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The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

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Primarch Sheet

Name: Prometheus The Light Bringer


Gender: Male

Homeworld: Amn

Appearance: Prometheus is tall and powerful like all Primarchs, standing at a powerful 10'6". Prometheus is olive skinned, like that of the ancient Mediterranean empires with closely cropped black hair. Beyond the impressiveness of being a Primarch he actually looks rather plain, as if someone had simply taken any mortal man and made them larger. His most distinguishing feature is in his bearing rather than appearance with infinite patience and understanding like that of a scholar or tutor. Going so far as to allow his Captains and Generals of the Imperial Army build a system wide battle strategy with mere suggestions from the Primarch.

When prepared for battle the Primarch almost always wears some of the most massive and bulky battle plate possible, Prometheus looks like a Terminator grown to monstrous proportions. The armor thick and heavy enough to shrug off all but the most destructive attacks. The armor reflects his legion closely with gleaming bronze gauntlets boots and breastplate and pure white on the rest. His helm however is painted pitch black with a large crimson crest running along the top of the helm.

His Wargear is almost always an enormous power glaive "The Lance of Sol" that is nearly on the scale of a Knight titan lance.

A modified heavy bolter is affixed to his bracer armor granting him a powerfully destructive ranged weapon.

Otherwise he carries a huge Powersword and shield, though he does not use this unless he truely needs even more protection beyong his terminator armor

Personality: Prometheus is patient, nearly infinitely so, He can and does allow strategy meetings to run for many hours listening to each idea, its justification, the following debate, points of contention and suggestions of refinement. He has the power and ability to make unanimous decisions of command and will do so if he is pressed for time and a long meeting would threaten their war footing. This patience however occasionally causes friction with his siblings when they cant get a rise out of him or bore them with the endless meetings that define Prometheus and his war efforts.

Prometheus can not admit defeat, even when it is a clear and decisive defeat. While he has so far only experienced this once at the hands of the Emperor he has more than once pressed forward dragging a battle out to its conclusion even if the victory is a phyrric one. This has partially influenced the general strategy he employs, in using a slow grinding pace he can ensure his casualties are low while slowly cementing his inevitable victory.

Finally Prometheus is extremely trusting in those around him. While this does not extend to an Imperial Army officer he has never met his siblings, officers and generals he will trust almost without question. If they declare something he disagrees with or knows to be false he would argue the point but in most cases he will believe them at their word. This has bitten him before when a general is over confident and assured of his victory guaranteeing Prometheus some prize but ultimately failing and sending his carefully laid plans into chaos.

Skills: Prometheus is a master tactician - even beyond other Primarchs, this is helped by his limited forsight but he can craft a massively complex system wide war doctrine that will fracture and fold every defense thrown against him. While there are always situations that can not be won, if a path to victory exists he will find it. In defense he masterfully counter acts each offensive thrust by his enemy making any assault costly if not futile.

His other particular skill is influence on a crowd, while any Primarch speaking has ultimate authority, Promethius can influence a group very effectively. When giving a speech to his legion, Imperial Army, or the masses he can convince them into making nearly any effort for him. He can turn a regiment in full rout into an unbreakable unit or spark a citizen revolt to overthrow a regime to join the Imperium with a single speech.

Assignment Grade: Kappa - Prometheus possesses a bare hint of psyker ability which largely comes in two areas. The first is Divination that manifests itself as a simple hunch or feeling. This is usually during planning or discussions of strategy that a plan will seem flawless tactically but he will modify the plan to counteract an unknown threat. It is understood that this is part of his psychic ability but is not something he has any real control over.

The second is an inspiring presence when he chooses to use it. He only uses this ability on the battle field to bolster his Astartes and Imperial army units around him. Its effect is to inspire heroic bravery and fervor for glory pushing even the average imperial infantryman into an unyielding fighter stubborn in the face of any danger.

Biography:
Prometheus' clone pod fell upon the world of Amn, a hellish war-torn world of dozens of mighty Hive Cities each its own state in itself. The Hive Cities fought eternal bloody wars over the territories surrounding each Hive success only measured in how many factory complexes were captured and lost, the casualties generally... cataclysmic. Prometheus fell just outside one such city, Baldar one of the most vicious and powerful cities in the system. The only method for advancement was through military success and brutal efficiency. When his pod was found and the infant pulled from it he was inspected for signs of mutation and defect, as a Primarch none was found. He was raised as an orphan taught strategy and military theory while being brought up on stories of heroic warriors and genius generals. Prometheus absorbed these theories in mere months and was placed into the military as his guardians could no longer teach him.

Prometheus was the perfect soldier and rose through the ranks through sheer force of perfection and his brilliant tactical mind, easily shifting battles that would have otherwise been a crushing defeat into a heroic victory. Once he had grown to the place of the Governor-General's right hand he simply took control of the hive. This was done simply by showing that he would be a better leader and while the Governor-General tried to keep the reigns of power Prometheus was quickly backed not only by the whole hive's military but the populace as well. In a hand full of years Prometheus took control of his hive, the world however fought long and hard against him. However in a mere decade Prometheus had taken control of the world with weight of arms and oratory skill.

A single world was not enough, after encountering a small Ork empire and a cousin human civilization Prometheus knew that his little world was not enough to make a safe empire for the common mortal to live in. So, in reply to these discoveries he grew an Empire. After uniting the human civilization and eradicating the ork empire he continued his conquest across the stars building colonies and uniting humanity sometimes through conquest. Before long Prometheus set his sights on worlds already spoken for by the Imperium. When his fleets entered Imperial space they where greeted with open arms but the Expedition fleets quickly demanded annexation of the empire of Amn. Prometheus' representatives declined and it was eventually decided to conquer this Imperium.

It took the conquest of several systems and many Imperial worlds before this upstart Empire of Amn drew the ire of the Emperor. He a truly mighty crusade fleet came to quash Prometheus and his little empire. However when Prometheus became directly involved he nearly fought the crusade fleet to a stand still even with the vastly superior power of the Imperial forces. However the power of the Emperor, Astartes and Titan Legions eventually broke Promenteus' military. Their resilience proved that a Primarch must be at the head of this upstart so the Emperor struck at the heart of the empire to finally meet his lost child. The Emperor himself landed at the capital hive Baldar requesting a meeting with the Primarch at its head.

The Meeting:
The Emperor besieged the city of Balar with the full might of his crusade, Custodes, Astartes, Titan legions all arrayed against the Hive and Primarch within. Prometheus had grown to understand these forces in the long war against the Imperium. He knew the war was lost, no cunning flourish of strategy could turn the tide in his favor now. The lines are drawn and all that remains is to have the final battle. He should surrender he knew, but his pride and honor could not allow such a thing. Prometheus had to fight to the end, when the last soldier drew his last breath was when he could finally admit defeat. So there was only one other option. Rather than allowing the city to burn and his people die in their millions the Primarch and his army would sally forth and fight this Emperor in the field so he and his forces could die like heroes and the city would survive.

He called the army and collected what little might remained, the soldiers where little more than conscripts called now after his veterans where killed on far off worlds. Even still the battle must be joined. Nearly 1 million men and women gathered in the great streets before the gate of the hive city equipped no better than the Imperial Army troopers surrounding the city. Prometheus standing with his back to the gate surveyed the soldiers before him and the civilian onlookers. as he begins to speak the gate begins to roll open.
"My friends! My Sons and Daughters!" the Primarch shouts "I see fear, fear that would take even my spirit. A day may come where the world of Amn falls, a day of ruin and blood.. But that is not this day! This is a day of heroes! Your strength will be tested but you are the Warriors of Amn! And you my Warriors! my Knights! will strike awe and terror into our enemies and bring this Emperor to his knees!" with a final boom the gates stand fully open "Our deeds this day will echo in Eternity!" he shouts with finality and turns to charge out the gate on foot with the million of soldiers cheering behind him prepared to charge into certain death and more than willing to do so.

The guns of the Imperial lines stay silent though more than able to shell the entire force into oblivion. The Emperor stands directly opposite the charging lines his great blazing sword sticking from the ground before him with his Custodes guard and the Entire 5th legion at his back. Just before the lines came to firing range the Emperor spoke.
"HALT"
The word was not so much a command, but a fact, as the word left his lips it was carried across the battlefield with his power bringing the charge to an instant stop dispelling the fervor granted by Prometheus and bringing most to their knees in supplication there and then. Even Prometheus found his muscles rebelling against him halting his momentum. The Emperor strode forwards accompanied by a single Custodes carrying a banner. Prometheus watched the Emperor approach but was at a loss, if the Emperor could simply have stopped the fighting with a single command, why was he allowing any of this charade? he could easily destroy Prometheus and the rest of his army at a whim.

When they came to a few dozen yards of each other Prometheus exploded forward lashing out with his blade, engaging the Emperor in a duel of blades. They seemed evenly matched blazing around the area in a furious trade of blows. It took only moments however before Prometheus realized this was not a battle per say, the Emperor was trying to converse with him. The fight dragged on for a full minute with the Emperor pointing out each strategic mistake by Prometheus of their duel with swordplay alone. The fight stopped when the Emperor disarmed Prometheus by cleaving the hilt from the blade of the Primarch's sword.
"You must be the leader here" The Emperor said not even winded from the duel. "none other could be leading this empire, how else could you have taken so many worlds, even many of my worlds, and fought my legions to a draw"
Prometheus stared in fascination, Their duel had been furious and oddly educational, but the Emperor spoke now as if the duel had been a series of introductions of names and honorifics before the actual conversation could begin.
"I did not personally take any of your worlds, my generals had full autonomy to wage those wars"
The Emperor blinked, though none save the Primarchs could have seen the surprise written on his features.
"I see" the Emperor finally said as if finally working something out he was unsure of "I knew one of my children was here, and I am pleased I have found you" as if stating he knew one of his children was here but finally realizing which one. "Come my son, we must speak"

It was then Prometheus' turn to blink, for an instant he did not think it was likely or even possible but something he could not explain made him realize it was true. It may have been some psyker influence by the Emperor or a flash of insight through his own abilities but something told him it was true. Prometheus nodded and looked around at the forces around his hive "I suppose we should" he said finally. The Emperor strode through the prostrate army and into the Hive, the pair went to the top of the Spire locking themselves into Prometheus' private residence. The two were there for several weeks. Nobody knew what they spoke of and the pair never revealed the content of their meeting, when they emerged they emerged as father and son.

Legion Sheet

Legion Name: Knights of Awe

Legion Number: V

Legion Strength: 85,000 Astartes
1,500,000 Astarte Auxilia

Armour Appearance:


Warcry: "And the ground shall tremble" (reference to a speech by the primarch before a collossal artillery barrage)
"Now for wrath, Now for ruin, For the Imperium!"

Dramatis Personae:
Lord Strategos Arghan - A Lord commander of the Knights of Awe, Arghan a terran born Astartes and one of the eldest Marines in the legion and among the highest ranks. This rank however is well earned as a strategic mastermind that had been honed by years of working with the Primarch. Arghan commands a large portion of the legion and attached forces almost entirely autonomously being trusted to command the forces with little input from the Primarch. the commander has his own quirks but they are seldom seen as he often emulates his Primarch as the patient leader. When caught up in battle however he sometimes forgets this patience and becomes a rabid glory hound, driving his forces a little harder to be the first to claim entrance to a citadel or the enemy general's head.

Strategos Gaalus - Gaalus is the commander of the Primarch's elite guard and shocktroops. While he proves to be a middling strategic level commander he is an excellent battlefield leader and will often be found directing the battle surrounding the Primarch while he is distracted directing other aspects of the war from a field command vehicle. Gaalus being the field commander of the Primarchs elite guard and shocktroops makes him a brash and direct leader, often leading the charge Power Glaive held high. Unfortunately this role has also trained him to be somewhat uncreative but having a large force of Terminator Astartes means this is also generally unnecessary due to sheer destructive potential.

Commander Illan Haen - Commander Haen is theoretically the commander of the Astarte Auxilia though the fact that his forces are more or less under the command of the Astartes he actually does very little commanding. He functions as more of an official representative for the Auxilia in relations to other Imperial Army regiments, the Mechanicus and occasionally other Astartes. This is useful however as he was an uninspired commander who would be doomed to languish in lower officer ranks if it where not his Terran noble heritage. This position is an eccelent one for him as he is a brilliant politician who forges friendships in other Regiments and with the Mechanicus to ensure smooth cohesion and supply.

Strategos Arlym - Commander of the Siege, He is the commander who directs the complicated system of artillery and armor for war. When Arlym lauches an attack it is with the full weight of the Imperial Army's artillery, armored regiments, and Super-heavy tanks along with Astartes heavy armor and artillery. Arlym is the hammer of the Legion that will shatter the enemy defences for the rest of the legion to flood into and finish the war. While his orders are often to complete fairly simple tasks Arlym is a cunning commander masterfully using his forces to deliver annihilation. This immense power has made the commander rather arrogant, but when commanding the power to level hive-cities with mere ordinance it is often understandable.

Ancient Deckard - Deckard is the defacto leader of the Knights of Mourning, A force of Dreadnoughts and Dread-Sentinels that are the legions mightiest 'surviving' heroes. Deckard was the Legion Master of the Knights who was mortally wounded in one of the early engagements in the legion's history. Deckard has watched over the legion from his dreadnought casket for over 100 years offering valuable council and advice to the legion leadership. While the ancient has no command authority the immense respect the legion has for him means his word is nearly as valuable as the Primarch's. Even Prometheus gives a great deal of weight to the dreadnought's words. However due to the nearly proto-type nature of his dreadnought casket and complications during his entombment Deckard can not utilize the full extent of his warmachine without being in mind shattering pain. So he is strictly a ceremonial part of the legion and does not go to war any longer.

Baroness Flavia 'Blood Raven' Atma - Baroness Atma, more commonly known as the Blood Raven is General of the Astarte Auxila continget attatched to the Primarch's Elite guard and Shock troops. Hailing from a lesser noble house on Terra her rise as the barbarian general of the Astarte auxilia is a curious one, She is a savage and brutal commander often standing on the front line next to Astartes Terminators in her own power armor. Her name is derived from her battle lust and near constant desire for the Primarch and the Elite guard to take the field in direct, and bloody, frontal assaults. For all her savagery however, she is an excellent and intelligent commander inspiring those in her command to feats of bravery that are unheard of for any other Imperial Army force. All that said, she is a singularly terrible politician and diplomat, she has no respect for any person who is not a warrior of some kind and even casts skepticism towards any Imperial army that has not proven themselves, even some young Astartes have found themselves the subject of her ire.

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role:
The Knights of Awe are a unique Legion whom works very closely with the Imperial Army, To the point that the tactics they most often employ require the Army's assistance. Each Marine is assigned to a squad, usually 10 troopers, whom he helps train and educate. While the Marine is not always with the army squad he spends a great deal of his time with them and in battle the Marine generally fights along side the squad. However the Legion fields larger units in most cases and will have a squad of Marines leading a large Platoon of Imperial Army. If squads are dispatched away from the primary battle the Marines assigned to them often join granting valuable firepower and a heroic example to inspire the troopers. While this tactic makes the Knights of Awe are less powerful alone, with its Imperial Army support it is an unstoppable force that simply rolls over any opposition. The Marines simply adding a sharp edge to the immense hammer that is the Imperial Army.

Due to their relationship with the Imperial Army their tactics have bled into each other's so that the Legion utilizes slow and grinding trench warfare and siege tactics to colossal effect. The trench line with its vast array of heavy weapons and artillery makes an unyielding phalanx for the enemies of man to spear themselves upon.

On the offensive units are given very general orders and allowed to accomplish the orders however they see fit. The general belief being that the officer on the battlefield can read and plan the specifics better than an officer back at the command post. This has been highly effective, even when the overarching battle strategy is simple this offers soldiers the flexibility to add masterful flourishes of prowess.

Legion Characteristics/Ideology: Most of the legionaries when not dedicated to their own training or in battle are more like scholars and educators rather than soldiers. They are often found with a unit of Imperial Army training them and teaching them advanced tactical theory. Though mortal limits dictate how much the Astartes can train them and outside of that they are generally found in libraries or private rooms discussing different tactics and strategies. Even though the Legion more often than not finds itself in grinding trench warfare they are each masters of small unit tactics as individual squads are given nearly complete autonomy in how to accomplish their orders. At each level of command one would find them conversing among themselves the finer points and subtle strategies of their size of command, however many officers bring their subordinates into the same debates as an education grooming each for command.

Relationships: TBD

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

@CleanBreeze I like that idea quite a lot actually. though one quibble i see is that exile seems unlikely if the legion and primarch were purged entirely from history, as the unknown legions are in current lore. That said, some kind of self imposed exile after fleeing from destruction would be entirely sensible IMO.

a small point as well, the purged legions i think happened well before the Heresy. That said i could be wrong, im not an expert.

more info in the unknown legions if you are curious:
wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Two_unknown_…

Warhammer 30,000: A New Heresy

Valus

The Knights of Iron followed The Sworn Brothers shortly after their entire unit had passed through the Parade. This was the second parade the Knights of Iron had made on Terra, the first being just after the Primarch had been found. Terra had not seen the Knights of Iron in several Generations and very few on Terra, save the other legions had ever seen a Knight of Iron. Only those worlds razed and conquered knew of the knights. Valus sat on a huge gilded throne at the head of his Legion carried aloft by an enormous baneblade tank. Its main cannon however had been replaced to make room for a huge raised dias for the Primarch to sit his throne. The majority of the Legion followed the Primarch, though those Astartes who would make the Legion look bad were left on crusade to conquer some world or another. His legion was vast, over 100,000 marines marched behind Valus in unerring lockstep. Each company was headed by its captain carrying the ceremonial banner for the company, each of which had not been used since its last time on Terra. The throne and banners were the entirety of the extravagance for the parade.

What the legion did not have in extravagance however it made up for in scale. The parade lasted much longer than each of his brothers due to the sheer size of the Legion, but it was a useful way to remind his brothers which legion was biggest and therefor most powerful. It might not have been true, but it was an intimidating sight regardless.

Valus ignored the crowd, their cheers and excitement had little effect on him, it was a tedious affair that the Emperor had ordered him attend. Valus examined the parade troops of his brothers legion and opened a vox to his captain "Feris... why are there Xenos in the ranks of the Night Watch parade" he said calmly. His first captain did not break stride at the unexpected hail from his Primarch. "My Lord, the Night Watch have Xenos serving with them. Conquest or alliance I forget but he never exterminated them. Allows them to serve in the Imperial Army." replies Ferris

The Primarch makes a disapproving grunt "and who are these mortals around Rubbai... No, I recognize them. the people he declared honorary Primarchs and some woman he married" Continues the Primarch clenching his titanic power fist tighter. The first captain doesn't reply, he remembered the wrath of his Primarch, and insulting the title by including mortals had left the Primarch in a rage. He had sent his legion on a mission of Exterminatus on the next planet after he had learned of this. A human Hive world was put to the torch only days later.

Once the parade had reached the steps to the Imperial Palace Valus made his first real move, he rose from the Throne and climbed the steps as his Legion passed below joining his brothers in the entrance to the Palace. Valus strode past the Custodes guard ignoring him completely, knowing full well that the custodes could and would not stop him. As Valus drew close to his brothers he greeted Micholi and Rubbai with respect but would not acknowledge the mortals Rubbai had brought.

Warhammer 30,000: A New Heresy

Primarch

Valus The Siege Smith

Appearance: Valus has been entombed inside his armor which is a drastically modified suit of Terminator armor with many weapons and servo arms attached to it. The armor is unadorned and largely unpainted except for the legion sigils and the legion colors painted onto the pauldrons. Before he entombed himself into his armor he was much like the other Primarchs, giants among men and carrying a charisma of command. Valus was no exception being about the same height of his brothers but noticeably more broad and muscled. What is more notable is the many cybernetic cables and wires tracing under his flesh, While he is certainly more human than the Techpriests most still believe that he is a leader specific for the Mechanicus though there is very little friendship between the Primarch and the Techpriests of Mars.

Psyker Status: Iota- His powers are small but highly focused, his power revolves entirely around technology granting him deep and intrinsic understanding of almost any technology he obtains. However his power has limits, some ancient Dark Age of Technology relics are beyond his understanding and certain xenos artifacts resist his perception.

Ideology:Valus is a dutiful soldier, crushing the enemies of the Imperium but he has always been resentful of his Father's decree halting his research into Automated combat machines. While he has not exactly stopped his research he has been put in his place by the Emperor and acts as the proper soldier. His goals are not even known to himself really, he is just going through the motions of the great crusade waiting for something to change or waiting for some purpose to arise.

Wargear:
Invincitus Terminator armor: The Invincitus armor is a suit of armor forged by Valus himself integrating dark age of technology relics into the armor to make it nearly unstoppable as the armor has an Ion force shield like that of the Knight titans. Even before the armor plating gets struck he can shrug off apocalyptic firepower.

Iron-Hail: Customized twinlinked Heavy Bolter used as a gauntlet mounted weapon more than able to shred infantry and light vehicles in moments.

Hell-Hammer: The hell hammer is a modified heavy plasma cannon fueled by the relics in the Invincitus. The cannon is mounted on his shoulder as a devastating mortar he can fire into the distance to blast holes in the enemies formations. However it can also be shifted to fire forwards and is more than capable of tearing through a super-heavy tank in mere shot or two.

The Claw of Valus: the Claw is more or less a dreadnought fist attached to his arm with all the force it can generate, crushing heavy infantry in its grasp or smashing a tank into the ground.

Life and Times:Valus fell to the world of Hellheim, a desolate and blasted world torn by civil war between mighty Forge complexes run by a Mechanicus remnant and towering hive cities. Valus was taken in by the Mechanicus and taught Enginseeing becoming, his understanding grew more quickly than any other pupil of the Mechanicus had ever seen but Valus was not drawn to the religious nature of the tech-priests. He began asking questions bout machine intelligence and trying to understand things that the Tech-priests knew was forbidden. The resistance shown to Valus made his learning more difficult but not impossible it took many years extracting tidbits of knowledge near what he was really searching for to glean the answers he wanted. He was still a child to the tech-priests however and was not allowed to do more than carry oil, ask questions and learn the rites of the machine god.

As Valus turned 12 and the Tech-priests could no longer give any real barrier to him, because he knew the rites better than most of his teachers. He attained the full rights of an Enginseer along with several machinery implants to assist him in his duties. This was mostly so he could converse in binary and give him a pair of servo-arms to assist him in his work. Along with his rank however was a laboratory where Valus could conduct his research however he wished so long as he did not delve into the forbidden arts of artificial intelligence or any other Heretek exploration. Valus always skirted the edge of the law gleaning understanding from related but not directly forbidden practices. This changed however after a particularly devastating attack from a nearby hive city crippling many manufactorums in the forge revealing a hidden vault deep within the heart of the forge. Valus climbing down searching for wounded and tech he could sabotage from his rival enginseers found an ancient and broken machine having been slain and locked away for many thousands of years.

The thing he found was a Man of Iron, it was destroyed but it was entombed here very carefully as if every scrap, wire, and rivet was accounted for. Valus took the dead thing and every one of its pieces back to his lab and hid it away. When the forge was working at acceptable efficiency again Valus returned to his studies and to the shattered Man of Iron machine. He quickly understood many parts of it, such as how the joints and skeleton worked or the alloys in the armor plating. However its mind was a mystery to him, He spent months toiling away trying to understand how the thing could think and act. When he found the pieces of machinery that must have been its mind. The technology resisted his best efforts to understand how it worked but it did give him hints. Once he believed there was little he could further learn from the dead machine he decided he had to build his own. Still in secret he built a robot with some level of intelligence of its own, it wasn't even as intelligent as servitor only able to follow a few very simple commands such as move forward and pick up an object. Valus did refine the process until the machines, still only following simple commands could carry them out without direct inputs of individual steps in sequence.

With his machines reasonably capable Valus launched a Coup on the forge complex using his machines and a few Enginseers that he had recruited in his time. The forge's servitors and Skitarii where vastly more capable and deadly than the machines Valus made, but he could make them infinitely. Thousands marched from his personal manufactorum at a time taking attritional warfare to its logical conclusion as Valus could make the machines faster than the Skitarii could kill them. Once the Magnos fell and the Forge was under Valus he repurposed every Manufactorum complex into making his simple machines. In mere days hundreds of thousands of them stalked around the forge complex as Valus and his Hereteks refined the machines further, giving them weapons better than simple servo arms to crush and tear. Even a simple Las-gun and blade made each machine a terrible foe when they came in their millions. He launched an all out war on every Hive and Forge around the one he had taken. The losses among his robots was... irrelevant, each could be dragged back to the forge and melted down into ingots ready for the factory lines making thousands of the machines a day. The Hives nor the Forges could stand in his way, Even great Titan god machines could not halt the advance of Valus' machines. They would slaughter the Skitarii protecting the titans and climb into the machine itself killing the crew and shattering components until the Titan fell silent. Valus stayed in his Forge trying to perfect his machines as they did not really think for themselves merely reacted very cleverly to a wide array of inputs but they could easily be out smarted.

Before Valus could find the answers in his quest The Great Crusade fell upon Helheim. The Emperor fearing he had found an enclave of the Men of Iron launched an immediate invasion with Space Marine Legions and Custodes to halt the Men of Iron before they could spread across the galaxy once again. The losses were considerable, Even among the Legions and Custodes. The Emperor knew swiftly that they were not in fact Men of Iron merely an imitation but it still was not a good omen. The Emperor leading Space Marine Legions descended on the Forge where Valus toiled. Valus however did not even know of the invasion as his armies had been dealing with advancing and replenishing losses on thier own for the past year. As the Emperor shattered his way through uncountable hordes of robots he despaired, part of him knew that one of his sons was behind this and he was so close to bringing about another wave of the deadly machines. Even as the Emperor strode into the workshop Valus had been using he wept, dreading that he may have to truly destroy one of his sons and snuff him from the annals of history. Valus was getting so close to actually understanding the broken relic he had found, he was sure and his work so utterly engrossed him that he did not even notice the Emperor walk into the room.

The Man of Iron twitched, Valus smiled to himself, "Yes, that's it! nearly there my friend.." he said before the Emperor sighed looking at is own Son twisted by the Mechanicus implants and so obsessed with something forbidden and dangerous as the Men of Iron. The Emperor inhaled to speak when there was a spark and another twitch from the machine laying on the table followed by a deep static roar of binary from the thing. "No!" shouted the Emperor realizing the dreaded machine had awakened. The Emperor tore it to pieces with his psychic might and ordered the Astartes around him to vaporize what remained, they followed his orders shooting every bolt and wire with plasma so there was no trace save for acrid smoke of ozone and molten metal. Only then, as the machine had been torn asunder did Valus realize anyone was in the room with him. He launched himself at the Emperor in a fit of rage, grabbing and tearing with his multiple servo arms and his swinging with his enhanced strength. "YOU DESTROYED IT! MY WORK!" shouted Valus blind with fury, the Emperor dodged and parried Valus easily until the Primarch could be subdued by the Astartes that would become his own legion. "My son, what you created was one of the greatest scourge this galaxy has ever known. Come we must talk"

Other: Anything that doesn't fit into a specific section, but bare's talking about.

Legion

Knights of Iron

Legion Number: V
Legion Strength: 150,000
Homeworld: Helheim was a Hive world on the verge of being a Forge world, all that stopped the transition was the dark age of technology and a long civil war between the hive cities and their factories against the Forges run by the Forgemasters of Helheim. It is a desolate and scarred place were very little of the natural world has survived thousands of years of warfare and whole sale strip mining. Mile after mile of the planet has been turned into a toxic wasteland filled with slag heaps and foul industrial runoff, What is not wasteland is a scarred no-mans land between the hives and Forges pockmarked with shell craters and ancient ruins of long dead Titan god machines.

Favoured Legion Tactics: Unceasing siege tactics, the Knights have the numbers and material support to crush any fortress or defensive line. Their tactics are brutally simple and very much like that of the Imperial Army of trench warfare and artillery bombardment. The Knights never actually being the equal of other Astartes their tactics are more simple but no less brutal in their efficacy. Though worlds conquered by the knights are often left in ruin.

Legion Leadership: The legion is actually quite fractious, few of the knights hold deep loyalty to the legion and are more tightly bound to their company or world of origin. A dozen clans exist in the Legion each bound together for different reasons.

Sons of steel: Forge masters, the only clan truly loyal to the Primarch and legion. Every one of them are Tech marines with extensive augments such as servo arms and mechanical organs, and the only clan who can communicate in binary. The Sons of Steel are those who run the Forges on the legion Battle Barge and Forge ships
Knights Vagabond: The largest clan comprised of several companies who's worlds were taken by the knights. They are more or less the Infantry of the legion. Their loyalty is to each other and not the legion nor Primarch, but their training and loyalty to the Imperium allows them to endure their service to the legion
Vassals of Valus: A small clan who came from feudal worlds and feel loyalty to the Primarch by right of conquest and do not hate him for his success on the battlefield. The clan contains most of the Armored units and command the majority of tanks and artillery in the legion.
Iron Claws: Taken from savage worlds, these warriors are scouts and infiltrator specialists. While the clan respects the primarch for his strength and power their loyalty shifts to whichever clan pleases them at the time.
Blood Wolves: Another clan of Savages who only fight with the legion for the opportunity for bloodshed and to raze glorious fortresses with their might.
The Serpentis: The Serpentis clan are not of a singular type of world but a collection of individuals of the Medicae and Apothecarium. Their loyalty is to the legion soldiers and keeping the warriors alive but are displeased with the Primarch for his wasteful tactics getting many Knights of Iron killed.
The Crow: This clan are a tiny clan but with great power, each are psykers and fulfill the role of Libraium. They are loyal to the Primarch and Legion due to the extensive training and indoctrination they receive for being psykers.
Warlords of Cathos This clan comes from the Empire of Cathos that was subjugated by the Knights fairly early in the Crusade and had taken so many from this empire that they have become their own clan, They are widely dispersed among the legion but many of the clan are in leadership roles as they are one of the older clans, however the highest ranks are reserved for the Sons of Steel in most cases.
The Unbowed: The clan is the only clan that is openly resentful of their place in the legion, thus they are never more than standard line infantry and only fight for the legion due to their duty to the imperium rather than ties to the legion. They believe their world of Garum never surrendered to Valus and they should not be a part of his legion. This is not strictly true however, the world tried to surrender multiple times but Valus ignored the plea and continued his war well past the point of victory into cruelty and barbarism. The Emperor himself rebuked Valus for his action on the world.
The Lost Clan The Lost clan is one Rumored to have existed some time before, Some believe it used to be the Terran Astartes the comprised the legion before Valus was found but the clan has been destroyed. Rumors state that either the clan was destroyed from within in a brief and quiet civil war but others think the former Terran Astartes were sent into the most dangerous and suicidal missions until there were none left.

Notable Legion Members:
Faris Cain Captain of the 1st company, Leader of the Sons of Steel, and right hand of Valus. Faris is one of the few who are deeply loyal to the Primarch and fight for his glory. However he is privy and supportive of the dark secrets Valus works towards in creating great and powerful machines with intelligence.

Athros Kall Captain of the 3rd company, Leader of the Knights Vagabond. Athros is one of the few Knights Vagabond who has climbed the ranks of the Legion through utter perfection in duty and ability. Athros is one of the only non-Sons of Steel who is directly respected by Valus and his input is heeded if infrequently. As the leader of the largest clan he commands great respect through out the legion.

Ulor Dawn Captain of the 8th company, Warlord of Cathos. Ulor is one of the oldest Knight of Iron in the legion aside from those recruited before his empire fell, he has clawed his way up the ranks and uses his position to influence the Primarch to help protect his clan.

Vorac Jor Lord of the Apothecarium and master of the Serpentis, Vorac is often the one raising complaints at the Legion's tactics as wasteful brawls and grueling siege trying desperately to protect the legion from the uncaring Primarch.

Wulric Kvoz Captain and Forge Master of the Legion Forge Ship 'World Eater' and Son of Steel. Wulric is the Astartes who runs the immense forges on the ship that supply the legion with the bullets and armor for their bloody crusade, and every captian knows it, Wulric commands nearly as much power and respect as the Primarch himself.
Inspirations:

Assigned Armies:
1st - 15th Regiment of Rust
85th Terran Imperial Army
Legio Victorum (Titan Legion of Hellheim)
Legio Apocalypse (Titan Legion of Hellheim)

Other: The Legion's vast numbers are due to the cruelty of their recruitment. While there are many Astartes taken from their home world the majority of the Knights are not, most are boys taken from conquered worlds. After successful conquest every boy of the proper age are taken by the Knights of Iron and tested, those who fail either become Legion serfs or shunted to the Imperial army as Regiments of Rust who follow the Legion and fight as conscripts to be thrown into battle with little regard.

Warhammer 30,000: A New Heresy

Ok i think this is actually complete

Primarch

Valus The Siege Smith

Appearance: Valus has been entombed inside his armor which is a drastically modified suit of Terminator armor with many weapons and servo arms attached to it. The armor is unadorned and largely unpainted except for the legion sigils and the legion colors painted onto the pauldrons. Before he entombed himself into his armor he was much like the other Primarchs, giants among men and carrying a charisma of command. Valus was no exception being about the same height of his brothers but noticeably more broad and muscled. What is more notable is the many cybernetic cables and wires tracing under his flesh, While he is certainly more human than the Techpriests most still believe that he is a leader specific for the Mechanicus though there is very little friendship between the Primarch and the Techpriests of Mars.

Psyker Status: Iota- His powers are small but highly focused, his power revolves entirely around technology granting him deep and intrinsic understanding of almost any technology he obtains. However his power has limits, some ancient Dark Age of Technology relics are beyond his understanding and certain xenos artifacts resist his perception.

Ideology:Valus is a dutiful soldier, crushing the enemies of the Imperium but he has always been resentful of his Father's decree halting his research into Automated combat machines. While he has not exactly stopped his research he has been put in his place by the Emperor and acts as the proper soldier. His goals are not even known to himself really, he is just going through the motions of the great crusade waiting for something to change or waiting for some purpose to arise.

Wargear:
Invincitus Terminator armor: The Invincitus armor is a suit of armor forged by Valus himself integrating dark age of technology relics into the armor to make it nearly unstoppable as the armor has an Ion force shield like that of the Knight titans. Even before the armor plating gets struck he can shrug off apocalyptic firepower.

Iron-Hail: Customized twinlinked Heavy Bolter used as a gauntlet mounted weapon more than able to shred infantry and light vehicles in moments.

Hell-Hammer: The hell hammer is a modified heavy plasma cannon fueled by the relics in the Invincitus. The cannon is mounted on his shoulder as a devastating mortar he can fire into the distance to blast holes in the enemies formations. However it can also be shifted to fire forwards and is more than capable of tearing through a super-heavy tank in mere shot or two.

The Claw of Valus: the Claw is more or less a dreadnought fist attached to his arm with all the force it can generate, crushing heavy infantry in its grasp or smashing a tank into the ground.

Life and Times:Valus fell to the world of Hellheim, a desolate and blasted world torn by civil war between mighty Forge complexes run by a Mechanicus remnant and towering hive cities. Valus was taken in by the Mechanicus and taught Enginseeing becoming, his understanding grew more quickly than any other pupil of the Mechanicus had ever seen but Valus was not drawn to the religious nature of the tech-priests. He began asking questions bout machine intelligence and trying to understand things that the Tech-priests knew was forbidden. The resistance shown to Valus made his learning more difficult but not impossible it took many years extracting tidbits of knowledge near what he was really searching for to glean the answers he wanted. He was still a child to the tech-priests however and was not allowed to do more than carry oil, ask questions and learn the rites of the machine god.

As Valus turned 12 and the Tech-priests could no longer give any real barrier to him, because he knew the rites better than most of his teachers. He attained the full rights of an Enginseer along with several machinery implants to assist him in his duties. This was mostly so he could converse in binary and give him a pair of servo-arms to assist him in his work. Along with his rank however was a laboratory where Valus could conduct his research however he wished so long as he did not delve into the forbidden arts of artificial intelligence or any other Heretek exploration. Valus always skirted the edge of the law gleaning understanding from related but not directly forbidden practices. This changed however after a particularly devastating attack from a nearby hive city crippling many manufactorums in the forge revealing a hidden vault deep within the heart of the forge. Valus climbing down searching for wounded and tech he could sabotage from his rival enginseers found an ancient and broken machine having been slain and locked away for many thousands of years.

The thing he found was a Man of Iron, it was destroyed but it was entombed here very carefully as if every scrap, wire, and rivet was accounted for. Valus took the dead thing and every one of its pieces back to his lab and hid it away. When the forge was working at acceptable efficiency again Valus returned to his studies and to the shattered Man of Iron machine. He quickly understood many parts of it, such as how the joints and skeleton worked or the alloys in the armor plating. However its mind was a mystery to him, He spent months toiling away trying to understand how the thing could think and act. When he found the pieces of machinery that must have been its mind. The technology resisted his best efforts to understand how it worked but it did give him hints. Once he believed there was little he could further learn from the dead machine he decided he had to build his own. Still in secret he built a robot with some level of intelligence of its own, it wasn't even as intelligent as servitor only able to follow a few very simple commands such as move forward and pick up an object. Valus did refine the process until the machines, still only following simple commands could carry them out without direct inputs of individual steps in sequence.

With his machines reasonably capable Valus launched a Coup on the forge complex using his machines and a few Enginseers that he had recruited in his time. The forge's servitors and Skitarii where vastly more capable and deadly than the machines Valus made, but he could make them infinitely. Thousands marched from his personal manufactorum at a time taking attritional warfare to its logical conclusion as Valus could make the machines faster than the Skitarii could kill them. Once the Magnos fell and the Forge was under Valus he repurposed every Manufactorum complex into making his simple machines. In mere days hundreds of thousands of them stalked around the forge complex as Valus and his Hereteks refined the machines further, giving them weapons better than simple servo arms to crush and tear. Even a simple Las-gun and blade made each machine a terrible foe when they came in their millions. He launched an all out war on every Hive and Forge around the one he had taken. The losses among his robots was... irrelevant, each could be dragged back to the forge and melted down into ingots ready for the factory lines making thousands of the machines a day. The Hives nor the Forges could stand in his way, Even great Titan god machines could not halt the advance of Valus' machines. They would slaughter the Skitarii protecting the titans and climb into the machine itself killing the crew and shattering components until the Titan fell silent. Valus stayed in his Forge trying to perfect his machines as they did not really think for themselves merely reacted very cleverly to a wide array of inputs but they could easily be out smarted.

Before Valus could find the answers in his quest The Great Crusade fell upon Helheim. The Emperor fearing he had found an enclave of the Men of Iron launched an immediate invasion with Space Marine Legions and Custodes to halt the Men of Iron before they could spread across the galaxy once again. The losses were considerable, Even among the Legions and Custodes. The Emperor knew swiftly that they were not in fact Men of Iron merely an imitation but it still was not a good omen. The Emperor leading Space Marine Legions descended on the Forge where Valus toiled. Valus however did not even know of the invasion as his armies had been dealing with advancing and replenishing losses on thier own for the past year. As the Emperor shattered his way through uncountable hordes of robots he despaired, part of him knew that one of his sons was behind this and he was so close to bringing about another wave of the deadly machines. Even as the Emperor strode into the workshop Valus had been using he wept, dreading that he may have to truly destroy one of his sons and snuff him from the annals of history. Valus was getting so close to actually understanding the broken relic he had found, he was sure and his work so utterly engrossed him that he did not even notice the Emperor walk into the room.

The Man of Iron twitched, Valus smiled to himself, "Yes, that's it! nearly there my friend.." he said before the Emperor sighed looking at is own Son twisted by the Mechanicus implants and so obsessed with something forbidden and dangerous as the Men of Iron. The Emperor inhaled to speak when there was a spark and another twitch from the machine laying on the table followed by a deep static roar of binary from the thing. "No!" shouted the Emperor realizing the dreaded machine had awakened. The Emperor tore it to pieces with his psychic might and ordered the Astartes around him to vaporize what remained, they followed his orders shooting every bolt and wire with plasma so there was no trace save for acrid smoke of ozone and molten metal. Only then, as the machine had been torn asunder did Valus realize anyone was in the room with him. He launched himself at the Emperor in a fit of rage, grabbing and tearing with his multiple servo arms and his swinging with his enhanced strength. "YOU DESTROYED IT! MY WORK!" shouted Valus blind with fury, the Emperor dodged and parried Valus easily until the Primarch could be subdued by the Astartes that would become his own legion. "My son, what you created was one of the greatest scourge this galaxy has ever known. Come we must talk"

Other: Anything that doesn't fit into a specific section, but bare's talking about.

Legion

Knights of Iron

Legion Number: V
Legion Strength: 150,000
Homeworld: Helheim was a Hive world on the verge of being a Forge world, all that stopped the transition was the dark age of technology and a long civil war between the hive cities and their factories against the Forges run by the Forgemasters of Helheim. It is a desolate and scarred place were very little of the natural world has survived thousands of years of warfare and whole sale strip mining. Mile after mile of the planet has been turned into a toxic wasteland filled with slag heaps and foul industrial runoff, What is not wasteland is a scarred no-mans land between the hives and Forges pockmarked with shell craters and ancient ruins of long dead Titan god machines.

Favoured Legion Tactics: Unceasing siege tactics, the Knights have the numbers and material support to crush any fortress or defensive line. Their tactics are brutally simple and very much like that of the Imperial Army of trench warfare and artillery bombardment. The Knights never actually being the equal of other Astartes their tactics are more simple but no less brutal in their efficacy. Though worlds conquered by the knights are often left in ruin.

Legion Leadership: The legion is actually quite fractious, few of the knights hold deep loyalty to the legion and are more tightly bound to their company or world of origin. A dozen clans exist in the Legion each bound together for different reasons.

Sons of steel: Forge masters, the only clan truly loyal to the Primarch and legion. Every one of them are Tech marines with extensive augments such as servo arms and mechanical organs, and the only clan who can communicate in binary. The Sons of Steel are those who run the Forges on the legion Battle Barge and Forge ships
Knights Vagabond: The largest clan comprised of several companies who's worlds were taken by the knights. They are more or less the Infantry of the legion. Their loyalty is to each other and not the legion nor Primarch, but their training and loyalty to the Imperium allows them to endure their service to the legion
Vassals of Valus: A small clan who came from feudal worlds and feel loyalty to the Primarch by right of conquest and do not hate him for his success on the battlefield. The clan contains most of the Armored units and command the majority of tanks and artillery in the legion.
Iron Claws: Taken from savage worlds, these warriors are scouts and infiltrator specialists. While the clan respects the primarch for his strength and power their loyalty shifts to whichever clan pleases them at the time.
Blood Wolves: Another clan of Savages who only fight with the legion for the opportunity for bloodshed and to raze glorious fortresses with their might.
The Serpentis: The Serpentis clan are not of a singular type of world but a collection of individuals of the Medicae and Apothecarium. Their loyalty is to the legion soldiers and keeping the warriors alive but are displeased with the Primarch for his wasteful tactics getting many Knights of Iron killed.
The Crow: This clan are a tiny clan but with great power, each are psykers and fulfill the role of Libraium. They are loyal to the Primarch and Legion due to the extensive training and indoctrination they receive for being psykers.
Warlords of Cathos This clan comes from the Empire of Cathos that was subjugated by the Knights fairly early in the Crusade and had taken so many from this empire that they have become their own clan, They are widely dispersed among the legion but many of the clan are in leadership roles as they are one of the older clans, however the highest ranks are reserved for the Sons of Steel in most cases.
The Unbowed: The clan is the only clan that is openly resentful of their place in the legion, thus they are never more than standard line infantry and only fight for the legion due to their duty to the imperium rather than ties to the legion. They believe their world of Garum never surrendered to Valus and they should not be a part of his legion. This is not strictly true however, the world tried to surrender multiple times but Valus ignored the plea and continued his war well past the point of victory into cruelty and barbarism. The Emperor himself rebuked Valus for his action on the world.
The Lost Clan The Lost clan is one Rumored to have existed some time before, Some believe it used to be the Terran Astartes the comprised the legion before Valus was found but the clan has been destroyed. Rumors state that either the clan was destroyed from within in a brief and quiet civil war but others think the former Terran Astartes were sent into the most dangerous and suicidal missions until there were none left.

Notable Legion Members:
Faris Cain Captain of the 1st company, Leader of the Sons of Steel, and right hand of Valus. Faris is one of the few who are deeply loyal to the Primarch and fight for his glory. However he is privy and supportive of the dark secrets Valus works towards in creating great and powerful machines with intelligence.

Athros Kall Captain of the 3rd company, Leader of the Knights Vagabond. Athros is one of the few Knights Vagabond who has climbed the ranks of the Legion through utter perfection in duty and ability. Athros is one of the only non-Sons of Steel who is directly respected by Valus and his input is heeded if infrequently. As the leader of the largest clan he commands great respect through out the legion.

Ulor Dawn Captain of the 8th company, Warlord of Cathos. Ulor is one of the oldest Knight of Iron in the legion aside from those recruited before his empire fell, he has clawed his way up the ranks and uses his position to influence the Primarch to help protect his clan.

Vorac Jor Lord of the Apothecarium and master of the Serpentis, Vorac is often the one raising complaints at the Legion's tactics as wasteful brawls and grueling siege trying desperately to protect the legion from the uncaring Primarch.

Wulric Kvoz Captain and Forge Master of the Legion Forge Ship 'World Eater' and Son of Steel. Wulric is the Astartes who runs the immense forges on the ship that supply the legion with the bullets and armor for their bloody crusade, and every captian knows it, Wulric commands nearly as much power and respect as the Primarch himself.
Inspirations:

Assigned Armies:
1st - 15th Regiment of Rust
85th Terran Imperial Army
Legio Victorum (Titan Legion of Hellheim)
Legio Apocalypse (Titan Legion of Hellheim)

Other: The Legion's vast numbers are due to the cruelty of their recruitment. While there are many Astartes taken from their home world the majority of the Knights are not, most are boys taken from conquered worlds. After successful conquest every boy of the proper age are taken by the Knights of Iron and tested, those who fail either become Legion serfs or shunted to the Imperial army as Regiments of Rust who follow the Legion and fight as conscripts to be thrown into battle with little regard.

Warhammer 30,000: A New Heresy

Primarch

Valus The Siege Smith

Appearance: Valus has been entombed inside his armor which is a drastically modified suit of Terminator armor with many weapons and servo arms attached to it. The armor is unadorned and largely unpainted except for the legion sigils and the legion colors painted onto the pauldrons. Before he entombed himself into his armor he was much like the other Primarchs, giants among men and carrying a charisma of command. Valus was no exception being about the same height of his brothers but noticeably more broad and muscled. What is more notable is the many cybernetic cables and wires tracing under his flesh, While he is certainly more human than the Techpriests most still believe that he is a leader specific for the Mechanicus though there is very little friendship between the Primarch and the Techpriests of Mars.

Psyker Status: Iota- His powers are small but highly focused, his power revolves entirely around technology granting him deep and intrinsic understanding of almost any technology he obtains. However his power has limits, some ancient Dark Age of Technology relics are beyond his understanding and certain xenos artifacts resist his perception.

Ideology:Valus is a dutiful soldier, crushing the enemies of the Imperium but he has always been resentful of his Father's decree halting his research into Automated combat machines. While he has not exactly stopped his research he has been put in his place by the Emperor and acts as the proper soldier. His goals are not even known to himself really, he is just going through the motions of the great crusade wating for something to change or waiting for some purpose to arise.

Wargear:
Invincitus Terminator armor: The Invincitus armor is a suit of armor forged by Valus himself integrating dark age of technology relics into the armor to make it nearly unstoppable as the armor has an Ion force shield like that of the Knight titans. Even before the armor plating gets struck he can shrug off apocalyptic firepower.

Iron-Hail: Customized twinlinked Heavy Bolter used as a gauntlet mounted weapon more than able to shred infantry and light vehicles in moments.

Hell-Hammer: The hell hammer is a modified heavy plasma cannon fueled by the relics in the Invincitus. The cannon is mounted on his shoulder as a devastating mortar he can fire into the distance to blast holes in the enemies formations. However it can also be shifted to fire forwards and is more than capable of tearing through a super-heavy tank in mere shot or two.

The Claw of Valus: the Claw is more or less a dreadnought fist attached to his arm with all the force it can generate, cushing heavy infantry in its grasp or smashing a tank into the ground.

Life and Times:Valus fell to the world of Hellheim, a desolate and blasted world torn by civil war between mighty Forge complexes run by a Mechanicus remnant and towering hive cities. Valus was taken in by the Mechanicus and taught Enginseeing becoming, his understanding grew more quickly than any other pupil of the Mechanicus had ever seen but Valus was not drawn to the religious nature of the tech-priests. He began asking questions bout machine intelligence and trying to understand things that the Tech-priests knew was forbidden. The resistance shown to Valus made his learning more difficult but not impossible it took many years extracting tidbits of knowledge near what he was really searching for to glean the answers he wanted. He was still a child to the tech-priests however and was not allowed to do more than carry oil, ask questions and learn the rites of the machine god.

As Valus turned 12 and the Tech-priests could no longer give any real barrier to him, because he knew the rites better than most of his teachers. He attained the full rights of an Enginseer along with several machinery implants to assist him in his duties. This was mostly so he could converse in binary and give him a pair of servo-arms to assist him in his work. Along with his rank however was a laboratory where Valus could conduct his research however he wished so long as he did not delve into the forbidden arts of artificial intelligence or any other Heretek exploration. Valus always skirted the edge of the law gleaning understanding from related but not directly forbidden practices. This changed however after a particularly devastating attack from a nearby hive city crippling many manufactorums in the forge revealing a hidden vault deep within the heart of the forge. Valus climbing down searching for wounded and tech he could sabotage from his rival enginseers found an ancient and broken machine having been slain and locked away for many thousands of years.

The thing he found was a Man of Iron, it was destroyed but it was entombed here very carefully as if every scrap, wire, and rivet was accounted for. Valus took the dead thing and every one of its pieces back to his lab and hid it away. When the forge was working at acceptable efficiency again Valus returned to his studies and to the shattered Man of Iron machine. He quickly understood many parts of it, such as how the joints and skeleton worked or the alloys in the armor plating. However its mind was a mystery to him, He spent months toiling away trying to understand how the thing could think and act. When he found the pieces of machinery that must have been its mind. The technology resisted his best efforts to understand how it worked but it did give him hints. Once he believed there was little he could further learn from the dead machine he decided he had to build his own. Still in secret he built a robot with some level of intelligence of its own, it wasn't even as intelligent as servitor only able to follow a few very simple commands such as move forward and pick up an object. Valus did refine the process until the machines, still only following simple commands could carry them out without direct inputs of individual steps in sequence.

With his machines reasonably capable Valus launched a Coup on the forge complex using his machines and a few Enginseers that he had recruited in his time. The forge's servitors and Skitarii where vastly more capable and deadly than the machines Valus made, but he could make them infinitely. Thousands marched from his personal manufactorum at a time taking attritional warfare to its logical conclusion as Valus could make the machines faster than the Skitarii could kill them. Once the Magnos fell and the Forge was under Valus he repurposed every Manufactorum complex into making his simple machines. In mere days hundreds of thousands of them stalked around the forge complex as Valus and his Hereteks refined the machines further, giving them weapons better than simple servo arms to crush and tear. Even a simple Las-gun and blade made each machine a terrible foe when they came in their millions. He launched an all out war on every Hive and Forge around the one he had taken. The losses among his robots was... irrelevant, each could be dragged back to the forge and melted down into ingots ready for the factory lines making thousands of the machines a day. The Hives nor the Forges could stand in his way, Even great Titan god machines could not halt the advance of Valus' machines. They would slaughter the Skitarii protecting the titans and climb into the machine itself killing the crew and shattering components until the Titan fell silent. Valus stayed in his Forge trying to perfect his machines as they did not really think for themselves merely reacted very cleverly to a wide array of inputs but they could easily be out smarted.

Before Valus could find the answers in his quest The Great Crusade fell upon Helheim. The Emperor fearing he had found an enclave of the Men of Iron launched an immediate invasion with Space Marine Legions and Custodes to halt the Men of Iron before they could spread across the galaxy once again. The losses were considerable, Even among the Legions and Custodes. The Emperor knew swiftly that they were not in fact Men of Iron merely an imitation but it still was not a good omen. The Emperor leading Space Marine Legions descended on the Forge where Valus toiled. Valus however did not even know of the invasion as his armies had been dealing with advancing and replenishing losses on thier own for the past year. As the Emperor shattered his way through uncountable hordes of robots he despaired, part of him knew that one of his sons was behind this and he was so close to bringing about another wave of the deadly machines. Even as the Emperor strode into the workshop Valus had been using he wept, dreading that he may have to truly destroy one of his sons and snuff him from the annals of history. Valus was getting so close to actually understanding the broken relic he had found, he was sure and his work so utterly engrossed him that he did not even notice the Emperor walk into the room.

The Man of Iron twitched, Valus smiled to himself, "Yes, that's it! nearly there my friend.." he said before the Emperor sighed looking at is own Son twisted by the Mechanicus implants and so obsessed with something forbidden and dangerous as the Men of Iron. The Emperor inhaled to speak when there was a spark and another twitch from the machine laying on the table followed by a deep static roar of binary from the thing. "No!" shouted the Emperor realizing the dreaded machine had awakened. The Emperor tore it to pieces with his psychic might and ordered the Astartes around him to vaporize what remained, they followed his orders shooting every bold and wire with plasma so there was no trace save for acrid smoke of ozone and molten metal. Only then, as the machine had been torn asunder did Valus realize anyone was in the room with him. He launched himself at the Emperor in a fit of rage, grabbing and tearing with his multiple servo arms and his swinging with his enhanced strength. "YOU DESTROYED IT! MY WORK!" shouted Valus blind with fury, the Emperor dodged and parried Valus easily until the Primarch could be subdued by the Astartes that would become his own legion. "My son, what you created was one of the greatest scourge this galaxy has ever known. Come we must talk"

Other: Anything that doesn't fit into a specific section, but bare's talking about.

Legion

Knights of Iron

Legion Number: V
Legion Strength: 150,000
Homeworld: Helheim was a Hive world on the verge of being a Forge world, all that stopped the transition was the dark age of technology and a long civil war between the hive cities and their factories against the Forges run by the Forgemasters of Helheim. It is a desolate and scarred place were very little of the natural world has survived thousands of years of warfare and whole sale strip mining. Mile after mile of the planet has been turned into a toxic wasteland filled with slag heaps and foul industrial runoff, What is not wasteland is a scarred no-mans land between the hives and Forges pockmarked with shell craters and ancient ruins of long dead Titan god machines.
Favoured Legion Tactics: General overview of how the Legion does battle. Try to have at least a paragraph.
Legion Leadership: Of course, the Primarch is at the top, but what specialist leadership positions are there? E.G. The Thousand Sons have the different Cults such as the Corvidae and Pyrae. Just a quick view on how the Legion's leadership is organized.
Notable Legion Members: A few colourful characters that belong to the Legion.
Inspirations: Every Legion is based off of SOMETHING from history or popular media. Such as the Ultramarines based on the Romans, the Space Wolves on the Vikings and the Thousand Sons and Necrons currently waging that court battle to see who gets the "Space Egyptian" moniker.
Assigned Armies: During the Great Crusade, Legions rarely travelled by themselves. They would create armies from those worlds that they conquered to use as shocktroopers or line-holders. Feel free to go nuts with this.
Other: Anything i have forgotten.

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

Kargut had several hours to entertain himself while he waited for night fall, So naturally he gravitated to his particular idiom. He was collecting explosives. The guardsmen often had a grenade or two that he could rig up into something exciting. The dozens of guard that they had killed earlier today had plenty for him to tinker with. As the small skirmishes happened around the orky position Kargut was shuffling through collecting explosives, and brutalizing any survivors naturally. As darkness fell he had accomplished his goal to cover their breakout, or more accurately making some hilariously dangerous devices to detonate to cause havoc and mayhem as they left. He placed several around the area they had been occupying earlier today and had left several scattered around the jungle encroaching on the Imperial encirclement. It would be a Roight boom.

Kargut joined the boss and his little crew just as the boss was outlining his plan, Kargut however had a new flourish to his ensemble. He was carrying a many Imperial Guard packs filled with grenades and lasgun power packs rigged to a detonator. If he exploded right now it would more than likely kill everyone present and everything several meters from where he stood. While exciting that wasn't the plan, he would be covering their rear with fire and shrapnel. Making it look like they were attacking the encirclement at a half-dozen different spots all at once so the puny humies didnt know which direction they went until morning at least.

The Boss singled him out, which was annoying, he was plenty Stelfy and cunnin' he was sure. Honestly he was a Kommando like everyone else, so obviously he was stelfy and cunnin'. It was fine, his plan was extra cunnin' an' brutal, the boss would see that and so would the others. He didn't really tell anyone his plan, he was a mad bomber after all, though his skulking about and the lack of explosions over the last few hours would probably be a good indication that he was up to something.

As they drew up to the Imperial line the Boss indicated where they were near the humie lines and had everyone get their choppas and silenced shootas, Silenced Shootas! it was blasphemy against Gork... Or possibly Mork, either way a shoota wasnt supposed to be quiet the idea bothered Kargut but he didnt say anything, just laying down one of the imperial packs and twisting a dial that armed the detonator and linked it to the trigger he carried.

Da Bolta git was all pumped to get to the Imperial lines, Kargut was too, but not quite to the same degree. He couldnt use his bombs because they were all kinds of noisy, and his tank hammer wasn't really much quieter so he would follow everyone else in and leave his presents around so they could make sure the puny humies wouldn't follow them.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Ga'Duk

The plague ridden Ogryn had been on the ship for days having crashed into it before aboard his small shuttle spinning through the warp. The shuttle had not driven deep into the ship and done inconsequential damage. He wandered and eventually found the engineering section where slaves and mutants drove the engines, the engineering section was filthy and the crew such as it was were as well. Ga'Duk and his beast took residence is a compartment near engineering. He, and his beast preyed on the gibbering slaves working in engineering though the losses where unimportant, as the insane cultists would die through various means regardless. His daemon was oddly silent through this endeavor seemingly waiting for something to change.

The daemon and the beast felt the transition into real space though Ga'duk hardly noticed and cared even less. As the ship flew to its new orbit around Skuberrima the pair grew restless, killing more of the mutants and cultists aboard the ship to the point that the task masters began to grow curious about the disappearances. However before they could muster the courage to call in a security team or raise their concerns with their mistress Ga'duk decided to leave at the urging of the daemon in his skull.

'Its time Ogryn, to meet your new boss' said Viron into his mind even as the conversation in Krynne's lounge took place. "New boss? What new boss Vron?" replied Ga'duk out loud to the daemon in his mind, he hadn't had a boss really since he was sent to that space hulk years ago though the prospect eased his troubled mind, all this thinking for himself was exhausting. 'Yes, Grandfather Nurgle needs someone to balance the forces here and you my brute are his token on the field.' explains the daemon.

"... what?" says the Ogryn stopping to puzzle out the daemons words. 'Nurgle needs you to work for the new boss here' dumbing down whats happening for the Ogryn "Mmmmm ok. I works for Da Papa Nurgle, sos i works for da new boss" he says nodding. "GOBBLES! WE GOTS A NEW BOSS" the Ogryn bellows calling his partner so the pair can go to meet this new boss. The Beast charges the Ogyrn in their ritual of greeting, tackling the brute to the ground so he can get up and drag the monstrosity with him. Ga'duk grabs the chain wrapped around the creature's neck as a leash and goes off to find this new boss at the direction of the daemon.

He wanders the ship for a couple of hours getting lost several times as he didn't really understand the daemon's directions most of the time but eventually finds the rich lounge he was slowly being led to. The Ogryn stomps into the lounge looking obscenely out of place compared to the opulent surroundings, His grossly bloated and disease marred flesh making him look like a foul parody of humanity. Rusted and rent armor hanging off of him in tattered scraps exposing life threatening wounds where maggots crawl feasting off his putrid flesh. A rusted and pitted battleaxe scrapes the floor as he drags it along with him, sparks and flakes of rust forming where it scratches the floor. His beast is no less foul, a huge slug like monster just as putrid and bloated as its master drags itself along behind Ga'duk a mass of tentacles questing out searching for someone or something to play with.

The Ogryn stands in a rapidly growing clearing as everyone tries to get away from the pair disgusted by their very aspect. Ga'duk stares at the throne, his face hidden by a helm coated in rust. Unfortunately he doesn't seem to know what to do or say next because he is supposed to be the one getting orders not socializing. The daemon however breaks the awkward tension speaking through Ga'duk. The holes in his helm glow a sickly green as the daemon speaks "Euromulus Krynne, The forces of Decay send this humble servant to aid you in your quest." Before anyone has a chance to react or reply the Beast of Nurgle throws itself at a cowering group of slaves and Ga'duk strains against the chain using every ounce of his immense strength to keep the beast from devouring Krynne's servants.

The Ogryn shouts and scolds the putrid beast as if it where a disobedient puppy "NO! Gobbles. Gobbles! You stop! GOBBLES!" After the tirade and the beast settling down looking rather sullen that it couldn't play with these new people Ga'duk looks towards Euromulus Krynne "Uh, What do now Boss?"

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

So little love for papa Nurgle. Pretty sure it so far lol

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Gobbles the Beast of Nurgle is up on my CS in the character tab What do yall think?

@Bloodrose Is that an acceptable monster?