War Brothers
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| 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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- 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.
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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."
External Links
- First Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18014129/