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Renegades 10
Long Forgotten Sons

It is the 31st Millennium, man has reached the stars and the glory of the Imperium of Man is at its height. The Emperor and his sons bring the worlds of man into the Imperium but, its gone wrong. The Emperor met with the beings in the warp and emerged a different man. Gone is the Imperial Truth, the Emperor believes he is now a god, vindicating all that Lorgar had preached for centuries. He has gathered those sons around him who would not betray him, The Universe is full of evil and doubt and only Horus and his armies can hope to save the humans from the laughter of thirsting gods.

But can that laughter be silenced and the Emperors power as the supreme god be recgnised, when the Emperor sends his Son of the Night to complete a mission so secret that not even Lorgar or Dorn know anything about it.

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Discussion Starter #2 (Edited)
Dramatis Personae:

I will add to this in due course

The God -Emperor of Mankind.

VIII Legion Astartes, The Night Lords

Nightfall - flagship of the Night Haunter and the Night Lords

Konrad Curze "Night Haunter" Primarch of the Night Lords
Jago Sevatar Sevatarion First Captain of the Night Lords "The Condemned"
Zso Sahaal - Captain of the Raptors Claws "Talonmaster"
Sheng - Captain of the Night Lords 8th Company, equerry to Curze
Krieg Acerbus - Captain of the Second Company Night Lords "Axemaster"
Vacanas Bolderious - Captain of the 12th Company Night Lords "Justice Bringer"
Malithos Kuln - Captain of the 9th Company Night Lords member of the Kryoptera
Nakara the Bloodless - Captain of the 13th Company Night Lords member of the Kryoptera
Cel Herec -Captain of the 43rd Company Night Lords member of the Kryoptera

XII Legion Astartes The World Eaters

Angron Primarch of the World Eaters
Khan - Captain of the 8th Company World Eaters and Angrons Equerry

XVII Legion Astartes The Word Bearers

Lorgar - Primarch of the Word Bearers also the Black Pope
Ishmal Terock Captain of the 120th Company Word Bearers - Lorgars Equerry

VII Legion Astartes Imperial Fists

Rogal Dorn - Primarch of the Imperial Fists and Black Templars also the Regent of Terra

XIX Legion Astartes Raven Guard

Corvius Corax – The Raven….Primarch of the XIX Legion Astartes Raven Guard.
Branne Nev – Captain of the Raptors
Agapito Nev – Captain of the Talons
Tordan Cereck – Sergeant of the Raptors
Hasan Iev – Sergeant of the Talons
Anteau Shierek - Captain of the 61st Company Raven Guard and Captain of the Raven Guard Battle Barge, Hand of Deliverance.

Imperial Army. 809th Expeditionary Fleet

Cadence Justmier - Captain of the 54th Nostraman Infanty
Elisbet Incara - Leuitenant of the 54th Nostraman Infantry
Callian Freyan - Sgt of the 54th Nostraman Infantry "Shadow warriors"
Henrie Tekara - trooper of the 54th Nostraman Infantry "Shadow Warriors"
Calissandra Unterry - trooper of the 54th Nostraman Infantry "Shadow Warriors"

Non Military

Garvan Polarick, Artist and keeper of the secret
Pestrosa Gadfran - Rememberancer

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no i been playing Forza 3 a lot and its one of the songs on there by a band caled lyrics without reason

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Darkness is his friend; it has always been his friend, the one true friend he could always count on. His home world is a world of darkness, a world that he had tamed, with his own bare hands, but not without its consequences, unlike some of his brothers he did not make friendships easy sometimes he loathed himself more than he loathed their weakness’s, that was why he was so perfect for the job his father had given him. The ability to sow terror in the hearts of others, even unease in his brothers was, at the best of times a delicious feeling.

Yet, yet there was a part of him he feared, the visions, it was his weakness, always visions of a dramatic violent future and in some he saw his own death, never the same but when those visions plagued him, it left him weak as a child. He would remain in seclusion until the visions past, sometimes minuets’, sometimes hours and sometimes days would pass, but always left with the afterimage and a foul taste in his mouth.

Sometimes it would be his own blood, but that told him he was still alive, alive to bring justice to those who deserved a peaceful honest law abiding life, and justice to those who thought they could escape the Emperors laws.
Such was the fear he sowed, it had been known for entire systems to surrender when they even heard a whisper that he and his sons were coming. Such was their reputation, sometimes he would just let them think he was coming and never show, but the fear was enough to keep them on the right path. Other times he would not appear when they expected him, but when they heard the words, we have come for you then that was it. They knew they were finished.

But now as his mind cleared, the vision gone, something was different. The Stygian darkness of his quarters seemed, less imposing, more welcoming, as he bathed in his true love, feeling it caress him like a lover and a son Konrad Curze relived his mission briefing.

The Throne room was magnificent, there was no other word for it or any word that could describe it, and no matter how many times he had been here, it never ceased to amaze him at its grandeur. He did not know how the Custodes saw the master of mankind, but as he approached the seated figure, he saw a judge, not just a judge from the old judiciary from Terra’s ancient past but a warrior judge, dressed head to toe in the colours of darkness, his features unforgiving and unreadable, resolute and stern. He bent his knee and as soon as the Custode left, the mirage was gone and once more the Emperor appeared in all his glory but not in his golden armour, he wore the finest robes and a cloak of wolf fur sat around his shoulders.
The Emperor motioned for him to stand and, standing with him stepped down and removed the skull shaped helm from his sons head.

Konrad Curze, whilst a well-built was pale and drawn. His eyes still glazed from his waking vision and blood trickled down his pale thin lips where he had bitten them in his frenzy. Without a word, the Emperor guided his son to the seat beside him and poured him some wine, handing him it the Emperor waited until his son was back to his senses completely.

“I wish you would let me help you be at peace Konrad” he finally spoke.

Curze said nothing and in essence the Emperor did not expect him to, despite all that had happened recently, the Night Haunter was still a silent and guarded individual. He had, however seemed to come alive at his new post, recognition for what he and his sons did best and being allowed to do it in the name of the Emperors Justice.

“I was looking over your recommendation for a universal police force, you believe this would work?”

“Yes father. Judicial forces that are loyal to you and you alone, their rule would be absolute in the eyes of the law, lawbreakers would be punished to the fullest extent of Imperial Law and they would also be trained in military tactics”


“Should the need arise to impose Martial Law then they would be equipped to do so”

“And where do you propose the school for these Arbites be built?”

“Terra and Nostramo father”

The Emperor turned his head as if to refill his goblet but in reality he was hiding a slight smile that had started to appear. He had already worked out that the home of justice would be a school for future keepers of justice.

“So be it son, I will allow you to shape this as you see fit, but delegate, I have a different plan for you at the moment, something that I want you and you alone to carry out, in case your rather unique skills are needed”

That piqued the Dark Kings interest; The Emperor rose to his feet and beckoned his son to follow him. Curze remained silent but, when he passed the new statue afforded to Lorgar he could not stop the sneer twisting his features, his father did not fail to notice it.

“You still do not care for Lorgar, do you” It was not a question.

“I find him insufferable” Curze replied, never one to mince his words “Father, if mankind wishes to see you as a God then that is their right and one I will agree with, however, I am not about to pledge my allegiance to faceless entities in the Warp that have nothing but games on their mind. I have instructed my Legion as such, we shall use Chaos to meet our ends if need be, but these things are not gods and therefore should not be venerated as such.

You are the only one they should follow to that end, for you are a being we can see, talk to and touch. I would rather see my Gods then have demons voice for them. I am a being of terror and justice, I am a scion of battle and the master of the dark, I am not like Urillean, and I do not seek faith when there are other answers. However that being said, he showed his Primarch mettle when he got rid of that blasted Kor Phaeron”

The Emperor nodded “Each of you have to find your own path to mix the warrior with the diplomat, Lorgar has done that and I feel that you have yet to,”

“I am not a diplomat” Curze corrected. “There are only two maybe three brothers that I can think of that make that mix, and none of them are on our side”

He saw his father’s expression and yet did not regret what he had said, it was after all the truth. He followed the Emperor in Silence, and through to the Emperors own hall of remembrance. He did not fail to notice the black shroud covering the statue of the Khan.

“How is Vulkan?” he finally asked.

“He is recovering, for the moment I am keeping him here; he will re-join his sons when I deem him fit enough”

“And what are you going to do about Angron?”

The Emperor stopped and shot his son a quizzical look “Do what about Angron?”

“Father, he crippled Magnus and destroyed Prospero, those actions alone sent Magnus into the renegades’ hands”

The Emperor said nothing and Curze decided that it was best left alone. Eventually they came to a stop between two Statues that had been covered for decades. The Emperor looked up at them and Curze had an eerie feeling creep over him.

“They are…..”

“I know who they are, just as you do and all your brothers”

The Night Haunter stared at the long vanished faces as his father pulled the covers off. He did not know why the Rout had been sent against them, he did not even know what they had actually done to deserve such extreme censure, but the events had sent a stark warning to the other Primarchs, one that they did not speak about, ever.

“They are dead father, you sent the Wolf King after them, why show me this now?”

“Did I say that?” The Emperor asked.

“We all know that, their statues were removed and their sons were given to the Ultramarines”

“Not all their sons” The Emperor corrected.

“Enough to make Gulliman master of the largest Legion”

“Touché” The Emperor smiled “Now, come with me I have a job for one that is better suited to one of your skills and talents.”

“What is it you want me to do? And what has it got to do with…..them?”

The Emperor turned and his eyes darkened, once more he looked like the shadow warrior that Konrad sometimes saw him as. His heart soared as he felt the Emperors Justice Persona enter his own.

“You are to find them” He pointed “Their bodies were never recovered and not all their sons went to the Ultramarines, if they are still alive, then it is time to bring them home Konrad.”

For one that never showed any emotion the Night Haunters jaw suddenly dropped and if his face could go paler it would have done. His father walked ahead leaving his son for a moment and Curze stared up at the effigies for a long moment or two.

The Night Haunter made his way to the room where the artist had been quartered; the two Terminators of the Talonmasters company saluted him as he appeared. He ignored them and walked into the room.

“Now Garvan let us talk.”


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Wow- no rest, eh? Well, it's an impressive beginning. If you really are bringing the two Lost Legions into this... well, they'd better be creative! :)

Also, when is this in the timeline? Block 6?

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Discussion Starter #7 (Edited)
The idea came to me whilst listening to the song, wether or not they find the lost Primarchs I have not decided yet, but seeing as the books have leant teasers about what might have happened and allured to why the UM are the largest Legion i thought i might play around with that. As for when it is set, it is just in block 5, thought it was time to do something with the Raven Guard and Night Lords.

glad you like it.

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He paced his stratagem restless and out of balance with his humours. He could not believe, did not want to believe that his father, the master of mankind himself, the mightiest being to have ever lived had suddenly turned everything upside down, thrown all he had taught his sons to believe away to not only validate the bloody Prophets absurd claims, but to give himself the power of long forgotten gods.

He had been a loyal son, followed the course of history that his father had set out for him, and been good on his word, for when he took over as Primarch of the Raven Guard, his father had helped bring peace to his moon and his world, and he thought they were equal in their honour. But it seemed that honour could be traded when needs be.

To think that he now had to accept that what Horus and Magnus had said was true gnawed at him, he wanted to prove them wrong, go to his father and see for himself what had happened, but all that had changed. The death of an entire company of Raven Guard at the hands of the Night Lords, all of them brought back to the Ravenspire by the Alpha Legion. Prospero gone, wiped from the star charts like she had never existed, Magnus crippled and now the Great Khan dead at the hands of his brother Vulkan. Vulkan of all people…it beggared belief; the bloody universe had gone mad.

He heaved a heavy sigh, not just that but Malcador was dead as was the greatest of the Custodes. He had just been informed that Amon Tetromach Leng had been given safe haven aboard the Indomitable Will. At least with Mortarion watching over him the Last Lion as he was being tagged had found safe harbour.

He stopped by his window and gazed out at the star screen beyond. For countless generations mankind had believed there were other forces in the universe, be they alien or deity, well they were right about the aliens but now it seemed after a war that almost destroyed Terra to rid it of religion and superstition, now it was back again with a vengeance. Not only that, but vengeance burnt at his heart, vengeance for his lost sons and
vengeance for the disgrace of believing a lie. Corvus Corax felt the dishonour of having a father and brothers gone mad keenly. The Raven Guard would side with his brothers, but they would do things their way.

“My lord, there is a message from Lord Gulliman for you, private”

Corax acknowledged the Vox operators message and read what had been put through to his office. He ran a hand down his face as he read the contents. Once again trouble rested on the Raven Lords shoulders and he did not know, for the first time in his long years, what to do. He needed a battle, something to take his mind off this bizarre point in history.

He got his wish. Twelve days later the Raven Guard came down on Planet 1427.


The inhabitants of 1427 were not expecting anything like the Raven Guard; in fact they were not expecting anything like the Astartes. They were brutal and violent and, no matter how many battles the inhabitants fought, they were onto a losing battle from the moment the wrathful Primarch and his sons touched down.

As he looked over the bloody field of battle Corax began to wonder on who he was taking his frustrations out on. Was it the Emperor and his brothers who had turned their back on all that had been gene written into them? Was it Gulliman for asking him to aid him in building a second Imperium? Or was it the old rivalry with Horus? Things had never been easy between him and the Lunar…no not the Lunar Wolves, the Sons of Horus that was what they were calling themselves now. He had always believed that Horus had used him and his sons to further his own glories, so much so that the two Primarchs had almost come to blows.

Corax did not want to be under Horus’s leadership again, however he had closed the rift between them and he was not about to open that wound again over ego. Then again Horus had been the natural choice for Warmaster, he was the Emperors chosen heir and Magnus had asked everyone’s opinion on the matter in hand. He had agreed that Horus was the natural choice for dare he say it Emperor.

But what of their own home worlds, if the Emperor was going to send Angron to do the job that the Space Wolves had done in times before, how long before Cthonia, Baal or even Deliverance fell to the same fate as Prospero?
He accepted the surrender with a nod of the head and let the Imperial Guard take over and was about to return to his vessel when one of his sons, a young Astartes by the name of Halan Gre knelt before him.

“My apologies my Lord but both Captain Nevs require your presence in the hall of wonders”

Corax caught himself before he could laugh at the way young Gre had relayed his message, his mood lifted and clapping his hand on his sons shoulder walked with him towards the Hall of Wonders.

He found the brothers in the darkened hall, the hall had been spared most of the damage of the Titans and Astartes firepower, but there were areas that would need to be rebuilt. Walking through it Corax had been amazed at the amount of history that was here. The Rememberancers that had accompanied him would find this place a fountain of knowledge, one for the future generations of the Imperium of man to appreciate.

If there is a future Imperium of man
that melancholic voice spoke to him, he dismissed it angrily such thoughts belonged to the likes of Little Horus Aximand and others of a melancholic outlook, not him. He joined them and looked around wondering what had caught their attention with such a mix of sorrow, horror and a little intrigue.

“Well?” He asked them.

It was Branne Nev who pointed; Agapito was too stunned to even make any gesture. Corax followed his son’s gazes and the colour drained from his already pale features. Primarchs were not meant to feel such emotions as sorrow or shock, not in the way that Humans did but he did a good approximation of it now.

Encased in a stasis chamber was a suit of power armour. It was a dull red but had once been a brilliant sheen, silver edging and black trim. On the left pauldron Corax could make out a faded animal, a three headed dog by the looks of it but that was not all, on the battered Helm he saw the numerals II and he almost fell over in Shock at the sight.

“Corax” Agapito finally found his voice “The human here said this was found three years ago, right here”

“The Sons of Hades” Branne finally whispered then made a sign of warding.
The Second Legion were all believed wiped out, or assimilated into another Legion. Corax did not say anything for a long time and when he did he ordered the armour taken down and brought with them to the Shadow of the Raven…Corax had renamed it, unable to bear it being called the Shadow of the Emperor for much longer.

“I want to see the man or woman that runs this place and I want to see them now!” he ordered and the brothers knew that he was not to be kept waiting.


Curze shifted uncomfortably as he waited to board the War Hound, the vessel that belonged to Angron, he had been summoned by Lorgar and Dorn to attend a council of the chosen. His Stormbird touched down in the giant hanger bay and as he descended with Captain Sheng, his Equerry and his First Captain Sevatar on either side of him, the crews in the hanger abased themselves before the master of the night.

He was met by Kharn; the Equerry of the Red Angel himself and Curze could not help but notice the checked violent emotions that surrounded the vaunted 8th Captain. Kharn bowed his head and led them to where the others had already arrived and were seated.

At the head of the table sat Angron, and something was happening to him, not just the scars across his face given to him by the Emperor for failure to bring Magnus and his inner circle to Terra but he appeared more, animalistic, his breathing was harsh, harsher than the Night Haunter had ever heard it before, he was like a barely restrained killer, held on a leash that could break at any time and allow the full unrestrained violence that was Angron of D’eshara loose on an unsuspecting world.

Beside him sat the Regent of Terra, his gold armour and red cloak fitting him like a glove. Upon his forehead sat a gold Diadem that signified his new position but as ever, Dorn remained the Praetorian, the Emperors Champion and his stone features betrayed nothing of what he thought or indeed felt at what was going on around him.

Opposite him sat Lorgar, resplendent in his armour with a cloak of the finest ermine dyed black around his shoulders, his golden skin with eyes lined with kohl and tattooed with the scriptures from his own written works made Curze sneer inside. Upon his bare head sat the Papal crown but, for the sake of equality he removed it and set it before him. Curze looked around him.

“Where are Manus, Jonson and Fulgrim?” He asked, he did not mention Vulkan knowing that at the moment the Salamander Primarch was unable to travel too far, and aware that his father wanted to ensure that Vulkans recovery progressed at a suitable rate.

“Ferrus is dealing with things on Mars” Dorn quietly said “Fulgrim is currently waging war against the Ultramar worlds and Jonson….well I am not sure what the Lion is doing,”

“Consolidating his system I expect” Angron snarled, his voice always held a hint of threat but now it was almost a permanent snarl “Or waiting to see how else he can piss off Perturabo”

“Someone needs to remind him that playing games with the Lord of Iron are not how to unman Perturabo” Lorgar sighed.

“He is acting like a petulant child” Angron snorted “Ferrus is starting to ensure our sons have their armour and weapons, denying Horus and his warriors theirs. The Pansy and his cross-dressing sons are at least doing something worthwhile, and the Lion is smarting over his personal honour because Perturabo kicked him off his LZ” Angron shook his head “The more things change, the more they stay the same”

He raised his head and arched an eyebrow at the shocked expressions on his three brothers faces, he allowed himself a smug smile, always thought he was the animal, the one that was worse than Russ and his Rout, they forget he had an educated mind too, although it was getting harder and harder to resist the voice that was baying for blood every day. It took all his will to suppress it and keep it in check and the pain eternal from the butchers nails did not make it any easier.

“And we are convened here because?” Curze asked, anxious to get on with what his father wanted of him, and aware that he was to keep it to himself.
“We need to act against the renegades” Lorgar sat forward, “They are making great gains as well as losses and half the surviving Mechanicum from Ferrus’s cull have ended up alongside Horus and our misguided brothers.”

“Then they will not be without their armour and arms for long” Dorn mused.

“No, I have recently heard of strange events going on around Cadia, although I cannot be specific as I do not have the information to depart, Typhon did inform us that Horus and Magnus asked for six sons from the Renegades, one each, of a Psyker nature but other than that I have no idea what he wants with them”

“I expect we will find out when Horus and Magnus are ready to tell us” Angron snarled.

No one disagreed with that, at the end of the day Horus was still the Warmaster, still the one that was deemed to be the perfect Primarch. The first amongst them all and that made him more dangerous than any thought possible.

“Way I hear it, Gulliman wants to make an Imperium Secondus” Angron yawned, a sign he was getting bored “and already the renegades are split, there are those that will follow Gulliman, like Russ and Corax, and those that will follow Horus like Sanguinius, although the Angel would find it hard to reconcile any issue against Gulliman”

“So let them have their civil war they’ll destroy each other” Curze sat back “Either they will see sense and join father in the spreading of his word or they won’t but, should the unimaginable happen and Horus win I cannot see them accepting him as Emperor, so a second Imperium with Gulliman as its warrior lord will be formed.” Curze narrowed his eyes “I am more concerned with the Alpha Legion, we do not know what they are doing and that worries me greatly”

“No need brother” Dorn motioned towards the door and as it opened a figure in *********** armour with green trim walked in through the door.

They all stood as the Figure removed his helm to show a bald copper coloured warrior with a horrific scar down the left side of his face, one that even his healing could heal completely.

“I am Alpharius” He spoke “and I have come to pledge my allegiance to the Emperor”


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Sevatar walked with his father along the corridors of Nightfall, he had not said much since returning from the War Hound and to be honest seeing Alpharius come in declaring his allegiance to the Emperor was indeed a surprise too far, still he had turned up with his vessel and of Omeagon and the Effete squad and the Omega there had been no sign.

Finally Sevatar broke the silence “What did you make of that father?”

Curze shrugged but said nothing, either he was mulling it over in his mind, or he just didn’t care, Sevatar thought it might have been a bit of both.

“I suppose the Emperor will deal with it, could there have been a schism in the ranks of the Alpha Legion?”

Again Curze shrugged, but the slight furrow of his brow confirmed to the First Captain that was what his father had thought. He stopped by his quarters and as the First Captain took a closer look he could make out the tell-tale signs that his father was about to experience his curse once more. Quickly Sevatar guided his father into his quarters and locked the door behind him.
He guided him to the centre of the room and sat him down, then took a place beside the doorway. Guarding his father and watching over him as the waking vision took hold of him once more…..

It was always the same, the time he did not know, the place he did not know but the scene was the same, he was on Nostramo, his world, a world fit as a vision of justice. One of his rare trips home had seen him over see the next recruits for the Astartes and the intake of Judges, his dream of an ordered universe coming to fruition.

Suddenly the silence of the cheering crowds is as deafening as their roars of adulation and looking up the skies turn black. Astartes with jump packs, drop pods and Stormbirds start to fall towards his world, before he could react one giant amongst them lands before him, his talons as silver as the moon of Terra.

He moves out of the shadows like he belongs there, his breathing measured, he has come to deal death, he has come to restore the balance and he has come for the Night Haunter. As they fight he cannot see the face of the Primarch he is battling, but he knows who it is, he unsheathes his own claws, two Primarchs guided by the dictates of the night, both the best at what they do, both alike and yet so different.

The Ravens talon strikes and cuts the Night Haunter deep, deeper than even his healing can deal with as blow after blow is rained upon him; he slashes at his enemy, cutting flesh and bone snarling his hatred, blood and spittle flying in equal measure.

His sons are dying around him, Sevatar; his brave favoured son is cut in two as he comes to his father’s defence, sliced from sternum to abdomen, such a wound his body cannot recover from, Sheng, Zaal, Krieg they all fall under a Primarchs wrath and madness.

For there is only one Primarch who would know how to turn the Night Lords greatest strength upon themselves and as the Talons dig into his chest and rip his beating hearts from his body the face of the Raven looks down upon him with hate…..

He woke trembling violently, he was helped by a pair of strong hands and water was given to him to ease his dry throat. Once the trembling had subsided he allowed his helper to guide him to a seat and in the dim light of his own quarters he saw the concerned features of his First Captain. Nodding slightly to signify he was well, Sevatar stepped back, he bowed his head and left the Primarch to his privacy.

He got up and lay on his bed, closed his eyes, the headache beginning at the base of his temples soon became a horrendous throb. It would not last, but for the duration he practised the techniques his father had taught him and his memory drifted back.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on here father?”

They were now in the Leng Hall, the images of his two lost brothers burnt on his memory like a poker. He knew the story, the Emperor, for reasons of his own had sent the Wolves of Fenris after the two Legions, their Primarchs, as far as memory recalled were gone, their sons either dead, scattered or amalgamated into the other Legions….more so the Ultramarines.

Something that had caused concern amongst the other Legions, including Horus and Sanguinius, Curze did not doubt Gullimans staunch reputation for his loyalty, it was predictable but occasionally sickening to one who lived on his wits.

The Emperor had allowed no further details to be parted not even to his heir Horus, which had puzzled the first among them greatly. Of course the rumours had flown around as so often they did, they were tainted, they had committed some atrocity in the name of other beings, they had defied the Emperors edicts, but whatever the reason, it would remain just that, rumours.

Curze had wondered why his father was giving him this top secret mission with one hand, and yet unwilling to speak more of it on the other, as good as he was, he was no mind reader and in order for him to complete his task, he needed to have all the information to hand.

“Do you remember their home worlds Konrad?” His father never called him Night Haunter, and whilst it had been a source of irritation for him, he had grown to accept the fact that his father was being….well fatherly to him, for the first time in centuries Konrad Curze finally felt like he had a father.

“One was a world that some might have put to the ancient descriptions of Hell as far as I recall” he had said “The other a world of raging storms and eternal rain”

They stood on the Balcony and the Emperor could see his changing world, mighty Cathedrals were being raised in his name, pilgrims from across Terra were making the journey to see him or even to touch the walls of the holy palace. On Nostramo the populace avoided Curze’s residence, as if even coming near the hallowed walls of the Night Haunter would bring his curse upon them all. Stories were told to the children by their parents, behave and do as the law says, otherwise the Night Haunter will come for you.

He had to admit it worked, crime was almost non-existent on his world now, of course he knew what he would do should that ever change, every one of his brother’s knew what he would do, and his people knew too, of course he had taken their sons, but not to maim or kill for his own ideals of justice, but to serve as his sons.

It all added to the mystery of the Night Haunter and the Night Lords. The Emperor caught the eye of a child, and raised his hand in greeting, almost immediately the child was swamped by the faithful, Curze saw a Word Bearer amongst them, and taking an oath of moment attached to his armour, he gave it to the mother of the child, the child was nine maybe ten and almost immediately the child was taken.

The Emperor smiled a little “Another son for Lorgar” he indulged “Go to the world of Storms” He suddenly said “let no one stop you, let no one know what you are doing but find me any Astartes still there and bring them here.”

“And if their fathers still live?”

“Them too but with Leman having done the work I told him, I doubt it very much”

“You do know that if anyone else finds out about this on the Renegades side then we will have a battle on our hands?”

“Then do not let them find out Konrad, and if they do, well you know what to do”

Konrad Curze bowed his head and walked away. He stopped to look in on Vulkan and exchange pleasantries with the silent Primarch, he had never had a problem with Vulkan, in fact he had admired some of his brothers own world’s cult practises. Once he had spent time with his brother he re-joined his vessel and left Terra.

He fell into a sleep but not before telling the master of his vessel where to go, there was to be no questions and no debate, these were his orders as given him by the Emperor.

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This is epic gothik. I really hope that the Alpha Legion are doing a reverse of the HH where they are told to work for Chaos, but still I hoped they would be on the renegades side. Looking forward to seeing how this develops.

I also like how Curze had been portrayed thus far. Corax too :)

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The Alpha Legion APPEAR to have split, but as we all know, not everything is as it seems with them....thanks Corax i know little about, but from what i have read and in Delieverance as well, i always thought they were the mirror oppersite of the Night Lords.

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The terrified man was brought before the Raven; he had urinated several times as he was led to where the glowering Primarch now stood. Corax, however knowing the effect that he might have on the human ordered him to be allowed to clean himself up.

Even so, after changing into a fresh pair of clothes, that did not stop the trembling and the poor man thought that he was going to piss himself again, however this time he did not, be he could not bring himself to look up at the giant before him. The Astartes were giants in armour, but the man now standing with his arms folded was taller than that….a god and all he could do was fall to his knees and on his face, terrified that this man was going to smite him down.

Corax felt his annoyance drain away he altered his stance and told the man to stand and asked him his name.

“Ba…Bauman Lord”

“Is that your Christian or surname?” He asked.

“It is my name Lord”

“Ok, Bauman perhaps you could tell us how you came by the suit of armour that had sat here?”

Bauman read the description and nodded “We found it Lord, three years ago”

“Where did you find it do you think you could you show me on this map?”

Corax laid a map of the area he had conquered a few short hours ago on the table and waited as the nervous human took a long look at it. As the man studied the map Corax took a look over him. The human was in his mid-forties he guessed, his hair a salt and pepper colour, his skin a dark tone of brown, the only jewellery he wore was a band on his ring finger.

Corax had no idea what the idea behind marriage was, as a warrior he had never had time to explore any feelings like that, then again he did not suppose he was ever inclined to, it was not written into his gene code. He had seen the warriors in his Imperial Armies form complex emotional relationships and, on occasion had the honour of binding two human warriors together, understanding that what the Astartes did not need, humans did.

So he had no wish to keep the man from his wife and family, he just wanted to know where to go to continue his investigation. After a few moments, Bauman pointed to a region that appeared to be darker than any other area on the map.

“The Mountains of Mourn, this is where we found it, we were relieved that there was no body, for only giants” He paused for a moment nervously looking around him “only giants would wear that”

Corax did think of asking the man for a moment if he would escort them, but he was already scared enough, so instead he asked him to show his Captains how to get there and then let him go back to his family. Branne watched the man almost run out of the hall.

Agapito turned from his amused observance of the human and his amusement faded as he saw the expression on his father’s face. “Will you inform the Warmaster?” He reluctantly asked.

“When there is something to tell him, yes” Corax mused “For now I want this kept in-house.” Corax looked at the map “Just me and you two, let’s go”


The Emperor read the communication from Lorgar and Dorn, Lorgar would be continuing on his way, but Dorn was returning home, with Alpharius. The Emperor rubbed his jaw as Dorn outlined what Alpharius had actually said but Lorgar had also added a side message saying that, knowing how the Alpha Legion operated he was not altogether certain that it was Alpharius.

The Emperor would know, he would always know, no matter how clever they were, what father did not know his own sons? It would be a few weeks before they arrived back here and he turned his mind onto the mission he had given the Night Haunter.

He could have given this to Rogal or even Lorgar but he had felt this was more Konrads niche, besides he wanted his most distant son to feel that he was important. The Night Lords were doing what they were wrought for, and very successfully too he noted with some pride. It was hard to think that he was going to censure them and Konrad for striking Rogal.

“Boys will be boys” he mused to himself.

Perhaps when this mission had been fulfilled he would send Konrad after Amon, he would get whatever Malcador had put in his Custodes head and he would bring Amon back into the fold, he had lost his oldest friend and Amon was like a brother to Constantin, the two were always in each other’s company….had always been, he corrected himself.

He had not wanted it that way, he did not want to lose his oldest friend and his own brother, there was no other Psyker like Malcador, well not including Magnus and for now Magnus was beyond his reach. So why did he feel the need to re-visit old ghosts. He had dealt with the Second and Eleventh hadn’t he? But something in the ether had told him otherwise, he had been communing with the other gods when he has sensed a change in the warp, a slight change granted and almost un-noticeable, but one never the less, the tell-tale sign of one or two of his sons.

Ones that he thought gone, maybe Russ had not been as through as he had thought, perhaps the Wolf King could not bring himself to finish the task set out for him, whatever the reason it was puzzling to him. He could not leave Terra, not with his webway needing constant vigilance and his Imperium needing his guiding light, so he had despatched Konrad to do the job he knew he would find more to his taste than anything else he had done lately.

He was certain it was just his own grief at what had happened playing tricks with his mind, but Russ had said that some escaped, and if that was the case he would offer them the hand of forgiveness, because if he was honest he needed all the warriors he could get, he knew Horus and his Renegades would come to Holy Terra, it was inevitable but he did not want to be caught napping, something he would never be accused ever, it would take a while, they would need to build more powerbases, reclaim worlds from his rule and he was not about to let too many fall into his misguided sons hands.

He closed his eyes and sent his mind searching for Lorgar; he would give Lorgar something to sink his teeth into and something that he was ultimately entirely capable off.


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The Mountains of Mourn were well named. The rest of the planet was wet and marshy, it had caused some of the Imperial Army…correction his human army, problems but nothing that could not be resolved, however once he and his two Captains landed on the track that the Human had shown them they were hit by a fine penetrating rain and fog that in places was so thick it even gave the Astartes and their father a few problems seeing further than their hands.

“I wonder if this is how the sons of the Lion feel when it rains on Caliban” Agapito murmured and tightened his grip on his bolter “It’s a wonder anyone makes a living on this swimming pool of a world”

“That’s why we protect humankind my son” Corax glanced at him “Because they have the tenacity to make a living out of a world that does not give up its wealth so easily”

Branne stopped as a roar echoed along the ridges, he shook his head “Seems the wildlife may not want us here either, no wonder the caretaker did not want to come here”

They remained on alert, wondering if they would see the creature that had made that loud threatening noise, as they made their way along the paths they could see the huts of miners, by the state of them they were long ago abandoned. Whether it was through the mines drying up or whatever lived up here none of them could say, but seeing the cobwebs that stretched across the mines entrance, nothing had been worked here in a long while.

Branne murmured something about the Mechanicum wanting to make use of them and Agapito made a mental map of where each mining town they passed was, so that a full report could be given to the Mechanicum when they returned to the Shadow of the Raven. He didn’t know if he would ever get used to calling her that, but like so much lately he would have to get used to the changing tides.

They walked for a few Kilometres, Branne had risen on his thrusters but the fog made it difficult to see anything and so for the sake of his sanity and safety, he had suggested they remain on foot. Corax had not seemed that bothered about the walk and by the rare peaceful expression on his now wet face, he was thoroughly enjoying it.

His coal black hair stuck to his handsome visage and his eyes took in everything around him, he was the Raven Lord, the master of Deliverance and happier in the skies, but sometimes it was nice to just be on a world that would offer a challenge to those who would inhabit it and this was one such world.


Agapito cleared his throat, he and his brother had been part of the Primarchs rebellion during the Civil war that freed them from their overseers and when they were alone, they addressed their father by his first name, never in the presence of others, it was a sign of the bond he had with the two brothers

“Why do you suppose a member of the second would be here?”

Corax stopped where and took in the sights around him once more, he had wondered that himself and he had tried to think of an answer, more to the point why leave his armour? Was he afraid that someone would see him in it and end his life in a meaningless cull? No Astartes knew any fear, but they did have an aversion to pointless death. Death should come on the field of battle, at the hands of an enemy, not at the hands of their own cousins or brothers.

Although the way things were now, that was a bit pointless really. “I don’t know Ag” He quietly replied, “maybe he wanted to forget his past glories and humiliations, maybe he was injured or dying and could not bear to die in the armour that had ended his honour? I do not know, but if the humans found no remains, no body then what’s to say where he is now”

Branne rounded a corner and came face to face with the biggest creature he had ever seen. It stood about five meters tall with a long snake like neck but was thicker than even an Astartes neck. Its head was like an ancient Dragon head with row upon row of razor sharp teeth. It walked on its hind legs, two powerful muscles laden limbs that ended with claws that could rend flesh from bone in a matter of minutes. Its two arms seemed strangely misshapen and out of place on a large body, for they looked like the arms of a young adult male.

“Now we know why the mines are empty” Corax signed as he looked up.

The three men attacked, but it was not going to be an easy fight, for despite its bulk it could move relatively quicker than they believed it could. Agapito, attempting an attack from behind was sent hurtling into the rocks to the side of him, his armour protested at the force by blinking its runes at him. If he did not know better he would say it was swearing at him, as it was he was winded.

He got to his feet in time to see his brother with his arms round the neck of the beast being swayed about like some bizarre dance partner. His swearing came in short gasps and as he raised his arm to dig his talons in, he was unceremoniously deposited high into the trees.

If the beast was not so dangerous Agapito would have laughed at it, but then he saw why it was Corax was their Primarch, their Lord and their Father. He descended from the clouds above like some black clad angel from ancient texts. His arms a little outstretched and the Ravens claws shining despite the dull weather.

He looked the beast in the eye and with two lightning strikes attacked the head. The Left eye disappeared in blood and gore as the talons ripped it out and the right side of the head vanished, the beast did not die straight away, too hurt to continue it wandered off, Agapito made to follow it but Corax stopped him.

“Let it go, everything has a right to die where they want”

Branne came back brushing his armour of the twigs and leaves that had attached like limpets to him “Well that’s why there are no more miners”

“I don’t see how humans would satisfy something like that” His brother removed his helm and scratched his forehead.

“It would have taken the livestock too” Branne added “When we were battling in area designate 43, there were some pretty big creatures the natives were using as rides”

Corax let them have their discussion; something else had caught his eye. Had they not been looking they might not have found it, an almost hidden opening in the rocks. When the brothers realised that their Primarch had wandered off, they looked around and found the opening themselves this was where he had gone, with a sigh they both followed him and caught up with him as he wandered along the path.

Branne wanted to tell him off, but thought better of it, after all Corax, like his own brothers, did pretty much what he wanted. They activated their armours lights as the darkness enveloped them and, for the first time since coming on their trek with their father, they felt comfortable. Darkness worked with them and for them and this was the only comparison to the Night Lords they agreed with.

Corax said nothing, his memory lost to the scouring as he and others called it. The Sons of Hades always had been a little different to their cousins, their world a vision of hell, like an old book that Corax had read once, something Inferno…he couldn’t remember the full title, but the image of one man’s descriptions of Hell had stayed with him.

He had never been to the Home world of the Sons, but he had heard about it from Horus and Sanguinius, both of whom had found their brother Charion…there he said it, a name that he had not spoken of or thought about since that day. If Mortarion was the master of Death, then Charion was indeed its keeper.

His sons fought through Terrains sometimes too harsh for other Legions. Their endless battles to free their system and the worlds of Man had won them laurels, but Charion did not want to believe their Father was the rightful ruler of Mankind, often he had spoken about how he disagreed with the Emperors edicts, that no man had the right to be absolute ruler as absolute power corrupts absolutely, a view that had Dorn and even Corax himself incensed, this was their father he was talking about, but it was the Lion who started the road to ruin for the Second Legion.

Much like the Company Captains in any of the Legions, there was a rivalry, between his Captains and others it was never much more than battle honours, after all they did what they did for the glory of the Legion. But with Lion and Charion it was more than that, Charion had his honour and his martial pride and – for reasons that Corax still did not know – the Lion told him he had no place amongst honourable brothers if that was how he was going to talk about their father.

Tensions between them got too much and, on a joint compliance against the Orks Charion and the Lion came to blows, it was different to the fight between Curze and Dorn, this was all out animosity, Legion turned against Legion. The Wolves were sent to bring the Sons in but Charion was not about to face what he saw as his father’s one sided justice. He had done fine without him or anyone else and he would continue to do so.

Everything else after that was a mystery, not even Leman spoke of it, and the Wolf King was not quite the same after that. Corax had respected Charion, but he was not close to him, Charion didn’t get close to his brothers, except Perturabo, Curze and Mortarion, they could claim a bond with the pale skinned albino haired Primarch.

He returned to the present and locked his memories away once more, there were something’s that were not worth remembering, and for the unease it set off in the master of the Ravenspire, this was one of them time. He focused himself on the job at hand, if any of the Sons of Hades survived, then this was a time to forgive and extend the hand of brotherhood, because no matter what else was going on personal battles or the war against their father, never was a time more needed for unity.


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The Hand of Deliverance flew through the ocean of stars as if it deserved to be there, the battle barge of the 61st Company of the Raven Guard was enjoying the rare moment of freedom and the peace of the moment, one that was usually rare in their life afforded the Commander a moment or two to reflect on what was happening.

He did not know what to do, as a Terran born Astartes given the gene of Corax he had a duty to the Emperor, but, as so many of his brothers, his loyalty was to Corax, the man whose ideal and image he was modelled on. He did not believe in what the Emperor was doing, if he thought for one moment there was a good outcome to this then he might have followed others from other Legions, but he did not.

As a child he had grown up in a community that had been the last to ditch the religious icons of the past. Some of his village community had taken longer to accept that there were no gods and that there was no big being of supernatural and omnipotent power to carve mankind’s destiny, all that was what man and woman themselves made. Now everything he had been conditioned to believe was thrown away in the trash like some worn out old Axim, what distressed him most, or at least a close approximation to it, Magnus was crippled by Angron and the Khan was dead at the hands of Vulkan no less. Prospero was gone, Mars was under the stewardship of the Gorgon himself and Lorgar was Pope….Pope? what a ridiculous title for a Primarch, even if Lorgar had always been a little zealous in his beliefs that once upon a time had no place in the Imperium.

Malcador was dead, the Regent himself, now replaced by the Praetorian and that in itself made the Raven Guard Captain feel worse, he would have expected it from the likes of Angron and Curze and even Lorgar, they always were a little unstable in their temperaments, but Dorn? Now that was unexpected and unwelcome at the same time. He was snapped from his musings by the sound of the proximity alert going off, and as he began ordering for information he had an uneasy feeling wash over him.
On the screen, where the star field was the only sight for him, suddenly a jump point opened and an Astartes Capital ship came through, cloaked in midnight clad, he felt a mix of his hearts jumping at the sight and the gorge rising in his throat as he realised what it was.

“Night Lords” Sergeant Uneses breathed slowly beside him.

“Not just any Night Lords old friend” Captain Anteau Shierek swallowed heavily, “But THE Night Lord, that’s the Nightfall and that means…..”

“Curze” Uneses snarled.

“Have they seen us?”

“No Lord, they are continuing on their course”

“I want vox silence and I want only essential systems running” He ordered
“What are you planning Brother Captain?”

The Captain looked at his Sergeant, a grim expression on his face “I want to see that they are doing, and I want to see what is so important that the Night Haunter himself is on the case, whatever the case maybe”

“Shouldn’t we inform our Father?”

“Cal, when there is something to tell him and when it is safe to do so without them picking it up I will do so, until then we will recon the situation and maybe we will get to settle an old score”

“Corax wants that honour Brother” His Sergeant warned

“I am not stupid,” Shierek snapped “I am not about to take on a Primarch alone, I am on about maybe wiping out a company of theirs and finally showing that the Raven Guard are the true masters of the dark, not some deranged lunatics who get off on causing fear and terror”

Uneses shook his head, his Captain had thirsted for revenge against the Night Lords after the Death of the 152nd Company, he suspected it was because his genetic cousin had died there, the only link to a past that he had all but forgotten, and sometimes they say the sons of Deliverance were stubborn, maybe that should apply more to the Sons of Terra.

Despite his misgivings Calastros Uneses stood behind his Captains Command Throne and watched as the Hand of Deliverance went silent running observing the path of the Night Lords flagship, it would be good too good to get revenge for the fallen brothers, but it would also serve no purpose if another company was lost. Besides he knew the failure of loss, better than anyone on this ship and better than anyone in his Legion, more so than even the Primarch.


Corax stopped as they came out of the opening and into a rain sodden, fog laden valley that might, at one point have been paradise. Branne was now muttering about how he was fed up with the rain and although he was not about to catch the common cold, he still did not feel comfortable walking when he felt better suited to the air.

Corax understood that sentiment, they were the Raven Guard, the pinnacle of the Assault marines, even Horus had admitted that the Raven Guard were the best of the best when it came to Assault, strike and stealth tactics. The Raven Guard were better suited to ariel assaults, that did not mean that they could no launch ground attacks, for they were just as ferocious as any of the Legions in that area, but ariel warfare suited their needs and training and indeed their mind-set more. But he was determined to see this through, if nothing else than to satisfy his curiosity about that armour.

They trekked across the marshlands the mud caking their power armour, although it did not slow them down, there were not many things that slow a Primarch and his sons down. He was about to turn around and head back when a large shape loomed out of the thick white shroud like death itself. As they neared the object they saw that it was a vessel, and not just any vessel but an Astartes vessel.

“That explains why it is so forlorn here” Agapito observed “When it crashed it must have destroyed at least the majority of the wildlife and anyone who lived here too”

Corax didn’t speak, he was too busy looking over the stricken vessel, great rents in her sides like a whale being attacked by sharks, he could see the image in his head now, crew members, engineering crews and their overseers, Naval officers even Astartes being blown out into the cold vacuum of space. Astartes would survive a little longer thanks to their gene enhancements but even that was limited.

Something had hit this vessel and hit her hard; perhaps it had fought a mighty battle in the skies above and brought her down, whatever had happened there was no way she had been here for just three years. The undergrowth had started to make her part of the landscape, lichen and moss had been growing in abundance and had looked like it made itself at home.

A few trees had surrounded it like ancient guardians any damage had a branch growing out of it vines coming down curling themselves around wrecked conduits and pipes like slender lovers in an eternal tryst, The two Captains and their Primarch father had to cut their way through the overgrowth until they eventually found their way through to a clearer path.

There as a feeling of foreboding in the air, like they were trespassing in a place that they did not belong. The dead lingered here and as they made their way through, Corax thought he could see ghostly replays of the crews’ day to day life, and their deaths. Of course that was ridiculous but he was not about to ridicule it, there was a legend on old Terra, that buildings and sunken vessels held the memories of the dead like a sponge.

None of them spoke, people had died here and to utter anything would be desecrating the souls that might still reside here. It was a superstitious thought and out of place, but that did not stop the feeling. They all could picture the last moments of the ship and its crew, it was not hard, they had all seen the effects galactic warfare had, sometimes it was worse than a ground assault, they saw their enemies faces, those in the ships did not see their enemies faces, just the last moment of their lives as a flurry of torpedoes came towards them spilling their doom.

Branne never really gave the lower decks a thought when he was aboard his vessel, but after this he would, he forgot that they worked hard, in harsh conditions, where their life expectancy was less than that of an Imperial Guardsman. They made their own rules below decks, even had their own culture, sort of a community within a community.

No, he had not given it a second thought but here and now, sensing on some level the horrific deaths the men and women who lived, worked, loved and socialised on these deck must have gone through was enough to give him pause for thought and, as he glanced at his genetic brother he could sense the same thoughts running through his mind. Many of the civilian crews who worked the big Navy vessels longed for life on an Astartes vessel, life was harder in terms of discipline but the conditions were a little better.

They paused by what was the Astartes Company Chambers, Corax paused and for a moment muttered something beyond his sons hearing. They continued walking and entered the Chambers, what they saw took their collective breaths away it was then that Corax felt himself begin to sway and both the Captains moved as one to catch him as he fell and sank to his knees.

There before them was a giant glass coffin and there inside, his arms folded across his chest, two coins over his eyes was a giant of a man, the wounds that killed him obvious to them, bigger than an Astartes this could only be one thing…a Primarch.

“Charion” Corax breathed and bowed his head.

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He was scared of that there was no doubt, as the Lord of the Night stood before him once more he could feel the fear in his pent up body being leeched out of him, almost like a vampire taking the last drop of blood from a body, and was the father of the Night Lords growing before his eyes? He shook his head to clear the image, as big as a Primarch was, he did not want to think that what his eyes were telling him was true, it was a trick it had to be, being on a ship that had constant low lighting to replicate the eternal night of Nostramo had stated to take a toll on his eyes.

Curze eased his giant frame into the chair across from his guest and took stock of the quarters that had been given to their passenger. When Curze had picked him up several weeks ago he had been a strong willed man, worthy of being the so called Keeper of the Secret, the secret that was passed to him from his father and his father’s father. Now he looked like prey caught in the lights of the more powerful hunter.

“You are being treated well” Curze’s deep and dangerous voice always appeared to be on the edge of sanity. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t but one thing was for certain, you did not ignore any questions the Primarch directed at you.

His strength was legendary and the history surrounding him almost mythical and his temperament changeable. If you did not want to meet the Night Haunter side of him, you stayed on the side of Konrad Curze. Garvan Polarick had heard the fearful whispers of other humans, that Konrad Curze and the Night Haunter were two separate entities living in one body. Depending on the Primarchs mood, depended on which one came to the fore.

“Yes my lord” he whispered.

“Sit up man” Curze amiably spoke “I come to you in peace, no need to cower like a child, sit tall and proud as I know your family to be.” Curze handed him a tankard “Try some Nostraman Ale, not as powerful as some but certainly potent, it won’t burn your stuff like the shit the sons of Fenris drink either”

Polarick took the drink and sat taller, but not so tall as to display arrogance, besides the presence of the Primarch cowed all that, sort of wiped it all away and made any human quite forget that they were human and not some pile of quivering sycophantic mush. He was in his mid-forties but time in the Night Lords Company had aged him, his brown hair was lank and had lost its life, but his grey eyes held the knowledge given to him and one that right now he wished had not been passed onto him.

“Tell me Garvan” Curze adjusted his position “why were your family chosen to be the keepers? I am curious?”

Polarick did not want to look at the pale faced giant across from him, it merely awakened the realm of nightmares that had haunted his sleep, and his waking hours if he was honest, since he had been brought aboard Nightfall.
But no matter how hard he tried to block out the mass of genetic perfection he could not. In the dingy lighting of Nightfall, the Night Haunter seemed to rise and swell, as if he was the master of the shadows, he might well have been, had the Primarch Corax not had the same affinity with the shadows as the Night Lord did.

“My great-grandfather was witness to the fate of the two who shall not be remembered” Polarick miserably replied, in the age of re-born superstition, it seemed fitting that he use such language.

“No human was present” Curze responded.

“My great-grandfather was Fenris born, his great-great uncle had been chosen to be one of the warriors of Fenris and he walked beside them as a member of the Army of the Fenris children. Because of his memory he was chosen by the Emperor to bear witness, an honour that any man should feel and not refuse, one did not refuse the All-father”

“The Emperors own record keeper then?”

“Yes Lord, Jovan saw everything that happened, even took part in it and, as per the All-Fathers wishes he kept a memory record, and then was asked to keep it sacred and secret to pass it onto the eldest son only, should the Emperor ever need to recollect those days”

“The Keeper of the Secret, I would have thought it would have been an Astartes”

“It was an unusual choice”

“So, why do you not live on your ancestral world?”

“I was born on the ice world of Holdarth, I left when I was 16, the memories locked in my mind are driving me insane, so I am not able to live like a normal man”

Curze smiled a little “You are in good Company then”

Polarick did not know what to make of that so said nothing. He kept his gaze fixed on the table and started patting hiss shirt down.

“Missing something?”

“My Tabac sticks” He whispered.

Curze turned and made a motion to the woman by the door, she bowed her head and reaching into her top pocket, she took a fresh pack out of her pocket and a lighter and lay them on the table. Curze motioned with his head and she left them alone. The Primarch watched as with shaking hands, Polarick lit his tabac stick and drew in a long shaky breath.

“So tell me how these secrets were imprinted into you, are you Psykers?”

Polarick made the sign of warding and shook his head vigorously “When I was 10 I was taken to the Mechanicum where a meme was placed inside my skull and all the secrets were downloaded into it and into my brain”

Curze had suspected as much. He could see why the Emperor chose a human now, an Astartes might think to make use of this information to further them, but a human would be too scared of the repercussions for betraying an edict that came from the Emperor himself.

“Tell me Garvan, why would the Emperor want a record of that which even we Primarchs do not speak of?”

Polarick arched an eyebrow and looked up for the first time since he had started talking to the dark Primarch “I thought you might know Lord, you being sent by the Emperor and all…it’s the Gene-seed”

Curze sat back, letting a hiss escape his throat now that was very interesting, very interesting indeed.


Corax closed his eyes as his hand touched the casket saying a benediction to a lost brother, he did not expect what happened next. His consciousness was filled with the images of the Primarchs final days, days that would seemingly render true today. He gasped aloud and sank to his knees overwhelmed by what he was seeing, Branne and Agapito made to rush to his side but he snarled at them to stay away. Shocked by the venom in their fathers’ voice, the two genetic brothers stepped back; all they could do was watch as Corax relieved his brothers last moments……

“Is this what you are reduced to now Leman, being the Emperors genetic assassin?”

Charion was an imposing figure, even in his gene bred state, his jet black armour lined with red trim and the symbol of a three headed dog forged into a clasp that held his dark red cloak in place. In his Left hand was a bolter made from the darkest black metal…Soul Keeper it had been named and for good reason, anyone shot with it was surrounded in a dark light, almost as if their souls were being sucked from them, then immolated. It was a painful and horrific death, one that even an Astartes did not fancy being on the end off, for then their legacy stored in their gene-seed would be gone. Almost as if they had never existed, and today some of the Rout had been on the receiving end of the Soul Keeper.

In his right hand, a powerful mighty Trident, forged by the hands of the Gorgon himself, balanced, sharp and deadly, able to cut through power armour like a knife through butter, rend human flesh into tattered bloody strips.

His Albino white hair sat in a single punk strip and tied into a tight pony tail, at the end a metal Morningstar ball already bloody from the lives he had taken. They had come to his homeworld, sent by his bastard father to try them for crimes that had been perceived as dangerous to the stability of the Imperium, subversive.

“The Imperial Truth is the law Charion” Russ evenly said “You are to bring the worlds you bring to illumination into the Imperial Truth, no gods, no magic, all manners of faith to be destroyed, only faith in themselves and the Imperium is what is required.”

Charions white eyes lit up with mirth, he had no pupils, his eyes were filled white, a mutation maybe? Russ did not know, all he knew was he was here to bring his brother and nephews in, they had refused and blood had been spilt.

“You and I both know that this is nothing to do with that, it’s to do with my….beating of the Lion” Charion snarled “He does not like to be made to look a fool”

“I don’t blame you for that” Russ conceded “but he is still your brother and your humiliated him, father could not let that and other subversive behaviour pass”

“HAH!” Charion spread his arms wide as he uttered his sarcastic laugh “Then where is my accuser? Too wrapped up in his own machinations to come and accuse me to my face?”

“He is around” Russ mysteriously said.

“My work has kept the worlds in this lawless Segmentum within Imperial Law, I am a son of the Imperium Wolf King, but I have seen what father will become, a mad god, drunk with power who would see those sons who did not conform to his will dead! Mark my words Lord of Fenris, what you do here today will come back and bite your hairy ass”

“Enough Charion, lay down your arms, come in with me and I will stand by you brother, order your elite to stand down”

“I will do no such thing….”

The Second Primarch hefted his Trident and threw it as if it were no more than a javelin; Russ dodged out the way and then turned as he heard what sounded like a mechanised scream. Brother Haffinjer, a respected warrior interned into a dreadnought half a century ago writhed as the Trident struck deep into his sarcophagus, the fluid that suspended his mangled body slipped from the broken tomb he called home. Russ stared, uttered a disbelieving shout and launched himself at his brother.

The two Primarchs fought like gods of old, the ground shook as blow after blow landed, Russ, so caught in the rage of a beast, mourning his son’s death gritted his teeth as spittle flew from his parted lips, his canines elongated, ready to tear out his enemies’ throat.

Charion was no weakling and for each blow the Wolf King landed, he landed one twice as hard, blood flowed from rents in their respective armours, but despite the battle around them Russ was always destined to win. He let a roar erupt from his lips and drove his clenched fist full forced through Charions breast plate and with a yank pulled out both his hearts.

Charion sank to his knees, his body going into shock and his eyes focussed on the two dripping hearts that were clenched in Russ’s massive fist. Russ lost his rage and in shock at what he had done he dropped to one knee and tried to stuff the hearts back inside his brothers’ body.

“I am sorry Char, I am sorry”

Charions eyes flickered as his body convulsed. He looked up to see a golden armoured warrior above him and Russ raised his head.

“Father….can’t you save him…”

The Emperor glared down at his son and remained stoic; Charion gave a bloody half smile and died without a word.

Corax finally moved from the sarcophagus stunned at what he had seen, it wasn’t just the violence of his brother’s death, and it was the expression on his father’s face. Uncaring, indifferent…it was like looking upon the face of a different man, If Corax had any doubts about his father’s new status they vanished in a haze of shock and amazement.

Had the Second Legion Primarch seen what was to come? It was true that each of them had some part of their fathers’ abilities; however it had manifested stronger in some sons than in others. Curze, Sanguinius, Lorgar and the most powerful of them all Magnus were known to have their fathers’ power in the fields of the Psyker. He did not know if Charion was ever that strong, but if what he had just seen was to be believed, his brother had reached out from beyond the veil. Corax had some ability but nothing on the scale of his aforementioned brothers.

I committed no sin Corvus, I was marked for death for knowing what he had done and what he had become

Corax span round as the voice entered his mind unbidden he glanced at his two sons who were continuing with their work and he made his way back to his brothers’ tomb.

You are still alive?

He got no answer and if Corvus Corax did not believe in ghosts before…he did now. Branne called him over and showed him a data slate; Corax took it and took one last look around him.

“We will bury him here” He finally said “This is befitting a tomb as any and I cannot see anyone else finding him”

“What about the armour Lord?” Agapito asked.

“I suspect it was thrown from the ship when it crashed here” Corax sighed “I think the crew that were here are all dead, they were the last of his sons that remained loyal and I suspect they wanted to get him away, mourn him. With the damage that was done to the vessel I am surprised they even got here”

He located a spot that looked peaceful enough and built a pyre, after a while he set his brothers body alight and watched it burn.

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Corax sat in the seclusion of his private sanctum, he was looking over the still sealed data packet, he hadn’t opened it, he was disturbed by the voice he heard, was Charion a seer, did he know what was going to happen to him? Did he know what was going to happen to the Emperor and the fate of his Legion? To have his sons either dead, incarcerated or split across the other Legions’, most notably the Ultramarines? So many questions and not enough answers.

With a sigh he got up and stood before the holo-communicator, he waited and then when he was ready he pressed the receive button and there, before him stood Horus and Sanguinius. Corax was stunned by how drained Horus looked, not only was he having to deal with their fathers madness, but the threat of a second Imperium looming, for the first time since they met, Corax felt a degree of pity for Horus. It was all well and good Roboute building a second Imperium but they really needed to deal with the present one first.

Sanguinius as ever looked his noble and resplendent self, of them all, even Horus proclaimed that Sanguinius was the best of them all, that he should have been Warmaster, something that the Angel of Baal always refuted. As Horus’s closest brother and confident, he felt his role best served as his brothers conscience.

“Greetings Raven Lord” Horus inclined his head “What is wrong brother?”

“Horus, Sang” Corax returned the greeting “You might want to sit down, I have something I need to discuss with you”

By the time he had finished his tale his brothers were staring at him jaws agape. Corax stepped back a little and pressing a side rune, the armour they had retrieved came into the light of his brothers’ views.

“Was he still alive Cor?” Horus asked, using the affectation that his closest sons used in private and Corax finally felt equal to his brother.

“No Horus, I gave him a warrior’s funeral, rather than leave him there”

Horus closed his eyes as Sanguinius said “What happened to the Sons of Hades gene seed?”

Corax shrugged “I assumed it was destroyed or put in with Gullimans stock”

Horus rubbed his brow “The Emperor alone knows where that is and he will want it, I would if I were him. Cor, up to finding out where our lost nephews’ gene-seed is? Can’t let it fall into their hands,”

“Especially if the rumours were to be believed,” Corax added “You can count on me Warmaster….my brother”

Horus smiled a little “The lords of battle are with you Corvus”

“And you Horus”

Corax stepped back and returned to his seat. The rumours about the Sons other abilities seemed to be true. On the field of battle they could vibrate through the reality stream and emerge behind enemy lines making their attacks almost unbreakable. Corax did not want to think about what would happen if the Imperials got their hands on that ability.

He finally touched the runes on the side of the data packet and as his genetic code was entered into the memory banks the screen resolved itself and Corax found himself reading the intimate thoughts the First Captain Cerona. He sat back as he realised this was written in the last days of their escape time to get to work…..

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Humph. Interesting, though I'd have thought Corax would land on Guilliman's side (eventually, at least) because:

1. He dislikes Horus.
2. The core of the Horus-Guilliman debate here is "just put Horus on the throne and get back to life as normal" vs. "rebuild the Imperium from the ground up". Conservative vs. liberal, in other words. Corax seems to fall more into the liberal camp here. (Interesting fact: at some point in canon, Corax tried to write a handbook for Imperial governors. He definitely has a reformer side- Deliverance, even.)
3. Without him, Russ is the only Primarch supporting Guilliman wholeheartedly, which feels very lopsided.

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i have always seen Corax as a pragmatist, he has (in this au) some peace with Horus, but dont think he will go all out and see him as Emperor, for now there is a job to do and he is concentrating on that before he declairs his options.

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From a distance the planet looked to all intense and purpose like a snow ball that was wracked by an occasional light storm, as Nightfall drew closer it was a different story altogether. The planet was wreathed in hurricane clouds for as far as the eye could see; the light show was massive electrical storms that raged as much as the hurricanes. Krieg stood watching the approach vector with nothing more than a blank look on his face. He was a hard man to read, known as the Axemaster; he was a true son of Nostramo who embraced his father’s promotion with the violent zeal that he had known in his human life.

To be let loose on a world that lacked the order vision of his father was like a release valve and when the Axemaster let loose, there was no forgiveness, no pity, just the purity of order and justice. He had no idea why they had come here; the human that had been named The Keeper of The Secret had spent the last few days on the bridge beside the Primarch. Sevatar had also been present and seemed to have formed a friendship with the human. Krieg had little time for humans, except one group and as he left the bridge, he headed down to the Imperial Army barracks on the vessel.

They trained alone, separate from their own brothers and sisters, always in the company of the Astartes and as such seemed to be chosen by the vaunted Second Captain as attachment to his Company. Twelve men and women all chosen for their skills and abilities, taken from the 54th Nostraman Infantry and renamed the “Shadow Warriors”, a name the Primarch himself had bestowed upon them after their camouflage skills had helped win a victory against the humans on Planet Astrana, their Lieutenant had taken it upon herself to use her invite, the Astartes had been blocked in by the guns on the battlements, they had found a break in the wall and came in.

So impressed was the father of night that he bestowed upon them the ranks of honorary Night Lords, something he had never done, he also renamed them the Shadow Warriors and took them away from the main Imperial Army. He had decreed that they train with the Astartes of the Axemaster; they were given a new uniform, their camouflaged clothing incorporated into the armour and raised above their comrades.

Lieutenant Elisbet Incara might have been attractive once. She was a tall woman with shorn black hair, a tattoo of a winged skull sat over her left eye and her left eye itself was cybernetic after losing it in a bar fight. Years of fighting in extreme theatres of war had taken its toll on her looks over the years, now she appeared to be a scarred grizzled veteran of many fire fights, the only difference was, and she was respected and beloved by the other Shadow Warriors, even the CO Captain Cadence Justmier deferred to her uncanny battle skills. As respected as he was he did not have the same adoration that the others showed the Lt.

She was currently pounding a boxing bag; the sweat poured off her brow and had drenched her vest top, the sheen across her scarred chest made the scars stand out more. Krieg folded his arms and watched her for a moment or two, she reminded him of someone when he was a mortal. Although that woman would be long dead now, still Incara had a ruthless streak that had marked her out as a ganger in her youth.

“Take a rest Elisbet” He softly spoke.

She jumped a little startled; she had been so engrossed in what she was doing she had not heard him approach. She moved to one knee immediately.
“My apologies Lord, I did not see you there”

“Stand up Lieutenant, no need for that, honour is done”

Had it been anyone else, he would have left them on their knee, but she was an equal in his eyes. If the Emperors’ plans for a sisterhood went through, than he would insist that the woman before him became part of it, she had proved her devotion to the Emperor, more often than not, but he was also aware that, like the other members of her squad her first loyalty was to the Primarch.

He looked around and picked up her rifle, and tossing her it he pointed to the range “it is time to practise Elisbet,”

“Does the Primarch have a task for us Lord?”

Krieg nodded “However this is one task that cannot be written down in your battle honours or stitched onto your company banner,” he raised his hand to forestall any query “What you will do alongside us you do not only for your adopted father, but the Emperor as well”

She bowed deeply “As you will it Axemaster”


The Hand of Deliverance translated into the system with barely a ripple, this area of space was unknown to them and Captain Shierek had no idea why the Night Lords would be here. There were no Imperial settlements here to enforce the Imperial rule, as far as the star charts explained nothing lived here, and had not done so for many decades.

Petrous Gadfran, one of the few Rememberancers left aboard the Raven Guard vessel stood beside Shierek. A tall woman she looked elegant in her fine silken top and suede bottoms. Her blonde hair tied back into a tight bun that made her slender face appear classical in its intensity. Her blue eyes watched the screen, still amazed that she had been asked to come to the bridge to advise the Astartes Captain.

Shierek had asked her for one reason; her knowledge on most of the worlds of the Imperium, discovered by the Raven Guard and other Legions was quite impressive. He assumed that she would take the post offered her by Corax himself as a lecturer when the civil war was over. For now, he wanted to make use of her education. He was a simple warrior, raised during the upheaval of Corax’s rebellion against the overseers, all he knew was to fight, and education was restricted to the privileged children of the former masters of Deliverance.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he read Corax’s latest missive. When the war was over, when balance had been restored, then the Raven Guard would join with the Ultramarines and Space Wolves to build a second Imperium…but only when this madness was over. Of course there had been rumours that the Warrior King had been stock building the worlds of Ultramar for that reason, a second hidden Empire within an Empire, now that seemed to be coming truth more than just scuttle butt.

That is if there was anything left of Ultramar after the Emperors Children had finished with it, that was not going so well if reports were to be believed. He shook his head free of such maudlin thoughts, he had a job to do, and one of them was to find out why the Night Lords had come to a dead system. He supposed it was to establish a colony for the Emperor, if that was the case he would take it from them, claim it for the Raven Guard and show the Night Lords once and for all who was the better of the two Legions of night.

Uneses looked uneasy and Shierek did not know why, ever since they had translated into the system, his usually stoic Sargent had taken himself to his arming chamber to do what he did not know. He would deal with that soon, right now he wanted to know all the female had to tell him.

She bowed her head as he addressed her and cleared her throat. “There are no records here Lord except for a curios exploration undertaken by the Mechanicum in conjunction with the Space Wolves under Captain Jorvik.

There are eight planets in the system, two gas giants, an ice world, a desert world, three dead worlds and a world perpetuated by storms. The Planet of Storms as it was named was deemed unsuitable to colonise, even with the Mechanicums vast terraforming abilities, it was believed that the atmosphere was just too unstable to sustain.”

“And yet the Night Lords are heading there, why I wonder, could the Emperor have change his mind? Does the Mechanicum along with their Iron Hand masters have some way of calming the storms?” The Captain spoke his thoughts aloud.

He knew that there was not a world around that the Mechanicum could not tame, for some reason, something other than what was listed in the star charts, they had left that world alone, and Shierek wanted to know why. His senses told him there was more to this than some notation in the books of knowledge.

Uneses swallowed heavily and heaved a sigh, what did it matter now, the Night Lords were here and all efforts made by the survivors had gone to nothing. “It is the home world of the 11th Legion Astartes the Storm Riders” He quietly spoke. Every set of eyes on the bridge turned to face him. “My birth world” he added.
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