[CHAR] In the Emperor's name we shall not falter! (A warhammer 40k roleplay. Featuring space marines!)

[Ollumhammersong]

Character Creation Sheet:

Name: if this must be explained to anyone than I am sorry, there is no hope for you

Age: Space marines live for centuries before their bodies start to fail them. But keep this reasonable based on what kind of character you want to play. A trained Astarte’s might well be anywhere from 100(younger members)-500(grizzled old fucks) years old. Senior positions and ceremonial roles like company ancients (standard bearers) are often even older as their name implies, some reaching 600-850 years old before their life of service ends, but those individuals are few and often exceptional even for Astarte’s.

A younger battle brother just taking his first steps out of the scout company into the devastator or assault reserve companies would likely still be over fifty years of age.

Appearance: Pictures are fine here, no anime is all I ask. A written description is fine as well.

Desired position: Reclusiarch, Master of the forge, Senior Apothecary, Sergeant, Captain, battle brother, etc. I am open to senior command ranks and other more mundane ranks.

Equipment: Some of this is going to be obvious. As Raven Guard descendants, our chapter was given a fine stock MK.VI and MK.VII power amour. Older suits like the MK. IV or just pieces of it Are possible but would only be worn by proven VIPs. (like the chapter master or chief librarian, or just a badass first company sergeant.)

But if you want a specialty weapon or if you are a specialist roll such as an Apothecary or techmarine than your equipment list is going to be a little more interesting.

On another note, certain equipment will be lacking for the rp. Such as terminator amour and centurion war suits. Check with me if you’re not sure. These may make an appearance or they may not. If they do they won’t be permanent gifts to your character but just brought in as necessary and removed when no longer needed for the story.

Abilities, Psychic or otherwise: For librarians, this part is obvious. But for other players it might include details such as 'trained storm talon pilot' 'trained predator gunner' etc. Or perhaps you are just good and something like marksmanship or want to play an assault veteran/sword master

Back on the note of librarians. Yes, I understand space marine librarians are powerful psykers and they can do some incredible things. Just don’t be stupid and try to make yourself Alpha or Beta level powerful

Personal History: nearly all of you will be at least a century old, something interesting in your lives had to have happened in time. As well, this is probably a good place to put your reasons for joining the new chapter. Drafted, handpicked, volunteered, etc.

To add to this, we are all from the same chapter. The same group of 1000+ warriors, chances are some of us might know each other or know of each other. Feel free to collab for backgrounds if you want. If anyone wants to work out shared history with the new Lord Commander let me know.

[Ollumhammersong]

Name: Tormon Vosk

Age: 293 years old

Appearance:
(an old Pict from his younger days in the 3rd battle company 7th assault squad)

Youthful, pale, dark haired. Overall a typical son of Corax. A his two service studs give away his youth and the brevity of his career by asartes standards. But the scars on his cheek and the hardened glint in his eye give an impression of how eventful those few short centuries have been for him.

Desired position: Lord Commander of the Celestial Falcons and all brethren and resources belonging to its name

Equipment:

Full suit of Mk.VI power armour, gilded and painted with the colours of his new chapter. Tormon refused personal offers of relic weapons and armour as would normally befit his lofty station. As great and tempting such offers were, he was not wanting to remove the living history of the Raven Guard from where he felt such relics most properly belonged. His only request was to be given a brand new suit of power armour, symbolic in his mind of his new journey. Its machine spirit will not be clouded and think itself still serving the raven guard. It would learn and even grow knowing only life as a servant of the Celestial Falcons, and him as its master.

As far as weaponry is concerned Tormon has access to a personal armoury supplying nearly every choice of weapon he could desire. As befitting his rank and title he could march to war with weaponry even that would make even Imperial generals and inquisitors jealous, having first pick of anything he might desire to wield.

Abilities, Psychic or otherwise:

Tactician- one must possess a keen tactical mind to be an astartes captain. Even more so to be a shadow captain of the Raven Guard. For they are some of the most reserved and tactical thinkers Even amongst other space marines. For while the Imperial fists and the ultramarines deserve every laurel they have earned. The Raven Guard have the willingness to act outside the codex when deemed necessary.

Since his elevation to Chapter Master, his tactical abilites have been pushed to greater heights and are often strained to their breaking point.

Leader- Tormon led his shadow company for nearly seventy years. Such a post requires more than just the knowledge of how to move soldiers around a battleground. To be an astartes captain of any chapter requires one to prove himself equal parts pitiless warrior, cunning strategist, inspiring leader, and tactful diplomat. Organizing and maneuvering the assets of an asartes company are laughably easy compared to the minefield that is working alongside Imperial high command and its senior officers. Some of whom think themselves superior in rank to a mere 'captain'. The ability to work with and not anger and damage relationships with the Imperium at large is a critical skill of any senior astartes officer.

Peerless warrior- Few individual astartes within a chapter can boast themselves better warriors than its own chapter master. Such an individual is often the single most martially gifted man in the chapter. Though young Tormon is a gifted warrior with bolter or blade. Perhaps in single combat he is not as capable as some of his more veteran officers.... yet. But with his potential and ability coupled with his still young age. His skills can only become more honed and deadly with the passage of time.

Personal History:

Hider

Tormon, like nearly all Raven guard he was born on Kiahvar, eking out an existence hiding from and working for the various gangs that choked the lower districts of the industrial sectors. We was discovered in his youth and forcibly taken by the chaplains of the Raven Guard, spirited away to their second home on the moon Deliverance.

His early years in the chapter were normal if un=exemplary. He served much like every other young marine. Pumped full of eight thousand years worth of heroic tales and solemn dirges for the honoured fallen. Driven, beaten, broken and rebuilt like the rest of the young aspiring scout marines. He learned and harnessed the power of Wraith slipping, honed his skills with a blade in the assault company, learned the value of a well placed and impeccably timed application of overwhelming firepower while in the devastator company, and above all temperance and balance serving in the tactical reserve.

For most of his years of service his sergeants and commanders believed him adequate to the tasks assigned of him. He followed his orders without any record of infraction or disobedience. And he followed them to the letter, always doing precisely what was asked of him, never any less and he never voiced complaints about his superiors or questioned their abilities to lead. This act kept him from a sergeants rank for longer than would be normal as he wasn't believed to have the initiative or imagination to take command. Nor did he seem to possess the ambition for rank.

But as mortal humans like to say 'some people are born to be leaders, they just need the right opportunity and the right moment.' Sometimes with the confusing adage 'A little nudge never hurts either'. Tormon was well over 150 years old was when his opportunity came in the form of a counter attack waged against them during scouring campaign initiated by his company to clean a world of its native xenos population. His actions while taking charge of his shattered squad and leading them not only to victory but assuming to give direction and orders to other sergeants on enemy locations and positions helped quicken the takeover of several provinces. and the destruction of numerous tunnels and breeding pits used by the savage creatures.

He was quickly given permanent command of his squad and proved an exemplary officer during the remaining days of the campaign. Following that conflict and his numerous contributions to it, Tormon became something of a rising star within the Raven Guard. Proving again and again his aptitude for both following and giving orders, rising to face whatever challenges happened to be thrown against him by the will of the chapter or by the cruel fates that control the galaxy. His deeds propelled him not only into the ranks of the veterans but into the company captaincy he held until recently. While he may have been and older sergeant he became a very young captain.

Once in that toll he built further upon reputation for daring and calculation, noted as more outspoken and verbal than most Raven Guard who gradually become more brooding and removed as they age. Often shouting inspiring speeches or blurbs to those fighting beneath him. Frequently forgoing the usage of traditional power claws in favour of bolder, more visually intimidating weaponry against his foes.

Like any good Raven Guard captain he used his natural gift of stealth frequently and to great effect. But he was never afraid of being seen either. Of offering the enemy a visual glimpse of their doom or letting his company see him diving into the thick of the fray to lead the initial charge.

He often believed that it was far more effective on your enemies psyche to mix between stealth and display. To give the enemy a glimpse of what was following them but deny them the ability to chase it. Just re-appearing often enough to remind them what was hounding them relentlessly, what would continue to hound them until they dropped from exhaustion or spent their last round of munitions firing futilely into the darkness.

Unlike most shadow captains he was loathe to use the Imperial guard or other mortals as bait for ambushes. A common tactic that has led to the downfall of many an imperial regiment, and earned the continued ire of Imperial command towards the chapter. This willingness to, in his mind utilize the Imperial military assets more effectively and his unwillingness to further damage his own reputation and that of his chapter with the Astra Militarum marked him as notably different from his fellows. This consequently meant his company was often put into greater danger more frequently as he used his own assets instead, but his tactical supremacy ensured casualties amongst his brothers were still kept minimal despite the increased risk. This made him disliked by more traditionalist elements within the chapter and even those hardliner proponents who served beneath him. Some believed he was endangering their lives to further his own image and glory. While others below him embraced his decisions and style of command. Some squad leaders and battle brothers emulating him, deviating further from established chapter norms, Believing Tormon’s rational to be wiser and more humanitarian and thus more appropriate for an astartes.

These and other deviations from the chapter norm made him a competent commander but too removed from Raven Guard ways to ever be considered for the mantle of Master of Shadows or even one of the more senior captain roles. Deviating slightly from the codex is not an issue for the Raven Guard, deviating from chapter tradition is a more tenuous decision to make. But one Tormon never shied from or was ashamed to justify and explain to his chapter master. Earning him at least grudging respect from even his most staunch opponent for standing his ground on the matter.

But those differences of opinion made him a perfect candidate for another opportunity. One the Raven Guard had been preparing for two hundred years after being contacted directly by the high lords of Terra and the Inquisition. And the chapter master thought that Tormon, of all the other captains perhaps had the greatest potential to make a mark in the Imperium outside the ranks of the Raven Guard. Where his disagreements and alternate habits could be put to more effective use to the galaxy at large.
Tormon is keenly aware he is younger than most of his new senior staff. And what effect that might have on their judgment of him. But he is not willing to apologize for his youth or his being chosen for the honour of leading the chapter over other potential candidates. And certainly he will not bow or back down to anyone as they balk against his tactical choices. He has little time or care for those who would complain about his every decision and blindly cling to the past and their old identities. He is the Lord Commander of the chapter, by the authority of the Golden throne itself he rules and will bow to the whims of no man living or dead save the Emperor. His officers can either learn to accept his leadership and his reformations or they can be replaced by those who will.

[Dealdric]

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[SillyGoy]

Name: Avernus
Age: 177
Appearance:

Avernus stands tall, even for an Astartes, reaching up to almost nine feet in height outside of armor. He is clad in standard Mark VII plate, repainted from the dark colors of his parent chapter to the glaring brilliance of the Celestial Falcons. He assesses threats and possible areas of tactical advantage through the rictus snarl of his Mark VII helm, and launches himself to the midst of the enemy with his jump pack. And together with his squad, he cuts into them with his bolt pistol and chainsword.

His features are wide, thin-lipped and gaunt, and his head is clean shaven. Like the rest of those implanted with the seed of Lord Corax, his skin is deathly pale and his eyes are jet black. He looks like a corpse even more so than the usual scion of the Raven. Veins and arteries can be seen bulging under his skin, traveling through the mountain of muscle that makes up his superhuman form. Sometimes they cross scars from past mistakes against equal or superior foes.

Position: Assault Sergeant

Equipment:

• Mark VII Aquila Full Set
• Bolt Pistol
• Chainsword
• 3x Fragmentation Grenades
• 3x Krak Grenades

Special Skills:

Shock, Awe and Death: Avernus was one of the the best assault marines in the Raven Guard. His strikes are swift, his blows are true, and his squad always seems to land at precisely where the enemy is at their weakest. Even among Astartes his melee combat skill is superb. He has absorbed the instruction of Corax like a sponge, and more than one armored column has fallen prey to his squad's ambushes and their barrage of sudden krak grenades.

Personal History:

Avernus' history before the Raven Guard is irrelevant to his current being. In fact, all he remembers of that time are just vague black-and-white images of a burning Hive World, and the giants that had come to save it. He remembers being chosen amidst smoke and flame, his still tiny hand awkwardly clutching a bloodied laspistol.

But after this, the memories turn from grayscale pictures to vibrant, colored explosions of recollection. Eager to prove himself and realizing the chance that he had been given, Avernus devoted himself entirely to the Chapter. He served his time as Scout without error and was eventually picked for the Assault role for his particular talent at hand-to-hand combat. So then Avernus began to thrive, under Sergeant Garren's command. He relished in the way the Raven Guard fought - the decisive victories won before the enemy even knew what was happening. Eventually Sergeant Garren was promoted to a higher position and Avernus would inherit the role of squad leader.

Avernus still serves in this capacity as a member of the Celestial Falcons, although he did not volunteer to be part of the successor brotherhood, and doesn't hold any strong feelings regarding the Lord Commander - rather, he was volunteered by one of the Captains. Offended at first, he quietly resigned himself to the logic that the new Chapter simply needed bodies and experience. Counsel with a Chaplain helped him to find peace with this sudden change. So he ultimately took the transfer as an honor, rather than an insult.

He was rather mellow with being stripped of his honors and starting anew. They were rather gaudy anyway. Besides, Avernus keeps his own honor roll - and that is his memory. The eidetic recollection of an Astartes gives him the ability to relive the destruction of any and every foe he has faced in the past. Space Marines like Avernus destroy the enemies of Man and this great honor doesn't necessarily have to be displayed for all to see. Visiting them in their shadowy monuments from time to time is enough to show respect. At least, that's what he thinks.

Avernus, then, has some obvious issues with his new Chapter's policies. However, he doesn't like voicing them out loud. Sometimes he is passive-aggressive over them, but he would never disobey a direct order.

Avernus currently commands Squad Avernus, an assault squad full of young blood eager to prove themselves.

Squad Avernus:

• Sergeant Avernus
• Brother Rovek
• Brother Bern
• Brother Sepricor
• Brother Erandor
• Brother Tarraq
• Brother Vurnon
• Brother Daramin
• Brother Thoric
• Brother Albus

[Wraithblade6]

Veniktor Haines

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Name: Veniktor Haines

Age: 397

Appearance: Veniktor has mid-length black hair, eyes so dark they could only be described as black, nearly white skin, and is average space marine height. He has no cybernetics, but has three hundred-year studs in his head where his hairline is receding on the right side. His expression is flat and unreadable, as is his monotone voice. He doesn't smile, and rumor has it he has never been friendly a single day in his life. To look at him is to look at one of the vermin-like Corvia, the small bird native to Kiavahr that the Legion is so fond of. His stillness in person is a stark contrast to the sudden violence he displays in battle when making a kill.

Desired position: Captain.

Equipment: MKVI Corvus Pattern Powerarmor, Jump Pack, Lightning Claws, Krak Grenades, Bolt Pistol (carried as backup).

Abilities:

Some say Veniktor once suffered the Sable Brand but was able to recover and regain his self control. This is how they explain his not-wholly-unique ability to call upon an almost supernatural level of fearsome, blind rage in the most intense heat of battle, and why his eyes are so black. Veniktor had trained to use a powerspear, with which he formerly employed the tactic of dive-bombing into the hearts of unsuspecting enemy commanders, but he now favors the claws as opposed to the more finesse-driven spear.

Personal History:

Like many of his brothers, Veniktor was recruited as a child from Deliverance, the moon of the forgeworld Kiavhar, homeworld to the Raven Guard in the Segmentum Tempestus. It was tradition in his family that the eldest male child be submitted for potential recruitment. It was an honor to be chosen, but at first, he missed his family. He wouldn't admit to it, for it was shameful to be caught still looking back, daring to hold any reservations about joining the Emperor's legions. Time passed and Veniktor eventually came to understand his personal attachments as the manifestation of a broader love for all imperial citizens.

He fought aggressively, always keeping the notion of being their protector foremost in his mind, and thus he fit comfortably in the assault ranks. After many battles, age and experience had made him valuable. He was promoted to assault sergeant and charged with leading his squadmates. He still does a fine job at this, but his tactics have drastically changed. Veniktor was in a battle to retake a forgeworld from chaos-infused traitor legioners about a century ago, and he was nearly killed. For a time afterward, had lost his mind, attacking even allies until his wounds could be addressed. Weeks of silence later, he returned to duty, but was no longer the same. He was quiet, judgemental, cold to the neophytes, and demanding in his training. He forced his squad to exercise even greater independence in their strategies than any other, least he reprimand them for failing to use their own minds where it was called for. Lack of wit was a punishable offense in Veniktor's black eyes. he seemed to be brooding over some vengeance denied.

Although the exact reasons remain unknown, Sergeant Veniktor was ordered to join the new chapter as one of their first captains. He had no say in the matter, nor would he have given one. He simply obeyed with a narrowing of his eyes and silence. This was probably an intentional move by the Master of Shadows who had become indifferent to him ever since his personality change. At least "Falcons" traditionally referred to the assault companies. Veniktor expected the new Lord Commander knew what he was getting into.

[Lady Selune]

Name: Caduceus Salambrite

Age: 433

Appearance:
Caduceus is a towering presence, a shock of black hair with a few grey streaks here and there top a form of almost 9”6. He bears the marks of many a battle, scars and the distinctive burnt webbing of plasma covering his knotted and pale skin. He has four honour marks. His eyes are a steel grey that seemingly pierce through any person, astartes or human, xenos or heretic alike. Normally he wears the traditional red robes of the mechanicus, with, of course, the distinctive white, cog-pattered lining.

Desired position: Master of the forge. Being the highest ranking techmarine currently within the Celestial Falcons, Caduceus is technically already of this occupation, but for now, it is not formal.

Equipment:
MK. IV Maximus Armour, painted into techmarine colours
Multiple servo arms
A power axe
Cadeaucus has the highly ceremonial forgemaster's pistol, a combi-bolter with a shorterned stock and barrel resulting in it being able to be weilded with one hand. Atop it is the blue shimmer of a plasma container.

Abilities: Being of the mechanicus, Caduceus is intimately familiar with the various rituals and procedures required to keep any equipment that may be needed by his chapter working, ranging from a humble bolter to a Land Raider Crusader. He can also neurologically interface with most vehicles used by the chapter in order to pilot them, and is a veritable walking arms platform of which to mount any and all heavy weapons thanks to his servo arms.

Back on the note of librarians. Yes, I understand space marine librarians are powerful psykers and they can do some incredible things. Just don’t be stupid and try to make yourself Alpha or Beta level powerful

Personal History: nearly all of you will be at least a century old, something interesting in your lives had to have happened in time. As well, this is probably a good place to put your reasons for joining the new chapter. Drafted, handpicked, volunteered, etc.

To add to this, we are all from the same chapter. The same group of 1000+ warriors, chances are some of us might know each other or know of each other. Feel free to collab for backgrounds if you want. If anyone wants to work out shared history with the new

[agentmanatee]

Varrin Krowe

Name: Varrin Krowe

Age: 382 Standard Terran years

Appearance: Varrin is an old veteran, having served in the Raven Guard for well over three centuries now and it shows. His face is a webbing of scars and marks, three honor studs dot his brow and surprisingly he has no cybernetics. His hair is black, but with many streaks of gray from age. kept slicked back and close against his skull but not cropped or shaved like many other marines. His body is similarly scarred, burns and old gashes long since scarred over. His armor is an old suit of Heresy pattern Power Armor, an honor gained by his actions during the siege of Hive Velix where the Chaplain Preached the teachings of Corx whilst leading a strikeforce to break the decades long siege. Its helm painted a skull like all chaplains, his shoulder recently repainted to show his new chapters sigil.

Desired position: Reclusiarch

Equipment: Mark V Power armor (full set), Crozius Arcanum, Frag and Krak grenades, 'The Ravens Fury' - A relic Plasma pistol given as a badge of office from the Raven Guards Reclusiam to mark his new position within the Celestial Falcons. The Plasma pistol does not draw from power cells like most standard versions, instead it is designed to connect to a larger, more powerful battery attached to a Marines power pack and fueled by a combination of its nuclear battery and excess heat. designed during the Heresy specifically to exploit the over heating issue common among Mark V armors. Connected to the battery through a system of tubes through which the deadly, white hot plasma is transported. While more powerful and with a larger clip size than a regular plasma pistol, it is far more volatile and heats up far quicker.

Abilities, Psychic or otherwise: Varrin is a powerful Close quarters combatant and Orator, like all Chaplains, he is also a staunch traditionalist. He beleives that the ways of their Primarch Corvus Corax are best, training heavily in the stealth and subterfuge used heavily within the Raven Guard. As a heavy Proponent and well traveled veteran Krowe is more than talented in the ways of the Raven Guard, a powerful skulker and stealthy warrior to a fault.

Personal History: Varrin Krowe is a distinguished warrior. He has served with the Reclusiam of the Raven Guard for nearly his entire career, an ever faithful and stalwart Chaplain he cut his teeth fighting the forces of Chaos, Night Lords. His oration, zealous demeanor and superior skills led the Raven Guard to victory and earned him his first scars. Since then he has stood sentinel at many of the Raven Guards most desperate theaters of war. Infiltrating planets held by chaos and ending their occupation, fighting on worlds in the center of charging Ork WAAAAAGHS!!! and hunting down their leadership. More recently he has taken part in hunting Tyranid Leadership, having recently returned from a successful raid against a Splinter fleet, having personally led team into one of the great Tyranid flesh ships to strike at its very heart. He is well known for daring and risky missions, some claiming the Chaplain has a fatalistic personality.

Regardless, upon his return it was decided he would take the role of Reclusiarch for the Newly formed Celestial Falcons, as out of the Reclusiam it was beleived he could best fit the new chapter. At first Varrin was ecstatic, until he met the new 'Lord Commander'. A traditionalist, he did not agree with the direction the Marine wished to take the Celestial Falcons in. Regardless, as a sign of good faith and a devotion to duty, he accepted the position still. He hopes to sway the Lord Commander away from his radical ideals and back to the ways of Corax

[GingerBaron]

Character Creation Sheet:

Name:
Captain Loch

Age:
312 Years

Appearance: Minus the Jump Pack (I love this model!)


Desired position:
Captain

Equipment:
MK. VI Corvus Helmet
MK. VII Aquila Armour Set
Power Axe
Storm Shield
Bolt Pistol
Locator Beacon
Melta bombs

Skills/Abilities:
Surveyor: Thoughtout Lochs time as an Astartes he has an innate ability to take in his enemy, environment and situation, plan accordingly even guess his opponents next move. This allows for counters, crucial reinforcements where needed to be successful. If the battle hasnt started it adds to his tactics of how he wants the enemy to react to his own deployment.

Deep Strike: Lochs own favoured choice is the drop pod to enter the frey. Look how the battle is unfolding and decide his best placement to bolster to troops morale and will to fight.

Close Combat: As a battle brother Loch enjoyed looking into the eyes of his enemy before purging them off the face of the planet for the emperor. He is swift and agile with his attacks, larger weapons was never his forte. He is adept with the use of multiple weapons but his preferred loadout is Power Axe and Storm Shield.

Personal History:
Loch grew up on the hive world Kiavhar, well grew up is to put it lightly he survived his time there. He wasn’t brought up in any fancy houses of the hive, never saw the riches, he was a street rat. With all street rats you live or die, Loch was very good at living and causing trouble whilst he did. Offering his services to various gangs he was astute at sneaking and thievery. One job arose which lead him to a near assassination of an Adeptus arbite officer however he was caught before he could sink his blade. He was summoned to high court to be judged, seeing the natural talents of the boy the judge sent him to the Raven Guard stating "Death is your sentence, whether it by gene-seed, training or in battle. Justice will be served"

Loch couldn't believe his fortune no torture or kill squad, his naivety was soon realised being transferred to the Raven Guard. Many of the men he saw on that transport he never saw again, it is known that the gene-seed and genetic modification is a harsh one which few surpass, Loch was fortunate again. With this fortune he did not turn his back on it and applied himself to his new life. His drive was never to give the satisfaction of his death to the judge for as long as possible. With Lochs age he probably surpassed him anyway. During Lochs time in the Raven Guard he was noted for his quick thinking, close quarters fighting and leadership.

Loch saw action during the Battle of Parocheus against the vicious Dark Eldar. At that time he was a tactical squad sergeant. One of many that was tasked to enter the tunnels towards the xenos base, his men clouded by uncertainty as well as Loch himself. These tunnels didnt seem right, like an illusion to mask the bigger picture, something was lurking. Loch threw up his hand to halt his men as they did Loch went to touch the sidewall of the tunnel and it was almost as if a dark mist surrounded it. Being in the mountain and with something larger afoot the comms were out of action, they decided to proceed further until a large quake surrounded them. Loch ordered a tactical retreat with fear of the earthquake covering the opening, other squads had the same idea, some were not so lucky.

That moment the Raven Guard knew there enemy, dark eldar. Ships in the sky and abominations pouring out of the mines. "Form up! May the hand of the emporer be on your shoulder on this day for you will not falter, we never falter!" Lochs willing words heard by his squad and brother around him, as resounding cheer before bolter fire lay down at the coming onslaught. Luck had been on Lochs side once again, even though the battle was over it was not won. Many brothers dragged away but it was not time to counter they were to few. At the return Loch commanded multiple squads during the entry of the mountain as he had been there, taking the fight into the heart of the mountain. Their brothers recovered, it still left a bitterness in Lochs mouth unable to wreak havoc upon whoever commanded this master plan. Loch from then on worked his way up the ranks until this day when he bid farewell to the Raven Guard.

Now has come the time for Loch to start anew, he was approached to join this new chapter with his knowledge and skills. Knowing of the Chapter Master or Lord Commander as he put it he answered the call willingly, adorning a new sigil and colours. He took a knee knowing he could help mould this new chapter and make it renowned amongst all others.