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“Retribution,” Mursili whispered remorselessly. Casually dispatching the wounded Ultramarine with a blast of raw psychic power, Mursili turned to greet his approaching brothers. Chaplain Scipio and Forgelord Azakis ascended the small rise flanked by the massive frame of Dakreius; Azakis’ Castellax bodyguard, and the partly mechanical canine that served as the techmarine’s eyes. | “Retribution,” Mursili whispered remorselessly. Casually dispatching the wounded Ultramarine with a blast of raw psychic power, Mursili turned to greet his approaching brothers. Chaplain Scipio and Forgelord Azakis ascended the small rise flanked by the massive frame of Dakreius; Azakis’ Castellax bodyguard, and the partly mechanical canine that served as the techmarine’s eyes. | ||
| − | + | Mursili observed his fellow commanders as they approached. The blackened armour of Scipio clashed markedly with the red artificer armour of his brother beside him. Mursili still found it odd to see his friend’s power armour blackened. He glanced down at his own gauntleted hands, no longer slate grey, now a deep red. Returning his gaze to the two Word Bearer’s lords he noted the how the milky white of Azakis eyes appeared to glow faintly from the black bridle tattooed across the forgelord’s pale face. An idle thought came unbidden into Mursili’s awakened mind. The voice was not his own but the Word Bearers captain had become used to the sibilant voice that now resided within him. “Yes, much has changed,” the voice soothed, “and now Monarchia is avenged and the truth lies before us”. | |
“The sons of Ultramar,” Scipio spat, kicking over the remains of the Ultramarine Mursili had just slain. “The ashes of Monarchia are avenged this day as Lorgar had forseen”. | “The sons of Ultramar,” Scipio spat, kicking over the remains of the Ultramarine Mursili had just slain. “The ashes of Monarchia are avenged this day as Lorgar had forseen”. | ||
“Indeed,” Mursili replied. | “Indeed,” Mursili replied. | ||
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History
The leg servos of Captain Mursili’s terminator armour groaned in protest as the massive frame of the Word Bearers commander knelt in supplication before the God-Emperor. Amidst the sea of grey-armoured Word Bearers the myriad standards of the legion’s many chapters were abased in chastisement, their bearers laid low by the reprimand their primarch was enduring at the hands of his holy father. Mursili seethed as he watched the livery of the Scold’s Bridle chapter upon his company’s banner caress the ash-strewn remains of the Monarchian earth. The tattooed bridle across the captain’s face quivered as Mursili ground his teeth in barely contained rage. The captain bore witness to his father’s censure. He watched as the Golden Primarch’s vision, his will, his very core was shattered. Mursili had helped to build the grand spires of Monarchia. He had stood by the speakers as prelate, administered to the faithful of the city, walked amid its beauteous spires and basked in the admiration of the people. Now all he had wrought alongside his brothers, all he had believed, was gone. All was ashes.
“Look at them,” Chaplain Scipio whispered, “the sons of Ultramar. Murderers, Heretics”. Mursili could not bring himself to respond to his oldest friend and advisor. The gaze of the captain of the Scold’s Bridle’s 5th company was locked upon the Ultramarine warriors stood at attention behind the Emperor and Roboute Guilliman; Primarch of the 13th legion and Lord of Ultramar. The Ultramarines primarch appeared unmoved by the abasement of his brother. A fact that served to inflame Mursili’s ire still further.
A low growl escaped Mursili’s throat as a blast of ozone and whirling ash signalled the Emperor’s departure. Slowly the assembled Word Bearers rose to their feet. The bottom half of the 5th company banner was stained black with the ashen remains of the holy city. Thearras, Mursili’s brother and second in command, approached his captain. “What does this mean Mur?” Thearras whispered. “The chapter banner too is now bridled,” Scipio remarked, allowing his gauntleted hand to brush against the soiled banner. “We will wait for word from our father,” Mursili growled without removing his eyes from the assembled Ultramarines. “Now is not the time,” Scipio cautioned, reading his captain’s thoughts. Thearras followed his brother’s venomous gaze before affirming the chaplain’s sentiment. “He’s right Mur, there will be a time for retribution but we must await our father’s word” Thearras soothed. “Retribution……” Mursili mused.
The sensation of a hand feebly grasping at Mursili’s armoured boot brought the Word Bearers captain from his reverie. About him the world of Calth was aflame. Blue power-armoured corpses lay strewn across the ash-covered plain before the advancing astartes of the Scold’s Bridle Chapter. Mursili glanced down at the Ultramarine at his feet. “Why?” the Ultramarine rasped. “Retribution,” Mursili whispered remorselessly. Casually dispatching the wounded Ultramarine with a blast of raw psychic power, Mursili turned to greet his approaching brothers. Chaplain Scipio and Forgelord Azakis ascended the small rise flanked by the massive frame of Dakreius; Azakis’ Castellax bodyguard, and the partly mechanical canine that served as the techmarine’s eyes.
Mursili observed his fellow commanders as they approached. The blackened armour of Scipio clashed markedly with the red artificer armour of his brother beside him. Mursili still found it odd to see his friend’s power armour blackened. He glanced down at his own gauntleted hands, no longer slate grey, now a deep red. Returning his gaze to the two Word Bearer’s lords he noted the how the milky white of Azakis eyes appeared to glow faintly from the black bridle tattooed across the forgelord’s pale face. An idle thought came unbidden into Mursili’s awakened mind. The voice was not his own but the Word Bearers captain had become used to the sibilant voice that now resided within him. “Yes, much has changed,” the voice soothed, “and now Monarchia is avenged and the truth lies before us”. “The sons of Ultramar,” Scipio spat, kicking over the remains of the Ultramarine Mursili had just slain. “The ashes of Monarchia are avenged this day as Lorgar had forseen”. “Indeed,” Mursili replied. “All sectors report the Sons of Guiliman in retreat Captain,” the oddly metallic voice of Forgelord Azakis intoned. “What of reports of a god engine in the Eastern sector?” Mursili queried. Azakis entered a string of numbers into the screen embedded in the forearm of his armour. For a brief second the eyes of the cyber-familiar beside the forgelord flashed white before Azakis replied. “Lord Scion Yehoram and Aspirant Saul engaged the enemy god engine,” Azakis voice appeared even more raspy and monotone than usual. “Despite sustaining heavy damage to Saul’s errant armour, the god engine was felled and it’s princeps slain in an honour duel by the Lord Scion”. “The House of Herodian have proven themselves staunch allies and true believers in the Word.” Scipio stated with some pride.
Combat Reports for L-XVII-3175
Campaigns
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162.007.M31 | Savage | Traitor |
With the flames of the Heresy spreading like wildfire throughout the Sector, both forces are ..→ | |
Battles
| Battle Name | Date | Planet | Battle Outcome | Battle Summary |
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| Savage Campaign~Operation Four | 299.007.M31 | Savage | Traitor |
Struggling to reel in the continued advances of the Traitors forces, the Loyalist command finally acknowledged that they may be significantly at risk of losing control of the city without Imperial ..→ |
| Savage Campaign~Operation One | 162.007.M31 | Savage | Draw |
The preliminary invasion of the capital of Savage Reach began with three pinpoint orbital insertion assaults by the Traitors forces after gaining access to Savage orbit when the defending, ..→ |
| Savage Campaign~Operation Three | 296.007.M31 | Savage | Traitor |
With the Loyalists forces on the back foot from the initial offensive the Traitors ground units continued a war of harassment as they maneuvered reinforcements into position for the next round of ..→ |
| Savage Campaign~Operation Two | 164.007.M31 | Savage | Traitor |
Before any counter attack could be considered by the Loyalist forces the second wave of the Traitors invasion force made planet fall, this time at targets which were anticipated as strategically ..→ |
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