War Brothers

War Brothers
Battle Cry	"Retribution For The Emperor!"
Founding	M37
Successors of	Dark Angels
Successor Chapters	None
Chapter Master	Uriah Hammerfell
Primarch	Lion El'Johnson
Homeworld	None, Fleet Based
Strength	Nominal
Allegiance	Imperium
Colours	Green, Grey, and Gold

The War Brothers are a fleet-based Dark Angels successor with a close relationship with the Black Templars. The chapter's battle-brothers are rarely seen without an aquila necklace, even in battle. They roused the ire of the fickle Eldar during a crusade against the xenos filth with a fleet of Black Templars. The War Brothers are deadly with the sword and calm in battle, and fight the enemy eye to eye, blade to blade. Their most famous member is their current Chief Librarian Drake Sigismund, who banished a Daemon Prince back to the warp in a glorious battle. The War Brothers seem to be influenced in their chapter beliefs by the Black Templars more than the Dark Angels or the Unforgiven, revering the Emperor as a Godly being.

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The War Brothers are an anomaly among the Unforgiven as they are not considered part of the Dark Angel's Inner Circle. During the chapter's early years, they were attached to a larger Black Templar crusade in order to build up combat experience with another highly mobile chapter. The core officers of the chapter were initially from the Dark Angels and they did their best to condition the fresh marines to the proper ways of the Unforgiven. But the close proximity to the Black Templars diluted the Dark Angel's influence.

This came to a head during a raid on a hive in which the War Brother's bikes would have been unable to progress. At the Black Templar's behest the War Brothers continued on foot where they impressed even the Templars with a righteous zeal rivaling their own. Ever since, the Dark Angel's influence has continued to wane as the younger recruits of the War Brothers began practicing Black Templar rites that encouraged the divinity of the Emperor.

Near the end of M37, the Dark Angel's Grand Master, Anaziel ordered the War Brothers to dedicate themselves to the hunt of and capture of the Fallen Angel, Cypher. The War Brothers outright refused this order, arguing that there were far greater and more numerous foes for them to manage than a single individual. The War Brother's chapter master removed himself from the Dark Angel's Inner Circle and the task of capturing Cypher was delegated to the Disciples of Caliban, a chapter the Unforgiven felt hadn't been tainted by outside influences as was believed of the War Brothers.

Chapter Master Uriah Hammerfell

6th and current Chapter Master of the War Brothers. Had distinguished service against Chaos as an Assault Marine in the Second Company, and later as a Vanguard Veteran of the First Company after fighting an Ork WAAAGH alongside the Black Templars. Uriah gained Captaincy of the Third Company after assisting Chief Librarian Sigismund in the slaying of a Daemon Prince. Uriah rose to the position of chapter master after the former one was killed in battle by an Eldar Ranger during a Eldar raid on one of the chapters recruiting worlds. Uriah was elected during a meeting of the surviving captains, chaplains and the librarian's after an endorsement from the Chief Librarian himself, narrowly defeating the captain of the second company in the council elections. He has since proven himself time and time again to be more than worthy of his title.

Chapter Trappings

Memo: To Azrael, on the state of the Unforgiven

War Brothers: This member of our gene-seed seems to be becoming influenced much to our disappointment, more by the Black Templars than our own flesh and gene-seed. They may prove to be a liability if we ever need one of their own to hunt our Fallen brothers, as they may view our secrecy on such a matter as hiding some type of heresy. We should be watchful of our Brothers of War, and keep them from seeing to much of our own secrets. --Ezekiel, Grandmaster of Librarians

No member of the War Brothers willingly parts with his Aquila necklace, a visible symbol of their devotion to the Emperor.

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The Blood of the Fallen

The Fallen had hoped that he would escape his foolish former brothers on this warpcursed world. The inhabitant's had not even raised an eyebrow at the appearance of a Space Marine, and for the first time in 10,000 years, he'd felt safe again. That was until yesterday. Two fleet's had appeared in orbit above the planet, and a crusading force of Black Templar's and a chapter that escaped recognition, but with a symbol that seemed familiar yet distant, had landed, cutting into his fellow devotees of Chaos with cries of praise to the Corpse-God. The Fallen had fought bravely alongside a small contingent of Word Bearers that had been spreading the glorious truth on the planet, before they were cut down by members of the unknown chapter, the Fallen barely escaped, wounded but still alive. And now he was being followed. A small group of the unknown ones had broken off from the main force, and had been trailing him ever since. The Fallen continued his walk towards the distant horizon. He would escape this day, no matter what it took. One week later: The Fallen cursed the Gods who had brought him nothing but misery. The small squad that was tailing him was now down to three men from ten, those seven having turned back to the main force. He could still hear the screams in the distance from the poor bastards being "Liberated" by the crusade. His ship had been totaled by the crusader's initial bombardment, but there was still a chance that the vessel that had brought the Word Bearers to this cursed world was still intact. The Fallen noted that he hadn't seen the three he'd thought were still following him through the mountains in a whole day. Then he heard a voice slightly farther ahead.It was a battlecry. "Heresy beget's retribution!" thundered from ahead as three marines charged out from an outcroping, chainswords whirring, their machine-spirit's eager for blood. The Fallen pulled his chain-axe off of his belt, and battle was joined. This was his only chance to survive, and he would not lose it to some stripelings not even worthy of the title "foe". The three attacked together, leaving no opening for him to strike, and keeping the Fallen on the defensive. He finally recognized the symbol, a variation of his former legion's emblem, as the chainsword's of all three pierced his ceramite breast plate. The Fallen looked towards his killers, his lifeblood spilling from his body, as they spoke in unison. "Retribution must be paid in blood."

In His Name

The mission was a failure.

Velias knew that even thinking this was heresy, but still he found himself unable to block it out, for it was a truth so obvious as to make his realization pointless.

He thought back, to the start of the operation. He had deployed with close to four hundred of his chapter's brothers, as well as a full regiment of Black Templars. Their drop pods had light up the atmosphere as they smashed into the hive city of Gomorrah Tertius, breaking dozens of floors of reinforced structures before coming to a halt deep within the bowels of that perverted city.

In retrospect, Velias thought, it had already begun to go wrong then. The pod doors had opened, and barely a second had passed before he heard the death cry of one of the foul cultists, agony mixed evenly with ecstasy as life left her. He looked around and managed to count seven other heretics before his vox crackled, and his sergeant's voice shouted for him to kill the cultists with an urgency he was not otherwise used to. A hundred and twenty years of battle had taught him that when such a command was given, you didn't think, you acted. And act he did, letting loose a rain of bolter fire just late enough for the remaining cultists to kill themselves, sending a ripple of energy through the area. Velias's eyes spent a second adjusting to the sudden change in light, and found themselves staring not at the gray metal of the hive city, but at a pulsating portal to the warp itself, crackling with sinister energies and spewing forth countless monstrous demons. Velias acted, drawing his chainsword and charging into the horde, roaring his regiment's battlecry, "United in faith".

Demons fell in droves, as chainswords and drop pods slammed into the heretical mass, but the horde was endless, and the gate showed no signs of closing. The mission was a failure, of this Velias was certain, but if he was to die, he would not allow himself to disappoint The Emperor. As he finished his train of thought, he felt his mind being assaulted by demonic whispers, tearing at his sanity as the lesser demons chipped at his armour.

From the gate emerged a monster beyond words, and as Velias felt blood drip from his ears the demon roared, sending its lesser siblings into a frenzy and overwhelming what marines remained.

And there, Velias lay, his armour slowly being chipped away as the weight of a hundred demons pinned him to the ground, his senses growing weaker by the moment.

Then, in the distance, a light, then a thunderous roar as a single drop pod slammed into the midst of the demonic horde, sending the creatures flying everywhere as it dispensed its cargo.

As Velias' last breath left him, he saw this, and recognized the shape of Drake Sigismund, chief librarian of the War Brothers, encased in golden light and burning with righteous fury as The Emperor came for Velias.

• An Eldar Raid
• The Speech

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