Editing Death Smiths (section)

===Hektor Heresy===
Wieland was amongst the Vates who thought that their Primarch was a fool for siding with Hektor. Although there were hardly many true Loyalists amongst the Black Augurs, a lot of them believed that there was more to be gained from siding with the Emperor's forces. It was mostly Hektor's blatant worship of the Ruinous Powers that put them off, for the sons of the Voidwatcher traditionally looked at the denizens of the Warp as servants, not masters. This applied to none more than to Wieland, for whom Daemons were an expendable material hardly more valuable than the metal he used to forge his weapons. He tried to reason with his Primarch, explaining how using sorcery to defeat the Traitors could change the Emperor's opinion on it. Yet all of his arguments fell on a deaf ear, for the All-Father had his own reasons for taking sides with the Warmaster. The second most powerful psyker in the Galaxy, he wished for nothing more than to claim his rightful position as the strongest one, and the only way to achieve this was over the Emperor's dead body. He realised, although not without annoyance, that he was no match for his father, so he planned to use his foolish brothers to dispose of him. In his boundless hubris, the Primarch was convinced he could easily deal with them after the Emperor was finished, either directly or by pitting them against one another. 

And so the fate of the Black Augurs was sealed. Like a murder of crows their fleet traversed the frigid void of space, leaving countless worlds turned into grotesque menageries of nightmares in its wake. Wherever they went, madness followed: shadows started coming to life and murdering their owners by sucking the dimensions out of them; skeletons gained a will of their own and began freeing themselves from the prison of their still-living owners' flesh; all the words disappeared, driving everyone insane as they were left without a way to understand or express their own thoughts. No longer forced to hide their allegiance with the lords of the Immaterium, Black Augurs treated every planet they landed on as a testing site for devastating new spells and enchantments they created. Wieland and his apprentices were slightly less extravagant in the destruction they caused than most, merely capturing and slaughtering throngs of slaves to forge new Daemon weapons. A great many accursed artefacts were born during this era, such as the Sagebane, a spear that erased memories with every hit it landed, the Doom Mosaic, a sword with a blade assembled from tens of tiny pieces of metal that turned into a whirlwind of razor sharp steel at its owner's command, or the Blasphemace, a mace that summoned a lesser daemon for every warrior slain with it. 

It is little wonder that word of Wieland's matchless prowess as a smith soon spread far and wide within the Traitor Legions. The mightiest warriors of this accursed host soon started sending him commissions for Daemon weapons, promising to pay in slaves and arcane knowledge. And yet, in spite of the wealth beyond measure the Heresy brought him, the Hammerfist was still dissatisfied with his lot. First and foremost, he saw himself as an artist and a visionary, and being forced to churn out commissions for uncouth brutes who could never appreciate the elegance of his work made him furious. True creative freedom was his heart's deepest desire. Besides, he was tired of being surrounded by and taking orders from bumbling incompetents and nosy upstarts who believed their mastery of the Warp to be superior to that of Wieland. And so, like many other Vates, the Hammerfist was planning to betray and abandon his Legion once its usefulness to him was depleted. His last goal before leaving the Fourteenth Legion behind was his most ambitious one to date: to finally create a pair of weapons for himself that would be worthy of him. Of course, he needed a sacrifice of truly cyclopean proportions to make this dream a reality, but he didn't doubt for a second that he could easily find one on Holy Terra.