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	Interestingly, while mostly written to showcase Perturabo's ruthless and calculating nature, it also contrasts him against Guilliman quite neatly. Guilliman may have also been an organizational savant (also from a Greco-Roman culture...IN SPACE) who planned campaigns and battles meticulously, but he valued his sons and comrades keenly and wanted to avoid wasting lives in his strategies. Pert, by contrast, treated the Iron Warriors like bolter rounds, and only ever played the 'my poor sons I had to sacrifice' card when he was fishing for pity or admiration without actually doing anything to, you know, spare them from painful, meaningless deaths. As a somewhat intriguing aside, one of Perturabo's only non-war related constructions was a magnificent clocktower that he made for Guilliman. Guilliman quite appreciated the tower, and in fact liked it so much that he had it displayed in the center of Macragge's capital city. Whether this happened before or after Perturabo decimated his Legion is unknown, but the clocktower was never dismantled. Even after the Heresy, Guilliman kept it where it was and in one piece (current status in the 42nd millenium unknown).		Interestingly, while mostly written to showcase Perturabo's ruthless and calculating nature, it also contrasts him against Guilliman quite neatly. Guilliman may have also been an organizational savant (also from a Greco-Roman culture...IN SPACE) who planned campaigns and battles meticulously, but he valued his sons and comrades keenly and wanted to avoid wasting lives in his strategies. Pert, by contrast, treated the Iron Warriors like bolter rounds, and only ever played the 'my poor sons I had to sacrifice' card when he was fishing for pity or admiration without actually doing anything to, you know, spare them from painful, meaningless deaths. As a somewhat intriguing aside, one of Perturabo's only non-war related constructions was a magnificent clocktower that he made for Guilliman. Guilliman quite appreciated the tower, and in fact liked it so much that he had it displayed in the center of Macragge's capital city. Whether this happened before or after Perturabo decimated his Legion is unknown, but the clocktower was never dismantled. Even after the Heresy, Guilliman kept it where it was and in one piece (current status in the 42nd millenium unknown).

	His cold, mechanical restructuring of his legion can also be compared to many of his other brothers, as most of the Primarchs had a tendency to remake their forces to suit their preferences in culture and tactics. All said and done, Perturabo didn't actually fundamentally change the stubborn, dogged determination and technical expertise of the IVth Legion (unlike Vulkan and Guilliman, who DID take the stubborn, dogged determination of their men and tempered it with good judgement); he simply made it more ruthlessly efficient and enhanced it with his logistical and technological prowess, and arguably made it worse by fostering a culture of paranoia while micromanaging his troops to such a degree that many (though not all) of his officers were more worried about appearing indispensable than being independently competent. In essence, he took the ''easy'' way out by running the legion as if it was an Olympian war machine on a galactic scale, doing what came easily to him and fitting in some influence from his culture ([[Lulz\|iron-ically]], in a manner similar to Ferrus Manus reforging the Xth Legion's hearty valor into a belligerent engine of war). By contrast, he had brothers who took the time to reforge their sons into more [[Blood Angels\|noble]], [[White Scars\|united]], [[Space Wolves\|disciplined]], or [[Raven Guard\|humanitarian]] legions, even though the process took time and effort. This makes his initial decimation of his Legion all the more retarded, as despite killing a tenth of his own men for suffering too many casualties through stubborn attrition, Perturabo [[derp\|didn't fundamentally change anything about the way his men fought]]. Though to be fair, he wasn't the only one whose reorganizations weren't always for the better; veteran [[Word Bearers\|Imperial Heralds]] hated being turned from fedora-tipping church burners into Lorgar's Space Bible study group, while the valiant [[Death Guard\|Dusk Raiders]] were at odds with the toxic work environment of jockeying for Mortarion's favor. And of course, Angron sucked so hard at leading that the [[World Eaters\|War Hounds]] turned themselves into frothing berserkers just to try and be closer to him.		His cold, mechanical restructuring of his legion can also be compared to many of his other brothers, as most of the Primarchs had a tendency to remake their forces to suit their preferences in culture and tactics. All said and done, Perturabo didn't actually fundamentally change the stubborn, dogged determination and technical expertise of the IVth Legion (unlike Vulkan and Guilliman, who DID take the stubborn, dogged determination of their men and tempered it with good judgement); he simply made it more ruthlessly efficient and enhanced it with his logistical and technological prowess, and arguably made it worse by fostering a culture of paranoia while micromanaging his troops to such a degree that many (though not all) of his officers were more worried about appearing indispensable than being independently competent. In essence, he took the ''easy'' way out by running the legion as if it was an Olympian war machine on a galactic scale, doing what came easily to him and fitting in some influence from his culture ([[Lulz\|iron-ically]], in a manner similar to Ferrus Manus reforging the Xth Legion's hearty valor into a belligerent engine of war). By contrast, he had brothers who took the time to reforge their sons into more [[Blood Angels\|noble]], [[White Scars\|united]], [[Space Wolves\|disciplined]], or [[Raven Guard\|humanitarian]] legions, even though the process took time and effort. This makes his initial decimation of his Legion all the more retarded, as despite killing a tenth of his own men for suffering too many casualties through stubborn attrition, Perturabo [[derp\|didn't fundamentally change anything about the way his men fought]]. Though to be fair, he wasn't the only one whose reorganizations weren't always for the better; veteran [[Word Bearers\|Imperial Heralds]] hated being turned from fedora-tipping church burners into Lorgar's Space Bible study group, while the valiant [[Death Guard\|Dusk Raiders]] were at odds with the toxic work environment of jockeying for Mortarion's favor. The Iron Hands had once gone out of their way to avoid collateral damage and casualties amongst their allies, but upon Ferrus Manus's arrival, his obsession with strength caused them to disregard civilians nearly as much as the Iron Warriors themselves. And of course, Angron sucked so hard at leading that the [[World Eaters\|War Hounds]] turned themselves into frothing berserkers just to try and be closer to him (and they failed).

	However, while his faults as a general and a father are significant, it's important to note that firstly, Perturabo's reputation wasn't all bad depending on who you asked (however small a minority they were), and secondly, those same faults of his [[/tg/ gets shit done\|GOT SHIT DONE]]. His achievements, whether through ice-cold calculation or phenomenal ~~technical~~ brilliance, are well-documented here, so even if he was unimaginative and brutal, he was undeniably effective. He considered his own friendship as something that was hard to earn but impossible to break, and even befriended Magnus while possibly earning the respect of the Lion, who was arguably just as exacting in his standards and tightfisted with his praise, but whom at least acknowledged the men of his legion as his sons, and that he loved as such (albeit typically only ever in private). And even though he never actually demonstrated his love for his sons in any way that mattered, the Iron Warriors (at least those that didn't fear or resent him) looked up to Pert as a slayer of monsters (starting with when he first took command and slew the Black Judges) and toppler of tyrants, a distant, godlike father figure they fought and died for just so that they might live up to his standards and maybe, just maybe, get a "Great job, champ" from him. They felt this way about their Primarch ''all the way up to the actual uprising of Olympia'' even through serving under his remorseless command for a large part of the Great Crusade.		However, while his faults as a general and a father are significant, it's important to note that firstly, Perturabo's reputation wasn't all bad depending on who you asked (however small a minority they were), and secondly, those same faults of his [[/tg/ gets shit done\|GOT SHIT DONE]]. His achievements, whether through ice-cold calculation or phenomenal logistical brilliance, are well-documented here, so even if he was unimaginative and brutal, he was undeniably effective. He considered his own friendship as something that was hard to earn but impossible to break, and even befriended Magnus while possibly earning the respect of the Lion, who was arguably just as exacting in his standards and tightfisted with his praise, but whom at least acknowledged the men of his legion as his sons, and that he loved as such (albeit typically only ever in private). And even though he never actually demonstrated his love for his sons in any way that mattered, the Iron Warriors (at least those that didn't fear or resent him) looked up to Pert as a slayer of monsters (starting with when he first took command and slew the Black Judges) and toppler of tyrants, a distant, godlike father figure they fought and died for just so that they might live up to his standards and maybe, just maybe, get a "Great job, champ" from him. They felt this way about their Primarch ''all the way up to the actual uprising of Olympia'' even through serving under his remorseless command for a large part of the Great Crusade.

	At the time of the Crusade, Perturabo was a busy boy building citadels and forts on the planets that he had conquered, leaving always a small garrison behind. In the end it became a stereotype that the Iron Warriors had the best army for sieges. He was also kept far away by the other Primarchs, mainly because Perturabo had so much badass technology they did not possess and also because Big E wasn't too keen on having him ramble on about all this "democracy and peace" garbage. Perturabo had a big hard-on for Leonardo Da Vinci and spent much time searching the ruins of Old Earth for copies of his surviving journals, gathering his hidden papers and learning of the works he pursued in private. If the Emprah had named Perturabo his Praetorian and given him at least a share of the job fortifying the Imperial Palace, the Lord of Iron would've been a far happier camper.		At the time of the Crusade, Perturabo was a busy boy building citadels and forts on the planets that he had conquered, leaving always a small garrison behind. In the end it became a stereotype that the Iron Warriors had the best army for sieges. He was also kept far away by the other Primarchs, mainly because Perturabo had so much badass technology they did not possess and also because Big E wasn't too keen on having him ramble on about all this "democracy and peace" garbage. Perturabo had a big hard-on for Leonardo Da Vinci and spent much time searching the ruins of Old Earth for copies of his surviving journals, gathering his hidden papers and learning of the works he pursued in private. If the Emprah had named Perturabo his Praetorian and given him at least a share of the job fortifying the Imperial Palace, the Lord of Iron would've been a far happier camper.

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	{{Topquote\|No one becomes depraved all at once.\|Juvenal, ''Satires''}}		{{Topquote\|No one becomes depraved all at once.\|Juvenal, ''Satires''}}

	'''Perturabo''', also known as '''"The Hammer of [[Olympia]]"''','''"The Lord of Iron"''', '''Leonardo DaVinci in outer space''', '''"The Lord of Shit (according to [[Abaddon]])'''", '''Peter Turbo''', '''Whiny Bitch #1''' ~~and the~~ '''"[[TTS\|Petulant Manchild]]"''' is the permanently perturbed [[Primarch]] of the [[Iron Warriors]] and one of the most technologically-inclined of the Primarchs. He can look at a machine, disassemble it, and reassemble it stronger than before in the time it takes [[Magnus]] to cast a spell or [[Angron]] to swing an axe. He was famously cold and distant, having a very hard time relating with people and preferring to work with machinery and pursue his dream of [[Roboute Guilliman\|building a great civilization]]. This attitude was not improved during the [[Great Crusade]] for even though he wished to [[Rogal Dorn\|build, protect, and be celebrated for it]], the Imperium would never let him do so; he and his men were tasked with being the Emperor's workhorse/meat grinder Legion because the Legion's famous determination, endurance, and unflinching nature made them best for the job. Over the course of the Great Crusade, Perturabo and his Iron Warriors became increasingly jaded, angry, and wrought with despair at the horrors of war they were expected to face, and were awarded little renown due to the inherently mundane, dangerous, and mechanistic nature of their work (and that's without mentioning their MASSIVE casualties). By the end of the Great Crusade, Perturabo and the Iron Warriors were not the same. Determination turned to stubbornness; endurance turned to numbness; and grit turned to hopeless despair. This combined with Pert and the Iron Warriors having [[Rogal Dorn\|no]] [[Corvus Corax\|hope]] [[Roboute Guilliman\|of]] [[Fulgrim\|renown]], [[Sanguinius\|love]], [[Ferrus Manus\|or]] [[Horus\|respect]] from the Imperium, caused him to give up on his previous dreams of a greater future and turn against the Big-E. He is also ''heavily'' hinted to be on the spectrum; whether this means he is a super autistic remains to be seen.		'''Perturabo''', also known as '''"The Hammer of [[Olympia]]"''','''"The Lord of Iron"''', '''Leonardo DaVinci in outer space''', '''"The Lord of Shit (according to [[Abaddon]])'''", '''Peter Turbo''', '''Whiny Bitch #1''', '''"[[TTS\|Petulant Manchild]]"''', '''Galaxy's Saltiest Man''' is the permanently perturbed [[Primarch]] of the [[Iron Warriors]] and one of the most technologically-inclined of the Primarchs. He can look at a machine, disassemble it, and reassemble it stronger than before in the time it takes [[Magnus]] to cast a spell or [[Angron]] to swing an axe. He was famously cold and distant, having a very hard time relating with people and preferring to work with machinery and pursue his dream of [[Roboute Guilliman\|building a great civilization]]. This attitude was not improved during the [[Great Crusade]] for even though he wished to [[Rogal Dorn\|build, protect, and be celebrated for it]], the Imperium would never let him do so; he and his men were tasked with being the Emperor's workhorse/meat grinder Legion because the Legion's famous determination, endurance, and unflinching nature made them best for the job. Over the course of the Great Crusade, Perturabo and his Iron Warriors became increasingly jaded, angry, and wrought with despair at the horrors of war they were expected to face, and were awarded little renown due to the inherently mundane, dangerous, and mechanistic nature of their work (and that's without mentioning their MASSIVE casualties). By the end of the Great Crusade, Perturabo and the Iron Warriors were not the same. Determination turned to stubbornness; endurance turned to numbness; and grit turned to hopeless despair. This combined with Pert and the Iron Warriors having [[Rogal Dorn\|no]] [[Corvus Corax\|hope]] [[Roboute Guilliman\|of]] [[Fulgrim\|renown]], [[Sanguinius\|love]], [[Ferrus Manus\|or]] [[Horus\|respect]] from the Imperium, caused him to give up on his previous dreams of a greater future and turn against the Big-E. He is also ''heavily'' hinted to be on the spectrum; whether this means he is a super autistic remains to be seen.

	It is important to note however that Perturabo was more responsible for his fall into bitterness and cold spite than anyone, and that he blamed pretty much everyone other than himself for his choices. He claimed to hate that his foster father and the Emperor used his genius for nothing other than crafting tools of war. However, he chose to not build anything which brought him personal satisfaction or joy even in his off-hours, and dreamt up schematics for revolutionary structures and devices that were left to gather dust simply because he thought they wouldn't be appreciated quite enough. He became embittered by the horrendous casualties his Legion suffered during the Crusade, but it seemingly never dawned on him that tactics other than massive frontal assaults and danger-close artillery barrages existed. He complained to anyone who would listen about how he was always underestimated and unappreciated by his brothers but was unapproachable himself, and never realized that his brutal, mathematical and blood soaked approach to warfare made his brothers dislike working with him. And when all his flaws were ultimately pointed out by his sister Calliphone as the Iron Warriors butchered Olympia's population, he strangled her rather than reflecting on his massive martyr complex (though to be fair he cried about it afterwards...and learned absolutely nothing).		It is important to note however that Perturabo was more responsible for his fall into bitterness and cold spite than anyone, and that he blamed pretty much everyone other than himself for his choices. He claimed to hate that his foster father and the Emperor used his genius for nothing other than crafting tools of war. However, he chose to not build anything which brought him personal satisfaction or joy even in his off-hours, and dreamt up schematics for revolutionary structures and devices that were left to gather dust simply because he thought they wouldn't be appreciated quite enough. He became embittered by the horrendous casualties his Legion suffered during the Crusade, but it seemingly never dawned on him that tactics other than massive frontal assaults and danger-close artillery barrages existed. He complained to anyone who would listen about how he was always underestimated and unappreciated by his brothers but was unapproachable himself, and never realized that his brutal, mathematical and blood soaked approach to warfare made his brothers dislike working with him. And when all his flaws were ultimately pointed out by his sister Calliphone as the Iron Warriors butchered Olympia's population, he strangled her rather than reflecting on his massive martyr complex (though to be fair he cried about it afterwards...and learned absolutely nothing).

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	It is important to note however that Perturabo was more responsible for his fall into bitterness and cold spite than anyone, and that he blamed pretty much everyone other than himself for his choices. He claimed to hate that his foster father and the Emperor used his genius for nothing other than crafting tools of war. However, he chose to not build anything which brought him personal satisfaction or joy even in his off-hours, and dreamt up schematics for revolutionary structures and devices that were left to gather dust simply because he thought they wouldn't be appreciated quite enough. He became embittered by the horrendous casualties his Legion suffered during the Crusade, but it seemingly never dawned on him that tactics other than massive frontal assaults and danger-close artillery barrages existed. He complained to anyone who would listen about how he was always underestimated and unappreciated by his brothers but was unapproachable himself, and never realized that his brutal, mathematical and blood soaked approach to warfare made his brothers dislike working with him. And when all his flaws were ultimately pointed out by his sister Calliphone as the Iron Warriors butchered Olympia's population, he strangled her rather than reflecting on his massive martyr complex (though to be fair he cried about it afterwards...and learned absolutely nothing).		It is important to note however that Perturabo was more responsible for his fall into bitterness and cold spite than anyone, and that he blamed pretty much everyone other than himself for his choices. He claimed to hate that his foster father and the Emperor used his genius for nothing other than crafting tools of war. However, he chose to not build anything which brought him personal satisfaction or joy even in his off-hours, and dreamt up schematics for revolutionary structures and devices that were left to gather dust simply because he thought they wouldn't be appreciated quite enough. He became embittered by the horrendous casualties his Legion suffered during the Crusade, but it seemingly never dawned on him that tactics other than massive frontal assaults and danger-close artillery barrages existed. He complained to anyone who would listen about how he was always underestimated and unappreciated by his brothers but was unapproachable himself, and never realized that his brutal, mathematical and blood soaked approach to warfare made his brothers dislike working with him. And when all his flaws were ultimately pointed out by his sister Calliphone as the Iron Warriors butchered Olympia's population, he strangled her rather than reflecting on his massive martyr complex (though to be fair he cried about it afterwards...and learned absolutely nothing).

	When Horus decided to throw his [[Horus Heresy\|galaxy-shaking tantrum]], Perturabo already hated his brothers so much he LEAPT at the opportunity to dismantle the Imperial Palace that Dorn built. Unfortunately for him, things did [[Not as Planned\|not go as planned,]] so he and his sons were booted back to the [[Eye of Terror]]. Despite currently being a [[Daemon Prince]] of Chaos Undivided, he and his legion don't really care for the [[Chaos Gods]] or their daemons, preferring to crush loyalist scum their own way: [[Land Raider\|LOTS]] [[Typhon Heavy Siege Tank\|OF]] [[Defiler\|BIG]], [[Heldrake\|SCARY]], [[Maulerfiend\|FEROCIOUS]], [[Forgefiend\|SHOOTY]] [[Vindicator\|DEATHMACHINES]] [[Predator\|OF]] [[Rhino\|EVERY]] [[Helbrute\|VARIETY]]!!! By the way, [[Ferrus Manus\|we've never actually seen a picture of him]] as a Daemon Prince, though he is described as the ultimate [[Obliterator]]. Probably best we don't then. (Perty fanboys and lore purists alike hope against hope that this is [[retcon]]ned. Seems like GW's writers agree with the general consensus that Perturabo being a Daemon Prince is both stupid-- the Gods wouldn't give it to him-- and incredibly unsatisfying.) Unfortunately, the snippet from the limited edition of Halfbreed - Storm of Iron, all but confirms his daemonhood, although whether this means Perty is merely using Warpstuff to fill in the spiritual damage done by Fulgrim's ascension and is still ''technically'' a renegade, is still up in the air.		When Horus decided to throw his [[Horus Heresy\|galaxy-shaking tantrum]], Perturabo already hated his brothers so much he LEAPT at the opportunity to dismantle the Imperial Palace that Dorn built. Unfortunately for him, things did [[Not as Planned\|not go as planned,]] so he and his sons were booted back to the [[Eye of Terror]]. Despite currently being a [[Daemon Prince]] of Chaos Undivided, he and his legion don't really care for the [[Chaos Gods]] or their daemons, preferring to crush loyalist scum their own way: [[Land Raider\|LOTS]] [[Typhon Heavy Siege Tank\|OF]] [[Defiler\|BIG]], [[Heldrake\|SCARY]], [[Maulerfiend\|FEROCIOUS]], [[Forgefiend\|SHOOTY]] [[Vindicator\|DEATHMACHINES]] [[Predator\|OF]] [[Rhino\|EVERY]] [[Helbrute\|VARIETY]]!!! By the way, [[Ferrus Manus\|we've never actually seen a picture of him]] as a Daemon Prince, though he is described as the ultimate [[Obliterator]]. Probably best we don't then. (Perty fanboys and lore purists alike hope against hope that this is [[retcon]]ned. Seems like GW's writers agree with the general consensus that Perturabo being a Daemon Prince is both stupid-- the Gods wouldn't give it to him-- and incredibly unsatisfying.) Unfortunately, the snippet from the limited edition of Halfbreed - Storm of Iron, all but confirms his daemonhood, although whether this means Perty is merely using Warpstuff to fill in the spiritual damage done by Fulgrim's ascension and is still ''technically'' a renegade, is still up in the air. Corax returning in the 41st millenium with non-Chaos god granted warp powers does open the door to Peturabo doing something similar.

	==Origins==		==Origins==

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	After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected, the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight for no genuinely good reason). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.		After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected, the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight for no genuinely good reason). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.

	In the limited edition of ~~Halfbreed -~~ Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal-looking; he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being an uber-Obliterator. Besides that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.		In the limited edition of Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal-looking; he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being an uber-Obliterator. Besides that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.

	While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.		While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.

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	While his brothers don't do all that much, Perturabo doesn't sit on his ass all day. In 400.M32, he single-handedly annihilated the [[Forge_World#A_few_Forge_Worlds_of_note:\|forge world of Toil]] in eight days. With [[Nurgle]]'s help, he unleashed a machine-plague that transformed the planet's factories into walking monstrosities while causing [[Daemon Engine]]-spewing cables to burst out of the ground, making him the most deadly hacker to ever exist. He also helped [[Abaddon]] fuck up the [[Iron Hands]] during the 10th [[Black Crusade]] (possibly because he was sick of people getting the Iron Warriors and the Iron Hands mixed up all the time), making him the only Daemon Primarch known to have actually participated in a Black Crusade.		While his brothers don't do all that much, Perturabo doesn't sit on his ass all day. In 400.M32, he single-handedly annihilated the [[Forge_World#A_few_Forge_Worlds_of_note:\|forge world of Toil]] in eight days. With [[Nurgle]]'s help, he unleashed a machine-plague that transformed the planet's factories into walking monstrosities while causing [[Daemon Engine]]-spewing cables to burst out of the ground, making him the most deadly hacker to ever exist. He also helped [[Abaddon]] fuck up the [[Iron Hands]] during the 10th [[Black Crusade]] (possibly because he was sick of people getting the Iron Warriors and the Iron Hands mixed up all the time), making him the only Daemon Primarch known to have actually participated in a Black Crusade.

	After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.		After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected, the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight for no genuinely good reason). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.

	In the limited edition of Halfbreed - Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal looking - he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being a uber-Obliterator. ~~Beside~~ that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.		In the limited edition of Halfbreed - Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal-looking; he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being an uber-Obliterator. Besides that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.

	While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.		While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.

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Origins

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	The older fluff initially stated that the only lesson Olympia had to teach him was of his own superiority. The truth was actually more complicated than that. Dammekos certainly exploited his new "son" because as an Olympian, you used every advantage at your disposal to one-up your rivals: with all this inherent knowledge, strength and skill, Perturabo was used as a kind of [[Angron\|prize fighter]], paraded against the Tyrant king's enemies, humiliating them with displays of superior artistry, rhetoric and if need be, combat. He beat everyone effortlessly, vehemently refuting their claims of [[Emperor\|his divinity]] and thinking of them as ignorant fools, even going so far as to recite the story of [[Magnus\|Plato's cave]] to demonstrate how wrong they were, though he did concede that he was created by no human artifice, just not gods. He also grew tired of being used endlessly for the pursuit of supremacy, reasoning that his skills could be put towards architecture and engineering to make a better life for all-- but instead he was used as a weapon and he resented it. He knew he was better than all of them, but due to the constant political backstabbery of the court, mixed with their [[Ecclesiarchy\|retarded religion]], Perturabo was constantly bombarded by pestering Luddites and disbelieving idiots who did not believe what he was capable of, and had no way to properly demonstrate it thanks to the technological limitations of the world he was marooned on. He was also still an aloof and arrogant prick; the only person who tried to understand him was Calliphone, his foster sister.		The older fluff initially stated that the only lesson Olympia had to teach him was of his own superiority. The truth was actually more complicated than that. Dammekos certainly exploited his new "son" because as an Olympian, you used every advantage at your disposal to one-up your rivals: with all this inherent knowledge, strength and skill, Perturabo was used as a kind of [[Angron\|prize fighter]], paraded against the Tyrant king's enemies, humiliating them with displays of superior artistry, rhetoric and if need be, combat. He beat everyone effortlessly, vehemently refuting their claims of [[Emperor\|his divinity]] and thinking of them as ignorant fools, even going so far as to recite the story of [[Magnus\|Plato's cave]] to demonstrate how wrong they were, though he did concede that he was created by no human artifice, just not gods. He also grew tired of being used endlessly for the pursuit of supremacy, reasoning that his skills could be put towards architecture and engineering to make a better life for all-- but instead he was used as a weapon and he resented it. He knew he was better than all of them, but due to the constant political backstabbery of the court, mixed with their [[Ecclesiarchy\|retarded religion]], Perturabo was constantly bombarded by pestering Luddites and disbelieving idiots who did not believe what he was capable of, and had no way to properly demonstrate it thanks to the technological limitations of the world he was marooned on. He was also still an aloof and arrogant prick; the only person who tried to understand him was Calliphone, his foster sister.

	Before he knew the full measure of what he was, Perturabo was a cultivated scholar and a gentle man of peace. He lived for the utopian ideal of peace, freedom and enlightenment for all mankind and he was all for [[Reasonable Marines\|stopping conflicts through diplomacy if at all possible.]] His foster-father, in his eyes, was a tyrannical asshole who dismissed all of Perturabo's artful designs for theatres, museums, bridges as [[~~Fail~~\|follies]] and kept expecting Perturabo to perform the function of weapon and take over the world for him (so his family life was a ''tad'' strained), though to be fair, Dammekos did genuinely try to include Perturabo in his family and raise him with Olympian values which mixed realpolitik and valuing family, as twisted as that was. Dammekos even allowed Perturabo to name himself at his coming-of-age ceremony, despite the fact that Perty choosing his name as opposed to that of traditional Olympian champions caused the hardline traditionalists to grow butthurt, prompting Dammekos to smooth things over. Perty did try his hand at art once by prodding and provoking his milder adoptive brother to have a contest of statues, but when his brother's soulful, expressive, nuanced work showed up his own [[Fulgrim\|technically-perfect-but-emotionally-hollow]] piece, he promptly destroyed both statues in a bitchfit that would prove practically prophetic of his life's trajectory.		Before he knew the full measure of what he was, Perturabo was a cultivated scholar and a gentle man of peace. He lived for the utopian ideal of peace, freedom and enlightenment for all mankind and he was all for [[Reasonable Marines\|stopping conflicts through diplomacy if at all possible.]] His foster-father, in his eyes, was a tyrannical asshole who dismissed all of Perturabo's artful designs for theatres, museums, bridges as [[wikipedia:Folly\|follies]] and kept expecting Perturabo to perform the function of weapon and take over the world for him (so his family life was a ''tad'' strained), though to be fair, Dammekos did genuinely try to include Perturabo in his family and raise him with Olympian values which mixed realpolitik and valuing family, as twisted as that was. Dammekos even allowed Perturabo to name himself at his coming-of-age ceremony, despite the fact that Perty choosing his name as opposed to that of traditional Olympian champions caused the hardline traditionalists to grow butthurt, prompting Dammekos to smooth things over. Perty did try his hand at art once by prodding and provoking his milder adoptive brother to have a contest of statues, but when his brother's soulful, expressive, nuanced work showed up his own [[Fulgrim\|technically-perfect-but-emotionally-hollow]] piece, he promptly destroyed both statues in a bitchfit that would prove practically prophetic of his life's trajectory.

	After [[Emperor\|E-Money]] showed up on the East Side lookin' for his homeboys up in the 'hood, Perturabo had already taken over the planet for his other father and was ready to leave his petty little world in search for greater things. In joining the Imperium, he thought he was home.		After [[Emperor\|E-Money]] showed up on the East Side lookin' for his homeboys up in the 'hood, Perturabo had already taken over the planet for his other father and was ready to leave his petty little world in search for greater things. In joining the Imperium, he thought he was home.

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	===Capabilities===		===Capabilities===
	''Hold on, is architecture also art''? Of course not, it's autism. Box-drawing. Masturbation with a ruler and a sextant or whatever they use. You should demean and criticize the genteel institution of architecture. While extolling the virtues of the pure arts.''\| -Disco Elysium}}
			{{Topquote \|Hold on, is architecture also art? Of course not, it's autism. Box-drawing. Masturbation with a ruler and a sextant or whatever they use. You should demean and criticize the genteel institution of architecture. While extolling the virtues of the pure arts.\| Disco Elysium}}

	As mentioned earlier, Perturabo was born with the innate knowledge of pretty much all practical and metaphysical sciences, which pretty much sets him apart from all of his brothers in that he had no "real" childhood, no trial and error period of learning. On ''his first day'' he was debating (and dismissing) the nature of religion with his planet's wise men, and was master-crafting swords better than most smiths. You'd reckon being born knowing everything would stunt your emotional growth. Yes, other Primarchs like Angron, the Lion or Kurze got a pretty raw start but for better or worse they learned to adapt and rise to greatness (or infamy). Perturabo started off already being as good as he was going to get; though it would take time for his body to grow strong, his mind was already at its peak, and he had to spend decades on a shitty little backwater planet with no appreciable resources with which to build an empire the same way that [[Roboute Guilliman\|Guilliman]] or [[Rogal Dorn\|Dorn]] did, all the while having to slap down naysayers telling him that his fantasies of advanced engineering and space travel were impossible.		As mentioned earlier, Perturabo was born with the innate knowledge of pretty much all practical and metaphysical sciences, which pretty much sets him apart from all of his brothers in that he had no "real" childhood, no trial and error period of learning. On ''his first day'' he was debating (and dismissing) the nature of religion with his planet's wise men, and was master-crafting swords better than most smiths. You'd reckon being born knowing everything would stunt your emotional growth. Yes, other Primarchs like Angron, the Lion or Kurze got a pretty raw start but for better or worse they learned to adapt and rise to greatness (or infamy). Perturabo started off already being as good as he was going to get; though it would take time for his body to grow strong, his mind was already at its peak, and he had to spend decades on a shitty little backwater planet with no appreciable resources with which to build an empire the same way that [[Roboute Guilliman\|Guilliman]] or [[Rogal Dorn\|Dorn]] did, all the while having to slap down naysayers telling him that his fantasies of advanced engineering and space travel were impossible.

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	After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected, the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight for no genuinely good reason). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.		After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected, the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight for no genuinely good reason). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.

	In the limited edition of ~~Halfbreed -~~ Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal-looking; he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being an uber-Obliterator. Besides that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.		In the limited edition of Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal-looking; he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being an uber-Obliterator. Besides that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.

	While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.		While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.

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	While his brothers don't do all that much, Perturabo doesn't sit on his ass all day. In 400.M32, he single-handedly annihilated the [[Forge_World#A_few_Forge_Worlds_of_note:\|forge world of Toil]] in eight days. With [[Nurgle]]'s help, he unleashed a machine-plague that transformed the planet's factories into walking monstrosities while causing [[Daemon Engine]]-spewing cables to burst out of the ground, making him the most deadly hacker to ever exist. He also helped [[Abaddon]] fuck up the [[Iron Hands]] during the 10th [[Black Crusade]] (possibly because he was sick of people getting the Iron Warriors and the Iron Hands mixed up all the time), making him the only Daemon Primarch known to have actually participated in a Black Crusade.		While his brothers don't do all that much, Perturabo doesn't sit on his ass all day. In 400.M32, he single-handedly annihilated the [[Forge_World#A_few_Forge_Worlds_of_note:\|forge world of Toil]] in eight days. With [[Nurgle]]'s help, he unleashed a machine-plague that transformed the planet's factories into walking monstrosities while causing [[Daemon Engine]]-spewing cables to burst out of the ground, making him the most deadly hacker to ever exist. He also helped [[Abaddon]] fuck up the [[Iron Hands]] during the 10th [[Black Crusade]] (possibly because he was sick of people getting the Iron Warriors and the Iron Hands mixed up all the time), making him the only Daemon Primarch known to have actually participated in a Black Crusade.

	After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.		After the Great Rift appeared to fuck shit up, Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to besiege [[Segmentum#Segmentum_Obscurus\|Segmentum Obscurus]] worlds as he had been planning and attacked the planet Dysactis in person. However, the [[Death Guard]] had the same idea too; what's more, they were led by [[Mortarion]]. As to be expected, the two Primarchs had a grand old family reunion (a big fight for no genuinely good reason). The duel lasted for seven hours before Mortarion managed to beat Perturabo and drive him off. Being the sour asshole he is, Perturabo detonated a series of explosives before he left.

	In the limited edition of Halfbreed - Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal looking - he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being a uber-Obliterator. ~~Beside~~ that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.		In the limited edition of Halfbreed - Storm of Iron, we finally get a look at Perty's Daemon Prince form! He's... actually pretty normal-looking; he even still wears his ''Logos'' battle armour, though it's now massive enough to resemble a fortified Dreadnought-like sarcophagus and looks disturbingly alive, possibly canonizing the fan speculation of him being an uber-Obliterator. Besides that, he looks a little decrepit, with the skin of his face appearing pale and outright necrotic in places; guess using Warpstuff to fix that hole in your soul thanks to [[Fulgrim\|that overgrown peacock]] is pretty bad for your skin.

	While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.		While the Great Crusade had already done a number on Perty's aging due to stress, there is a delicious [[irony]] to be found in how poor Peter Turbo is starting to look [[Emprah\|exactly like his old dad.]] Someone, for the love of the Emprah's non-existent penis, please fetch the Lord of Iron 10,000 years worth of body lotion.

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	The older fluff initially stated that the only lesson Olympia had to teach him was of his own superiority. The truth was actually more complicated than that. Dammekos certainly exploited his new "son" because as an Olympian, you used every advantage at your disposal to one-up your rivals: with all this inherent knowledge, strength and skill, Perturabo was used as a kind of [[Angron\|prize fighter]], paraded against the Tyrant king's enemies, humiliating them with displays of superior artistry, rhetoric and if need be, combat. He beat everyone effortlessly, vehemently refuting their claims of [[Emperor\|his divinity]] and thinking of them as ignorant fools, even going so far as to recite the story of [[Magnus\|Plato's cave]] to demonstrate how wrong they were, though he did concede that he was created by no human artifice, just not gods. He also grew tired of being used endlessly for the pursuit of supremacy, reasoning that his skills could be put towards architecture and engineering to make a better life for all-- but instead he was used as a weapon and he resented it. He knew he was better than all of them, but due to the constant political backstabbery of the court, mixed with their [[Ecclesiarchy\|retarded religion]], Perturabo was constantly bombarded by pestering Luddites and disbelieving idiots who did not believe what he was capable of, and had no way to properly demonstrate it thanks to the technological limitations of the world he was marooned on. He was also still an aloof and arrogant prick; the only person who tried to understand him was Calliphone, his foster sister.		The older fluff initially stated that the only lesson Olympia had to teach him was of his own superiority. The truth was actually more complicated than that. Dammekos certainly exploited his new "son" because as an Olympian, you used every advantage at your disposal to one-up your rivals: with all this inherent knowledge, strength and skill, Perturabo was used as a kind of [[Angron\|prize fighter]], paraded against the Tyrant king's enemies, humiliating them with displays of superior artistry, rhetoric and if need be, combat. He beat everyone effortlessly, vehemently refuting their claims of [[Emperor\|his divinity]] and thinking of them as ignorant fools, even going so far as to recite the story of [[Magnus\|Plato's cave]] to demonstrate how wrong they were, though he did concede that he was created by no human artifice, just not gods. He also grew tired of being used endlessly for the pursuit of supremacy, reasoning that his skills could be put towards architecture and engineering to make a better life for all-- but instead he was used as a weapon and he resented it. He knew he was better than all of them, but due to the constant political backstabbery of the court, mixed with their [[Ecclesiarchy\|retarded religion]], Perturabo was constantly bombarded by pestering Luddites and disbelieving idiots who did not believe what he was capable of, and had no way to properly demonstrate it thanks to the technological limitations of the world he was marooned on. He was also still an aloof and arrogant prick; the only person who tried to understand him was Calliphone, his foster sister.

	Before he knew the full measure of what he was, Perturabo was a cultivated scholar and a gentle man of peace. He lived for the utopian ideal of peace, freedom and enlightenment for all mankind and he was all for [[Reasonable Marines\|stopping conflicts through diplomacy if at all possible.]] His foster-father, in his eyes, was a tyrannical asshole who dismissed all of Perturabo's artful designs for theatres, museums, bridges as [[~~Fail~~\|follies]] and kept expecting Perturabo to perform the function of weapon and take over the world for him (so his family life was a ''tad'' strained), though to be fair, Dammekos did genuinely try to include Perturabo in his family and raise him with Olympian values which mixed realpolitik and valuing family, as twisted as that was. Dammekos even allowed Perturabo to name himself at his coming-of-age ceremony, despite the fact that Perty choosing his name as opposed to that of traditional Olympian champions caused the hardline traditionalists to grow butthurt, prompting Dammekos to smooth things over. Perty did try his hand at art once by prodding and provoking his milder adoptive brother to have a contest of statues, but when his brother's soulful, expressive, nuanced work showed up his own [[Fulgrim\|technically-perfect-but-emotionally-hollow]] piece, he promptly destroyed both statues in a bitchfit that would prove practically prophetic of his life's trajectory.		Before he knew the full measure of what he was, Perturabo was a cultivated scholar and a gentle man of peace. He lived for the utopian ideal of peace, freedom and enlightenment for all mankind and he was all for [[Reasonable Marines\|stopping conflicts through diplomacy if at all possible.]] His foster-father, in his eyes, was a tyrannical asshole who dismissed all of Perturabo's artful designs for theatres, museums, bridges as [[wikipedia:Folly\|follies]] and kept expecting Perturabo to perform the function of weapon and take over the world for him (so his family life was a ''tad'' strained), though to be fair, Dammekos did genuinely try to include Perturabo in his family and raise him with Olympian values which mixed realpolitik and valuing family, as twisted as that was. Dammekos even allowed Perturabo to name himself at his coming-of-age ceremony, despite the fact that Perty choosing his name as opposed to that of traditional Olympian champions caused the hardline traditionalists to grow butthurt, prompting Dammekos to smooth things over. Perty did try his hand at art once by prodding and provoking his milder adoptive brother to have a contest of statues, but when his brother's soulful, expressive, nuanced work showed up his own [[Fulgrim\|technically-perfect-but-emotionally-hollow]] piece, he promptly destroyed both statues in a bitchfit that would prove practically prophetic of his life's trajectory.

	After [[Emperor\|E-Money]] showed up on the East Side lookin' for his homeboys up in the 'hood, Perturabo had already taken over the planet for his other father and was ready to leave his petty little world in search for greater things. In joining the Imperium, he thought he was home.		After [[Emperor\|E-Money]] showed up on the East Side lookin' for his homeboys up in the 'hood, Perturabo had already taken over the planet for his other father and was ready to leave his petty little world in search for greater things. In joining the Imperium, he thought he was home.