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Knighted, Part 2: A Fine Sword

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	He looked over, seeing his wife standing there, a brown haired beauty who had stolen his heart one day. He had returned home, fresh from a scouting expedition in which he had slain a number of greenskins in the high fells, back to tending his tavern when in she had walked, into his bar and into his life.		He looked over, seeing his wife standing there, a brown haired beauty who had stolen his heart one day. He had returned home, fresh from a scouting expedition in which he had slain a number of greenskins in the high fells, back to tending his tavern when in she had walked, into his bar and into his life.

	"You know me, I have to make sure everything is perfect, today of all days." He said, adjusting his ~~swordbelt~~, the blade he had helped to forge hanging from it in its scabbard.		"You know me, I have to make sure everything is perfect, today of all days." He said, adjusting his belt, the blade he had helped to forge hanging from it in its scabbard.

	She shook her head, reaching up to make some minor adjustments. "Hush now, this is just a ceremony, to think that someone who slays orks by the dozen would be nervous over a little public display like this." She tisked at him. He tried to find something to object at, but her adjustments seemed to have made his armor truly perfect. He nodded.		She shook her head, reaching up to make some minor adjustments. "Hush now, this is just a ceremony, to think that someone who slays orks by the dozen would be nervous over a little public display like this." She tisked at him. He tried to find something to object at, but her adjustments seemed to have made his armor truly perfect. He nodded.

	"I have been working towards this day for the ~~pasty~~ twenty ~~four~~ years, I think I'm entitled to a bit of ~~nerves~~." He said, making her chuckle.		"I have been working towards this day for the past twenty five years, I think I'm entitled to a bit of nervousness." He said, making her chuckle.

	He looked at himself in the mirror, armored bulk dwarfing the woman next to him. "My love... do you have any regrets?" He asked, looking to her. "About us... I truly have been blessed to have you in my life but... I do worry that a Conservator may not make the best husband. My duties to the Imperium may well take me far from home for Emperor alone knows how long. I may leave for years at a time, or simply never return. I fear that my duty to my Imperium will prevent me from doing my duty to my wife." He said, holding her hand gently in his armored gauntlet.		He looked at himself in the mirror, armored bulk dwarfing the woman next to him. "My love... do you have any regrets?" He asked, looking to her. "About us... I truly have been blessed to have you in my life but... I do worry that a Conservator may not make the best husband. My duties to the Imperium may well take me far from home for Emperor alone knows how long. I may leave for years at a time, or simply never return. I fear that my duty to my Imperium will prevent me from doing my duty to my wife." He said, holding her hand gently in his armored gauntlet.
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	Marcus thought. "Brother sergeant." He said after some thought. "I do not know."		Marcus thought. "Brother sergeant." He said after some thought. "I do not know."

	The marine thought for a long moment, nodding his head. "An honest answer." He said, looking to the sword again. "Strive to be worthy with all your heart and soul, and you will be. Now, kneel." He said, raising the sword to the sky. Marcus went down on one knee, bowing his head. "By that authority which hath been entrusted in me, by the ~~chapter master~~, by the Imperium, by the Emperor himself by the action of his servants, do I induct thee, Marcus Killian, into the orders of the Conservators." He said, placing the sword tip on Marcus' shoulder. "Arise, battle brother."		The marine thought for a long moment, nodding his head. "An honest answer." He said, looking to the sword again. "Strive to be worthy with all your heart and soul, and you will be. Now, kneel." He said, raising the sword to the sky. Marcus went down on one knee, bowing his head. "By that authority which hath been entrusted in me, by the Chapter Master, by the Imperium, by the Emperor himself by the action of his servants, do I induct thee, Marcus Killian, into the orders of the Conservators." He said, placing the sword tip on Marcus' shoulder. "Arise, battle brother."

	He allowed himself a small swell of pride as he rose to his feet, the crowd bursting into noise and energy as he rose. Several more figures emerged from the temple, artisans in their work clothes overseen by a wizened tech priest in his rust red robes. A small curtain was set up around the new battle brother as his plate armor was stripped off and neatly stacked to the side. The artisans helped him into his undersuit for power armor, and then began affixing the armor around him. Piece by piece the suit was built about his body, until at last the helmet lowered onto his head, the marine blinking as he looked at the HUD for the first time.		He allowed himself a small swell of pride as he rose to his feet, the crowd bursting into noise and energy as he rose. Several more figures emerged from the temple, artisans in their work clothes overseen by a wizened tech priest in his rust red robes. A small curtain was set up around the new battle brother as his plate armor was stripped off and neatly stacked to the side. The artisans helped him into his undersuit for power armor, and then began affixing the armor around him. Piece by piece the suit was built about his body, until at last the helmet lowered onto his head, the marine blinking as he looked at the HUD for the first time.

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Knighted, Part 1: The Forge

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	It had been over two centuries ago that the Conservators first came to the world of the Asharn March, a young chapter looking forwards to a glorious history of service in the Imperium's name. Unfortunately a series of disasters robbed them of that destiny before they had even set the foundations for their fortress monastery. The Ork WAAAGH, the embargo of the Mechanicus, the total cutoff of all supplies and support beyond direct military intervention from other chapters or the Imperial Guard, all of it had left the young chapter destitute.		It had been over two centuries ago that the Conservators first came to the world of the Asharn March, a young chapter looking forwards to a glorious history of service in the Imperium's name. Unfortunately a series of disasters robbed them of that destiny before they had even set the foundations for their fortress monastery. The Ork WAAAGH, the embargo of the Mechanicus, the total cutoff of all supplies and support beyond direct military intervention from other chapters or the Imperial Guard, all of it had left the young chapter destitute.

	But as much had been lost, much had since been rebuilt. New members had been inducted, remaining weapons had been cared for with utmost care, even replicated where possible by tech priests and skilled artisans working with hand tools by firelight. Now, ~~almost~~ two hundred years later, the Conservators were a true fighting force to be reckoned with.		But as much had been lost, much had since been rebuilt. New members had been inducted, remaining weapons had been cared for with utmost care, even replicated where possible by tech priests and skilled artisans working with hand tools by firelight. Now, over two hundred years later, the Conservators were a true fighting force to be reckoned with.

	Marcus had spent two decades in the service of the chapter, as a scout marine. He had received all of the implants successfully, making him in body a full Astartes, a superhuman beyond the ken of ordinary men. Clad in masterfully crafted steel plate, sword at his side and bow in hand he had spent years fighting the feral greenskins who still sometimes arose to plague his world's beautiful green fields and peaceful folk.		Marcus had spent two decades in the service of the chapter, as a scout marine. He had received all of the implants successfully, making him in body a full Astartes, a superhuman beyond the ken of ordinary men. Clad in masterfully crafted steel plate, sword at his side and bow in hand he had spent years fighting the feral greenskins who still sometimes arose to plague his world's beautiful green fields and peaceful folk.
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	Before the mounted marine sat a solid wooden building with a stone chimney gently issuing smoke. It sat beside a coursing river which turned a large waterwheel connected to he structure, which looked to be both home and workshop. Marcus dismounted, walking his horse to the stable and penning her there, patting the animal before he walked back to the building. It seemed he had been noticed, as a stout man in an apron was waiting for him, his arms crossed over his chest. "So, you are the latest scout they have sent to me, Killian was it?" He asked.		Before the mounted marine sat a solid wooden building with a stone chimney gently issuing smoke. It sat beside a coursing river which turned a large waterwheel connected to he structure, which looked to be both home and workshop. Marcus dismounted, walking his horse to the stable and penning her there, patting the animal before he walked back to the building. It seemed he had been noticed, as a stout man in an apron was waiting for him, his arms crossed over his chest. "So, you are the latest scout they have sent to me, Killian was it?" He asked.

	The marine nodded. "Yes sir, Marcus Killian." He said politely, standing before the man. Despite how the marine towered over the human, the smaller mortal was in no way intimidated. The Conservators had long since become part of the general population of the worlds they oversaw. While there were still few of them, seeing one about the village in their daily life was nothing too extraordinary. Almost two centuries of constant casual contact had worn out any awe left at the sight of the superhumans. Marcus could tell when someone in his tavern was new by the moment of surprise in their eyes when they saw an Astartes serving mead at the bar, everyone in town had known him for years.		The marine nodded. "Yes sir, Marcus Killian." He said politely, standing before the man. Despite how the marine towered over the human, the smaller mortal was in no way intimidated. The Conservators had long since become part of the general population of the worlds they oversaw. While there were still few of them, seeing one about the village in their daily life was nothing too extraordinary. Almost two centuries of constant casual contact had worn out any awe left at the sight of the superhumans. Marcus could tell when someone in his tavern was new by the moment of surprise in their eyes when they saw an Astartes serving mead at the bar, as everyone in town had known him for years.

	"Very well, ~~scout~~ Killian, come with me and let us begin." The man said, leading the Astartes into the building behind his solid little home. Inside it was clearly a smith's forge, large stone furnace set up in the back wall, the waterwheel cranking a small generator, neat wires hanging from wooden rafters as they powered some of the more exotic devices in the smithy. "Tell me, marine, what blade do you envision yourself wielding?" He asked, leaning slightly against a large table.		"Very well, Scout Killian, come with me and let us begin." The man said, leading the Astartes into the building behind his solid little home. Inside it was clearly a smith's forge, large stone furnace set up in the back wall, the waterwheel cranking a small generator, neat wires hanging from wooden rafters as they powered some of the more exotic devices in the smithy. "Tell me, marine, what blade do you envision yourself wielding?" He asked, leaning slightly against a large table.

	The Astartes nodded, having thought long and hard on this subject, testing various blades out in the chapter armory in the nearby city. "A hand and a half sword, small enough to wield one handed but with a large grip for two handed fighting, sharpened on both edges and with a straight blade until the point." He said, picturing it clearly.		The Astartes nodded, having thought long and hard on this subject, testing various blades out in the chapter armory in the nearby city. "A hand and a half sword, small enough to wield one handed but with a large grip for two handed fighting, sharpened on both edges and with a straight blade until the point." He said, picturing it clearly.

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Knighted, Part 1: The Forge

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	He had yet to leave his homeworld of Gallorn, or Gallorn III as it was officially known. He chuckled, in his great grandfather's time nobody would ever have thought that, because the idea of leaving one's world simply would never occur to anyone. So much had changed over the past two hundred years.		He had yet to leave his homeworld of Gallorn, or Gallorn III as it was officially known. He chuckled, in his great grandfather's time nobody would ever have thought that, because the idea of leaving one's world simply would never occur to anyone. So much had changed over the past two hundred years.

	It had been over two centuries ago that the Conservators first came to the world of the Asharn March, a young chapter looking forwards to a glorious history of service in the Imperium's name. Unfortunately a series of disasters robbed them of that destiny before they had even set the foundations for their fortress monastery. The Ork ~~Waaagh~~, the embargo of the Mechanicus, the total cutoff of all supplies and support beyond direct military intervention from other chapters or the Imperial Guard, all of it had left the young chapter destitute.		It had been over two centuries ago that the Conservators first came to the world of the Asharn March, a young chapter looking forwards to a glorious history of service in the Imperium's name. Unfortunately a series of disasters robbed them of that destiny before they had even set the foundations for their fortress monastery. The Ork WAAAGH, the embargo of the Mechanicus, the total cutoff of all supplies and support beyond direct military intervention from other chapters or the Imperial Guard, all of it had left the young chapter destitute.

	But as much had been lost, much had since been rebuilt. New members had been inducted, remaining weapons had been cared for with utmost care, even replicated where possible by tech priests and skilled artisans working with hand tools by firelight. Now, almost two hundred years later, the Conservators were a true fighting force to be reckoned with.		But as much had been lost, much had since been rebuilt. New members had been inducted, remaining weapons had been cared for with utmost care, even replicated where possible by tech priests and skilled artisans working with hand tools by firelight. Now, almost two hundred years later, the Conservators were a true fighting force to be reckoned with.

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Knighted, Part 1: The Forge

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	He had yet to leave his homeworld of Gallorn, or Gallorn III as it was officially known. He chuckled, in his great grandfather's time nobody would ever have thought that, because the idea of leaving one's world simply would never occur to anyone. So much had changed over the past two hundred years.		He had yet to leave his homeworld of Gallorn, or Gallorn III as it was officially known. He chuckled, in his great grandfather's time nobody would ever have thought that, because the idea of leaving one's world simply would never occur to anyone. So much had changed over the past two hundred years.

	It had been ~~almost~~ two centuries ago that the Conservators first came to the world of the Asharn March, a young chapter looking forwards to a glorious history of service in the Imperium's name. Unfortunately a series of disasters robbed them of that destiny before they had even set the foundations for their fortress monastery. The Ork Waaagh, the embargo of the Mechanicus, the total cutoff of all supplies and support beyond direct military intervention from other chapters or the Imperial Guard, all of it had left the young chapter destitute.		It had been over two centuries ago that the Conservators first came to the world of the Asharn March, a young chapter looking forwards to a glorious history of service in the Imperium's name. Unfortunately a series of disasters robbed them of that destiny before they had even set the foundations for their fortress monastery. The Ork Waaagh, the embargo of the Mechanicus, the total cutoff of all supplies and support beyond direct military intervention from other chapters or the Imperial Guard, all of it had left the young chapter destitute.

	But as much had been lost, much had since been rebuilt. New members had been inducted, remaining weapons had been cared for with utmost care, even replicated where possible by tech priests and skilled artisans working with hand tools by firelight. Now, almost two hundred years later, the Conservators were a true fighting force to be reckoned with.		But as much had been lost, much had since been rebuilt. New members had been inducted, remaining weapons had been cared for with utmost care, even replicated where possible by tech priests and skilled artisans working with hand tools by firelight. Now, almost two hundred years later, the Conservators were a true fighting force to be reckoned with.

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Armored Woes

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	The squad reached their position. They took a minute to check their arms, praying that they would at least get a little surprise this time. Bows were strung, arrows checked, blades made free in their sheaths. “Ready boys, they're supposed to be here any minute... Now.”		The squad reached their position. They took a minute to check their arms, praying that they would at least get a little surprise this time. Bows were strung, arrows checked, blades made free in their sheaths. “Ready boys, they're supposed to be here any minute... Now.”

	Into the small clearing, across a gentle brook, the first of the boyz stepped out of the forest. A big beast, though only carrying a wooden club. An arrow took it in the neck, before the explosive tip exploded, beheading the Greenskin. With a cry of "~~WAGGGHHH~~!" Orks poured into the clearing, making towards the brook. More fell to the explosive arrows, but there were always others. Finally bows fell, and swords were drawn. Battle was joined on the far side of the water from the orcs, forcing them onto uncomfortable footing. Still, sheer numbers let them keep pressing. The Conservators' blades hued through their foes. Their armor was enough to fend off the majority of blows, but still, a brother fell to a particularly nasty blow to the head.		Into the small clearing, across a gentle brook, the first of the boyz stepped out of the forest. A big beast, though only carrying a wooden club. An arrow took it in the neck, before the explosive tip exploded, beheading the Greenskin. With a cry of "WWWAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" Orks poured into the clearing, making towards the brook. More fell to the explosive arrows, but there were always others. Finally bows fell, and swords were drawn. Battle was joined on the far side of the water from the orcs, forcing them onto uncomfortable footing. Still, sheer numbers let them keep pressing. The Conservators' blades hued through their foes. Their armor was enough to fend off the majority of blows, but still, a brother fell to a particularly nasty blow to the head.

	The brothers began to gather the orc corpses to burn them. “Still, one thing standard scout armor lacks that we get.” The Sergeant said as he shook the groaning fallen scout awake. “Helmets.”		The brothers began to gather the orc corpses to burn them. “Still, one thing standard scout armor lacks that we get.” The Sergeant said as he shook the groaning fallen scout awake. “Helmets.”

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 The Conservators are a /tg/ custom chapter, based around the concept of a chapter of Astartes who must make do with the bare minimum of supplies, in a technologically primitive area of space. Humble and proud at the same time, the Conservators are the badly equipped defenders of a series of Agriworlds on the edge of Imperial space, making up for their cobbled together arsenal with a peerless dedication to the well being of the common man, willing to do anything to protect the average people of the Imperium, even if they must engage in practices other chapters would deem disgraceful.

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House Agrippa

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	Many would be surprised to find a fighting force as revered and powerful as an Imperial Knight house, despite the Astartes presence. House Agrippa is an ancient house		Many would be surprised to find a fighting force as revered and powerful as an Imperial Knight house, despite the Astartes presence. House Agrippa is an ancient house
	hailing from another series of agriworlds some distance from the March. The Conservators engaged in a defensive action there against a Tyranid splinter fleet which crashed upon it, fighting long and hard to defend the helpless people there, and fighting alongside the brave Knights. Sadly the worlds were eventually rendered uninhabitable due to the hive fleet's culling and heavy toxin levels released during the fighting, but a large number of refugees managed to escape. The Conservators opened their borders to these unfortunates, allowing them to resettle within the March, which was similar in technology and culture to their home worlds. ~~house~~ Agrippa came with them, establishing keeps on several worlds within the marines domain. Ever since then, Agrippa has been a staunch ally of the Conservators and the March, their mighty walkers doing much to offset the lack of vehicular strength of their Astartes hosts.		hailing from another series of agriworlds some distance from the March. The Conservators engaged in a defensive action there against a Tyranid splinter fleet which crashed upon it, fighting long and hard to defend the helpless people there, and fighting alongside the brave Knights. Sadly the worlds were eventually rendered uninhabitable due to the hive fleet's culling and heavy toxin levels released during the fighting, but a large number of refugees managed to escape. The Conservators opened their borders to these unfortunates, allowing them to resettle within the March, which was similar in technology and culture to their home worlds. House Agrippa came with them, establishing keeps on several worlds within the marines domain. Ever since then, Agrippa has been a staunch ally of the Conservators and the March, their mighty walkers doing much to offset the lack of vehicular strength of their Astartes hosts.

	===Forge World Hephaestus-IV===		===Forge World Hephaestus-IV===

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