#Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory

[dariusult]

FFXIV Write Day 6- Halcyon

-The following is a transcript of an address made to the Garlean IXth Legion by its Legatus: one Vectis van Coronus, following the legion's suspension from its deployment to Othard after the now infamous Yanxia Bay incident wherein Vectis van Coronus earned the title "The Butcher of Yanxia Bay". The recording of this address was retrieved from the wreckage of the IXth Legion flagship following its destruction in Corvos.

"As I gaze out across the brave sons and daughters of the Ninth Legion, I cannot help but feel a great swell of pride in my breast. You who remained faithful to your oaths. You who would neither shrink away from nor balk at your duty. You who can see the shining future for which we strive, and you who dare to walk the thorny path towards that future. To you, I extend my sincerest congratulations.

You have proven yourselves to be soldiers of genuine character. Sons and Daughters of Garlemald true. In culling from our number those of weak resolve we have once again returned the Ninth Legion to its rightful place as a place fit only for those walking the path of true rigor.

Consider not on the judgments of those content to languish, fat and contented, in the capital. Accept not the hollow camaraderie of those pining for faded glory, steeped in their insipid nostalgia. Heed not the spineless criticisms of the Populares, reveling in their weakness and extolling their wretched cowardice as virtue. The bureaucrat, the traditionalist, and the pacifist—parasites, all.

We who walk the true path do not see war as a means to an end as the bureaucrats and traditionalists do. We understand that war is both the means AND the end. Those who seek to reclaim what we once had fail to learn from the mistakes of the past, and those who seek to be contented with what we have now are no better than livestock. War is the purest expression of a people's strength, the truest test of their value and the surest way to cull that which is superfluous. As the craftsman continually hones his craft, so too must a people continually hone themselves in that great crucible of war. To cease this process of continual improvement is to invite stagnation, irrelevance, and death.

History has shown us this with what befell Allag. A great empire fallen not to foes without, but the rot of greed and indolence that hollowed their nation out from within. Garlemald has long sought to emulate once-great Allag, but the Allagan legacy is one of failure. We will not repeat Allag's mistakes, even if our countrymen are content to strive no higher than what has come before, we of the Ninth Legion will never cease our march towards our glorious future, greater than that of any peoples seen before on this star, enduring until the end of all things!

And make no mistake, my friends the end IS coming. When it comes, the Ninth Legion shall rise to answer it! For that great war is what we are preparing for. That great final war that has been prophesied since time immemorial... The war that shall scorch the earth, rend the skies, and boil the seas. Doubt not that it is coming, for it WILL come; and we who have honed our craft with diligence shall reap our just reward: victory and glory everlasting. Omnes Legioni!"

-I find it interesting that some account of the Final Days appears to have survived since antiquity, morphing into this tale of the 'final war' that Vectis was so obsessed with. Further accounts of the IXth Legion, known colloquially by their peers as a 'war cult', seem to indicate that Vectis' obsession began before his rise to legatus. It may be worth searching any archived resources in Noumenon for mention of this 'final war', though research on the Echo as well as notes from the Scions of the Seventh dawn suggest that there may be some sort of shared traumatic memory re: the final days. Further research may be required in these fields. -Archon Deki Lihzeh

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Dusk Legion Themed Exalted Cards

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Revered Martyr Ravenous Conquistador Plaintive Butcher Fallen Legionnaire Esteemed Inquisitor Recruiter of Martyrs Ruthless Conqueror Venerated Legionnaire Rise of Dusk Dusk Hierarch Dusk General Vona, Massacre General

Card transcriptions below

12 Cards

The first

Revered Martyr 1W Creature- Vampire Soldier [common] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) W, Sacrifice Revered Martyr: Target attacking creature gains indestructible until end of turn. 1/1

The second

Ravenous Conquistador 2B Creature- Vampire Knight [common] Lifelink Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) 1/3

The third

Plaintive Butcher 1B Creature- Vampire Cleric [common] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, it gains deathtouch until end of turn. 1/1 “Some acts that must be done in the name of glory should not be seen by holy eyes.”

The fourth

Fallen Legionnaire B Creature- Vampire Soldier [common] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, you may exile *Fallen Legionnaire from your graveyard. If you do, put a +1/+1 counter on that creature. 0/2

The fifth

Esteemed Inquisitor 1WW Creature- Vampire Cleric [uncommon] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) When Esteemed Inquisitor enters the battlefield, exile target creature an opponent controls until Esteemed Inquisitor leaves the battlefield. 1/3

The sixth

Recruiter of Martyrs 1BB Creature- Vampire Soldier [uncommon] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, it gets +1/+1 until end of turn for each instance of exalted among permanents you control.) Whenever a creature you control dies, if it attacked alone this turn, create a 1/1 white Vampire creature token with exalted. 2/2

The seventh

Ruthless Conqueror 2BB Creature- Vampire Knight [uncommon] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) Whenever a creature you control dies, if it attacked alone this turn, each opponent sacrifices a creature. 3/2 “No matter how many martyrs must give their lives, the Sun Empire will bow to us.”

The eighth

Venerated Legionnaire 4W Creature- Vampire Knight [rare] Convoke (Your creatures can help cast this spell. Each creature you tap while casting this spell pays for 1 or one mana of that creature’s color.) When Venerated Legionnaire enters the battlefield, put an exalted counter on each creature that convoked it. 4/4

The ninth

Rise of Dusk XWW Sorcery [rare] Create X 1/1 white Vampire creature tokens with exalted. (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, it gets +1/+1 until end of turn for each instance of exalted among permanents you control.)

The tenth

Dusk Hierarch B Creature- Vampire Noble [rare] Lifelink Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) T, Pay 1 life: Add one mana of any color. Spend this mana only to cast Vampire spells. 0/1

The eleventh

Dusk General 2BB Creature- Vampire Warrior [rare] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, amass Vampires 2. (Put two +1/+1 counters on an Army you control. It’s also a Vampire. If you don’t control one, create a 0/0 black Vampire Army creature token first.) 2/2

The twelfth

Vona, Massacre General 3WB Legendary Creature- Vampire Knight [mythic] Exalted (Whenever a creature you control attacks alone, that creature gets +1/+1 until end of turn.) Whenever a creature you control dies, if it attacked alone this turn, put a number of +1/+1 counters equal to its power on target creature you control. 3/3

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[ffxiv-swarm]

prompt 20: duel

“I am Yaellia quo Ivros of the Twelfth Legion, and I will not allow you to pass!”

There were many things Yaellia disliked about her job. Her superiors; they were cruel and short-sighted to a man, and if the Crown Prince were to suffer a tragic accident tomorrow she would be hard-pressed not to cheer. (If it was rem Lupis, she might actually cheer; how a woman could be so cruel to her own countrymen she didn’t want to know.) The pinched faces and bruised limbs of the local populace; she’d seen the same in Corvos, and it disgusted her. Her country called itself strong, yet it trampled on the weak instead of raising them up. It created its own weak links, and was then somehow offended when they were shattered. There were days she could barely stand to buckle her own armor on, never mind march out into the blazing sunlight of Ala Mhigo to escort supply convoys or scout for rebel activity. Even then, she couldn’t bring herself to scout particularly hard. Something about the supposed rebel scum being malnourished and dressed in rags gave her sudden, acute vision problems.

It would change, she vowed every night. When she was tol Ivros, van Ivros, she’d make it change. She wouldn’t let anyone go hungry in Garlean lands again, whether they were pureblood citizens or not. Nobody would be able to stop her, not even the Emperor himself. In the meantime, she’d swallow her fury and fight on. If it gave her the opportunity to rise higher and pull the Empire up with her—to make it stronger, better, to strengthen every link in the chain—then she would fight to her last breath.

The ragged—rebel? Adventurer?—in front of her didn’t care how conflicted she was. Then again, she was sure he had his own reasons to fight, and they probably weren’t so dissimilar from her own. Maybe he was Ala Mhigan himself, seeking to liberate his homeland in fire and blood and the utter ruination of local infrastructure. Maybe he was from farther climes, come seeking gil or glory. Maybe he just really hated the idea of Garleans having a refrigerated storehouse full of cheese and vegetables. She couldn’t tell, and it wasn’t as though he was going to slow down long enough for her to ask.

Shame, that.

She’d barely issued the challenge when he was on her, swinging a two-handed greatsword as though it was no lighter than a feather. Now, that was just unfair. While the rest of her team was dealing with his friends—she knew without looking that Quinctius had just scored a headshot—she stood between this man and the door. He was stronger than her, but slower. She was levin-fast, but she knew that sword could cleave her in twain.

So she danced, spinning out of the way of one strike and leaping away from another before dashing back in. Parry, feint, flow like water, be the dream of steel—she had learned swordsmanship from the best. If she goaded him, drew him away, it would be a true duel, and she would be able to strike him down without fearing his comrades’ immediate retaliation.

He let himself be goaded. In fact, he seemed to welcome it; his cheeks were red with fury behind his explosive freckles, and when she landed a solid strike with her lefthand blade under his guard he roared. She pressed the attack, pushing him back. She could feel her own stamina failing; for her sake and his, she had to finish this quickly.

Behind him, one of his comrades screamed. For the first time, the man’s control faltered; he jerked, eyes widening, and half-turned back to where the fallen elezen lay with one of Celavi’s arrows in her stomach. Had Yaellia been a less honorable woman, it would have cost him his life.

Not after just gil or glory, then.

She made a decision. Perhaps it was unwise, but there had been enough death today. A good healer could save that elezen, if they moved fast enough.

As their blades clashed, pressing them nearly body-to-body, she hissed, “Run.” Please, she thought. Please. I don’t want to have to kill you.

He bared his teeth like a wolf. “Never.”

Darkness erupted from the ground under their feet, and she flung herself backwards before it could unravel her. False gods, she hated when people used magic on her. And worse, now that his comrades saw it they were fighting with renewed fervor.

Plan B, then.

“Retreat!”

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WH40KR Gods of the Galactic Imperium Part 1

God Emperor of Humanity and Light - First of the Human Gods to rise during the beginning of the 31st millennium and became the one to unite humanity again after centuries of interspecies war. As reward he was declared the Emperor of Humanity and later it's deity despite his original distaste of the title. Declared himself the one true ruler with all his power and devoted his life to ensuring humanity remains safe in a galaxy of chaos. Created 20 children to act as extensions of his will and rule, 18 sons and 2 daughters. They would all be known as God children that would inherit bits of his power and use said power to extend his reach of prosperity and peace to all human colonies. However, his son Horus who was once known as the God Child of Assault and Power, betrayed him and earned his new title as the Bastard God of Chaos and Betrayal. 

The God Emperor is now dead, but his corpse remains within the Golden Casket continuing to power the Capital Planet known as the Shinning Star of Terra. It is called that because before the God Emperor died and his Loyal God Children sacrificed themselves in a failed attempt to save him they left one last blessing. A field of Harmony the purified form of Warp Chaos that is toxic to daemons but gives humanity an unlimited supply of power. With this no force of Chaos will ever be able to reach Terra so long as the Seven Saints continue to rejuvenate the Golden Casket through a ritual known only to them.

All citizens of the Imperium worship the God Emperor in one way or another. However, in the Galactic Imperium there is more than one God, the other 20 gods are known as the God Children as mentioned earlier. Like the God Emperor they all have their own region, their own churches, and even their own cultures that Imperial Civilians live by. This has made all regions where the God Children ruled separately form the God Emperor diverse from one another.

Lion of Paranoia and Discipline - A God Child of the Emperor who was once known as the absolute best but has recently fallen from grace, though it’s still debated as to whether or not he should be considered a Fallen God or not. Originally his first title as a God Child was Honor but due to the growing paranoia that followed him later in life and continued to haunt his Primarchs it is considered a curse that will befall all those who continue to worship him. As such his Holy Church has been rebranded as a Heretic Church and his Legion, though still loyal to the Imperium, are now considered walking timebombs by those within the Galactic Imperium. His Primarchs only live for 200 years and have lost their seat within the Holy High Council only a century after it was formed.

Though he is a god still worshiped by the Galactic Imperium for those that wish to obtain the utmost discipline in heart, mind, and soul. Those who devote themselves to be the best at what they desire, whether it be warcraft, witchcraft, science, assassination, technology, or simply being disciplined. Granted the cost might be the inability to trust anyone outside of the Church of Lion, but for some it’s a small price to pay. Unfortunately, a majority don’t know the price of his worship as his current worshipers do everything in their power to destroy all records of those who have fallen into paranoia due to worship.

Those within his region and churches live in shameful green robes that cover their faces. Their church, their Legionnaire, and their worship unfortunately offers nothing to the rest of the Imperium. Or at the very least, offers nothing the other churches or factions of the Imperium don't already have. They all pray for the day the Fallen are finally destroyed and their Church and by extension their whole reign can regain their glory as being recognized as the best within the Galactic Imperium. A dream that most certainly will never be realized.

Creator of the First Legion known as the Dark Angels, a legion that has unfortunately fallen from grace due to half of them betraying the Imperium during the Horus Heresy without Lion knowing of it until it was too late. They actively try to cull any evidence of these Fallen as well as evidence of their ever-growing paranoia, not knowing it further displays their paranoia for all to see. 

Novila of Technology and Energy - Second Child and First Daughter of the God Emperor and one of the most famous of the God Children especially for the Children of Mars. The God Emperor had her trained-on Mars though unknown to the God Emperor those who raised her were still of the Omnissiah faith. Their religion was originally wiped out during the unification wars but some survived and hid their faith. Though once it was revealed that Novila had an amazing affinity for technology to the point she could build machines with a wave of her hand, she was considered a living incarnation of the Omnissiah.

She was loyal to the God Emperor to the end and like her loyal siblings sacrificed herself in vain to save the God Emperor. However, unlike the others she was not drained of essence to create a successor Primarch but instead her essence was distributed to all the machines of Mars. Her consciousness and wisdom now resides in all machines of mars allowing her to guide and command her followers even in death. It is because of this that when people on Mars are dying they wish to sacrifice themselves to her casket so that their essence and minds can power her while she powers Mars. 

Those within her region and by extension her church live in luxurious lives of advanced technology. Though many other churches consider technology like the Bolter Gun holy relics that must not be altered her church believes that all things will have to be altered in order to advance in any way. To live in stagnation and complacency is considered a sin within the Church of Novila. This is why the church of Novila is one of the only churches that has good ties with the Institue as they also raise a lot of children to become new recruits for the Insitute.

Considered a god of technology while she was alive, she created many wonderful and divine machines that are still being recovered by the Imperium and used to rebuild its former glory today. It’s actually become a famous and often heretical debate within the Imperium about whether it’s through Novila’s worship or the God Emperor's worship that will restore the Empire. Her church is also the most diverse with many having different viewpoints in regard to the Omnissiah and Novila. Thankfully it's never led to any divides just a debate as to whether Novila was the living incarnation of the Omnissiah or perhaps the God Emperor was her father and the Omnissiah was her mother.

Creator of the Second Legion known as the Tech Priests who guard the Church and act as the primary defenders for the armies that worship Novila. Though unlike the other Legions the Tech Priests do not have a Primarch. They do however have the most powerful church within the United Churches of the Galactic Imperium. Everyone within her church including the Legionnaires possess the most advanced technology thanks to the Churches ever growing advancements and its close ties to the Institue.

Fulgrim of Excess and Obsession - A Fallen God once holding the titles of Perfection and Luxury and thus thought to be a god that would bring prosperity and prizes through his worship. Now he only brings insanity and death with those foolishly falling under his worship becoming monsters that are determined to bring out the very limits of all aspects of life and reality to the point of degeneracy. During the Eye of Terror disaster, he was convinced by Horus that the God Emperor had grown weak and needed to be replaced. Because of his obsession for perfection, he felt that to fail even once meant the God Emperor had fallen from grace. As such, he followed Horus to the Eye of Terror to be corrupted by the Choas Gods in exchange for power, he decided to worship Slaanesh as the God seemed to somewhat align with his desire for perfection. With this not only has he become a Fallen God aligned with Chaos but Horus’s eternal slave who will forever be mutated horrifically are able to summon Slaanesh Daemons.

Because of this his Church was declared a Heretic Church and all under it ether turned to other gods of worship or fell to shame as they were now known as Heretic Priests. Once known as a grand region and churches of beauty and luxury, they are now mostly abandoned areas of horrible memories. Of all the regions of fallen Gods, Fulgrim's is considered the worst to live and thus does not get any few followers. Those born into the religion will never know the days of luxury and riches followers used to be accessible too.

Originally the United Churches wanted to destroy his church entirely, but the Institute and the Templars agreed that it was better to keep the church and have it only shamed as a Heretic Church. The reason for this is that through Fulgrim's worship his followers can control the Chaos of Slaanesh more easily as they are using Fulgrim as a conduit. Though there is still the hazard of being a slave to chaos, the Heretic Priests have found ways to prevent this through years of experimental worship and sacrifice. It is thanks to them that the Slaanesh Saint of Joy, one of the Seven Saints of Order who rejuvenates the Golden Casket, was made.

Creator of the Third Legion known as the Emperor’s Children, an army of delusional and insane Legionnaires who are always looking for new and sadistic ways to kill and torture their enemies as well as citizens of the Imperium. They constantly yell “For the Emperor!” despite doing everything in their power to crush the Galactic Imperium. They don’t even use common tactics, often creating insane and nonsensical heretic weapons that unleash different kinds of destructive power. 

Perturabo of Siege and Industry - A Fallen God of great power who always held the title of Siege and Industry but now holds them as curses rather than blessings. Once considered the fourth best God Child due to his ability to bring down enemy fortresses and to mass produce all sorts of technology and weapons. However, during the Horus Heresy, he betrayed the God Emperor but unlike his siblings who did so because they believed Horus would be a better leader and Chaos made a better religion. He betrayed the God Emperor because he didn't just hate him, but he hated all of his other siblings, Novila and Melodia were the ones he hated the most.

Because of his destructive power he was declared Horus’s right hand general and is quite possibly the only Fallen God that isn’t under Horus’s control but obeys him out of an overwhelming desire to destroy the Galactic Imperium. Shockingly it was because of his pettiness he grew a stronger will than the others and rather than mutating into a Daemon he became a monstrosity made of an amalgamation of machines. It was even through his hatred of Novila that “The Corruption” was born.

The Heretic Priests who still follow Perturabo struggled for years to find some control through his worship but seemingly failed at every turn leaving them the most dwindled of all the Heretic Churches. In fact, of all the Heretic Churchs, many fear Perturabo's the most because his influence is the main reason as to why the Chaos Gods can infect the Imperium colonies so easily due to the Imperium's reliance on industrialism and besiege on its enemies. It is for this reason that his region no longer exists and his Heretic church only exists on a few key planets. Their Heretic Church only recently managed to somewhat redeem themselves when the Horus Saint of Unity the second of the Seven Saints was created.

Creator of the Fourth Legion known as Iron Warriors all of whom have become tyrants that build large fortress like machines in hopes of enforcing Perturabo’s worship and one day bringing his ascension into a Chaos God alongside Horus. His Legion is one that consists entirely of men, during his Imperial reign he did not allow any women into his Legion out of his hatred for his sister Melodia.

Jaghatai of Adrenaline and Secrecy - A Loyal God Child who has earned his titles well, those who worship him have great strength in speed and never feel the need to stop. The worlds who worship Jaghatai have their entire culture revolving around speed. Its even gotten to the point that some streets and common walking areas are given obsticals for people to run past and test their speed for fun. The elderly and disabled are even given bionics or specialized small vehicles that help them maintain their speed when they can't use their legs anymore.

Not only was Jaghatai a fast and noble warrior but also one of great secrets, no one knew anything about how he strikes or fights. When he arrived many would often underestimate his talents and assume whatever he did its only remarkability would be “speed”. Jaghatai is often considered the true God of discipline or perhaps a God of humility as he never boasted about his strengths or talent and thus was always a mystery on what he could truly accomplish. His followers consider this aspect of his divine wisdom, as such none within his church will ever be known to boast or take pride in their accomplishments. In fact, the only thing any would boast about within his church is how fast they can go, how they achieve such speed, and for how long. 

Creator of the Fifth Legion known as the White Scar’s, the sole reason Space Marine Cycle exists. Often considered the greatest mixture of a Samurai and a Ninja making them arguably one of the most excellent warriors of all Legions. Everyone can see them coming but no one can predict what they are going to do next. Shockingly their secrecy has also earned them a favorable reputation among the Templars. It's even gotten to the point that those within the Church and even the Legionnaires are tasked with helping the Templars on missions or carrying secret messages that need to be delivered at high speed. 

Leman of Freedom and Loyalty - A Strange but Loyal God Child who celebrates freedom even within the strict Galactic Imperium. Leman during his lifetime loved to fight the enemies of the Imperium not for the sake of duty but merely for the thrill and to have stories to tell. Ironically this made most believe that he was rebellious as he often disregarded the orders given by his father the God Emperor or only followed the orders in his own way. In reality he proved to those around him he was the personification of Loyalty by always protecting and fighting alongside those he called his allies, friends, and family. As such he inspired everyone to do the same for him which is a tradition continued by his worshipers even today. To celebrate one’s freedom but also remember to be loyal to those who deserve it and earn loyalty from those who stand with you. 

Sharing stories, having parties among friends and family, as well as drinking alcohol has become the common culture within worlds that have a Church of Leman. Because telling stories of past exploits, victories, and adventures have become so ingrained into the culture that elders are heavily respected in worlds that worship Leman. Though there are other churches that respect and care for the elderly there are churches that disregard the elderly unless they are priests. However, of those that are kind to the Elderly none are more kind or respectful than those within the Church of Leman as the elderly are the ones who have the most stories, best experience with celebration as well as the greatest ability to handle alcohol.

Creator of the Sixth Legion known as the Space Wolves who are often called both the vikings of space as well as the human iterations of wolves. What makes Space Wolf Legionnaires even more unique is that when they die in combat, they will transform into giant wolves that will defend their fellow Legionnaires but then go on to defend churches of Leman until they die. The average lifespan of a healthy Wolf from a dead Space Wolf is about 150 years. It should also be noted that it was the Space Wolf Legion that discovered a Space Marines ability to eat their enemies' brains and gain knowledge from it.

Rogal of Fortification and Service - One of the most powerful God Children under the God Emperor, Rogal was a man of great and honorable principles. He was a man who could never lie, never backed down, and could never be moved from wherever he stood. He and his Legionnaires created massive fortresses that to this day have never been brought down. There is actually one fortress that was taken down but those that did so were killed by all the traps inside, allowing his followers to later retake and rebuild it. This event was used as a reminder to the Imperium and its enemies that to destroy one of Rogal’s fortresses is to call for death, even in the victory of the Rogal’s enemies, they lose. This is the goal all of Rogal’s followers must uphold as his worshipers, to fortify all of their structures and ensure it can never be taken by the enemies of the Imperium.

This is why his Churches are built like giant castles and why his citizens in his region of the Imperium live in fortress-like apartments that prioritize fortification and protection from even the most mundane threats such as bugs. The followers of his Church always have shields with them as it is considered the holy weapon of Rogal.

Creator of the Seventh Legion known as the Imperial Fists, their armor is considered the strongest of all the Legionnaires and are also the creators of the original Gatling Shield, Blazer Shield, and Fortress Shield. There is no safer or longer lasting area than anywhere that is under the protection of Rogal's Legion or his church. 

Konrad of Crime and Scum - A Fallen God who ironically always had his titles even before he fell. Konrad was considered the most sadistic of all his siblings among the God Children, but he always considered his actions necessary. He and his Legion tortured and slaughtered hundreds of Xenos and even Imperial citizens to keep them all in line. The God Emperor was appalled by his tactics but deemed them necessary as well as out of all of his children he was the one with the least number of rebellions within his domain.

One of the first to fall under Horus’s rule when he betrayed the Imperium and vowed to slay the Emperor and take his place. Konrad believed that fear was the greatest weapon and that with it anyone could be brought to their knees. He even believed this could work on the Chaos Gods hence why he was one of the first to bow to Horus when he began his treachery. He also despised his father for allowing his tactics to exist but always shaming him for it.

His reign within the Galactic Imperium suffered the most, having constant Chaos Outbreaks due to the constant slaughtering and fear. Thankfully the Heretic Priests of his church have helped the Templars establish order in the colonies once under Konrad and his Legion. Shockingly, many Templars worship the Heretic Church of Konrad due to his sadistic torture and how it could always bring any Xeno to their knees and any traitor back into the Imperium's grace.

Though Konrad’s region within the Galactic Imperium is mostly peaceful now, it actually got that way through less than conventional means. The reason peace is so widespread in Konrad's old region as well as planets owned by his Heretic Churches is because anyone who brings crime or disorder is often slaughtered and cannibalized by those around them. It's become a cultural norm to slaughter and eat anyone who brings disorder within these lands. This is why those from this Konrad's region who join the Imperial Troopers tend to be the best killers. It also has made Konrad the most worshiped of all the Fallen Gods.

Creator of the Eight Legion known as the Night Lords. Now warlords who gather gangs and criminals of the Imperium and infect them with Chaos in order to quickly raise armies that will destabilize the Imperium from the inside out. They are essentially the same scum as their master, an undead manifestation of the cancer on the Imperium known as Chaos. Though shockingly they hold great comradery and efficiency out of all the forces of Chaos. It is suspected that the reason for this is because of Konrads teachings of killing those who bring disorder.

Sanguinius of Blood and Divinity - A Cursed God Child who was unfortunately killed by Horus during the Horus Heresy. During his time alive he was considered a true angel who could manifest wings and even angelic allies that burned his Chaos foes. He was beloved by all and like his sister Melodia, not only brought joy to all those around him but could manifest Harmony form the Warp like his father.

However, he ended up dying by the hand of Horus and thus was the first to die during the Heresy. Unfortunately, he was not connected to his siblings who tried to save their Emperor and thus wasn’t purified after death like they were. His Legionnaires and followers hoped that they could make a Primarch with his essence as the other Loyal Legions did with their God Children. It did work but not without great cost. His essence unfortunately mutated the DNA factory of his Legion causing the two Curses known as the “Black Rage” and the “Red Thirst” both unfortunately lead to degradation of the mind over time only allowing any of his Legionnaires to live for about 500 years. Though they can live longer it is not recommended as they will quickly lose their minds afterwards and become no different to the forces of Chaos. 

His region and by extension churches are ones that have the best manufacturing of essence and cloning. His followers consider it a repentance for failing their God Child as they all view themselves as at fault he died, just like their Legionnaires. As such his church is surprisingly one of science that view medical science as the top priority of the Imperium to hopefully one day regain their good graces of Sanguinius and thus remove the curses of the Legionnaires. Though the people of his region may be sick themselves, no one in the Imperium will find better hospitals.

Creator of the Ninth Legion known as the Blood Angels. They are all beautiful men and women who have a thirst for blood and sleep in coffins in order to heal themselves after battle. Despite the curse that follows Sanguinius’s church, his Primarchs, and his Legionnaires they are still beloved by all citizens within his region, especially followers of his church. His very name is a reminder of what Horus took form the Imperium and how he must be stopped and his Black Legion destroyed. 

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Continue to Part 2

[witches-and-weirdos]

Meria Hanmar

“The Imperium begins where we march!“

Briefly

General Meria Hanmar of The IIX. Legion is a female human

She is a famed conqueror and a bit of a rising star in her highly militaristic homeland

She is a skilled warrior, a born blood mage, a good tactician, and a highly intelligent and charismatic person

Age: About 32 years old, give or take, no one actually knows the real number

Height: 176 cm (5′9)

Visual Identifiers: Crimson eyes, several scars across her body (including some that should have killed her or amputated her limbs)

Main Goals/Motivations: - Glory! Conquest! Fame and Victory! - Hedonism - She enjoys learning about other cultures and absorbing history books - Growth in all her skills

16 personality types test: ESTJ-A / ESFJ-A (57-43%)

Shipping: Meria is bisexual, with a strong preference for muscular and intellectual people, not necessarily monogamous

Playlist

Trivia

Meria was an adopted street kid, she doesn't remember her real parents, and only has vague maybe-memories of her brother.

She was taken in by the now retired decorated veteran, General Graron Hanmar, when he found her beaten up and crying in an alley that much bigger street kids ran from screaming. She was surrounded by animated tendrils of blood.

She keeps a good bond with her adoptive father. Her adoptive mother, Seharen Hanmar, had died peacefully of old age several years ago. They couldn't have their own children and never adopted others.

Her 2 best officers are Lieutenant Vernan, a tactical mastermind, and Lieutenant Merdo, a monument to sheer might and indomitability.

Verses

Multiverse

Consider a strong conquering nation in your verse, or the closest equivalent. She is probably from there, or if not, then probably from a far away nation like that called Derum.

If Sci-fi with space warfare, her command ship is the Glory

League of Legends

Noxian

Location: Likely either on the frontline somewhere, in the Immortal Bastion, in her father's residence deep in Noxian land, or visiting allied or neutral nations to spend her free time learning about other cultures

Warhammer 40k

Imperial Guard

Location: Deruman Sector, holding the line against the worst horrors the galaxy can throw at mankind and reclaiming lost and contested worlds. Likely either directly on the frontline or on her command ship, the Glory.

In the heart of the Deruman Sector lies Nox Factoria, a forge world producing Titans, Power Armor and Power Weapons. As such, the sector is of extreme tactical importance.

She is known to have made temporary alliances with Xenos against even worse common enemies on many occasions, as well as temporary non-aggression pacts. She even has a reputation of keeping her word in these situations. It might sound a bit heretical, but it is quite very necessary.

Dead by Daylight (no recurrent memory erasure)

Killer

It's a shit situation, but what can you do... draws sword

"I'd rather be a king amongst peasants than a sheep amongst lions."

Ingame Power: Aim at a survivor and charge up Blood Magic. If line of sight is maintained for a few seconds, she can pull you towards herself. Injured survivors charge twice as fast.

Usual Playstyle: Haemorrhage & Mangled forever. Either ruthless chases and tactical objective control, or a friendly bloodpoint farm. Heavy nodding when outplayed. Last survivor usually gets Hatch. Knows where you live.

Stories

The Day Graron Came

"Have you ever fallen for someone you really shouldn't have?"

Lives (WH40k)

“As General, it is my job to trade lives for objectives at the best rate I can manage, and this one here is well worth a couple more good men. Tell them to set out at dawn.“

[deflare]

Welcome to the first day of me popping open my Warhammer 40k Advent Calendar. Appropriately enough, on our first day, we start with the First: a Dark Angel!

Unfortunately, I’ve never cared about the Dark Angels, so I don’t actually know a ton about them compared to other chapters. Good start for the calendar.

Repent! For tomorrow you die!

The Dark Angels were the First Legion, in that they were the first ones the Emperor created to serve in his armies. Their practices would become the basis for how all the other legions would operate, the basic template to be edited. And they were total pricks about it.

Ironically, the First would be reunited with their Primarch, Lion El’Jonson*, pretty late in the Crusade. Up to that point, the First was dealing with some real problems with being prideful and unwilling to change, which had messed them up real bad in their wars. The Lion renamed them the Dark Angels, and led them to glory, yadda yadda. During the Heresy, the Dark Angels started out far away from Terra; they’d spend the war doing some big campaigns and messing up the traitor legions’ homeworlds.

At the end of the war, they went back to the Lion’s homeworld of Caliban, only to get shot at. Turns out, the Dark Angels that had stayed on the planet along with the Lion’s adoptive dad, Luther, had decided to turn to Chaos**; they had to go conquer the place, and in the process, the Lion got mortally wounded and got put into suspended animation (like father, like son), to return in the time of his sons’ greatest need. Now, every single loyalist legion had elements that went traitor and became Chaosy. For reasons that have never been clear to me, the Dark Angels thought it was a HUGE problem for them to have their own traitor elements, and they’ve spent the subsequent 10,000 years being super paranoid about guarding the secret and hunting down the traitors (and anyone who knows about the traitors), called the Fallen.

The Dark Angels were always kind of horny for secrets and faint cultism, which only grew under their Primarch. They had a whole complicated set of different wings and orders within the legion that specialized in different forms of warfare. The modern chapter retains two of them: the Deathwing, a veteran company that fights in super-heavy armor painted bone white, and the Ravenwing, a light formation focused on going really fast with motorcycles and landspeeders and the like (and who are also the primary hunters of the Fallen). The whole chapter is set up as a mystery cult, with troopers learning more and more about their grimdark history and their grimdark rituals as they rise through the ranks.

Aesthetically, the Dark Angels tend to lean into a Medieval Knight kind of look, with some Arthurian elements sprinkled in (see: the Lion is a King Under the Mountain). They really like wearing robes and tabards, or big winged knights’ helmets. They also have Weird Little Guys: the Watchers in the Dark. They’re mysterious little Jawa-sized folks who live on Calaban and do menial work for the Dark Angels, like holding books and swords; they also keep watch over the Lion’s body, and they disrupt nearby psykers. What are they? Why haven’t they been murdered by the xenophobic Imperium? What’s their goals? Who knows. But look at this little guy.

*Yes, the father of the Dark Angels was named after Lionel Johnson, author of the poem “Dark Angel”. Buckle up, because the names do not get any less goofy from here.

**What is Chaos?

Well, the big thing to know is that in 40k, our physical reality is accompanied by another dimension called the Warp. It’s a realm of non-material that’s fundamentally affected by the thoughts and emotions of sapient beings in real-space. And because the Warhammer universe is a miserable, awful place, the strongest emotions that have affected the Warp are things like rage, sorrow, greed, and megalomania.

The Warp is important; it’s where psykers draw their magic powers from, and it’s how human ships can travel faster than light. But it’s also dangerous. Over the millennia, the suffering and emotions in the Warp have congealed into several powerful, malevolent consciousnesses, powerful as gods: Khorne (murder, bloodshed, rage), Nurgle (rot, sickness, sorrow), Tzeentch (magic, change, ambition), and Slaanesh (greed, ecstasy, perfectionism). Each of them also has hordes of demons--sorry, ‘daemons’, this is a British game--that are always itching to go through any hole in reality to go fuck up real-space. These are the corruptive powers of Chaos, whose very nature is to seek out places that aren’t Chaosy and make them a bit more gruesome.

The Chaos gods can’t go running into realspace all willy-nilly. They need agents. Psykers are inherent gateways to Chaos, which is why the Imperium tends to hate them and go witch-hunting. They’re also aided by a galaxy full of cultists who work to open up portals to the Warp, so that the daemons can come rampaging through. Horus’ rebellion started as a mundane power grab, striking a bargain with the Dark Powers to aid in the fight; as time went on, they got more and more lost in the sauce, and now most of the remaining traitor Astartes are fully worshipers of the dark gods.

Every day, the Imperium continues their grim wars against Chaos, fighting daemons on the battlefield and hunting down any sign of cults within their society. Going to war against the concept of ‘warfare’, going into an ecstasy of Emperor-worship to ward off the concept of ‘ecstasy’, killing billions in the name of fighting ‘death/decay’, keeping infinite secrets to fight the concept of ‘secrecy’...  it’s going about as well as you’d expect. Chaos is going to eat the Imperium someday, if the aliens don’t get to them first. Maybe then, the gods will starve, having finally extinguished their source of fuel. Cold comfort for the people who died along the way, though.

Master post here

[wolffdowntheworld]

The last of the soldiers crawl into place, pulling together their uneven joints with stretched and torn muscles that spasm and jerk. It pains me to see them this way, torn from their rest and tossed once more into the chaos that consumed them to begin with. Yet they are bound to do my bidding, and I am left with no choice but to call on them. They never asked for any of this, to be commanded as such, I never asked for any of this. Though I walk among them like a lesser god, I can't help but feel the guilt pressing in on me. I don't know who these men or women are, what they died for, what they believed in, or what they loved. None of it matters, death is the great equalizer, and I have pulled each one of them from the grave to abuse their tormented souls once more, deserving or not.

I can see a column of smoke rising in the distance, over the torn and barren wasteland that stretches before me. My eternal misery laid out in every stark detail. And there set against the smoke, against the dull glowing flames that light up the sky in a deep wine red, I see you. My best friend. My only friend. The one person I loved with the same intense passion that I hated the rest of the world with. Your fatigued form stumbles to the crest of the hill, and for a moment it seems as if your legs will fail you, and let you lay down in the dirt. I pray silently to an indifferent universe, pleading with it not to heal you, but to let you succumb to the rest you so deserve. Maybe it's selfish of me, to wrap my own interests in the guise of a gift to you; but if the universe were to grant either of us one last thing, I'd want it to be your rest. I watch you as you waver over the sizzling ground, the heat making small ripples in the air around you, making you seem bigger than you were. Instead of falling you stand up taller, you were always that way--stronger than me. Perhaps you were never weak at all, and I was just projecting the weakness I felt in my own knees as I raised my hand and gave the silent order to my legions of dolor.

For a moment I wonder if I will fade away, if all the exhaustion and pain will finally rend my soul from my body. My ears ring as the sound of your voice splits the air, the sound of something deeply broken, and I sit down. The tips of my fingers trace the edges of the stump that has caught me. The stump of what used to be a large and sprawling tree, the very tree under which we first met as children. I find that if I tip my head just right, I can feel the whisper of a warm breeze, and imagine I can still hear your laughter as we swing sticks through the air pretending to be knights on a distant plain in search for gold and glory. The glow of the flames surrounding me greet my skin like the sun on all those autumn days where we chased the last bits of warmth before the cold of winter set in. Romping through the grass hand-in-hand, and dreaming of hot chocolate and snow forts. I slip to my knees in the cold muddy ground, feeling the damp earth chill my skin, and I remember curling up together by the fire after a day in the snow, keeping each other warm and promising to remain friends forever.

I stagger to my feet as the battle rages on around me. My eyes search the horizon for another glimpse of you, hoping in equal parts to see you okay, or see you laid to rest. And all at once I see you sowing great swaths of destruction on my ranks. With each fallen soldier I can feel more and more of myself flake away. My fingers grasp at the air in front of me as I try to split the earth and call upon more unwilling souls, but I could no longer summon so much as a fleck of dust.

"Just do it," I whisper, "take all of it. Take all of me, take me with you."

One by one my soldiers fall, their agonized souls silenced once more as they crumple never to move again. Their souls do not get to carry on this time, they're gone forever, but I had to do it. I'd have damned every last one of them if I could.

At last you are only a few yards for me, gore dripping from your limbs as you stagger towards me. I fall to my knees. It was springtime the last time we held each other. If I squeeze myself tight I can almost pretend that I can still feel the warmth of your body keeping me safe, but by then the sickness had begun to sink in. You never told me what it was that did this to you, what you wished for when we visited that old well and bartered with the ancient spirits for power. I wish you did, so I could have wished to reverse it. Instead I selfishly wished for magic, my mind and heart filled with the imagination of our better days. My magic wasn't enough to stop the darkness that spread through you. You held on for so long, I was so proud of you, wrestling with the inner turmoil until it grew too large to contain.

I made a promise to you that spring. It was something of a habit of ours. Or mine. Always promising things in the spring. To always be by your side, to always forgive you, to always remember you, and then it was to stop the monster inside of you. You held my face in your hands, your eyes piercing the fabric of my soul as you told me to do whatever it took. I was too rooted in fear at the sight of the shadows behind you to do anything. I could kick myself for not getting a better hold on myself in that instance, to be strong like you were. I would have wiped the tears from your eyes and taken your hands in mine, and told you that we would conquer whatever this was, together. Instead, I just nodded and promised that I would do whatever you needed of me. I was a fucking fool. And then you left me. You, my greatest friend in all the world, you left me.

"You left me," I whisper to the dirt when your feet finally settle in front of me. I look up to find your eyes, but they're not there anymore. In their place are hollow black orbs filled with enough hurt and misery to blot out the galaxy. The fires have burned down to embers, and they sway and mix with the breeze around us to a melody only they can hear. It's just you and me left. Like it was always supposed to be. And I promised you that I would do everything I needed to in order to stop the monster inside you. Everything.

With every ounce of will I have left, I stand up. I squeeze my eyes shut, my mind reliving every moment we spent together; my adoration of your strength, your grace, and your compassion, and I let it flow through me. I feel my soul ignite, and the pain is almost unbearable, as if there's a part of my being that knows what I am doing, and is begging me to stop. I can take it though, for you. My life began with you, and it ends the same way. As the fuse ignites on the core of my being, I open my eyes and look at you one last time. And for a moment I am confused. I see you. I see the monster that was inside of you for all your life. The monster you wished to finally be out of you, but not like this. Suddenly I understand. I will take this monster away from you, I will destroy it, it will rue the day it ever took hold of you.

I can barely think now, as the last remnants of my own power tear me to dust. My mind races through my life, wondering how much to grieve and regret; I regret never seeing the signs of your struggles before it was too late. I was so angry at you for leaving me, yet I was never truly there for you. I acknowledge my duplicity, please, please forgive me--forgive me for everything. In the wake of my self-destruction I can only hope that maybe you have a chance to breathe, for the last few seconds of your life, one final sigh of relief. May our souls rest together forever, my dearest friend.

As a lich who controls a ever-growing undead army, you have no interest in taking over the world. You’re only intrested in fulfuiling your friend’ last request, which was to make sure that the thing they were turning into would never harm another person.

[sanctumpyre]

{🔥} -

Before the fall, before the Earth & Eden, there was the beginning: Heaven. A glorious perfect kingdom crafted by the hand of God, & with there in, he created angels, his 'children', to populate & protect his righteous, divine home. Among his divine children, he created Yahbel, an angel with whom he granted the power to wield holy fire. Yahbel was a soldier, quickly finding comradery around fellows of the sword, she saw fit to use her Holy Father's gracious gift of flames to burn away his enemies. With God's divine gaze & knowledge, & his armies that kept his peace, Heaven remained prefect & righteous for eons upon the cosmos, knowing no sin, & no flaw.

That was, until the Holy Lord announced that he would be making a new creation: Earth & Humanity.

{🔥} -

Everything in Heaven shifted from the moment of such an announcement, though none knew it at the time. How perfection was supped from God's kingdom divine, to be placed in a garden, Eden. In this garden, where the first humans were created, & it was this garden that Yahbel, & all other angels, were tasked with protecting. In which, these angels would fail their duty, as betrayal from within, one of God's own angels, Lucifer, turned his back towards Heaven, & with him, other angels would follow his footsteps. While Lucifer tainted humanity with the apple of Eden, the 7 Virtues & their legions waged war in Heaven, rising up in rebellion. The first war of creation, of the dully devoted & those that wish to only rule themselves. Yahbel was one of countless soldiers who fought on behalf of Heaven, while their commander sot to cast his brother down into the dark pit of evil he created for his betrayal. During this war, Yahbel engaged in a great battle with the Virtue Kindness, who took the monstrous form of a colossal sea serpent, becoming Leviathan in that moment. Yahbel held firm in battle against the sea monster, holding her own until the arrival of the Commander of the Heavenly Host, in where they defeat the fallen virtue, now sin, together, saw to their wounds & rushed to aid others angels still locked in battle.

Heaven was victorious, with the sins, Lucifer & Lilith thrown into the depths of the newly created Hell, never to see the glory of Heaven again. Yet Heaven's glory was never to be the same, knowing now of betrayal, corruption & war, Heaven's once prefect visage with shattered, & trust in one another's fellow angels was cracked. An attempt to repair Heaven's righteousness was made, & to the unknowing eye, one would never know a war took place if they never asked, it looked the same & innocent mortal souls would not, could not, know anything was ever amiss. But the angels knew, they would never forget the horror of having so many of their own turn their backs on God, their friends, their family, their home. Physical damage is repaired with ease, but mental scarring lasts long. In later years, in an attempt to mend the broken trust between angels, the high court of Heaven made a short sighted attempt to arrange marriages between angels, to encourage togetherness & thinking as one once more. Wanting to believe in this ideal of togetherness again, Yahbel submitted herself to be set in an arrangement. Perhaps, by an act of the Holy Lord himself, Yahbel was selected to wed the Commander of the Heavenly Host, the Prince of Heaven: Michael Morningstar.

{🔥} -

Before Eden & the Fall, Yahbel & Michael held a stained relationship. Though nothing ever so serious that they could ever consider each other enemies, they simply held different ideas & came to disagreements. And since the Fall, their relationship has bettered, as Michael mourned the loss of his brother & the Virtues, other angels looked to him with a vile eye, wondering if he would fall next. Knowing now that she was wed him, Yahbel weighted her options & eventually choose to put aside all her doubts, as surely, if Michael was destined to fall, he would have with his dear brother. So she committed herself to the newly given role. Becoming more then merely Michael's wife, Yahbel become his assistant, his aid & caretaker. Putting aside her duties as a soldier to be more wholly devoted to this newly given duty. This sole arrangement appeared a success, while others are left unspoken.

However, while these arrangements bettered individual relations, they did not cure the discontentment & distrust among Heaven as a whole. Yahbel remains rather untrusting towards the Elder Angels, & even some fellow Seraphim, as they show suspicious activity.

[mastomysowner]

This is a Russian fan song, originally titled "The Legion Goes to Battle", its authors translated it into English themselves.

It seems to be a mix of old and new canon. When he sang, "on Jaku, Scarif and Endor, all that we have built was ending," it hurt. This version of the song was recorded in 2018, so it's missing the last 4 verses from this post. I translated them myself, but I cannot into poetry yet, so my translation is literal.

Once again to the Venator,

Rifle, helmet, detonator,

We've been summoned to our stations,

Droids invade the allied nations.

The whole galaxy is burning,

As if caught in an inferno,

Into battle we are flying,

And in battle we are dying...

The planets turn, and cities burn,

And we all suffer in our turn:

Camino, Ilum, Dathomir,

Felucia and Dantooine.

But step by step, we forge ahead,

Venator roaring overhead.

I wish we could come back alive,

But our Legion must survive...

Three years straight through storms and lightning,

We marched forward never frightened,

We went where the Jedi ordered,

Hell itself our missions bordered!

Then the news: our foes are broken!

Our blasters were still smoking,

But our generals betrayed us,

Death to all you Jedi traitors!

The planets turn, and cities burn,

And we all suffer in our turn:

Umbara, Yavin, Ord-Mantell,

Jabim, Christofsis, Harrun-Cal.

But step by step, we forge ahead,

Venator roaring overhead.

I wish we could come back alive,

But our Legion must survive...

Here we stand before Darth Vader,

As he lowers his red saber,

His deep voice tells us, “Stand down now!”

The Empire can sleep soundly!

All our enemies defeated,

We thought clones were barely needed,

When again the Jedi traitors

Made us run to our Venators.

We've worked so hard, it is not fair,

Treason was hanging in the air,

They push on us, they try to clinch,

But we won't falter, not an inch!

We beat them back, only we can!

With rifles, knives, and with our hands!

I wish we could come back alive,

But our Legion must survive...

All throughout we chased the traitors,

Hunting them in our Venators,

We will follow all of your steps,

And we'll sweep you off our doorstep!

In the jungle, in the desert,

Wherever you may be present,

With the might of our forces,

We will kill you where your source is!

The planets turn, and cities burn,

And we all suffer in our turn:

They push on us, they try to clinch,

But now is not the time to flinch!

We beat them back, only we can!

With rifles, knives, and with our hands!

I wish we could come back alive,

But the Empire must survive...

On Jaku, Scarif and Endor,

All that we have built was ending,

Our flame was slowly dying,

And our flag no longer flying.

All our plans and our devices,

To put down this Rebel crisis,

Ended with the Jedi winning,

But is this a new beginning?

Our native planets, still in mind,

Our native systems far behind,

The day will come, the hour will pass,

When you will all remember us!

We have no choice but to retreat,

So that we're not completely beat.

But we'll yet hear your dying cries,

For our Legion will survive!

Fallen brethren we've remembered,

Our fight has not yet ended,

New armadas are now landing,

Our vengeance is at hand now!

Our flame is reignited,

And we stand again united,

Terror will instill all your steps,

We are at your very doorstep!

The planets turn, and cities burn,

And you will suffer in your turn:

Jaku, Akiva, Agamar,

Correlia and Hosnian...

Shoulder to shoulder, on we move,

Starkiller's bringing death to you!

I wish we could come back alive,

But our Legion must survive...

Obeying the higher will,

The ice on Exegol cracked.

The Emperor will rise again

And the end of the war will come.

The whole galaxy will bow down,

Our glory will be reborn.

But again there is an alarm,

The enemy is at our doorstep.

We'll burn villages and cities,

We'll burn out the sectors with napalm.

The rebels are still running back,

Let's pave the way for them to hell.

Shoulder to shoulder we tear them down

With knives and rifles and our fists

And after that, leaving the formation,

The stormtroopers will return home...

[satoshi-mochida]

Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory/Fallen Legion: Revenants releases today in North America, August 26 in the EU, and September 2 in Australia for the PS5, Xbox Series, Xbox One and Steam.

[boleynsrex]

Edmund Percy was more brother than friend; more shoulder than subject.  Much like his father’s relationship with Charles Brandon (whose granddaughters now publicly craved his throne), William’s fondness for the man was open, unforced.  There was, to his privy, no office Ned desired; no title, except perhaps that which his father might pass onto him in death, he lusted for; no riches or lands he sought to obtain by virtue of Wills’ friendship, a passport into power.  It was the love and affection of his King, his brethren, that compelled him to loyalty: a loyalty that, since the very kindling of their companionship, had proven unswerving.  It was doubtlessly due to their close kinship that Edmund had escaped his aunt’s execution unscathed. He suffered only by affiliation of Elizabeth Talbot’s name, but never at the brute end of Wills’ scrutiny.  The King wondered, not for the first time, if the insidiousness of court would ever harden Ned, sway or compel him to rise against his sovereign, to repudiate his steadfastness.  Would vanity and ambition take him?  Pluck him from the nucleus of King William’s inner sanctum like a fallen chess piece?

Wills thought not; for though he was wise and well-learned and benefited from the amethyst blood of the aristocracy, Ned had never championed the sort of immortal glory that men such as the Lord Privy Seal obtained with ease. William knew – and, perhaps to an extent, Ned knew it himself – that if Percy ever decided to make himself an enemy of the crown, of the King, William would have no choice but to slash his neck as swiftly as he’d done Elizabeth; only this time, the strike of the blade and the gush of lifeblood would not be so noble.  If not for the charms of Isobel, Ned’s own sister, Elizabeth’s execution may have well been as public as that milksop Seymour girl, a spectacle rife with bloodthirsty hecklers, rushing to dip their linens into Elizabeth’s drippings. Yet the more he thought of the way Isobel's flattery had blatantly coaxed him into clemency, Wills' abdomen clenched, his thigh flexing to suppress the certain urges he felt – felt powerfully – toward her.

‘What cousin?’  Wills asks, jerking his head up, the look of hardened concentration in his eyes dissolving.  Long fingers brush against the incipient bristles of stubble sprouting across the cleft of his chin; not yet the fulsome beard his father sported, entwined with threads of Tudor red-gold, but enough to cast a russet shadow over the King’s angular jaw, and growing thicker yet.  ‘I have approximately three Roman legions of them, at court and abroad, so you’ll have to be specific.  Ah, Richard.  I would’ve bet my coin on Felipe.  The little fool has asked to wrestle with me.  Wrestle, Ned.’  Wills’ lips lifted into a smile as he emphasized his words – though the grin he wore did not yet creep into the black cauldron of his gaze.  Thank God above, Ned was too obedient to ask the source of his consternation. ‘If Rich cannot unseat him, then he can at least out-talk him.  The man is a master of flattery.’

He removes his hand from his jaw, settles it flat against the muscled ridge of his thigh.  The canvas tent fluttered about them, snuffing out a candle, as the November breeze whined on.  ‘As much as I hate to talk politics with you, Ned, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask.’  The King’s dark, bejeweled gaze levels evenly over Ned, clean scything his face.  ‘Brother to brother?’

closed starter for @boleynsrex ( dover delegation ) ! 

the history of their families had mattered very little to edmund or william in their boyhood, faithful companions that seemed to have endless mischief and grew around each other as saplings did. their roots remained briefly entwined with one another, even as william soared to status and heights that edmund was never fated to follow to. if he was a less complicated man, edmund would've rejoiced in the knowledge that a catholic england seemed destined to return, perhaps if the man who stood in the way was not the same one that edmund still considered a brother of sorts. despite the blood that now rested at william's feet, like a slowly creeping shoreline, edmund saw him still as the same cheeky friend who chased skirts with him, or gambled with him as if they were peasant boys. this was not the visage of enemy as pippa so greatly wished him to see, it was william. as it always had been to edmund. 

once things had settled at dover a bit, only a miniscule amount, edmund had sought out william privately. the first time in awhile they had been granted such a luxury, mostly afforded with the vacany of his council in the castle, for which edmund was grateful. " wills," he greeted, smile full of mirth, as if he wished to greet the burden of william's potential half brother with humor to aide his friend in moving past it all. " your cousin informed me that he intends to joust in the tournament," he drawled, taking a comfortable sort of position against the wall as he regarded the other. " shall we gamble on how swiftly richard is tossed from his horse? i believe he may outride the spaniards, but there's a large scottish contender riding that i am certain will unseat him." a tilt of his head, a silent look in his eyes that beckoned william to unload what ever thought darkened his brow now. 

[operationrainfall]

Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory / Fallen Legion Revenants is Now Available

Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory / Fallen Legion Revenants is Now Available

NIS America has announced that the Fallen Legion series is now available for PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X|S and PC. This latest release is a collection that contains both Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory and Fallen Legion Revenants. Feel free to check out the brand new launch trailer down below. Join the fight in Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory / Fallen Legion Revenants! Command an army of Exemplars to…

[gaainsborough]

GAMES PLAYED IN 2018: Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory

↳ Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory chronicles the story of Legatus Laendur and Princess Cecille. What side will you choose to decide the fate of Fenumia? Legatus Laendur, a brilliant tactician beloved by the people, fought on the frontlines for the Fenumian Empire, but when he discovers why it is rotting from within, he vows to overthrow the royal family. Fenumia devoured his homeland - will you fight to reclaim it? Or, join Princess Cecille (and a saucy, talking grimoire) on her journey home as she fights hordes of monsters and a coup led by Legatus Laendur. A crumbling empire is in your hands. Will you restore glory to Fenumia? 

[capsulecomputers]

With NIS America, Inc. bundling together the #FallenLegion #RPG games and bringing them to #Xbox for the first time ever, is it worth checking them out? Read our full review of Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory / Fallen Legion Revenants inside to see what we think.

[binary-scroll]

Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory - Exemplary Edition (Switch)

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Megaton Girl - Episode 1 - Every Two Lifetimes

It’s finally here. 8 years of development, a solid year of hard work and effort. Please enjoy.

“When their first date becomes a superhero origin story, Connie and Laurel seek the guidence of a retired hero trainer to teach Connie the basics of heroics. A renowned champion reveals his true colors. A villain discovers his true calling. Two best friends become something more. A true hero rises.”

Featuring the voices of

Amanda Kay as Connie (Vivi Yukino in Mystery Skulls Animated and Joy in Joy to the World)

Michelle Deco as Laurel (Lady Fathola in SamSam and Succubus in Fallen Legion: Rise to Glory)

Jason Marnocha as William Kirby (Megatron in Transformers and Gus in Carole and Tuesday

Sean Chiplock as Doctor Menace (Revali in Breath of the Wild and Subaru in Re: Zero)

PM Seymour as Captain Valiant (Torque in Freedom Planet and Poseidon in Gods School)

Danielle McRae (Gwen in Final Fantasy 7 Remake and Karma in League of Legends)

Mark Allen Jr. (Makino in The Ones Within and Yota in the Day I Became God)

Austin Lee Matthews (Roche in Final Fantasy 7 Remake and Arthur in Mystery Skulls Animated)