her trek, many isolated and different from each other, and she did not this time make her commands of them yet. Instead electing to traverse them with subtlety and silence. She could bend them to her will easily but that would not do, no. She wanted to know them without her. She wanted to learn who they were before her. The northern cities had no mention of the events she wrought in the south.

The Mountain of Spears and the Field of Graves were but distant relics that no traveler spoke of too far north. This was fine for now and so she traveled on. She traveled until the cities stopped appearing on her road and all civilization gave way to the silence of ever more frigid winter. The trees either died or turned to pine and the ground transformed into powdery, wet white.

It was too cold for most this far north but not for Sarsanelesa. She marched on until she was where Ealos Vershaa began to turn. Standing above everyone in the very north she could see nothing but snow and sky as far as her eyes could see. Only the pattern of her steps indicating where she had been. The roof of the world was barren and frigid. This was too much nothing.

So Sarsanelesa held out her arm and the snow began to shake and the rocks began to raise. From the crust of Ealos Vershaa she built a mountain and a monument. A crag impossible to climb and fatal at its peak. It would be her mark, her signature upon this world. Visible from far into orbit and blatant in what it meant, even if she did not realize it yet.

She was here, she ruled this world herself alone; On this world, supreme.

From Ashes We Rise : A New Dawn. A Warhammer 40,000 Alternate Timeline RP

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.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

The Jade Citadel of Hongol

The Stone Wolves March

The carnage beyond the Meridian Gatehouse was immense. Armored spearheads lay broken and burning across the ground, infantry assault vehicles belched thick pillars of black smoke as fires consumed everything within. Even while entire platoons of armor and companies of men perished, others prevailed. The Meridian Gate, unbreached in the decades since its construction at the direction of the visionary Narthan Dume, remained unbroken.

But it did open.

The massive armored doors ground on their rails, sliding into their recessed holds inside the wall itself. The noise alone was immense, no doubt the doors were only ever opened only slightly to allow for lesser traffic to pass, but now the entrance to the Jade Citadel was wide open for an Imperial army to enter.

An army wide voxburst was transmitted even as the doors groaned and settled in their open position.

++ALL FORCES++
++MERIDIAN GATE UNDER IMPERIAL CONTROL++
++ALL FORCES ADVANCE++
++BRING GLORY++
++IN HIS NAME++

The Stone Wolves stormed through that wide opened gate house. But not with the chaotic zeal of something unorganized, they were slow in their swiftness and methodical. Like the stones beneath their feet they did not rapidly budge, but they did move in force. Each one identical with their wolfen motifs on their armor and their helmets.

“Hold this gatehouse, and pierce further.” Their Commander ordered in a clear and unmistakable tone.

“Make safe for the Legions that come behind us.”

And this was the other side of their coin, where they first advanced with explosives and with destruction in their first wave through the Meridian Gate; those behind them also put their wake of destruction back in some jerryrigged order. They scorched the proverbial earth and then put it back together. The Stone Wolves understood that little use came of charred remains and debris strewn in haphazard piles. Destroy everything in your path, but pick those ruins up as they always said. There is little use for ruined territory. So clean up what you blow up.

“If you are not holding the Gatehouse, you should be Advancing.” The Commander ordered.

With that latest declaration the frontal wave marched on, rockets and rounds piercing holes further ahead where none existed yet. They made paths and roads for themselves, and those that came behind them.

The Pacifican forces within the reaches of the Meridian Gate found themselves assaulted by an unstoppable force. The Imperial Astartes marched over them in lockstep, reducing strong points to charred husks and leaving the dead and dying in their wake for follow-on forces to deal with.

A squadron of battle tanks, dreamed up in a drug induced nightmare of Narthan Dume no doubt, skimmed their way back across a wide open pavilion. Battle cannons roared, their shells barely falling to gravity as they screamed across the stone pavers to land amongst habblocks and in the midst of Stone Wolf formations. But the Stone Wolves were answering in kind. Missiles streaked across the open space, finding their marks in turret rings and grav-suspensor arrays as the wolves bit back.

A battle tank spun from a hit to its flank, a massive detonation that saw it careen from its straight line path and land half buried in a building across the plaza. Its turret continued to turn, debris clattering off its hull as more missiles failed to find their mark beyond the stone now surrounding it. The immobilized tank let loose withering volleys of fire, scorching Imperials and forcing their inexorable advance to a standstill.

All across the pavilion, Pacifican reinforcements began to swarm the habblocks and shop fronts as they fortified their new position

“Spread!” The order came down through the Stone Wolves ranks. Hand gestures and orders barked back and forth as the Wolves shifted their formation. The less clumped they were; the fewer of them could be targeted from each blast, but the more space they took up as they went to ground.

“It can’t move!” someone barked.

“Take it out, we’re not getting any farther ahead with that tank active.” The order carried over the legion. Their ordnance turned towards the immobilized foe, as the Stone Wolves ducked and spread out from the oncoming turretfire.

“Make that tank disappear!” Another Wolf yelled.

The missiles began to careen all around their target, where the tank was not struck craters formed around it, the massive detonations ignited the air and engulfed the area with thick, drenching smoke.

It was a game of explosions and waiting and fighting as the Stone Wolves held firm until they were once again clear to advance.

A blistering massacre of krak missiles criss-crossed the plaza. Storefronts disintegrated in gouts of flame and debris, and hab apartments crumbled under successive blasts. The Pacifican’s, for all their training and skill, met their end screaming under piles of rubble and rebar.

The disabled tank took a beating, its weapons reaping a heavy toll on the wolves as they tore chunks from its armored hide, but it did not last. A krak missile hit home, the machine guttered under the hit, a choke of smoke billowed from the tank's cannon barrel before the ammunition within cooked off.

The tank detonated in a flash of sound and fury. Its turret, spinning end over end, hurtled far into the sky and disappeared behind habblocks in the distance.

There was a lull in the fighting, as the Pacifican’s no doubt withdrew to find positions they were less likely to be slaughtered in, and the mortal Imperials fighting alongside the Astartes tallied their dead and tended their wounded.

The Stone Wolves watched their retreat and the commander signalled the advance.

“They scurry away to hide, remove every place they can seek cover, expose them!” They ordered.

And that was the brunt of their next advance as explosions rocked forward and to their flanks during their enemy’s route. If a statue stood as a possible shield they tore it down and if a wall hindered their march they blasted through it. They became seek and destroy, and destroy all they saw they did.

If an enemy was spotted then artillery bombarded them. Before them were structures whereas behind them was nothing but rubble. They’d rebuild later, now was the time to move forward and be the victors. The Stone Wolves brought overwhelming firepower and force to their path, like the earth itself cresting up in rebellion and punishment.

“I don’t want any stragglers to threaten those that come behind us, make safe the path!” The commander ordered again.

And they did, structures were a trap; rubble was where you could safely march over after the Stone Wolves were through.

The Wolves advanced inexorably. An unstoppable force grinding their way through men, machines, and structures alike. A warhorn blared in the distance, and a sound like the death of the world followed shortly after. The vox network lit up with priority alerts, and the presence of the Oni warmachine was impossible to miss as pict images and datascrawls filtered across every Stone Wolf’s helmet display.

A new order scrolled across their displays, one wrought by a hand so high it may well have come from the Emperor Himself.

“Redirect to macroweapons foundry, secure any remaining warmachines. Priority: Absolute.” the Sigillites own encryption key was set upon the message, and the Wolve’s fury was given a target at last.

There was the barest moments of pause as the Stone Wolves deftly swiveled their collective attention. It was just long enough to reset their focus and begin their advance again. They moved swiftly like a well oiled machine, or a pack of wolves on the hunt, perhaps? And they took aim at anything that stood between them and the macroweapons foundry. For every Wolf that fell in the onslaught they took ten or more foes with them.

And this was where they were more surgical. “Secure them! Or scuttle them! Let the enemy have none of them!” Came the direction.

And not a great many would be scuttled, for every foe that rushed to a protect their warmachines, or use them, they were swiftly shot down before they could make it inside of them.

And for every machine they reached, a Wolf commandeered it, took control of it, or otherwise made it certain to serve them not serve against them. Enemies collapsed from the sheer force brought to bear against their foundry.

But it was clear this touch was as delicate as it was violent. The Stone Wolves meant to seize it, they meant to control it not simply destroy it. They wanted this facility for the Emperor.

And they would have it.

From Ashes We Rise: Chronicles

Sarsanelesa

Mother of the Shifting Stone

She did not quite know when she first felt conscious, the darkness giving way to that torrential landing, digging deep into troubled soil. Her first scents were the cacophonous amalgamation of sulfur and fire and stone too hot to walk on far in the distance but all around. The first things she heard were those voices. The confused mutterings too distant to recognize and too alien and old to refuse even if she had the desire to. In her luck, they guarded her. Though it was clear through those years there was little she needed guarding from. If anything, this hostile world needed to be guarded from her.

She learned that she could harness that destructive force, direct it and steer it and she did. The home she knew where she grew up would have, clearly, been buried without her presence. It had become a bastion of survival for all; because of her. The planet could not touch it, could not harm it. Not while Sarsanelesa protected it. As a young woman, she made perhaps the most dangerous choice. She left its walls and went to face the mountain itself. And from those huddled inside, all they could see was her stoic stillness. There was no need to move a single muscle.

The rocks and the ash and the heat pressed towards her, the mountain roared defiant threats and still, she stood opposing it, unharmed by its assault. She raised a hand up into the sky, and with a clenched fist she pulled it back down and the earth receded, the heat abandoned and the mountain calmed. What had been named “the Mountain of Spears” for the decades it had been so active, thrusting spears of stone and rock and heat outward for miles, had suddenly gone silent. The people watched this, they witnessed it, they celebrated it.

In that very moment, the woman who arrived an infant and a stranger, who grew up by the kindness of those who had found her, ascended from stranger to goddess. One who commanded the earth and one who mastered the land.

No matter where she tread, the earth acquiesced to her path. She wished to walk a path, so the ground allowed her footfalls to strike solid. If the terrain ended in hostility, it bent proverbial knees as she approached. Sarsanelesa soothed all the mountains and stood between earth and all cities. Every step cooled the earth where she tread. And upwards she peered, to the smog choked sky. Ash and dust rained down in suffocating chunks.

She knelt before the form of a woman prone, half buried in the dust. And she laid a hand upon their still head. Too far gone, she thought. So she continued on. Closer to the final mountain that let its rage bellow across the land. It spewed its hot anger across all it could touch and threatened to bury everything built upon this world's ground. And she walked still. The earth beneath her feet gave her a path and the air around her cleared as she strode onward. As she walked others fled away, desperate to escape the choking fumes in vain. They were all dead, unless they weren't.

“Flee while you can!” One choked their words out. She ignored them. By now she knew of the importance of theater in this action. She made her power visible and she let the people see that they were being saved. She strode closer to theat last raging mountain and stopped when she felt its heat. “You will be silent.” She uttered. Staring up at the distant peak. Her voice boomed over the wind and the storm of earth and fire. And its fury began to wane. The tumultuous debris lessened and the roar from its roof softened until the earth it spewed, spewed no more. The lava crawling down its sides began to cool and harden. And the last mountain fell silent and still again.

The lava that had once been licking at her feet, was solid rock. It was cool to touch, safe to walk on. And the city at her back seemed to lessen their panicked apprehension. Slowly people came to investigate the sudden peace and quiet. Then when their realization began to settle in, they dropped to their knees. The savior of their world, who had ended its fiery cataclysm stood before them, taller than any mortal man or woman could possibly be, this was no human being to them This was a goddess come to save them, to preserve them, to rescue them.

Sarsanelesa flatly rejected this worship. She rejected the title of goddess but did not reject their reverence. Hero and savior, but goddess no. She touched her hand to the shoulder of a woman at her feet, and bid her rise.

“Why do you kneel?” Sarsanelesa asked.

The woman looked up. “I am, but a woman.” She said. “We are not even equal among our own mortal men. How could I rightfully stand on my own two feet before you, revered one?”

Sarsanelesa exhaled curtly. The earth rumbled as if to mimic her anger. “Take me to those men who demand your servitude and your kneeling.” She said. “Take me to them so that they may weep on their knees.” The woman looked at her, fearufl and confused, but not for herself, for Sarsanelesa. “And what is your name?” Sarsanelesa asked.

“I am Anita,” came the reply.

“Introduce yourself as Anita,” Sarsanelesa said. “And do not do so, with your head held low. Now come.” And Anita led Sarsanelesa into the city, their boldness, and their posture made others join their walk. Sarsanelesa stopped. She saw a woman huddled and afraid, halfway hiding.

“You need not fear these streets anymore.” Sarsanelesa said to her. She looked up.

“I do,” She said. “I do not belong with you, by the decree of the men up there,” She pointed to the high palace.

Sarsanelesa’s eyes flashed viciously. “Were you, denied?” She asked.

And the frightened woman slowly nodded.

“And this, will be my second decree.” She said. “The innate features of your birth matter little. Your womanhood will not be denied to you again, under the pane of their death.” Sarsanelesa looked up at the high palace, and held her hand out to the frightened woman.

“What is your name?” She asked.

“Solarienne,” She said, “No last name, my last name is as dead as my old first.”

“Then walk with me Solarienne,” Sarsanelesa said, extending her hand out. “Witness women, all women, rise above this world’s power mongers.” Sarsanelesa said. Solarienne smiled finally and she walked with Sarsanelesa, proudly for the first time in her life. And Sarsanelesa walked with the women of the capital, to the High Palace, and they all witnessed her, end the power that oppressed them since before the cataclysm of Ealos Vershaa.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Primarch

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.

Stone Wolves Legion

Legion Sheet

Legion Name: IV Stone Wolves

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.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Sarsanelesa Kervalus

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 aable to conquer it as her.

Legion Sheet

Legion Name: IV Stone Wolves

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.