....so I'm guessing Amphion's mutants ain't cool either?
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"It is nearly time, my children. The unbelievers die this day, and the Apostle shall lead us on the path of the gods." The hissing voice toned from behind the golden helm. Amphion felt a surge of pride as he scanned the small crowd of mutants and heretics he had brought with him to this legion. Leering abominations of twisted, buldging, cracked or rotting flesh more at home in the sewers of a hive world, and the desperate gangers and beggars willing to sell their very souls for the smallest trace of power and acceptance, their bodies marked with crude carvings of the eight-pointed star.
Thirty in all, sure to perish at the hands of the loyal Night Lords when the time came. He expected it to be within the hour, when his own flock would join his master's in the slaughter, falling on the for with autoguns and crude hand weapons. Khorne would be pleased by their blood, and Slaanesh their souls, and Tzeench their sacrifice in their betrayal. It brought satisfaction to the sorcerer. He raised his staff as he spoke again.
"When the Apostle summons us, you will storm the bridge. Leave none of the unbelievers with breath, offer up their blood for Khorne, and their skulls for his throne. Feed their souls to Slaanesh, and bask in his blessing when the time comes. You will need it when we set apon the path."
The mob chittered, bleeted and roared in adoration and exaltation. It would not be paid any special mind. The Night Lords cared little for these beasts and traitors, and paid them no heed. It would prove a costly mistake.
"I await your call eagerly, Apostle."
Thirty in all, sure to perish at the hands of the loyal Night Lords when the time came. He expected it to be within the hour, when his own flock would join his master's in the slaughter, falling on the for with autoguns and crude hand weapons. Khorne would be pleased by their blood, and Slaanesh their souls, and Tzeench their sacrifice in their betrayal. It brought satisfaction to the sorcerer. He raised his staff as he spoke again.
"When the Apostle summons us, you will storm the bridge. Leave none of the unbelievers with breath, offer up their blood for Khorne, and their skulls for his throne. Feed their souls to Slaanesh, and bask in his blessing when the time comes. You will need it when we set apon the path."
The mob chittered, bleeted and roared in adoration and exaltation. It would not be paid any special mind. The Night Lords cared little for these beasts and traitors, and paid them no heed. It would prove a costly mistake.
"I await your call eagerly, Apostle."
Name: Amphion, The Metal Father
Age: 2000 by gift of the Warp, 800 by the armor chronomitor.
Appearance:
Beneath the armor, his skin is ashen and cracked, his eyes orange, hairless and sporting a forest of needle-like teeth behind a lipless mouth. Occasionally a forked tongue will taste the air.
Marine Type: Sorcerer
Devotion: Undivided
Biography: There is not too much to be said about the abomination named Amphion. Once a Librarian of the Iron Snakes, his fall to the Ruinous Powers came after the purge of Telos 3, where a warband of the Word Bearers had left behind several artifacts in their deaths. The pages of one tome opened Amphion's eyes to the lies of the Imperium, and from there he set out to seek the favor of the Chaos Gods.
He took many a pilgrimage, manipulating the oppressed men and mutants of the Imperium into uncovering arcane secrets for their Metal Father, furthering his unholy knowledge. Eventually, he made his way to the Night Lords, but now he is disgusted with their lack of pioty.
Now new whispers call to him, and he has answered...
Personality: He's...a sorcerer. You know these guys. More loyal than most, though.
Personal Skills: An accomplished psyker with extensive knowledge of the arcane. Also adept at manipulation, especially of the mutant outcasts of Hive Worlds.
Gear: Plasma Pistol, Sorcerer's staff, Mark VII Power Armor, Chaos Tome.
Age: 2000 by gift of the Warp, 800 by the armor chronomitor.
Appearance:
Beneath the armor, his skin is ashen and cracked, his eyes orange, hairless and sporting a forest of needle-like teeth behind a lipless mouth. Occasionally a forked tongue will taste the air.
Marine Type: Sorcerer
Devotion: Undivided
Biography: There is not too much to be said about the abomination named Amphion. Once a Librarian of the Iron Snakes, his fall to the Ruinous Powers came after the purge of Telos 3, where a warband of the Word Bearers had left behind several artifacts in their deaths. The pages of one tome opened Amphion's eyes to the lies of the Imperium, and from there he set out to seek the favor of the Chaos Gods.
He took many a pilgrimage, manipulating the oppressed men and mutants of the Imperium into uncovering arcane secrets for their Metal Father, furthering his unholy knowledge. Eventually, he made his way to the Night Lords, but now he is disgusted with their lack of pioty.
Now new whispers call to him, and he has answered...
Personality: He's...a sorcerer. You know these guys. More loyal than most, though.
Personal Skills: An accomplished psyker with extensive knowledge of the arcane. Also adept at manipulation, especially of the mutant outcasts of Hive Worlds.
Gear: Plasma Pistol, Sorcerer's staff, Mark VII Power Armor, Chaos Tome.
Didn't think that would be an issue. Pretty sure traitor marines have wandered around to join Traitor Legions before.
Hmm, might has misread then. Was under the impression t'would be a new warband pulled from Night Lord defectors.
Name: Amphion, The Metal Father
Age: 2000 by gift of the Warp, 800 by the armor chronomitor.
Appearance:
Beneath the armor, his skin is ashen and cracked, his eyes orange, hairless and sporting a forest of needle-like teeth behind a lipless mouth. Occasionally a forked tongue will taste the air.
Marine Type: Sorcerer
Devotion: Undivided
Biography: There is not too much to be said about the abomination named Amphion. Once a Librarian of the Iron Snakes, his fall to the Ruinous Powers came after the purge of Telos 3, where a warband of the Word Bearers had left behind several artifacts in their deaths. The pages of one time opened Amphion's eyes to the lies of the Imperium, and from there he set out to seek the favor of the Chaos Gods.
He took many a pilgrimage, manipulating the oppressed men and mutants of the Imperium into uncovering arcane secrets for their Metal Father, furthering his unholy knowledge. Eventually, he made his way to the Night Lords, but now he is disgusted with their lack of pioty.
Now new whispers call to him, and he has answered...
Personality: He's...a sorcerer. You know these guys. More loyal than most, though.
Personal Skills: An accomplished psyker with extensive knowledge of the arcane. Also adept at manipulation, especially of the mutant outcasts of Hive Worlds.
Gear: Plasma Pistol, Sorcerer's staff, Mark VII Power Armor, Chaos Tome.
Hope this is cool.
Age: 2000 by gift of the Warp, 800 by the armor chronomitor.
Appearance:
Beneath the armor, his skin is ashen and cracked, his eyes orange, hairless and sporting a forest of needle-like teeth behind a lipless mouth. Occasionally a forked tongue will taste the air.
Marine Type: Sorcerer
Devotion: Undivided
Biography: There is not too much to be said about the abomination named Amphion. Once a Librarian of the Iron Snakes, his fall to the Ruinous Powers came after the purge of Telos 3, where a warband of the Word Bearers had left behind several artifacts in their deaths. The pages of one time opened Amphion's eyes to the lies of the Imperium, and from there he set out to seek the favor of the Chaos Gods.
He took many a pilgrimage, manipulating the oppressed men and mutants of the Imperium into uncovering arcane secrets for their Metal Father, furthering his unholy knowledge. Eventually, he made his way to the Night Lords, but now he is disgusted with their lack of pioty.
Now new whispers call to him, and he has answered...
Personality: He's...a sorcerer. You know these guys. More loyal than most, though.
Personal Skills: An accomplished psyker with extensive knowledge of the arcane. Also adept at manipulation, especially of the mutant outcasts of Hive Worlds.
Gear: Plasma Pistol, Sorcerer's staff, Mark VII Power Armor, Chaos Tome.
Hope this is cool.
Hmmm...think you could roll with an Angel x Demon type story? Would take the demon, myself.
Awesome to see another Clone Wars fan about. Was hoping to one day get an RP going. On the subject of Clones, always been a little curious of what the intersection between one and a True Mandalorian would be like....not counting Republic Commando. That is if you're still looking.
S'all good, wasn't all that serious.....everyone forgets Krager. *Sniffles*I was going to mention him next time.
....everyone forgets Krager. *Sniffles*
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