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Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness

Maeve

Point me in the direction of what needs to die, then get the hell out of the way.

Face

Name: Maeve.

Team Title: Bean Sidhes(Banshees.). Sometimes called Sirens, though Maeve hates that title. Called, in hushed circles, the Death's Favoured.

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Silencer

Alchemic Style: Combination of Vocem and Motem. Primarily uses Motem.

Asylum Code: LII(52), located on the bottom of her right forearm.

Weapons:

The Morrigan: A trio of knives coated in anti-alchemic substance. They have names carved on either side of their blades. Macha and Fury. Nemain and Frenzy. Badb Catha and Battle Crow. Macha is hidden in Maeve's boot. The other two are hidden against her back, in easily accessed sheathes. The handles have hand scanners, and if anyone but Maeve, or someone she's given permission to, tries to pick them up the handles shoot out two inch spikes to stab the unsuspecting. To prevent this from happening, one would have to know what to say to the knives beforehand, deactivating the spikes through a verbally delivered code.

Arwan: A hand gun that Maeve keeps holstered on her side, or hidden beneath her jacket as needed. Maeve keeps two typse of 12 round clips on her person, for any situation she might encounter. These are: Rounds coated in anti-alchemic poison, and explosive rounds.

Ceannlann Armor: This exo-skeleton frame is almost unnoticeable on Maeve's body, a thin wire edged with bone. Unactivated, it's merely just a thin wire along her body. When it's activated a thick layer of bone covers her entire body, toughened by her alchemy. Alchemical energy pulses through her new armor, tripling her speed, strength, and reflexes. Her face is covered by a skull mask that seems to glow with an ominous green light from the eyes.

B.S.C(Bean Sidhe Collar): This lovely little device goes around her neck, and too the casual observer it's just a choker necklace with an emerald jewel. Hidden by the jewel, is a small device that amplifies the voice of the user, in this case her screams. Vocally activated, it can be set to three levels. Level one being simply stunning those caught in it's blast, level two causing damage to eardrums and sever disorientation, level three hitting them as an actual physical force. To protect her own ears, she has another device that activates along with the B.S.C and filters out the screams. In case they have to work with partners, Kiara and Maeve both carry a small bag of the same filtering devices, only they can be easily removed and put in.

Alchemy specialization: Osteokinesis (the ability to manipulate and generate bones of your body, and bones that are belong to something dead)

Appearance: Standing at 5'8 Maeve is taller than her partner by a good 4 inches, with shoulder length red hair, cut carefully to keep from falling in front of her emerald eyes. Her skin is tan from years out in the sun. Her body is mostly muscle, with almost no curves and traits commonly considered feminine. Her face is usually set in an impatient gaze, excitement glimmering in her eyes. She usuall wears a zipped up leather jacket over a green short sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans jeans, and work boots that easily hide Macha. She tries to keep her clothing in relatively good condition, despite her abilities, and as such all the tears in her clothing has been sewn up. Her clothing is covered in sewn up tears. The only part of her clothing that isn't is her jacket that is constantly new due to her either ripping it entirely or tossing it aside and forgetting it.

Easily the most notable part about her, and what gets her identified most often, are the tattoos on her body and arms. They appear to be Celtic in nature.

Personality: Loud, boisterous, flirtatious, vengeful, Maeve lives up to her chosen name.

The world will not bend at her request. She must make it. Thus, that leaves little room for 'compassion' or 'mercy', or any other similar emotions. They invited weakness, allowed others to slip through your armor and then shove a knife between your ribs. Best to have a lively shell to keep others at bay than to let them in, let them hurt her again. Besides, life was meant to be lived quickly, forever on the fast lane! As such, she's twitchy. Fidgety. She can't sit still for any period of time, and always has to be moving. To her, there is no down time. There's only the next objective to be reached, be it one of her own making, or one given to her from A.M.R.O. She also sees the world in a very black and white fashion. You're either an enemy, or you're a friend. There is no middle ground. As such, she'll jump to conclusions, and possibly outright attack someone(no matter what she knows about them) if they anger her enough.

History:

-Her tattoos were not present until after being paired with Kiara.

-She arrived at an older age than most to Innocence, and was put on the fast track.

-She and Kiara hold the dubious honor of surviving the most missions with the Ante Mortem. Both total missions and consecutively. Whether it be through skill, luck, or sheer stubborn refusal to die, the Bean Sidhes have survived every disaster the Ante Mortem could throw at them. As such, there are whispered rumors among the rest of AMRO that they have garnered the favor of Reri and Angel, and are commonly associated with them.

She's hidden behind her name for so long she's, intentionally, almost forgotten who she used to be.

Kiara

Other: Her name isn't her birth name. Rather, she chose it.

Maeve has an obsession with Celtic mythology, even going so far as to learn one of the languages.

Similar to her namesake, Maeve has a high tolerance for alcohol.

Maeve has an extremely high pain tolerance, given that her chosen alchemy typically has her own bones bursting out of her body.

Theme songs: Fight by All Good Things

Or

Bad to the Bone by George Thoroughgood

Kiara

Call me an idealist, but shouldn't we be better than those we hunt?



Name: Kiara.

Nickname/Title: The Shadow Queen.

Team Title: Bean Sidhes(Banshees.) Sometimes called Sirens, though Maeve hates that title. Called, in hushed circles, the Death's Favoured.

Gender: Female

Age: Appears 26

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Hunter

Alchemic Style: Combination of Vocem and Sigillum. Primarily uses Sigillum.

Asylum Code: XXI(21), located on the bottom of her left forearm.

Weapons

E. L. G: A sniper rifle that can shrink itself down (think Mass Effect) to a subtle and manageable box on her back, and swtiches between normal, and explosive rounds. ELG is carved into the side.

Her only other weapon is a simple pistol nameless, has incendiary ammo, and used when ELG would take to long to use.

B.S.C(Bean Sidhe Collar): This lovely little device goes around her neck, and too the casual observer it's just a choker necklace with a sapphire jewel. But, in reality, it's much, much more. Hidden by the jewel, is a small device that amplifies the voice of the user, in this case her screams. Vocally activated, it can be set to three levels. Level one being simply stunning those caught in it's blast, level two causing damage to eardrums and sever disorientation, level three hitting them as an actual physical force. To protect her own ears, she has another device that activates along with the B.S.C and filters out the screams. In case they have to work with partners, Kiara and Maeve both carry a small bag of the same filtering devices, only they can be easily removed and put in.

Shadow Tail: Kiara's cloak doubles as a weapon. Made from nano-machines, it responds to Kiara's whims and desires. It can stretch out to twenty feet, harden to deflect attacks (including small caliber bullets), sharpen to make itself a stabbing or slashing weapon, and mold itself into crude shapes to better suit Kiara's needs.

Alchemy specialization: Kiara's specialization is Shadow Manipulation(Note: Shadows, not darkness. Therefore, to use her ability, she needs light.) She can manipulate shadows in sight to either make herself and allies invisible, give the shadows mass to grab and strike things, or use the shadows to move instantaneously between two shadows she can see, sinking into one and appearing out the other.

Appearance: Having Pale Skin, sharp, angular features(which are usually set in a smile), sapphire eyes, brown hair and given her choice of clothing, Kiara has been known to scare small children. Or at least, that's what she likes to tell people.

Regardless, it's rare to find her without her trademark black clothing and hooded cape. Black jeans, black long-sleeved shirt, black sneakers, perhaps it's a personal preference, or perhaps she's playing up the fact she primarily uses her alchemy to manipulate shadows, whatever the reason, she is almost never found without black everything. Generally, she is most often recognized by her black hooded cape that stops only a few inches above the ground, and can be tied to cover her entire body. The cape is usually tied in a loose knot so it can be easily shed and removed in battle.

When she isn't in battle, the cape is generally settled on her back.

Personality: While not quite as flamboyant as her partner, Kiara is certainly a unique personality.

Cheerful, in an almost unsettling manner, she sees everyone as a friend. Or at least, a friend to be made. Unless they're targets. She is much more cautious and calm than her partner, often stopping Maeve from rushing in or letting her anger get them into situations they couldn't get out of. She also has a much more compassionate and merciful streak than her partner. While it hasn't stopped her from killing targets, she still feels pity for them and does her best to make the kills quick and clean. Kiara bickers with Eric quite a bit, albeit quietly when the time comes.

History:

Don't let the cheerfulness or naivite fool you. She's more dangerous than I am.

Maeve

-Like Maeve, she arrived at Innocence at an older age.

-She and Maeve hold the dubious honor of surviving the most missions with Ante Mortem. Both total missions and consecutively. Whether it be through skill, luck, or sheer stubborn refusal to die, the Bean Sidhes have survived every disaster the Ante Mortem could throw at them. As such, there are whispered rumors among the rest of AMRO that they have garnered the favor of Reri and Angel, and are commonly associated with them.

Other: Kiara's rather fond of chess.

She hates the color white.

Theme Songs: Rage, Rage against the dying of the light

Or

Arise by Flyleaf

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness

Maeve

Point me in the direction of what needs to die, then get the hell out of the way.

Face

Name: Maeve.

Team Title: Bean Sidhes(Banshees.). Sometimes called Sirens, though Maeve hates that title. Called, in hushed circles, the Death's Favoured.

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Silencer

Alchemic Style: Combination of Vocem and Motem. Primarily uses Motem.

Asylum Code: LII(52), located on the bottom of her right forearm.

Weapons:

The Morrigan: A trio of knives coated in anti-alchemic substance. They have names carved on either side of their blades. Macha and Fury. Nemain and Frenzy. Badb Catha and Battle Crow. Macha is hidden in Maeve's boot. The other two are hidden against her back, in easily accessed sheathes. The handles have hand scanners, and if anyone but Maeve, or someone she's given permission to, tries to pick them up the handles shoot out two inch spikes to stab the unsuspecting. To prevent this from happening, one would have to know what to say to the knives beforehand, deactivating the spikes through a verbally delivered code.

Arwan: A hand gun that Maeve keeps holstered on her side, or hidden beneath her jacket as needed. Maeve keeps two typse of 12 round clips on her person, for any situation she might encounter. These are: Rounds coated in anti-alchemic poison, and explosive rounds.

Ceannlann Armor: This exo-skeleton frame is almost unnoticeable on Maeve's body, a thin wire edged with bone. Unactivated, it's merely just a thin wire along her body. When it's activated a thick layer of bone covers her entire body, toughened by her alchemy. Alchemical energy pulses through her new armor, tripling her speed, strength, and reflexes. Her face is covered by a skull mask that seems to glow with an ominous green light from the eyes.

B.S.C(Bean Sidhe Collar): This lovely little device goes around her neck, and too the casual observer it's just a choker necklace with an emerald jewel. Hidden by the jewel, is a small device that amplifies the voice of the user, in this case her screams. Vocally activated, it can be set to three levels. Level one being simply stunning those caught in it's blast, level two causing damage to eardrums and sever disorientation, level three hitting them as an actual physical force. To protect her own ears, she has another device that activates along with the B.S.C and filters out the screams. In case they have to work with partners, Kiara and Maeve both carry a small bag of the same filtering devices, only they can be easily removed and put in.

Alchemy specialization: Osteokinesis (the ability to manipulate and generate bones of your body, and bones that are belong to something dead)

Appearance: Standing at 5'8 Maeve is taller than her partner by a good 4 inches, with shoulder length red hair, cut carefully to keep from falling in front of her emerald eyes. Her skin is tan from years out in the sun. Her body is mostly muscle, with almost no curves and traits commonly considered feminine. Her face is usually set in an impatient gaze, excitement glimmering in her eyes. She usuall wears a zipped up leather jacket over a green short sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans jeans, and work boots that easily hide Macha. She tries to keep her clothing in relatively good condition, despite her abilities, and as such all the tears in her clothing has been sewn up. Her clothing is covered in sewn up tears. The only part of her clothing that isn't is her jacket that is constantly new due to her either ripping it entirely or tossing it aside and forgetting it.

Easily the most notable part about her, and what gets her identified most often, are the tattoos on her body and arms. They appear to be Celtic in nature.

Personality: Loud, boisterous, flirtatious, vengeful, Maeve lives up to her chosen name.

The world will not bend at her request. She must make it. Thus, that leaves little room for 'compassion' or 'mercy', or any other similar emotions. They invited weakness, allowed others to slip through your armor and then shove a knife between your ribs. Best to have a lively shell to keep others at bay than to let them in, let them hurt her again. Besides, life was meant to be lived quickly, forever on the fast lane! As such, she's twitchy. Fidgety. She can't sit still for any period of time, and always has to be moving. To her, there is no down time. There's only the next objective to be reached, be it one of her own making, or one given to her from A.M.R.O. She also sees the world in a very black and white fashion. You're either an enemy, or you're a friend. There is no middle ground. As such, she'll jump to conclusions, and possibly outright attack someone(no matter what she knows about them) if they anger her enough.

History:

-Her tattoos were not present until after being paired with Kiara.

-She arrived at an older age than most to Innocence, and was put on the fast track.

-She and Kiara hold the dubious honor of surviving the most missions with the Ante Mortem. Both total missions and consecutively. Whether it be through skill, luck, or sheer stubborn refusal to die, the Bean Sidhes have survived every disaster the Ante Mortem could throw at them. As such, there are whispered rumors among the rest of AMRO that they have garnered the favor of Reri and Angel, and are commonly associated with them.

She's hidden behind her name for so long she's, intentionally, almost forgotten who she used to be.

Kiara

Other: Her name isn't her birth name. Rather, she chose it.

Maeve has an obsession with Celtic mythology, even going so far as to learn one of the languages.

Similar to her namesake, Maeve has a high tolerance for alcohol.

Maeve has an extremely high pain tolerance, given that her chosen alchemy typically has her own bones bursting out of her body.

Theme songs: Fight by All Good Things

Or

Bad to the Bone by George Thoroughgood

Kiara

Call me an idealist, but shouldn't we be better than those we hunt?



Name: Kiara.

Nickname/Title: The Shadow Queen.

Team Title: Bean Sidhes(Banshees.) Sometimes called Sirens, though Maeve hates that title. Called, in hushed circles, the Death's Favoured.

Gender: Female

Age: Appears 26

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Hunter

Alchemic Style: Combination of Vocem and Sigillum. Primarily uses Sigillum.

Asylum Code: XXI(21), located on the bottom of her left forearm.

Weapons

E. L. G: A sniper rifle that can shrink itself down (think Mass Effect) to a subtle and manageable box on her back, and swtiches between normal, and explosive rounds. ELG is carved into the side.

Her only other weapon is a simple pistol nameless, has incendiary ammo, and used when ELG would take to long to use.

B.S.C(Bean Sidhe Collar): This lovely little device goes around her neck, and too the casual observer it's just a choker necklace with a sapphire jewel. But, in reality, it's much, much more. Hidden by the jewel, is a small device that amplifies the voice of the user, in this case her screams. Vocally activated, it can be set to three levels. Level one being simply stunning those caught in it's blast, level two causing damage to eardrums and sever disorientation, level three hitting them as an actual physical force. To protect her own ears, she has another device that activates along with the B.S.C and filters out the screams. In case they have to work with partners, Kiara and Maeve both carry a small bag of the same filtering devices, only they can be easily removed and put in.

Shadow Tail: Kiara's cloak doubles as a weapon. Made from nano-machines, it responds to Kiara's whims and desires. It can stretch out to twenty feet, harden to deflect attacks (including small caliber bullets), sharpen to make itself a stabbing or slashing weapon, and mold itself into crude shapes to better suit Kiara's needs.

Alchemy specialization: Kiara's specialization is Shadow Manipulation(Note: Shadows, not darkness. Therefore, to use her ability, she needs light.) She can manipulate shadows in sight to either make herself and allies invisible, give the shadows mass to grab and strike things, or use the shadows to move instantaneously between two shadows she can see, sinking into one and appearing out the other.

Appearance: Having Pale Skin, sharp, angular features(which are usually set in a smile), sapphire eyes, brown hair and given her choice of clothing, Kiara has been known to scare small children. Or at least, that's what she likes to tell people.

Regardless, it's rare to find her without her trademark black clothing and hooded cape. Black jeans, black long-sleeved shirt, black sneakers, perhaps it's a personal preference, or perhaps she's playing up the fact she primarily uses her alchemy to manipulate shadows, whatever the reason, she is almost never found without black everything. Generally, she is most often recognized by her black hooded cape that stops only a few inches above the ground, and can be tied to cover her entire body. The cape is usually tied in a loose knot so it can be easily shed and removed in battle.

When she isn't in battle, the cape is generally settled on her back.

Personality: While not quite as flamboyant as her partner, Kiara is certainly a unique personality.

Cheerful, in an almost unsettling manner, she sees everyone as a friend. Or at least, a friend to be made. Unless they're targets. She is much more cautious and calm than her partner, often stopping Maeve from rushing in or letting her anger get them into situations they couldn't get out of. She also has a much more compassionate and merciful streak than her partner. While it hasn't stopped her from killing targets, she still feels pity for them and does her best to make the kills quick and clean. Kiara bickers with Eric quite a bit, albeit quietly when the time comes.

History:

Don't let the cheerfulness or naivite fool you. She's more dangerous than I am.

Maeve

-Like Maeve, she arrived at Innocence at an older age.

-She and Maeve hold the dubious honor of surviving the most missions with Ante Mortem. Both total missions and consecutively. Whether it be through skill, luck, or sheer stubborn refusal to die, the Bean Sidhes have survived every disaster the Ante Mortem could throw at them. As such, there are whispered rumors among the rest of AMRO that they have garnered the favor of Reri and Angel, and are commonly associated with them.

Other: Kiara's rather fond of chess.

She hates the color white.

Theme Songs: Rage, Rage against the dying of the light

Or

Arise by Flyleaf

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness

Any room for an old hand to come back?

A Prompt for a slow-paced Space Pulp Venture

<Snipped quote by Rtron>
Been awhile since I've seen you around, old friend, how've you been?

@Inkarnate

So far so good. Computer went down for a bit, College got busy and then this pandemic hit. Still got a job though, since I'm an 'essential worker' (read: walmart worker) so not to terrible.

How's it been going for you?

A Prompt for a slow-paced Space Pulp Venture

I'm very interested.

The Reign of Sorcerers

Irawhaki

There! Just the slightest hint of something moving around him. Irawhaki whirled around, water splashing, as he caught another flickering movement in the corner of his eye. She was gone in an instant, leaving nothing for him to see but the emptiness of the tide pool. She was fast. He muttered a curse in frustration, idly rubbing the jewel hanging from his neck. This was taking too long. It had taken her this long to even get desperate enough to risk showing herself, any longer and the sun would begin to rise.

When it did, the tide pool would disappear, and she with it, and he would have to return tomorrow night. She had a connection to the night, a powerful one. The chill was beginning to seep into his bones and exhaustion was pulling at his eyelids. It was tiring, keeping himself ready throughout the night when she wouldn't even give him a reason to be ready.

He needed to get to her quickly, but how? She had been evading him all night and wouldn't answer to any of his calls, be they mundane or magical. He was beginning to be tempted to summon allies from the afterlife and drag her out. So that he could finally deal with he-

The distraction was all that she needed. One moment Irawhaki was distracted by his frustrations. The next, she hit him with all the force of a wave. The sorcerer only barely got his hands up in time, sliding backwards in the pool as his hands clasped around the disturbingly soft flesh of her wrists. Long claws scraped his neck, barely held back.

As she screamed, a vision overtook him.

A young girl giggled as two boys showed off, competing for her affection.

One was the chief's son, destined to rule the tribe. Arrogant, and it showed in his nature.

The other the son of a fisherman, with a warm heart and pretty smile.

Irawhaki gasped as he came back into reality, throwing the spirit back. His neck stung, an unsettling reminder of how quickly he had come to experiencing death once again. She snarled at him, hatred and rage emanating from her bloated body, dripping with sea water and crawling with crustaceans. The strength of her enmity gave him pause. She would not go as willingly as some had. He held out his hands, placating. "Spirit, I am Irawhaki. Speaker of the Dead. I feel the rage in you. Let me hel-" She howled and threw herself at him again as the sound made him instinctively cover his ears.

This time he was not fast enough to stop her attack and he screamed as her claws pierced his shoulders. She slammed him into the ground, the cold water of the tide pool enveloping his head as he was thrown into another vision.

She had made her decision.

The chief's son offered a life of luxury, but not of happiness.

He was not happy when she told him of her choice, but she had expected that.

What she hadn't expected was the flash of rage that gleamed in his eyes, gone so quickly that she wasn't sure if she had imagined it.

Cold water filled Irawhaki's lungs as he instinctively inhaled as the vision faded. The spirits claws were still deep in his shoulders, keeping him under the water. He could just hear her terrible howling as she pushed, trying to make him suffer for the evils of another.

Unfortunately for her, he no longer needed to breathe.

Irawhaki reached up, flailing with his hands until he found her face. Gripping as tightly as he could, screaming again as she sank her rotten teeth into his thumb, he pushed with all the might he possessed. With the grotesque feeling of flesh and bone giving beneath his fingers, he threw the spirit off of him. Blood began to pour from his wounds as the claws were ripped from his shoulders. He climbed to his feet, vomiting up seawater and the dead gods only knew what else.

He looked up at the sound of snapping and wailing. The spirit was putting herself back together, hands clasped to her face, getting ready for another assault. Not this time. Irawhaki summoned his waning strength and charged into the spirit. Another vision overtook him as they crashed into the ground.

She was by herself, far from the village. It was quiet here, and beautiful at night.

She sang softly to herself, preparing for a bath in the warm tide pool.

The splashing of someone approaching caught her attention.

It was the chief's son. She smiled and greeted him as he approached, face cast in shadow.

She began to feel uneasy as he got closer. Something was wrong.

Too late she tried to back up, and he was upon her.

Hands like stone around her throat, grasping squeezing.

He was ranting, raving, she couldn't make out the words.

Stars in her vision as he slammed her head into a nearby rock.

Agonizing pain and hot blood pouring down her head.

She tried scream for help but no one answered.

She had come her for it's isolation.

Warm water filling her lungs as he held her underwater.

Death came.

But not the peace that should have with it.

Rage. Rage and hatred filled her as her soul left her body.

She watched. And her rage grew.

The village moved on.

Believed his lies about her death.

Allowed him to become chief.

He would pay. They would pay. She would ensure it.

Irawhaki returned, still struggling with the spirit. He had to shout to be heard over her unearthly screaming. "I can bring you justice! I can bring him to justice! You know he's still alive! I can do, what you and they could not! I can bring you peace! Rest spirit! Rest and allow me to bring you the justice you seek, and the peace you deserve." With each of his words he began to push his magical might into her. Purifying the corruption in her incorporeal body. Quieting the rage at her core.

As he did, her body began to change and shift. Transforming from a bloated corpse with rotting fangs and claws to a young woman. Beautiful and serene, smiling softly as a soft light infused her.

Carefully, Irawhaki let go. She smiled expectantly at him, eyes darting towards the village. He waved a weary hand, leaning back against a rock. "Yes, yes. A moment. I need to regain my energy. That was...tiring."

She shrugged apologetically.

notes

Irawhaki battles a corrupted spirit, haunting the tide pools of a local village.

It is discovered that she was murdered by the current chief, and Irawhaki promises to bring her justice as he purifies her.

He is currently recovering from the battle, and then will bring judgement upon the chief.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

@BCTheEntity The Golden Spears are finished and ready for review.

Primarch

Name: Kaldun, the Golden Conqueror

Gender: Male

Homeworld: Baalros

Baalros is a Feral Death planet located on the far reaches of imperial space and is mostly mountainous terrain with frozen valleys in between the peaks, filled with mutated monsters. Nearly all of the 15 million strong population lives in fortress cities atop these mountains, safe from the highly aggressive and mutated nightmares below. These cities are built around ancient gravity wells, keeping the oppressive and crushing natural gravity of Baalros at bay. Once, before the rise of Primarch Kaldun, hordes of Feral Ogryn roamed the frozen plains and would attack the fortresses fairly regularly. Now, nearly all of the Ogryn that exist on Baalros are tamed, and completely loyal to Kaldun and the Imperium.

It had always been a haven for those who wanted to escape the galaxy’s notice, and where the powerful would send their criminals or other undesirables. This was no exception when the Age of Strife began, and psykers either fled the persecution they faced on their own planets and throughout human space, or were sent there by the more merciful planetary rulers, to hide their shame.

When warp storms devastated the surrounding system, Baalros barely survived. It’s already harsh frozen lands were aggressively mutated by the storms, turning what were once merely inhospitable lands into hellscapes of mutants and monsters. The people fled to the mountains, building fortresses around the gravity wells ( that allowed the wardens of the prisoners to survive on the high gravity planet) to fight off the nightmares below. In the inevitable power struggles that followed, psykers would rise to be the ruling class. Of those, the only ones that survived were the ones who learned how to defend themselves from possession and master their powers.. They and their chosen followers established small kingdoms in the mountains, and would war with each other over resources and control within the gravity wells. By the time the warp storms had ended, Baalros had regressed back to the iron age with the Psyker King’s bloodlines still ruling with an iron fist and battling with each other for dominance. The reasoning for the teachings the Psyker King’s passed down to each other from generation to generation was forgotten, but never stopped, protecting them from the predators of the Warp even if they no longer even knew of the Warp.

Appearance: Kaldun stands at 12 feet tall, with golden hair, fair skin, and piercing golden eyes. A scar goes across his face, stretching from the top left of his forehead to the bottom right of his chin. A reminder he keeps, despite the malleability of his form, of the benefits of restraint. In battle his power armor is similar to that of his Legion, shining gold with a black trim, the golden spear that marks the heraldry of the Legion emblazoned on his chest. In battle Kaldun carries a force spear of his own creation. A short spear that is meant to be wielded in one hand Kaldun’s spear can be thrown a short distance, smiting his enemies, and return to his hand again. In the seldom instances where neither his vast psychic powers nor his spear can reach his enemies, Kaldun keeps a heavy bolter on his person.

On the rare occasion he is not in armor, Kaldun wears Astartes robes and a body glove.

Personality: Arrogant, self-righteous, proud, rowdy, and possessing a temper that is both quick to ignite and terrible to behold, Kaldun is akin to a force of nature. Weakness and self-doubt were the traits of the dead in Baalros, and it is a lesson that Kaldun keeps with him at all times, especially as a leader in the Great Crusade. There is no place in the Emperor’s plan for doubt, and any weakness must be crushed if Kaldun’s father’s plan is to be realized. He possesses little patience for the careful planning and plotting of some of his brothers or sisters, instead preferring to rush forward and claim his destiny, and the destiny of mankind.

After bringing his savage homeworld under his control and taming as much of it as possible, Kaldun has an unshakeable faith in himself and his path. If he has made a choice, he is certain it is the right one and there is nearly nothing that can dissuade him from it. While proud, Kaldun isn’t resistant to change. This is most readily apparent in his approach to psychic abilities, technology, and tactics of his enemies, even xenos. If it is a technique he can learn, a technology his legion can benefit from, or tactics he can put to use, he will do so.

He takes a savage joy in all aspects of life, from the sorrows of defeat to the elations of victory.

Kaldun is not suited for the more patient or delicate tasks. He is not the one who plans out great strategies, the logistics of war, or organizing a planet after it has been conquered. Kaldun chafes under what he views as the shackles of running an empire. He is a conqueror, not an administrator and leaves the intricacies to those far more suited than he is.

Skills:

Natural Warrior: Kaldun is a master of warfare, possessing an instinctive knowledge of the flow and ebb of battle and, while preferring close combat himself, knows how to plan for a war. For those parts of battle that Kaldun himself is weak at (logistical planning, grand strategy, assassinations, scouting, etc etc) Kaldun knows how to appoint the best possible person for the job.

Psyker King: Kaldun is one of the three most powerful Psykers in the Imperium, capable of both skills of impeccable finesse and terrifying raw power, and he doesn't shy away from using his powers. He was taught by his mortal father in Baalros that his powers are meant to be used to their fullest ability to establish his control and protect those under his charge, and Kaldun keeps those teachings with him. As such, Kaldun views his powers as a tool more than anything else, a weapon to be used against the Imperium's foes. He wields them as another weapon in his arsenal. A very powerful one, certainly, but nothing more than another tool of war. It matters little where these powers come from, so long as they function. This mentality, pressed upon him by Baalros and its focus on function and survival, has led him to mostly ignore the Warp. While he is aware of its existence and knows that it is where he draws his powers from, Kaldun spends little to no time actually looking into it the little bit that he can. So long as it keeps fueling his powers, he cares little for what it is and how it works.

Assignment Grade: Alpha Plus.

Kaldun has mastered all the known Imperial Disciplines with ease, instinctively picking up the skills as he was taught them (though, it should be noted that his definition of mastering divination is to study the skill long enough that he can lightly reach into the future in battle giving him supernatural instincts and reactions to attacks) and has a myriad of other powers that aren't defined to the Imperial Disciplines. An immensely powerful Psyker Kaldun is only shadowed by his father and, depending on who you ask, his brother Iniephor.

Biography: When Kaldun crashed through his mortal father’s wall King Calan took this as a sign from the gods. The King had been praying for an heir, as he and his wife had been unsuccessfully trying for years, and then Kaldun appeared. A child with golden locks, wrapped in a strange shell. Calan claimed the child as his own, and began raising him as the next ruler of Shandar, the fortress city and what territory surrounded it. In six months Kaldun was as large as the tallest of teenagers. In a year, he was taller than all the warriors in Shandar. He had already surpassed the warriors in terms of physical strength and combat skill, showing a natural affinity for the art of war, and was rapidly beginning to exceed his father in terms of psychic power and skill. Another year passed and Kaldun gained more and more power and experience as he was taught the art of war by hunting the feral Ogryn and culling their numbers around Shandar. He was ready and raring for actual war, to test his might against foes who weren’t simply wild beasts. Soon, Kaldun got his wish and war reached Shandar. The fortress city’s most valuable mine had been seized by a rival, and Calan refused to let such a brazen act go unanswered; he sent a war party to the mine, with Kaldun in its ranks.

They found the rival’s forces dug in, and descended upon them like the wrath of the heavens. Kaldun was a force of nature, roaring with laughter and savage glee as he tore through the enemy with blade and magic. They were destroyed within moments, and the mine reclaimed. Kaldun was more at home in battle than he had ever been in his father’s halls, and he was eager to return to it. His father declared war on the rival city, and Kaldun once more marched to war. Over the next few years he would engage in and lead his father’s forces to victory, fighting viciously in the mountains that were their homes. They pushed the enemy back to their own city, until the rival city sued for peace. Calan, despite Kaldun’s protestations, accepted the delegation into Shandar.

Things were going well, with terms for peace that were exceedingly favorable being drawn up by Kaldun’s father, until one of the warriors defending the diplomat made a snide remark. Already balking at the idea of anything less than total victory, Kaldun leapt at the excuse for a fight and attacked. In the ensuing brawl, Kaldun was scarred across the face and his father was slain. The diplomat and his guards were dead, and peace was no longer an option.

Ascending to the throne of Shandar the very next day, Kaldun never forgave himself for his impatience, and swore that he would never act so foolishly again. But neither did he forgive Shandar’s rival for starting the war in the first place. It was there that he focused the bulk of his rage upon, and the bulk of the rage of his people. Within a week, he had rallied his armies and marched to the rival city, demanding their surrender in return for mercy. Predictably, they refused. Kaldun and his army got their wish. After six months of brutal fighting, they cracked the city’s walls and conquered its populace. The leaders were executed, the citizens subjugated. Exulting in his victory, and gazing out from the walls Kaldun turned his thoughts to the rest of Baalros. It was a fractured world, filled with cities that fought each other as much as they fought the planet itself, weakening one another further and further. A world that needed to unite, that he needed to unite.

Unfortunately, as he gazed upon his weary troops and his newly conquered subjects, he realized that he would need better soldiers. As willing and brave as his troops were, they needed more rest and there were some who still wondered if he should lead them after indirectly causing his father’s death. Doubtlessly as well there would be braver people he conquered, who would refuse to fight for him. No, he needed powerful soldiers, who would be able to fight tirelessly and loyally. Who would not question.

Kaldun’s eyes were drawn to movement in the distance. A lone feral Ogryn, investigating the noise of celebration. An idea blossomed in Kaldun’s mind, and he smiled. Ogryn could learn, he had seen that much himself. They could be tamed, even if it was only through respecting power. They were seemingly tireless, and utterly loyal to whatever passed as a leader of their chief. They would be perfect.

His advisers called him mad. His warriors rankled at the idea of fighting beside the monsters they had culled for so long. But, as in all things, Kaldun had set his mind upon something and they could do nothing before his will. He would train an army of Ogryn to fight for him, to help him conquer Baalros. Nothing would stop him.

It took a few years to gather enough to form a proper army. The hard part was capturing the Ogryns without killing them. Once they were captured it took a minimal amount of time to tame and then train them. It turned out they were sentient, if only in a limited way. Similar to dogs, they could be tamed. They could be trained, and were completely loyal and utterly fearless once they were. It was useless telling them to do much else beyond ‘charge and kill everyone who doesn’t look like us’, but Kaldun didn’t need them to do anything else.

Equipped with his new army and his people’s loyalty, Kaldun marched forth to unite Baalros under the banner of Shandar.

Decades passed. Many battles and wars were fought, friends were gained and lost in the haze of war, and still Kaldun inexorably expanded Shandar’s borders until all bent the knee to him. They were united, and the squabbling over resources was settled through negotiation rather than bloodshed. With Baalros firmly under his control, Kaldun turned his attention to expanding his control over the Ogryn. While there were now thousands completely loyal to him, there were still many more that fought and clawed as feral beasts in the wastes below. They needed to be tamed, to further secure his control over the empire. That task kept his attention for a few years, but eventually almost the entirety of the Ogryn population on Baalros would be tamed and civilized.

With the Ogryns tamed, Kaldun turned his attention to training Baalros’ small Psyker population for battle. While the vast majority of what few Psykers there were had been kings and queens, and their heirs, there were still a few that slipped between the cracks, however. Ones that needed to be trained and guided. To consolidate his power and ensure no other Psykers would try to rise up in rebellion with their powers, Kaldun set about setting up a training center that would help the Psykers control their powers and make them loyal to him.

In time, that task too was finished, and Kaldun became restless. He was not meant for governing, or statehood. He was meant for combat and conquest, for war and bloodshed. Without any goal before him that would grant him those things, he found life to be dull. That was when the Emperor arrived, and showed him his true purpose.

The Meeting

: Kaldun stood upon the walls, gazing out over his kingdom. He was bored. Listless. He had conquered his enemies, forcing them to bend the knee. He had broken the Ogryn, taming them into his dim-witted but fiercely loyal army. He had crushed what few rebellions had arisen in an attempt to overthrow his glorious empire. There was nothing to do, no one worthy to fight. The mutants stayed in their frozen pits of hell, either unable or unwilling to ascend the mountains to fight them. The idea of managing his empire, settling disputes over resources and other petty squabbles disgusted him. So here he was, pacing along the walls of Shandar, like an Ogryn trapped in a cage.

He wasn’t meant to be a ruler, least of all in peacetime. There were others in his Empire that were far more suited to the task than he was, he was merely lucky to have been adopted by his father. Try as he might, he could not bring himself to transition over to the trials of ruling during peacetime. Even the Ogryn could be retrained to do simple labor with little trouble. Their low intelligence was a boon, allowing them to happily go from warriors to laborers or farmers with no qualms.

If only he could do the same.

He was also unsettled. His instincts told him to be on guard, but for what? There were no more enemies to battle, no more monsters to slay. Nothing could challenge him, least of all in the center of his power. But still he was still tense. The air felt heavy, like the calm before a brutal storm. Something was coming, but he could not see what it was.

“You’re not meant for this.”

Kaldun whipped around, his short spear at the ready. Standing behind him on the wall was a man, covered in a grey hood. Kaldun had never seen him before, nor did he recognize his voice. But his instincts screamed at the sight of him. As seemingly human as this man was, Kaldun felt a great danger from him. “Who are you? And how did you get past the guards?”

The man walked to the edge of the wall, ignoring Kaldun’s questions. “You’re a warrior. Designed for battle, for conquest. But now there is nothing for you to fight. No enemies for you to conquer. No challenges for you to face. It must chafe, knowing that you are now a weapon without purpose.”

“Answer me! Who are-” Kaldun started to demand, only to be cut off by the man. The sheer authority and command in his voice silenced Kaldun. For the first time in a long time, Kaldun was cowed into silence.

“I can give you purpose.” The man turned to look at Kaldun, and even though he could not see the man’s eyes, Kaldun felt them piercing into his soul. “All you have to do is kneel, and swear allegiance.”

The incredulity of the demand broke the stupor the man’s gaze had brought upon him, and Kaldun roared with laughter. “Swear allegiance to you? You have guts, stranger! To walk up to the King of Baalros and demand he bend the knee! For your courage I will let you live, despite your arrogance. Leave now, while I am in a good mood.” Kaldun turned around, chuckling.

“A duel then.” The man’s voice came again, challenging. “If you win, I’ll go. If I win, you kneel.” Kaldun turned around, smirking. This was the challenge he’d been waiting for. He sensed that this man was dangerous. Perhaps the most dangerous person he’d ever met. This was what had been missing. The thrill of danger, the thrill of the fight. “I accept. I hope the journey here wasn’t too long of one.”

The fight itself was pitifully short. As soon as Kaldun attacked, the Emperor revealed himself. Kaldun was blinded in a flash of golden light, his spear easily deflected by the Emperor’s blade. He lashed out with bio-lightning, only for that to be deflected as well. With one blow the Emperor swept Kaldun off of his feet and put him on the ground, blade at his throat. “You asked who I am? I am your father. The Emperor of mankind. You are my son, one of the Primarchs of man. I will give you the purpose you need. I will give you the battles and wars you thrive in.”

Kaldun heard these words and knew them to be true, deep in his soul.

“I kneel to you, my Emperor.”

It would be soon after that Kaldun would be introduced to his Legion. Once proud and powerful, the then named Emperors Aegis had been brought low by attrition and mutations, only recently coming into their psychic powers. Kaldun took the 15th legion and reforged them. He taught them to control their powers, stabilizing the mutations. He changed their purpose from being the Imperium’s shield, to being its shining spear. The Golden Spears were born, leading the charge of conquest for the Imperium and for the Emperor.

Legion XV

Legion Name: The Golden Spears (Formerly: The Emperor’s Aegis)

Legion Number: XV

Legion Strength:
-30,000 Astartes
-Hundreds of thousands of Mechanicum Battle Automata designed to be controlled by Librarians
-Millions of Astartes Auxiliaries ‘Baalrosi Golden Legion’ (Constantly reinforced from planets that the Spears conquered). Deploys a much higher amount of Ogryns than other Imperial Regiments, and possesses Psyker Squads.
-2 Skitarii Legions that travel with the Legion as it conquers planets.

Armour Appearance: Shining Gold with Black Trim. Left shoulder pauldron is black. Legion Symbol is a golden spearhead wreathed in flame, on their left pauldron.

War-cry: “Tip of the Spear! Edge of the Blade! Point of the Lance!” “We are the fury!”

Dramatis Personae:

Chandrian: Captain of the First Company, Kaldun’s most trusted friend and adviser, first to volunteer for the Golden Spears’ Geneseed in Baalros. Terminator Librarian.

Julach: Captain of the Second Company. Non-Psyker.

Zarbiel: One of the first Dreadnoughts of the Spears. One of the few original Astartes from when the legion was first created. Psyker.

Boamiel: High Lord of the ‘Baalrosi Golden Legion’.

Narba-23: Mechanicum liaison, head of the Skitarii legions accompanying the Golden Spears.

Galiar: Fleet Commander.

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role:

”You were once the strong shield of the Imperium. You have been broken, but I will reforge those shattered pieces into a mighty weapon to pierce the heart of our enemies. You will be the tip of the spear in our Crusade.” - Primarch Kaldun, upon meeting his legion.

Due to their, comparatively, small size the Golden Spears often work in Joint Operations where they serve as the vanguard for the forces they are working with. It is not uncommon to see groups of Golden Spears all across the galaxy, working with other Space Marine legions, the Imperial Guard, or even the Cult Mechanicum.

The Golden Spears are a psyker legion, with a little under half of the Marines having powerful psychic ability. They channel these powers into close combat, preferring to be at the forefront of battle and war. There are few better than the Golden Spears at Assaults and Deep Striking, wielding their psychic powers to great effect and bringing the wrath of the Imperium down upon their foes.

Due to the Legion’s focus on psychic powers in tandem with close quarters assaults, all of the Golden Spears Terminators and Dreadnoughts are also the legion’s most powerful Librarians.

The Golden Spears are still capable of conquering planets on their own, and the majority of the Legion is with Kaldun and is supported by the Baalrosi Golden Legion. To boost their numbers while conquering planets on their own, the Golden Spears utilize a number of Mechanicum battle automata, outfitted with psi-crystal matrices so that the machines are controlled by Golden Spears Librarians with ease. These automata provide much needed numbers to the Legion, while the Baalrosi Golden Legion provides support. Due to their need for battle automata, the Golden Spears have an agreement with the Mechanicum, granting the tech-priests first access to any technology discovered in the process of conquest. To ensure the Mechanicum’ interests are protected after the Golden Spears leave, and to assist the Legion in battle, two Legions of Skitarii often travel with the Golden Spears, fulfilling the roles that the Legion is weaker at. Assassination, Scouting, Sniping, etc.

Legion Characteristics/Ideology: The Golden Spears are fully committed to the idea that they are Mankind’s protectors and champions, boisterously and . They view the rest of mankind as children that need to be guided and protected, similar to how parents view small children. This patronizing manner, going into condescension may grate on nerves, but it comes from a place of genuine desire to see humanity improve and protect them. They are often seen establishing military camps and fortresses, securing a planet they have recently conquered from invasion and making the people there strong enough to fight for the Imperium and defend themselves.

If the Legion finds Psykers among the populace, they take them under their wing, training them in both how to wield their powers and how to ensure their powers don’t destroy them (essentially protecting themselves from daemonic possession, but since they don’t know what daemons are, they just assume it’s the powers destroying them.) These Psykers are formed into battle squads and attached to the Baalrosi Golden Legion, to be used in battle for the Imperium.

Geneseed Flaws: The Golden Spears suffer from two flaws. The first is that while their psychic powers are strong, this connection to the Warp results in mutations. Horns or claws. Sharpened teeth. Pupils that are those of animals. Skin that can be a range of colors, along with eyes of a solid color. So on, so forth.

The second is what is referred to as the Joyous Fury. At times, the Marines become filled with the elation of battle, reveling in massacring their enemies. This is marked by a mad laughter as the Marines engage in acts of needless and senseless barbarity, often leaving advantageous positions to bring themselves the joy of slaughter.

Relationships:

Emperor: Kaldun and the Golden Spears are completely loyal to the Emperor. They obey any and all commands he has without question or hesitation.

Imperial Army: The Imperial Army and the Golden Spears are on very good terms. While the way which the Spears tend to act around them can grate, it is all forgiven when the Golden Spears and their force fields block hundreds of rounds of incoming fire, their librarians shred tough enemy fortifications, or their apothecaries heal their wounded.

Mechanicum: The Golden Spears are on good terms with the tech-priests, as they provide the Spears with a constant supply of battle automata for their conquests and the Spears guarantee the Mechanicum first access to any technology they find.

Xenos: For the most part, as long as the Xenos isn’t a threat to mankind, the Spears attempt to enact the Edict of Tolerance. Not because they believe Xenos are equal or deserve protection, but because they believe that Xenos are better put to use serving humanity and the Imperium than they are exterminated at will. They do not hate Xenos, but certainly look down upon them as lesser.

Other Space Marine Legions (to be expanded upon):

The Lantern Bearers: Rivals. The Spears and their brother legion have a strong rivalry, bordering on disdain for one another.

Daughters of Iron: Affable. The Spears are often sent to aid the Daughters during the final push, and as such work together frequently.

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