Editing Ilmari Wieland (section)

==Current situation==
Even compared to other Chaos Space Marines, Ilmari Wieland has an imposing figure. A true giant, he would tower over most of his brethren if it wasn't for the hunch on his back caused by millennia of toiling away at the anvil. His permanently squinted eyes are the colour of molten bronze, and their gaze burns like a scorching iron. When not clad in blacksmith clothes, he wears an ornate suit of Artificer armour decorated with numerous bas reliefs, which miraculously emerge undamaged from every battle due to protective charms put on them. A chainmail cape hangs heavily from his shoulders, constantly red hot from the flame exhausts of his backpack. Yet it is not his magnificent armour that inevitably draws the gazes of the onlookers. His hands are what truly unsettles the observers, one of them fashioned from scorching brass and constantly wreathed in a crown of baleful fire, the other one a reptilian claw dressed in iridescent scales, sparks of sorcerous lightning dancing across the tips of its crystal talons. Complex pentagrams and long-forgotten spells are tattooed across both of these hands with luminescent daemonic ichor, keeping the evil spirits residing inside them firmly bound. For the fists of Wieland are in fact Daemon weapons, with his right fist holding a Bloodthirster and his left fist infused with a Lord of Change. 

Thus his bare hands are far more dangerous than even the most potent power weapons. The right fist can hit with an impact of a ballistic missile, easily punching through tank armour and fortress walls; it's so hot that even stones melt in it. His left hand can fire devastating lightning bolts, but that is not its main function: with this hand, he can freely shape and sculpt any material like clay, be that metal, stone or even flesh. Though his hands are devastating in combat, they show the true extent of their powers in a forge. By using his right fist as a hammer and his left hand as blacksmith tongs, Wieland can forge weapons and tools that are not even physically possible.

Although Wieland is known to speak his mind openly, not even his closest apprentices know of his black heart's true desire. The mad smith secretly wants to forge a weapon with which he could challenge the Gods of Chaos themselves and win. While the absurdity of this endeavour is clear to anyone whose mind is not as clouded by hubris as that of Wieland, he is stubbornly determined to see it through. Recently, his attention has been drawn by the mysterious findings on the deceptively barren planets dotted with black obelisks that Astrologicon Imperialis dubs Tomb Worlds. The artefacts found there are wrought from a peculiar metal that is strangely effective against the denizens of the Warp. Wieland's determination to obtain as much of this wonderful material as possible has led to a series of seemingly pointless raids on uninhabited planets by the Death Smiths, from each of which they return with heavy casualties and great heaps of scrap metal in tow. In the deepest recesses of his forge, the master of Death Smiths experiments tirelessly with weapons made from this metal, trying to infuse them with magic. Even though his efforts have been in vain so far, there is no telling how much devastation his new tools of war could unleash upon the Galaxy if he succeeds in his task.

Wieland's unsurpassed prowess as a smith is known throughout the Galaxy, yet he possesses one more power nobody knows of. He can always sense where exactly any of the weapons he has ever forged are and who wields them. This makes him the only person in the Galaxy aware of the Voidwatcher's true whereabouts, as the Primarch was holding the Aeon Slayer when the Bloodseer pushed him into the Warp. Nobody knows what exactly the Hammerfist is planning to do with this knowledge, yet everyone who knows him even a little would agree that he would definitely try to somehow use it to his advantage. It is entirely possible that he might sell this information to the Bloodseer, who would probably be interested in destroying his genetic father once and for all. But this would be no easy task, for the disdain the Bloodseer and the Hammerfist feel for each other is legendary. Another possibility is that he could try to save the Voidwatcher from his prison in the Warp in exchange for the priceless knowledge of the Daemonic realm the Primarch must have accumulated during the millennia spent there. Theoretically, he could use his expertise in infusing souls into inanimate objects to extract the Voidwatcher's soul from the Empyrean and put it into a mechanical body like that of Talos, forged from the mysterious Tomb World metal for a good measure. But until there are any definitive proofs of his true intentions, this all remains pure speculation. 

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