Eternal Zealots

"In the name of the Gods! Before all species, go forth and enlighten! Let none be spared the truth of the Primordial!"

Aubrey, speaking out to his Legion moments before descending on Terra.

Eternal Zealouts
Battle Cry	"We march eternally!" "For the Dark Gods!"
Number	XVI
Founding	First Founding
Primarch	Aubrey
Homeworld	Lazerus(Purged)
Strength	120,000
Specialty	Generalists, Chaos Undivided
Allegiance	Chaos Undivided

This page details people, events, and organisations from The /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe.

Summary of Legion XVI

Numeration: The XVIth Legion

Primogenator: Aubrey the Grey (also known as "The Surgeon")

Cognomen (Prior): The Emerald Doom

Observed Strategic Tendencies: Close Combat, Strategic Strikes, Tactical Decapitation, Planetary Pacification.

Noteworthy Domains: The Lazerus System (Primary), Tithe Rights to five systems in tributary fiefdom.

Alliegence: Traitoris Maximus

"The enemy has a collection of tumorous growths in their head. It is not their fault. We shall take but a moment to cure them of their cancerous leadership."

Legion Chaplain Zachery Irisus, M.30

Proud, passionate, and self-righteous, the Eternal Zealots fought with barely matched enthusiasm during the Great Crusade. Their tolerance and acceptance of Xenos assistance painted them with scorn by their fellow humans, leading ultimately to their censure when the Xenos they so ardently professed for betrayed them. The Legion's Primarch Aubrey, dismayed at the response of humanity towards the actions of only a few was easy to deceive by Uriel Starikov. Now the Legion pledges themselves to the four Dark Gods of Chaos, having special sects dedicated to exemplifying their worship on the battlefield.

Legion Doctrine

Pre-Heresy

As the Legion expanded beyond the early years of the Great Crusade a tendency towards close combat and fast attack developed within them. With Aubrey's guidance, many became trained in the ways of medicine and surgery. The Imperial Army forces positioned alongside the Zealots became glad to share the front with them, always having easy access to great minds of healing and recovery. It was believed every man in the Legion had to be not only to save his brothers from a wound, but also themselves. This methodology allowed them to throw themselves into bloody clashes where chainsword and bolter were met with blade and axe, for the needs of the many men needing medical attention and to show the enemy their zeal in close combat. Unlike the Sons of Fire or the Gorgers however, they would not continue to throw themselves at the enemy or commit to costly and dangerous assaults. Zealotry tempered with reason was the motto of the Legion.

Aubrey began to use his Zealots own ferocity into more elaborate forms of waging war. The people of the worlds he fought usually didn't want to oppose the Imperium, but were forced to do so. Eliminating the corrupt or misguided heads of these states allowed the Legion to peacefully occupy the rest of the world as army after army surrendered. This grew from Aubrey's old saying, "The patient is not at fault for the disease. Kill it, not the one you are caring for." Though this tactic grew and grew as they faced myriad horrors along the Great Crusade. Their focused wrath came down upon the foolish Corsair Captains and blithering Orkish Warbosses, who once dead, saw the rest of their cobbled together forces crumble in moments.

As the Zealots desired to be shining examples of what medicae and fair tolerance to all castes and Xenos alike, they used a Xenos Auxiliary which served with distinction, covering the advancing melee focused Astartes with ranged support, but the zealots were always second guessed and reviled by the Imperial Army and other Legions.

On the worlds they came to conquer, they and their auxiliaries became known as 'The Healers with their Helpers'. Weeks, sometimes months after a world had been taken the Eternal Zealots would stay on its surface teaching science, medicine, and repaired the damage they had caused to the planet after the war was over. This endeared many worlds to them, making it easy to sow the seeds of corruption.

Post-Heresy

The righteous fury delivered in concentrated, directed strikes faded out from the combat philosophy of the Eternal Zealots as they began their slow descent into the clutches of Chaos. Healing began to not matter as the drive to keep on the offensive drove them. Techmarines and Librarians combined over time to fill this gap made, augmenting and mutating the wounded rapidly to keep them moving long after their mortal shells had crumbled under exhaustion and damage.

The Psyteks of Tzeentch

The Librarius and Frater Astrotechnicus melded into one whole during the Heresy, combing metal with mental. With the flesh bolstered by the machine, these minds have become great figures within the Legion. Each take on several human apprentices, who they are able to always match the Legion's geneseed through means both mundane and infernal. All that matters is the pupil's psychic potential and aptitude for learning. The Psyteks are in trusted with not only keeping track of mankind's inventions and archeotech, but also the replication and advancement from this building block of the past.

The Artisans of the Prince

It was the Apothecaries that were numerous in number of the Eternal Zealots, their core of healers and dedicated transports becoming mobile hospitals for the marines and Imperial Army in battle. It was they who approached Slaanesh's domain whether they knew it or not.

The doctors had long become twisted in their chaotic days, their healing ways broken and instead they turned their hospitals into places of torture and pain. Slaanesh gifted these men with visions and as such, they sought the path of the debaucherous prince.

They found as they tortured their victims they found pleasure, yet they turned their once practical medicines into sources of even more pleasure. Their Rhino Apothecarium were transformed, voxs mounted to the outside of the transport becoming a source of morale and fear as men would hear the screams of their foes or allies respectively.

So, Slaanesh gifted these men of medicae the speed in which to carry out their tasks, snatching up men from the battlefield to throw into the pain machines but also to spark life in their brothers with stimulants and drugs forged by the artisans themselves.

The Disciples of Juggernaut

Following on from their Loyalist days, the 2nd, 3rd and 4th Companies, who were the foremost users of the "Astartes Centaur Exo-Suit" found themselves presented by their Xeno allies, the Juggernaut, a daemonic steed. The Captains, Cyllarus, Hylonome and Kinnaras, slaughtered over 10,000 souls in battle to gain the honor using such wonderful steeds to ride into battle. They had a battle hunger and lust to for slaughter, making them perfect to serve Khorne.

Khorne listened. The Blood God was amused at this display, giving these 3,000 Astartes the gift they so desired. He had already pledged his support to Infernox and his Sons of Fire, and these measly offering was nothing compared to the glories he wrought in Khorne's name without any demand made yet. Let it not be said that Khorne has no sense of honor, for he still rewarded these souls for their devotion. In a flurry of red energies, the Astartes changed. Their legs shifted and changed into the headless bodies of the steeds they had once seen. Made of living metal and burning blood, soon the armorers equipped their bodies with the heavy weapons they once wielded, so the Cult of Juggernaut was born.

Devastators would continue to use the Centaur suit, until they would be interred by a Khornate ritual, becoming a shard of the Legions rage. Half Daemon, Half Astartes.

Legion Equipment

During the Loyalist days of Eternal Zealots they made frequent use of the rare Centaur Exo-Suit, which was latter known as the Lazeriun Pattern Additio-Arma. Few Forgeworlds produced the pattern as most focused on the production of Power Armor rather than producing upgrades for it. These units allowed for them to cleave through throngs of opposing infantry, racing straight to their leadership and dispatching them with ease. These suits are now produced on several Daemon Forges, melding a Juggarnaut to the technology with a final ritual once a Devastator has proven himself able. The Legion makes use of the odd warp-based technology devised by their skilled Psyteks craftsmen and honored Cyfecti allies. These weapons are able to bring down Titans and rend apart armor and flesh as if they are nothing. Thankfully for the Zealots enemies, these weapons are few and far between. Most of the weaponry produced by the Cyfecti and Psyteks is odd warp-powered thrusters for dropships, more accurate teleportation devices, and bolt shells infused with the power of the Immaterium.

Aubrey The Grey, Primarch of The Eternal Zealots

He was gifted in the medical arts but it was a narrow understanding at best, for Aubrey did not see the parallel between the human body and the human society. A healthy immune system does not let "tolerance" prevent the elimination of foreign bodies or diseased cells. The Great Crusade taught the rest of us that this truth of nature also applies to politics.

(Excerpt from Gaspard Lumey's private correspondence.)

Appearance

A lean physique, coupled with a gaunt and angular face, tends to have a certain warmth to his face. His skin tone is pale, almost pure white in colour, his hair is silver, parted towards the right of his face and flowing, a pair of emerald coloured eyes, a pair of curved scars under his left eye which curl towards the edge of his lip, the outer scar dwarfing the smaller scar and curling around it.

If he isn't seen with a pondering look on his face, he is either in battle, or conversing with his valued brothers, normally with a small smile on his face.

When out of his armour, he wears a black coat, seemingly made of scales and leather, with a green lining made of the same material, underneath a soft leather cuirass, made of weaves. Inside of his armour, he wears a cloak made of this material, purely green over his armour.

Youth

Aubrey's childhood was an oddity, even for a primarch, when he was lost he was thrown onto a planet that was already inhabited...by Xenos by the name of Tarellians. It was a grand debate on whether or not the small primarch should live, only upon the mercy of a sadistic general, deciding to see whether or not the small child could survive the rough life of a Tarellian.

Aubrey was brought up in the lowest caste of Tarellian culture; The Doctors. In Tarellian culture, it was the doctors who were the disgrace, for a warrior, the highest honour and caste of the Tarellian, to have his blood spilled in anything but combat, thus the surgeon, was the most vilified. Aubrey showed prowess in learning, quickly becoming one of the most renowned doctors of the Tarellians in his early twenties.

It was then his life came to a twist as he saved the life of the general who decided to save his life...the General and Aubrey made a pact, if he told no-one of his surgery, he would allow Aubrey to become a warrior.

Aubrey rose through the ranks as quickly as his rise through the medical world, becoming a valiant warrior and leader, he soon took the place of the now retired general.

In his ascension to general was a very treacherous one, as he made his way through the ranks, many questioned his ability, based upon Xenophobia. Aubrey learned quickly, the only way to silence the sniping comments made of him, was to hurt their pride, while his voice could not be heard, his blade could.

He picked up the sword and became well versed in swordplay, throwing all of his spare time into practice, it was not unusual for officer to bring a sword by his hip into the theatre of war, but not many openly used it to its intended purpose, as a weapon. After many assaults upon him, he duelled his way to some form of respect even begrudgingly from his allies, until he was approached by brothers Makai, Major Vex and Sergeant Vaas. Major Vex had also been another rising star in the military, many had compared Aubrey to Vex and Vex had a grudge, how could some lowly off-worlder garner so much respect? Vex challenged Aubrey to single combat, the two locked in a duel and Aubrey was winning, however Vex had an edge; His brother Vaas had slipped into Aubreys blind spot and smacked Aubrey with a club, allowing Vex to wound Aubrey.

Aubreys pride was wounded, regardless of the obvious interference, he knew the only way for him to regain that status was to beat Vex...as well as Vaas at the same time, it was upon this revelation that he took up a second sword, taking his time to master the ways of the dual blade. He once again approached Vex, demanding a rematch, a very cocksure Vex accepted, a more cocksure Vaas insulted Aubrey, attempting to enrage the Primarch, but all he found was an icy emerald gaze. The fight began, Aubrey toyed with Vex, hunting his prey, showing only a single sword, he was waiting, anticipating Vaas, all his senses flaring open, when he felt confident, he went on the offense, forcing Vex into a corner he couldn't escape from. Vaas made his move and when he did, he found his club blocked, by a second sword, he turned his attention to Vaas, ruthlessly disarming then striking down Vaas, bleeding, but only wounded. Vex in a blind rage rushing at Aubrey letting the Primarch quickly dispatch him as well, from that day on, Aubrey held his head high, two swords by his side.

The Coming of The Emperor

When Aubrey had put down the fourth "Aubreyian Rebellion." Tarellian purists, mostly from the far flung planets in the system, he was prepared to launch a colonisation effort, when the crusade ships appeared on Lazarus.

Hektor, the Emperors most trusted son had descended to Lazarus, seeking to meet his brother, which he had learned the location of such a man through the whisperings of communications, within the Tarellians small empire. Hektor made a show of appearing before the Xenos and asked for Aubrey, Aubrey presented himself, dressed very well in a very fine coat of black, scaled leather. Hektor proceeded to converse with him however, his tongue was...different, he was somewhat shocked himself to hear his brother Primarch speaking in a serpentine tongue, as well as his standing infront of Aubreys own legion, attempting to stop them from purging the Xenos around him, realising that these Xenos were under Aubreys command...

After a few months, Hektor, being the first human Aubrey had ever laid eyes on, began to form a bond and trust, as a mentor and student bond developed. Aubrey had the beginnings of Higher Gothic under his belt and he was finally ready to see the Emperor.

Aubrey was a devout atheist, he never stopped the faith of his Tarellian subordinates, of their old gods, but Aubrey could never relate to a god of lizardian visage, but when he saw the Emperor, he could not help be feel, awed. Aubrey had began to debate with his father, a long arduous week of debating, of which Hektor interjected his opinions, some for the tarellians but some against, he wished to side with his brother, however he knew the dangers of manipulative xenos.

By the skin of his teeth, as well as an agreement of quarantine, the Emperor allowed the Xenos to live.

The Great Crusade

After years of inspiring Xenos, beings fundimentally different to him to his core, it did not take the Primarch long to gain the trust of his legion.

It was then that with caution and the Emperors unknowing, that the Tarellians formed an Auxiliary under his legion, careful to keep his secrets from his brothers.

The Betrayal

Aubrey was leading his Legion, upon the Warmasters orders, to recapture a human colony, to bring it back to the Imperium, however, things had been set in motion by Uriel, Primarch of the Children of Armok. Whilst in combat with the heavily fortified foe, the Tarellians, the Zealots Xeno Auxiliary, as well as the host of the homeworld of Aubrey and his legion, had began their Coup.

The Captain of the 1st Company had been felled, and a number of the Xenos were beset upon him and his Legion.

He survived, wounded and set out a message to his homeworld, the third of the Legion stationed there to keep an eye on the Xenos, on the Emperors strict orders. There was no response from the homeworld and he feared the worst, however his hands were tied, he couldn't pull out of the world without withstanding un-needed losses, so he called out to one of his brothers, Bohemond.

Bohemond rushed to the planet, vengeance in his heart, these filthy xenos had betrayed his brother, regardless of his Naivety, when he landed, he was received with the glares of the Captains of the Eternal Zealots as the Knights of Justice opened fire on the Tarellians, only for the Zealots to return fire.

The messages from the Primarch had been intercepted by the group responsible for the betrayal, a large anti-Imperium faction, they had manipulated the message, reporting the Captains stationed there that Aubrey had been slain by Bohemond and he had come to the planet; Lazarus, the homeworld to finish the job.

The fighting lasted for a week before A wounded Aubrey and Uriel, who arrived in time to bolster his forces on the world, for him to arrive there. Aubrey was livid, most of his forces were killed, he shouted, bellowed and threatened to beat Bohemond, they were about to come to blows before Uriel stepped in, saying his must return to his legion...

Aubrey was contacted by the Emperor, his face stern and unamused. He bereted the Primarch for allowing this to happen, reminding him of what he said the day he arrived to Lazarus, that Xenos were never to be trusted, that they were treacherous, selfish beings that wanted nought but their own advancement, not theirs. Aubrey was silent through the entire communcation, until the Emperor, after reminding him of his naivety and his disappointment with him, that Bohemond has been ordered to purge the system of the Xenos and he was to stand down while they did their work. The Primarch said with a sorrowful heart that he understood, he went then to watch, as the people who raised him from infancy burned for their betrayal. He felt it was unjust. He felt sorrow. He felt rage.

After his Xeno allies betrayed him and were then destroyed, planet and all, by the orders of his father, whom he admired greatly, who passed the task onto one of his brothers Bohemond and his legion, he festered a hate, deep inside him for Bohemond and his faith in the Emperor shaken.

Aubrey became distraught, the normal life and warmth in his face began to fade, becoming a much darker man, throwing himself in the pursuits of sorcery.

He was confronted by the Primarch Kranios, who openly mocked him for his trust in xenos, laughing at his expensive, before the pair came to blows, the two Primarchs already began to hate eachother after Nikaea Council. After an seemingly endless number of hours, Kranios bellowed and chortled, it was the final straw for Aubrey, he struck his brother with a violent fist of rage, knocking out the other Primarch, fostering a rivalry that would continue for millennia to come.

The Heresy

After the betrayal, their Primarch threw himself further into his studies of magicks, to be used for an alternate form of healing, It was then that Uriel, Primarch of the Children of the Armok, introduced to a race of Chaos worshiping Xenos; The Cyfecti.

A race close to the Eye of Terror, who worshipped the Great Eye and the mighty beings that dwelt within. Uriel had kept this secret, in the hopes it could be used and no other would be so easy to fall to this bait then Aubrey. When contacted by the Zealots, they invited them down and Aubrey was witness to a summoning of a Daemon, which spoke to him. Thus was his eyes opened, showing him the proof of these magicks, giving Aubrey the deal he could never refuse, in the name of medicine.

Aubrey used these powers to corrupt the wounded Warmaster Hektor and cause him to fall to Chaos.

Aubrey wanted an Imperium, a better Imperium, where men and xenos could live in prosperity, this was his vision and no one could get in his way now he had a god on his side, His legion believed now, fully, that they would be the ones to lead a new Imperium, A perfect Imperium. The Eternal Zealots then soon believed that the loyalists were beneath them and should therefore, die, the name of Aubreys new Imperium.

Now with zealotry and fanaticism, the Eternal Zealots pursue Mankind and the Imperium, world by world, shrugging off their hippocratic oaths of healing, in favour of cutting out the tumour that is corpse emperors followers, so that he may heal the Imperium and shape it into his own image.

Post-Heresy

Aubrey resides on the planet of the Cyfecti, just outside of the eye of terror, with an ancient rune placed on the planet, it seems to have blinked out of existence, an aura surrounding the planet making whomever gazed upon it, un-ease and discouraged to go near it.

He continues to hunt for the rest of the Knights of Justice, as well as any high priority target in the Imperium, to cut out the cancer of the Imperium, wishing to keep most of the Imperium intact so that he may instate his own "perfect" Imperium, free of any xenophobia.

Primarch Relationships

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The Zealots were never the most understood of legions, this was the curse of the Primarchs open-minded attitude towards equality between Human and Xenos. Though many would slander him and his legion, their words would hush as he applied his healing hand or duelling fist towards them, they could question his company but they could never question his devotion to the Imperium. Aubrey was never one for dis-honesty among his brothers, nor speaking of his brothers, these are some of the excerpts taken from Remembrancers during the Great Crusade.

Hektor Cincinnatus, Wolves of Dawn

Do I hold the Warmaster in high regard?

No, holding Hektor in high regard is an understatement.

I owe him more than just regarding him, Hektor saved my life by finding me, he took me in despite the company that surrounded me, taught me how to speak our fathers tongue, showed me my sons and on top of all of it he helped me reason with our Father. You have to understand, he was the first human I had ever seen in my entire life, someone who looked like me...It was hard to wrap my head around at first. Hektor is not just another of my brothers, he was my mentor and I am proud to be serving under him.

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Alexandri, Silver Cataphracts

Alexandri and I are more alike then he cares to admit.

His willingness to bend the rules, against our fathers will is what makes us alike, the company we keep is seen as un-natural to many and I can't fault him for sticking to HIS heritage, as I have to mine.

We are unlike in many other ways however, he wasn't brought up poor and looked down upon, he was brought up by royalty and as such that gives him a different tint on the world than mine.

His method of warfare is also questionable, wasteful to say the least, however I find his style complimentary to my own, if used properly.

I honestly believe that if we joined forces more often, then the Imperium would progress much faster.

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Arelex Orannis, War Scribes

Arelex and his lack of action irks me often.

Honestly? I think he cares more about the autonomous and understanding mechanisms then he does his fellow men, I would even go far as to suspect he would rather become one with a machine, eternally scouring the galaxy for every little relic he could find, than retain his humanity.

His horde of small trinkets and treasures have made him arrogant and I suspect weak, it is a crutch that no legion should have to stand upon.

Perhaps if he focused more on the Crusade, rather than skulking catacombs for shiny baubles he could understand that.

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Bohemond, Knights of Justice

I find Bohemonds will and drive admirable.

'In battle he is focused on crushing the enemy, however when outside of it, I believe his drive is wasted on passing harsh judgement upon others, if Bohemond were to rule the galaxy, I would call it a totalitarian state, I fear such a galaxy.

None the less, the Emperor is on the throne.

Bohemond and I are both comrades in arms, favouring the sword over fire-arms and even in his stubbornness, I find some solace I have a brother who accepts me.

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Brennus, Thunder Kings

I had heard many rumours of Brennus, the one most prominent is that he and his sons are descendants of the Thunder Warriors before us, I suppose there is humour in believing he and his legion were the missing link, a common ancestor if you will, between the Astartes and Thunder Warriors.

If one thing can be said about Brennus, it's that he is tough, if one were to set out to end him, you'd likely have to send an entire armoured division and artillery, just to ensure he would stay down.

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Cromwald Walgrun, Lions Rampant

Above all things, Cromwald is polite, he gives you the courtesy of insulting you and your whole legion...in a polite way.

I enjoy Cromwalds company, he is very amusing to be around, although I worry for him, there is hollowness inside of him that no amount of drinking and extravagance can fill.

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Darius Cyaxares, Sand Keepers

Darius is perceptive, he knows how you feel deep inside, like his silvery eyes can see right through you, a caring individual indeed.

I admire his abilities in sorcery, I can only begin to fathom the uses for such power, to heal, to protect, he and his legion do a fine job and give a good name to Psykers everywhere.

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Gaspard Lumey, Void Angels

Conversing with Gaspard is much like a fencing match in a mine field.

He is sharp tongued, quick to use it and if you say the wrong thing, you will find you're in a world of pain, metaphorically speaking, give the man a wrong word and he will come crashing down upon you with unfavourable stories and slander, all of it undeniable.

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Golgothos, The Entombed

The concept of a man without flesh disturbs me to my very core, I don't know what exactly Golgothos is, other than the fact he is my brother, my surgical side aches to peel back the armour and see if there is any flesh left of poor Golgothos.

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Inferox, Sons of Fire

The term "Fiery Temper" gets thrown around a lot with Inferox...mostly for comedical effect. However, I find his methods of warfare someone distasteful, turning all to ash is not the only solution to win over a planet.

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Johannes Vrach, Life Bringers

Johannes is one of my favoured brothers, a medical mind like myself, yet so different in our approaches, we could spend days arguing and debating how to go about treating patients and what methods are better over all.

Johannes is a medical doctor and I am a surgical doctor, a sort of perfect combination.

His mind is as sharp as a scalpel, I could ask for no better partner when treating the wounded, nor could I ask for a better partner in breathing life into the future of our fine Imperium.

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Kleisthenes, Scions of Europa

Efficient and tactically flexible, when leading a campaign, you could not ask for a second commander who will not only follow your plan, but make it better 10 fold, even while in the field.

He is Noble to a fault, if you could ever call it a fault.

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Kranios, Horns of Ruin

There is no kind words I could give about Kranios, other than he is good a wrecking armies, the enemies and his own.

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Nathanog, Gorgers

There is no kind words I could give about Nathanog either, only that he is good at what he does, driving his foes to insanity, with more insanity.

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Octullus Tyran, Eyes of the Emperor

Eyes sharper than a Hawk with a mind just as sharp, Octullus is another fine example of Psychic power done right.

His aim is true above all else, if you want someone to watch over you from afar, Octullus has that in spades.

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Onyx the Indestructible, Stone Men

A Behemoth in his own right, I doubt no amount of force could shake the man.

We haven't talked much, he is a man of few words and I find it hard to relate to him.

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Rogerius Merrill, Iron Rangers

I do not find much honour in fighting from the darkness, but I can't fault Rogerius for his results, sometimes the gentle touch of the night is all that is needed to break the enemy.

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Roman Albrecht, Steel Marshals

Roman is an honourable man and one of the few men who have defeated me in a duel.

His swordsmanship is elegent, I can't find a single flaw to his technique, but one day I shall have my rematch and it shall be a very different result.

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Sebastian Rex, The Bulwark

If Hektor is the Warmaster, then Sebastian is the Fortmaster.

He has carved out his own small empire, none can fault him for his hard earned conquest, especially considering how well he has defended and ruled his kingdom, I may call upon him for when I carve out my own little piece of the galaxy, somewhere I can give a home to the less evil xenos of the galaxy.

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Thomas Gaudin, The Crusaders

You can usually hear when Thomas is coming to the warzone before the voxs come through of support and relief.

His mastery of armoured combat is something to behold.

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Thoren Grimm, Council of Iron

I haven't seen much of Thoren to make a comment upon him.

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Tiran Osoros, Scale Bearers

Needs more snakes.

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Tollund Oztal, Mastadontii

I have met him many times, however his stoicism has prevented me from getting to know the man better.

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Voidwatcher, Black Augurs

I consider Void to be a good friend to me, which I try to return in kind to him, other than Johannes, he is one of the few Primarchs I can have an intellectual conversation with, of all the Primarchs he is one of the most tolerant towards the company I surround myself with which comes as a huge relief to me, one less pair of eyes staring down at me.

Of all the psykers in the primarch ranks, I have no doubt that Void is the strongest, his abilities unmatched, I am truly jealous of his gift.

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Uriel Starikov, Children of Armok

Another of my good friends, Uriel is very kind to me.

One thing irks me about Uriel, he is an enigma, not stoic at all he just seems to also make the conversation about you, shift into the background and never put into the spotlight.

Uriel is a mystery to me, it is almost as if he is daring me to try to learn more of him.

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Game Material

Aubrey the Grey, the Betrayed, the Chosen of the Gods, Primarch of the Eternal Zealots

WS8 BS5 S6 T6 W5 I5 A4 LD10 SV2+/4++

Unit Composition •1 (Unique)

Unit Type •Infantry (Character)

Wargear •Armour of Lazarus •Jörmun and Gandr •Archeotech Pistol

Special Rules •Primarch •The Scapel •Dark Fortune •Sire of the Eternal Zealots •Very Bulky

Sire of the Eternal Zealots Aubrey is the spiritual heart of his Legion, the epitomie of all that his sons stand for and all they wish to achieve. Aubrey has the Crusader Rule, and confers this on any squad he joins. In addition, all models with the Legiones Astartes (Eternal Zealots) rule may re-roll failed leadership tests, and all apothecaries in a force containing Aubrey may re-roll a single failed FnP test once per turn.

The Scapel Aubrey likes to be on the front line, doing his part to keep his sons safe, challenging the leaders and champions of the enemy armies, like a surgeon cutting out the cancer of his foes. Aubrey must issue a challenge if possible, gains Preferred Enemy while in a challenge, and if he wins, all allied forces within 24” of him gain +1 to Combat Resolution to determine who was won an assault.

Dark Fortune The player may re-roll any failed Deny the Witch Rolls for Aubrey. In addition, once per game, Aubrey may elect to force a single enemy model or squad to re-roll all successful hits on Aubrey, both from shooting and close combat in a given player turn. Note you must accept the re-rolls, even if they are better.

Armour of Lazarus The Armour of Lazarus confers a 2+/4++ save, and in addition he may re-roll his It Will Not Die rolls and gains 5+ FnP.

Jörmun and Gandr These matched serpentime Blades, made by dark powers in the heart of the Eye, are fast as quicksilver and can slice any foe apart with ease.

Jörmun and Gandr Range: Melee Strength: User Ap: 2 Type: Melee, Duellists Edge, Paired (+1 Attack), Soulrend Soulrend: For every wound caused in a challenge, the enemy suffers -1 to both WS and I, and it stacks.