Editing Negators (section)

=Notable Individuals=
==Davidian Knights==

* '''Voivode Aglovale Tor:''' Not a Negator through the geneseed of Aodhán, Aglovale's chapter of origin is lost to the mists of time, and few are willing to risk bringing shame upon their Brothers by revealing his genefather. In the distant past, Aglovale defied his Chapter Master over some act of dishonour, and was cast out of his chapter. Without direction, he turned to the Paladins of Kor, becoming a Knight Errant of their order. How he came to be disillusioned with the Imperial remnants remains a mystery, but something prompted him into a bloody betrayal of the Errant vows during the Ninth Crusade. Now truly alone, Aglovale traveled the stars as a blackshield, offering mercenary services to all those who would accept him. Eventually, his travels lead him to service under the Negators, and his skills granted him a place in their ranks. His flagrant disregard for injury and relentless nature quickly propelled him to eminence, and he was personally knighted by the Legion's Primarch. Aglovale cuts an intimating figure, clad from head to toe in unadorned, black armour, the glow of his Warp-frenzied eyes burning behind his visor. His Warband is characterized by its tenacity and stoicism, less prone to re-positioning than most Negators forces. His fleet is often reported to be reaving the occluded passage where Protectorate and Storm Kingdom borders press closest against one another, scourging worlds on either side of the divide, and he has a special interest in testing the mettle of other Errants.

* '''Voivode Neirin of Uhulis:''' Born on the fertile world of Krieg, Neirin rose to his current position from the very underbelly of the Negators' hierarchy. He, along with many of his fellow colonists, were taken from Krieg in a slave raid. Neirin's youth was a desperate struggle for survival - first in the pits of Commorragh, then on the battlefield as a Potentiate. He survived these trials and was inducted into the Legion. Almost a millennia later, there is little left of the boy from Krieg. Neirin is a shrewd, possessive creature, with a penchant for 'hammer and anvil' tactics, utilizing a great number of Assault Marines paired with armoured battalions and Terminators. He is uncharacteristic of most Negators in that his warband does not roam widely. Instead, he has secured his home sector of Uhulis under an iron grip, and defends it viciously against outsiders. Not one for ostentation, Neirin strides across the battlefield in a modified suit of Terminator armour, the aesthetic touches preferred by many of his fellow Voivode sacrificed in favour of limited jump-jet capability. His battlefield ethos is overwhelming durability matched with overwhelming firepower - he carries a pair of underslung Void Lances in one hand, wielding a notoriously lethal volkite hammer in the other, his shoulders mounted with a set of twin-linked Pulse-Disintegrators. Isolationist and highly belligerent, Neirin has recently achieved a level of bitter infamy among the Traitor Legions for firing indiscriminately on both Traitors and Loyalists over the course of the 13th Crusade, though reports from within the Uhulis region indicate that most worlds within the sector think of him as a guardian angel of sorts.

* '''Voivode Guiscard Daire:''' A recent addition to the Circle (by Davidian standards), Guiscard is a mere nine centuries in age. A life defined by adversity, enterprise, and no small amount of luck, Guiscard was born among the human population of Dún Scáith, to a serf community descended from captured pilgrims. He was steeped in the bloody culture of the Negators Legion from birth, and was quick-witted and fortunate enough to be picked out as a squire. Eventually put through the trials of Commorragh's gladiator pits, Guiscard was initiated fully into the Legion early in his life. His time among the trophies and war-memorials of his former masters, now Brothers, has remained with him, and Guiscard is to this day a compulsive hoarder. Merry and sly, the Warlord roams the stars in search of plunder - the rarer and more esoteric the better. Inundated with greater personal wealth than any man could spend even given a thousand lifetimes, Guiscard's search is an endless one, doomed to go on into eternity, for the void in the Astartes' soul can never be filled. He is known for employing vast numbers of xenos mercenaries, particularly Tarellians, Sslyth, and Rak'Gol, and even facilitating a means of contraband trade throughout certain stretches of Segmentum Tempestus. Presently, Guiscard's Warband is locked in a conflict with the Nihilakh Necron Dynasty, after the Negators descended upon one of their worlds just off the eastern shoulder of the Jade Empire, their rapacious Warlord seeking to plunder the oversized and much-renowned Warscythe wielded by Overlord Akheten, an accentric noble of the Dynasty who had twisted his metallic form into that of a gigantic, insectoid monster. The battle continues to spread, gradually spilling deeper and deeper into Jade Empire territory.

* '''Voivode Deucalion Caerrick:'''

* '''Voivode Breunor (The Bloody):''' A giant of a man even by Astartes standards, Breunor's scarred visage has been twisted time and time again by the Warp-Spasm, leaving him with a feral, maddened appearance. The Warlord's earliest memories are dim, but they do not stretch beyond the torture-racks and fighting pits of Commorragh. For as long as Breunor can remember, blood has been his wine and battle his bride, and feverish agony his constant companion. His prowess in the gladiatorial arena attracted the Negators' attention, and he was brought into the Legion. Over a thousand years later, Breunor remains an unsophisticated brute. He both loathes and loves his Primarch, hating his demeanor and natural superiority, but in awe of the immortal's savage strength. Aodhán is by no means unaware of this, and mocks the giant relentlessly for his indecision, often goading him to the edge of rebellion. Some Negators even suspect that Aodhán only gave him the gift of his blood so that he could continue to humiliate and berate Breunor for centuries to come. Renowned for his strength and ferocity, Breunor is decked from head to toe in furs, skulls, and assorted trophies, hurling himself in battle with an ornate Eviscerator in each hand, their psychoactive teeth carved from the actual fangs of one of his finest kills. He is impatient and brutish, with just enough awareness of leadership to understand that it is better delegated to his officers than left to the Warlord himself, and is ever at the fore of his Warband, seeking blood and glory. In recent years his Warband have been reaving worlds near the Tempestus end of the Firewall, not particularly caring whether they belong to the Unyielding Vigil or the Iron Hearts.

* '''Voivode Mágach Crom:''' Mágach has not been himself in a great many years. Ancient even in comparison to many of the other Davidian Knights, the Corpse-Eater's (as he is called) addled mind is a chronicle of bloodshed and glory spanning multiple millennia. Even before he drank from his Primarch blood and became more than mortal, Mágach had very little in the way of humanity, having succumbed far too often to Warp-Spasm. In modernity, the Warlord is a rarely-cognizant monster, towering above his fellow Legionnaires upon digitigrade legs and belching garbled orders from a throat more tooth than flesh. Mágach remains (barely) sane only through the constant attentions of his Morrígna court, who interpret his monstrous whims and, in many ways, could be considered the true leaders of his Warband. Beset by a constant, agonizing rage, Mágach rarely returns to Dún Scáith, his fleet engaged in a near perpetual spree of raiding a pillaging across eastern Tempestus.

* '''Voivode Moriaen Vale:''' An elder of the Legion, Moriaen remembers the early days of the Negators' descent into depravity, before they settled in Commorragh. Secretive and quiet, the Warlord has made the most of his environment, deeply entrenching himself into the politics of the Dark City, and often serves as Aodhán's ear to the ground. His Warband has close ties to the Wyches of the Cult of the Bloody Hand, who have come to the participate in the mysticism of the Morrígna and their debased religion. Moriaen has heavily involved himself in the Morrígna's faith, shaping it when he deems appropriate, and his Warband utilizes their sorceries to a greater degree than any other. Some even whisper that Moriaen himself has stooped to indulging in the unmanly pursuit of witchcraft, though few to the Warlord's face, for no matter his perversions, Vale remains a potent warrior. Moriaen and his Warband tend to be exceptionally selective in their raiding activities, striking targets of personal interest to the Warlord, or at the guidance of their bloody-handed priestesses. Increasingly, Moriaen has busied himself with Webway esoterica, and many sites in the Materium that attract his Warband's attentions are linked to this burgeoning interest.

* '''Voivode Bran Konnor:''' Plucked from the ruling warrior caste of Voltemand, Konnor had mastered the art of aloofness well before his talent for dueling elevated him to the side of his then-Warlord, the praise of his fellows only deepening the warrior's arrogance. Despite his early initiation into the Legion, Konnor never shook off his noble roots, and even as an Astartes his life has been one defined by the pursuit of pleasure. A being of sensuality and grace, Aodhán's blood has changed the Warlord immensely, Bran no longer even barely resembling his fellow Astartes. Lithe, tall, and almost ethereal in appearance, Konnor's flesh is a deep shade of bronze, his feet gnarled into twisted talons, and leathery wings sprouting from his shoulders. His Warband boasts large numbers of Venator Teams, many of them emulating their Warlord's appearance by submitting themselves to the attentions of the haemonculi. Insatiable beyond even his Primarch, Konnor has fathered hosts of half-man bastards, pale, feral creatures known as erinyes, and packs of the winged demihumans invariably accompany his Warband in its jaunts through Realspace, feasting upon the flesh of the unwary. Caring little for anything but his petty whims and pleasures, Konnor rarely departs the Dark City, only ever emerging to embark on a cathartic rampage across several unfortunate sectors, burning and pillaging all in his path, dragging legions of slaves back to the pens of Commorragh.

* '''Voivode Caollaidhe:''' Stolen away from the forest world of Hygelac as little more than a boy, Caollaidhe was raised to adolescence amidst a dedicated hunter society, his very geneframe outfitting him for the role of an apex predator. He was purchased from the gladiator pits of Commorragh by Aodhán himself, who recognized the boy's ferocious fighting skills and knack for critical decision-making. A hunter by nature, Caollaidhe draws many recruits from his old homeworld, sponsoring Commorrite slave-raids upon the planet or personally raiding its skies. As a result, his Astartes tend to have keener senses and lighter frames, making them excellent hunters and marksmen. Warbands serving under Caollaidhe tend to employ large numbers of sniper rifles and camo-cloaks, as well as simplistic shadowfield technology. The mutated genome of Hygelac's natives has made them more prone to warp-spasm, however, and as a result Caollaidhe's forces are often polarized between units of raving, inhuman berserkers and calm, practiced sharpshooters. Caollaidhe himself utilizes an esoteric volkite jezzail of anarcheotech origin as his primary weapon, capable of immmolating several ranks of armoured targets at vast ranges. He uses a pair of volkite repeaters in close quarters. Caollaidhe is fiercely loyal to his Primarch, and often undertakes sensitive missions at his personal command - if Rhydderch's grim swordmasters are Aodhán's public executioners, Caollaidhe's hunters are his silent hand.

* '''Voivode Rhydderch Kane:''' Though he does not speak of it, there is little doubt that Rhydderch is the first of the Davidian Circle, and the first Negator to be blessed with immortality through his Primarch Warp-touched blood. A seasoned tactician and peerless warrior, Rhydderch has seen ages turn across the course of his lifetime, whetting his appetite for glory upon a thousand battlefields on a thousand worlds. In modernity, the Warlord is almost as reticent as his Primarch, and ventures into the material universe only when a worthy foe pulls upon his heartstrings. Possibly his Primarch's oldest living friend, his loyalty to Aodhán is ironclad, and he is perhaps the only Davidian that the Giantslayer speaks to as something approaching an equal. Loyal beyond reason, Rhydderch is most often concerned with the fortifications of Dún Scáith, his Primarch's security the first matter upon his mind at all times, and he often has to be convinced by Aodhán to lead his Warband into the materium, doing so almost grudgingly. For most of the galaxy, this is a blessing. A duelist beyond compare, Rhydderch has seen ages of warfare come and go, and few warriors would wish to face him in single combat. He commands his Warband - primarily composed of storied veterans, though none of them as old as the Warlord himself - with calm, stoic diligence, his intellect honed by millennia of experience in the art of war. Rhydderch's battle plans are balanced, precise, and exacting for both his foes and his own men, and they rarely leave a wealth of survivors to spread secondhand accounts of his tactics at work.

==Dragon Princes==
===Aenaric===

===Aeron===

===Uathach===


==Anwynn MacLior==
Anwynn becomes the first Astartes to be martyred by Chaos in the Emperor's name.  He leads the Legions of the Damned with a trio of strange and silent lieutenants, a crimson bloodhound, a pale, and dark.
A trio of hunting wolves would probably be a bit much, but he could easily have a retinue of three spectral marines:
A red Bloodhound with dripping gauntlets
A pale Sky Serpent clad in the regalia of the 1st Tzolkin (The Storm Wolves)
A dark Void Lord with a helm in the form of a snarling wolf

Anwynn himself wields a shadowy reflection of Caliburn, the blade constantly distorted as though being seen through a layer of water. Nobody is sure who the three spectres are. At times they've been observed alone, leading a host of the damned, at others, they seem to be Anwynn's bodyguards.
In parts of the Unyielding Vigil, Storm Kingdoms, and Jade Empire, they claim that Anwynn and his three riders sometimes lead a host of the dead during ferocious warp storms to seek brave and foolish souls to join them in their wars. Any who see them during their ride are carried off.
This is usually dismissed as superstition and a misunderstanding of warp phenomena, but in recent years Librarians have been observed on the worlds where such rides are most often reported.
===Remember Me===
Aodhan had called the council and the hall was filled with names sung across the legion and beyond and it was deadly silent. Aodhan had spoken, shared his new vision, his plan and path he wished to share with his legion and Lord of Hosts Anwynn MacLior, hero of a thousand battlefields, third wielder of the great blade Calaburn, like so many other heroes there that day, sat in awed silence. Anwynn had been in the Court of Aodhan since the beginning and had never seen it like this in his decades at his master's hand. The glory and songs that would come from Aodhan's bold plan of war against the Emperor's legions thrilled the Lord of Hosts, for there were no finer warriors to match skill with than the other Legiones Astartes.
And yet, Anwynn could not but remember that rainy day in the hills above the Nordafric Basin and the city of Almaran, with the Emperor himself standing at their head. And he could still feel His light, and remembered his oath, his personal and direct oath. Anwynn like the rest of his brothers knew that the future of the Emperor's galaxy held little glory, only old songs to be resung, and if one wanted renown, it was better to die in glory than fade away with the embers of the forging of humanity's dominion. That was best left to petty sorcerers like the Sky Serpents or the saffron sons of Anshul. So Aodhan's war was no shock, it held no horror, it was the only fitting path for the sons of glory.
But Anwynn felt the rain from that day. He remembered the glory he had known in that battle, did not the songs remember how he fought at the Emperor's side?

And Anwynn knew that he could not follow his master. He had sworn an oath that day and breaking an oath would unman him even more than some witchery. The truth cuts him worse than an Eldar blade, there was no song for these wounds.
The hall is completely still as Anwynn rises, bearing all eyes upon his battleworn plate. He looks at the assembled Negators, his brothers in blood before speaking to his master:
"Lord, would that my honor could allow me to follow you into glory, but I swore my oath on Terra to the Emperor himself. Forgive me."
Aodhan and him share a long look before the Terran Officer steps forwards and draws his blade, a legendary weapon with many a song to its name, the eternally sharp Calaburn. 
He yells "Remember me!" and charges the primarch. To his honor and tale, he lasts a few seconds before Aodhan slays him.
"Remembered Anwynn MacLior", he says and the rest of his commanders echo him.
The body is taken with reverence and funerary rites are performed. His blade, Calaburn is passed on in glory and accrues many more songs to its name, but the death of Anwynn MacLior is the most renowned.

==Negators of Infamy==
* '''Bother-Captain Coighann Muir:''' Otherwise known as Warboss Morr. Recruited from the savage world of Elgos V over eight hundred years ago, Coighann Muir was inducted into the Negators Legion at the height of its depravity. A man of unparalleled fury even before his transformation into an Astartes, Coighann was unruly even by the standards of his Legion, and rose in prominence purely by merit of his startling ferocity. Demented by a perpetual lust for conquest, Coighann and his company have not returned to the Dark City in almost six centuries, tearing their way across Segmentum Tempestus on a non-stop crusade for valorous combat. Presently, Coighann and his company preside over Waaagh! Morr, a tide of greenskins that constantly press into the realms of the Unyielding Vigil. Recent reports indicate that he has taken to painting himself green and adorning his armour with the hides of various ork warbosses.
* '''Brother-Captain (later, Chapter Master) Asoborn Levan:''' Serving through the tumult of the Great Heresy, Asoborn Levan achieved infamy for his act of betrayal during the Battle of Malphas, interceding on the enemy's behalf in his Primarch's duel with the Undying Scions' Sarco Funerus. Though his body was ruined by his Primarch's wrath, Asoborn would continue to have an impact on the galaxy long after the crippling of his mortal form and, indeed, long after the Heresy. Interred by the sons of Funerus, Asoborn fought against his own brothers throughout the duration of the Heresy, campaigning alongside the Undying Scions. In the wake of the Heresy, Asoborn was instrumental in forming one of the early orders of the Broken Blades - a blackshield Chapter seeded primarily from Knights Exemplar and loyalist Negators gene stock known as the Knights of MacLior.

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