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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendl Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendl Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"> </del>Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the resources needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendl Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendl Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the resources needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendl Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Grendel </del>Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the resources needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendl Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Grendl </ins>Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the resources needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Grendel </del>Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the resources needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Grendl </ins>Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the resources needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">ressources </del>needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. Unfortunately, these aliens are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'', and to make matters worse [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] has decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords have managed so far cockblocked the Hive Fleet, but the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">resources </ins>needed to permanently purge the hyper-agressive "Barghesi" out of the Grendel Stars are unlikely to come anytime soon, considering the Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] to deal with.</div></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:IL 1st Co.jpg|thumb|left|150px|If their color scheme didn't make any sense it will now after they plant their foot up your ass.]]If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an [[Ork]] [[Kill Kroozer]] heading your way<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. So </del>you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Then </del>you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">over hear </del>them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">got </del>orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">into </del>the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">-</del>up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. But </del>at last the apparent Warboss cleaves <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">his way out of </del>a new <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">entrance of </del>his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, </del>plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fire</del>. Whatever <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">was </del>left of the [[Warboss]] is now being stomped on by a Marine in [[Terminator]] armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts he's standing in. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:IL 1st Co.jpg|thumb|left|150px|If their color scheme didn't make any sense it will now after they plant their foot up your ass.]]If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an [[Ork]] [[Kill Kroozer]] heading your way<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, so </ins>you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">; then </ins>you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">overhear </ins>them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">get </ins>orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">in </ins>the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, but </ins>at last the apparent Warboss cleaves a new <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">exit from </ins>his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, </ins>as there are a few dozen multi-meltas <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">and </ins>plasma cannons<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, </ins>and a few hundred bolters unloading their <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">on them</ins>. Whatever <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">is </ins>left of the [[Warboss]] is now being stomped on by a Marine in [[Terminator]] armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts he's standing in. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>*'''Defence of Valedor''' - Lost their battle barge when [[Hive Fleet Leviathan]] fell upon a Cardinal World.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>*'''Defence of Valedor''' - Lost their battle barge when [[Hive Fleet Leviathan]] fell upon a Cardinal World.</div></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>*'''Zeist Campaign''' - [[Marneus Calgar]] summons a force Astartes to throw back the expansion of the [[Tau]]'s Third Sphere Expansion. The Iron Lords answer the call and participate in the following [[Shadowsun#The 3rd Sphere Expansion|punitive campaign]] alongside the forces led by [[Cato Sicarius]].</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>*'''Zeist Campaign''' - [[Marneus Calgar]] summons a force Astartes to throw back the expansion of the [[Tau]]'s Third Sphere <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">of </ins>Expansion. The Iron Lords answer the call and participate in the following [[Shadowsun#The 3rd Sphere Expansion|punitive campaign]] alongside the forces led by [[Cato Sicarius]].</div></td></tr>
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</table>206.209.15.102http://2d4chan.org/mediawiki/index.php?title=Iron_Lords&diff=277696&oldid=prev1d4chan>One Snek at 17:05, 5 March 20222022-03-05T17:05:18Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">But apparently </del>these aliens <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">weren</del>'<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">t all dead yet. So </del>[[Hive Fleet Kraken]] decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">then cornered </del>the Hive Fleet <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">and told them </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fuck</del>-<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">off, thus the </del>"Barghesi" <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">(use by [[Beastmaster]]) </del>of the Grendel Stars <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">threats from an unknown xenos race on </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fringes of Imperial space. Then proceeded </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">exterminate said xenos race</del>. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Unfortunately, </ins>these aliens <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">are apparently ''really fucking hard to kill'</ins>'<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, and to make matters worse </ins>[[Hive Fleet Kraken]] <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">has </ins>decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">have managed so far cockblocked </ins>the Hive Fleet<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, but the ressources needed </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">permanently purge the hyper</ins>-<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">agressive </ins>"Barghesi" <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">out </ins>of the Grendel Stars <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">are unlikely </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">come anytime soon, considering </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Imperium has [[Great Rift|more pressing things]] </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">deal with</ins>.</div></td></tr>
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</table>1d4chan>One Snekhttp://2d4chan.org/mediawiki/index.php?title=Iron_Lords&diff=277695&oldid=prev1d4chan>One Snek at 20:45, 31 January 20222022-01-31T20:45:04Z<p></p>
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</table>1d4chan>One Snekhttp://2d4chan.org/mediawiki/index.php?title=Iron_Lords&diff=277694&oldid=prev61.6.232.133 at 16:39, 7 June 20212021-06-07T16:39:39Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" (<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">of the </del>Beastmaster) of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Then proceeded to exterminate said xenos race. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" (<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">use by [[</ins>Beastmaster<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">]]</ins>) of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Then proceeded to exterminate said xenos race. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:IL 1st Co.jpg|thumb|left|150px|If their color scheme didn't make any sense it will now after they plant their foot up your ass.]]If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an [[Ork]] [[Kill Kroozer]] heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the [[Warboss]] is now being stomped on by a Marine in [[Terminator]] armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts he's standing in. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:IL 1st Co.jpg|thumb|left|150px|If their color scheme didn't make any sense it will now after they plant their foot up your ass.]]If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an [[Ork]] [[Kill Kroozer]] heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the [[Warboss]] is now being stomped on by a Marine in [[Terminator]] armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts he's standing in. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Then proceeded to exterminate said xenos race. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endless xeno-hate of the [[Novamarines]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various [[xenos]] in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the '''Grendel Stars''' ''(a region located to the galactic east of the Hadex Anomaly)'' to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. [[Death Spectres]], take notes. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So [[Hive Fleet Kraken]] decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">(of the Beastmaster) </ins>of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Then proceeded to exterminate said xenos race. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:IL 1st Co.jpg|thumb|left|150px|If their color scheme didn't make any sense it will now after they plant their foot up your ass.]]If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an [[Ork]] [[Kill Kroozer]] heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the [[Warboss]] is now being stomped on by a Marine in [[Terminator]] armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts he's standing in. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:IL 1st Co.jpg|thumb|left|150px|If their color scheme didn't make any sense it will now after they plant their foot up your ass.]]If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an [[Ork]] [[Kill Kroozer]] heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the [[Warboss]] is now being stomped on by a Marine in [[Terminator]] armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts he's standing in. </div></td></tr>
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