Warriors of the Eight Tombs

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Warriors of the Eight Tombs
Number	Unknown
Strength	Unknown
Allegiance	C'tan The Deceiver
Colours	Black,Green and Gold

The Eight Golden Lords

The Harbinger of Fall

The mighty Destroyer Lord of Tomb Three, roused from his slumber only when a great harvest approaches. Once, he was a Necrontyr nobleman, a wise sage and Kaal's teacher.

Venerated by the entire world of the 8 Tombs, he was kept alive with rejuvenation drugs and therapy until he could finally be granted the gift of immortality through Living Metal. The Harbinger of Fall has devoted his entire memory base to military tactics and strategy.

There is literally nothing that can surprise him on the battlefield, no stratagem he has not already analyzed and countered, short of human ingenuity.

The End of Discord

He was formerly a great hero of the Necrontyr race. A general and politician of renown, he led the people on the colony that became Tomb Four in daring attacks on the Old Ones and their client races, winning spectacular victories that gave the Necrontyr hope in a losing struggle. End of Discord was approached by Kaar and granted immortality, but he wished for all his subjects, from the highest statesman to the poorest wretch, to be given the same treatment.

Thus, End of Discord's tomb is populated with endless rows of Warriors, each a Necrontyr believer in their leader's vision.

The Herald of Unmaking

He is the undisputed lord of Tomb Two, the largest besides the Central Complex wherein Kaar and his host reside. But the path of this particular Lord was a long and arduous one. Born sickly (even for Necrontyr standards) and of low status, Unmaking grew to become a scientist, drawn to stellar physics. His pioneering particle research formed the foundation for the discovery of the C'Tan. However, he was never credited for this discovery, something that only fueled his resentment. When he learned of the C'tan, the Lord decided on a course of action. He would convert himself into an energy form akin to the C'tan, becoming a Star God himself. Herald of Unmaking never managed to achieve his foolish dream, but his research into energy/matter conversion caught the eye of Lord Kaar, who took him in as a protege.In Necron form, Herald of :Unmaking has mastered the art of molding and reshaping his Necrodermis body. Unlike most other Lords, he can take whatever form he desires, sometimes masquerading as a rank-and-file unit, other times appearing as a monstrous war machine.

The Prophet of Eternity

The Prophet was a visionary speaker, who uplifted the embittered spirits of her people. She spoke of a time when the Necrontyr would be freed :of their from the curse the cosmos had stricken them with where pain and fear would melt away. Never once did she falter in her hope and her :perseverance remained steadfast in spite of all odds that sought to crush her hope. With Kaar, she saw the dreams of which she spoke so :passionately about realized, she and her followers gladly embraced the eternity he offered without hesitation, an eternity freed from suffering.

Even now she seeks to bring this peace to all who would heed her words.

The Architect of Sublimation

While being alive, The Architect was one of the most successful engineers of the Necron race. Some of his designs went into foundation of Cairn Class Tombships and planetoid-sized constructs.

His duties as a golden lord are direct continuation of his old ones, as he oversees maintenance of the fleet and (in his spare time) the orks of lesser mechanisms, like pylons or monoliths. He has somewhat of a dream to build planetships again. Architect rarely ever leaves his beloved shipyard/laboratory, working on new designs and endlessly testing readiness of all systems on the docked ships. That's why he is only seen on the battlefield when Kaar himself leads his armies, for the will of the Hand of Unity is absolute.

The Adjudicator of Mercy

Somewhat of a Pariah among his fellow Necron Lords, he takes an uncharacteristic approach to the hordes of Flayed Ones under his command. :Instead of looking at them with disgust, he expresses pity and goes out of his way to ensure their need for flesh clothing is satisfied. He hasn't succumbed to their madness, however - although many think it won't be long until he does.

In battle, he sows fear and confusion in the ranks of the enemy, breaking their gunlines and morale and then overrunning them with his Flayed ones.The Adjudicator got his nickname while he was still alive for his research and efforts to treat the cursed flesh and genome of Necrontyr and prolong their life for some, even small, amount. However, his tender love for his race turned into cold hatred of all others, who had so much more time given to them unjustly. Now, in his wraith body, he displays his hatred and medicinal expertize in making flesh clothing for his Flayed One followers.

The Emissary of Ages

The Doyen of Thorns

The Doyen was one of the leading researchers on a Necrontyr project for immortality that did not use the C'tan and Necrodermis. The research of otherworldly plants, who did not change much with the passage of time, particularly on the time scale of the short lived Necrontyr race, consumed her life. Even when the C'tan offered immortality for service, she continued with her research, studies on that which channelled the stars' power for life like the C'tan, but did not need Necrodermis to do so. When the Enslavers forced the Old Ones and C'tan back and the Necrons started their slumber, she attempted to preserve her specimens with Necrodermis itself before going to the tomb. When she awoke, all of the plants were dead, except for one black space lotus that radiated power, a lotus that she keeps on her at all times to this day.

The Awakening of Planet Ti'Anxia

The following extract is taken from the barely comprehensible information provided by Gertlend’s private journal and the interpretations of events from his unknown ghost scribe in the early edition of Gertlend’s memoires. One can assume the record of events was given a slight polish for reader’s enjoyment and Gertlend's own egotistical pleasure. Any self-respecting member of the Imperium will find the language used in the text bordering on the blasphemous. Whilst we can thank the Emperor this book will never see publication, it remains the only first-hand account of the discovery of the first tomb on Ti’Anxia.

Arlmond Gertlend was awoken by the bitter taste of earth and blood.

It wasn’t the first time he had experienced it, the last such instance involved a pissed off crew and enough alcohol that even the Emperor himself would wake up next to some hiveworld whore with questionable personal hygiene standards .

This time it was different.

Rolling to his side, Arlmond held his cracked ribs and let out a string of profanity that would likely cause an inquisitorial investigation if he was in the company of more honourable men. Thankfully he was not. The cloud of sand that filled the cave began to settle and Arlmond wiped away the blood and dust from his eyes with a torn cloth he found to his side. It was only after his vision returned he realised that the cloth he had used was worn by a miner just a few moments ago and still had some remnants from its previous owner attached.

He fought back the urge to vomit but failed. Then came the buzzing, his hearing was returning along with a headache that could kill a cave-worm or two . It didn’t matter. Arlmond’s eyes were drawn to something in the distance. Just past the fallen debris, past the team of men trying to pull out a man whose legs had become trapped under a very big rock. A fantastic green glow emitted from a symbol of unknown origin. “What in the Emperors name?” wheezed Arlmond, as he felt a warm stream of blood slowly sliver down the side of his face.

Then he collapsed, the world around him fading into an ever deepening chasm of blackness and the taste of earth and blood still on his tongue.

General Fluff

Deep within the outskirts of Subsector Yamato lies planet Ti'Anxia a barren desert world, undisturbed for untold millenia. Unbeknownst to Baron Paral Von Hoskarl and Rogue trader Arlmod Gertlend, they had stumbled upon one of the eight tombs of this world.

The "Warriors of the Eight Tombs" are a Necron Tomb world assembly Led by Kaar, The Hand of Unity. Self appointed Lord of the Eight Tombs, Emperor of Ti'anxia a Platinum Level Lord.

So Far we Have Karr - Pictured Right (Based on a Tomb Spyder body)

First rendition of Kaar, the Hand of Unity

8 different Gold Lords subservient to Kaar - 1 running each tomb like the 8 Immortals of Zui Quan. (Based on the Old Chinese Mythos of the "Eight Immortals")

Battle Tactics

Destroyers that outflank and confuse the enemy, running rings around them and firing into their ranks, before Flayed ones crawl out from amongst them and The Immortals begin the solemn, deadly march forward. (Based on the Battle tactics of the First Emperor of China, also the basis for the army as a whole)

Writefaggotry

• • Rogue Trader Arlmod Gertlend Last Log
  • Story of Necron Pariah Kyl Sonder

Gallery

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  Elite Necron Immortal

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  A concept sketch of a Golden Lord

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  More Gold Lord Concept Art

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  First Concept sketch of Kaar The Hand of Unity.

External Links

• Origin Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15057410/
• Second Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15058985/
• Third Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15087969/
• Fourth Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15096947/