#iron fists

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[yandins-beleagured-historian]

Entry #001.v2.final

I have had the pleasure of meeting Yandin once before, in the aftermath of the Indomitus Crusade's arrival over Taralus. The navigator records on the Macragge's Honour had listed that dusty old ball of drab rock and snow as an Armoury World, so there was a fair amount of bemusement all round when we got word of a sizeable contingent of Astartes dug in on the planet's surface. Initial communications indicated they'd been holed up for some time in an old ruin near one of the old space elevators. They identified themselves as Iron Fists, and were claiming the planet as their ancestral chapter world. By all account, Crusade Command spent no small effort to screen them for foul play, corruption or infiltration. While the Iron Fists' claim to Taralus was eventually upheld, there was a general interest from higher up in gathering more information about the chapter and verifying some of the accounts that were coming out of Taralus. Remembrancer Anjelika Biscari led the effort, and took a small team down to the planet's surface to conduct interviews, appraise structures and write reports. I was still fairly new to the role then, and my visit to the Godspire anchorage terminal was the first time I worked alone in the field. Biscari had gone down a few hours before me and had emphasised an unusual need for brevity. "Broad strokes only", I believe her words were, and I didn't understand what she meant until I stepped out of the lander and saw the planet surface for the first time. The sights of war stretched all the way out to the horizon, and the ragged landscape of the Godspire mountains were littered with the husks of drop pods, tanks and bunkers. You couldn't walk twenty meters without passing a pile of burning dead, and it was here I first encountered sergeant Cosrau Yandin, sixth squad, second company Iron Fists. The moment stuck in my head rather prominently, as I recall he was helping a couple of disposal operatives clear a maintenace passage. The two men had been struggling with the body of a metahuman, still in its power armour, and as the sergeant reached in and dragged it out, I decided on a  bit of a whim to snag a pict-capture. It was only once I looked up that I realised I'd just got my first ever look at a Chaos Space Marine. Regrettably, I was only able to spend a few hours with the sergeant on Taralus. Broad strokes, Biscari had asked for, so that was all I could really capture. The Crusade did not linger long at Taralus, and before long the Iron Fists were well behind us. It's only been in recent months, as the Grand Conclave of Baal winds down, that I've had the opportunity and freedom to track the Iron Fists down and produce more of a complete history of the Chapter. It also gave me an opportunity to present Yandin, now Captain of the seventh company, with the pict-capt I took on our first meeting. (or rather, a remaster: most of my original pict-logs were scrambled quite badly during a brush with the bleak coil two years ago, so I had a colleague of mine, Artov Ilqar, recreate the pict with oil on canvas. See attached.) I've since had the opportunity to interview Captain Yandin on a number of aspects of his chapter's history, and hope to catalogue some of the more notable testimonies, treatises and accounts here. Throne willing, Hester Vinchix Calimorre, Historiographer-Moderatus, Logos Historica Verita.

[wellfine]

Some highlights from my One Piece birthday art stream! Thank you so much to everyone who attended, I had an amazing time ♥

[motilyochek]

Sketchy Six Fanarts challenge

[coochiekrab]

Itll make for a unique and memorable first date

[yandins-beleagured-historian]

I forwarded this to Captain Yandin about four hours ago and he's just got back from a ring-round of theTelsiad to make sure his subordinates feel valued. He is currently conducting the sulkiest review of training logs I've ever seen.

Edit: Apparently the Chaplain gave him a lecture about "Codex-Mandated Command Attitudes." Sergeant Varden also called him "Cringe". He seems more upset about that than anything else.

Edit 2: I did overhear two of Karidos' infiltrators on E deck talking about how nice it was to be appreciated for once. Glad to see some good has come of this.

- H.V. Calimorre.

Well apparently for many people loyalty is not its own reward. Never will be. When Lion said that line I don’t think you are supposed to celebrate it. Not to mention how that idea tormented the future-Fallen. Loyalty needs reward. one way or another. It’s not despicable to need it. And if you don’t provide, those loyal to you will get their gratification elsewhere. Primarchs, captains, sergeants - go give hugs and headpats and praises and warm affirming looks RIGHT FUCKING NOW

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Primarchs

by Mauro Belfiore

[evans-endeavors]

ABILITY FORMS LEDIAN #166

The idea of giving pokemon different forms/designs based on their abilities is so charming. Had to draw my favorite little guy!

Original idea by @n0rtist

[jacobpking]

THE PRIMARCHS - Sons of the Emperor (NEW!) I've made a bunch of tweaks and improvements to my Primarch chart, including a bigger key, better lighting and shading and better contrast. With this project, I wanted a diverse set of Primarchs to reflect more of the human race. - Dorn as an Inuit - Lorgar as Levantine (Christ) - Alpharius as Persian (Order of Assassins) - Corax as Native American (Cree) - Horus & Magnus as Egyptian With better lighting I can show that vision more clearly

[ladymirdan]

I did the same thing once in the store 😭

Fun fact, Iron Fists are an existing chapter, so we can both pretend we just ment these rather obscure Iron Hands successors instead of being wrong 😅

First Captain Sigismund of the Imperial Fists for Marine Meat Monday. Again.

During his happy days at the beginning of the Great Crusade.

[yandins-beleagured-historian]

Behind the Curtain #1

Despite the standard tone of the Warhammer 40k universe and the tendency to play even the most ridiculous factor's straight (Which I'm happy to hold my own hand up for, given half the posts on this blog), there's a hugely refreshing catharsis that silliness and absurd humor bring when applied to 40k. It's one of the things that I love about this side of the community, where every angle, be it happy, horny, silly or wholesome, can be explored with full-throated enthusiasm. And after almost a decade in the more morose, right-leaning, edgelording side of the community, giving a daemon engine the name Wesley and the disposition of a small puppy feels like a sign that nature is healing. That being said, I asked a loved one today about which parts to use on a Biker champion I'm currently kitbashing. The models I have of the Iron Fists' Fourth Company are somewhat neglected, having been quickly and badly painted in preparation for a schools league tournament I never got to play in, but something's compelled me to revisit them and have another go this last week.

Here's the piece I was asking about.

They took one look at this part and said "Oh, it's a name-brand sword. Like Gucci."

The connotations of these weapons as prestige symbols in theory but showy garbage in practice is already spectacular enough, but this isn't even the only such weapon in the squad.

So not only has this conversation accidentally manifested Balenciaga Imperialis / Gucci Honour into existance, but it's also painted the entire command squad of the Iron Fists Fourth Company as some band of vapid armoury fashionistas. This effect is magnified by the fact that the captain of the Fourth, one Katon Cantabricus, is primarily known for being away on a hunt while over 80% of his command exploded in the opening moves of the Siege of Taralus. So congratulations all, we have inadvertently acquired the high-velocity mean girls. I love it here.

[livwritesstuff]

Hazel posts a tiktok that starts with her saying:

“So the thing about Pop is that he’ll say yes to literally anything as long as he gets to say no first. Like –”

*cut to a video of Steve and Moe standing at the BBQ in their backyard (both of them are in basketball shorts and backwards baseball hats – Eddie had secretly taken a photo of them earlier and sent it to their GC with Nancy and Robin saying “steve and his clone”)*

Moe: Can we toast the hamburger buns too?

Steve: No.

Steve: Look at the grill. You think I have room for that?

Moe:

Steve, already moving stuff around: They can go behind the skewers.

*cut to another clip of Steve and Robbie sitting on the couch, Robbie trying to get Steve to look at something on her phone*

Robbie: What if we went to Connecticut for our summer vacation this year so I could go to this tattoo artist I found?

Steve: Are you insane?

Steve, five minutes later: –and we could go to Mystic Seaport.

*cut back to Hazel, filming herself from the front-facing camera as she looks at someone out of frame*

Hazel: I think I wanna re-paint my room.

Steve, behind the camera: *snorts* Good luck with that.

*Less than an hour later*

Steve, emerging from the basement: Okay, so we’re definitely good on paint rollers...

[yandins-beleagured-historian]

"Privileged to call you kin. If I may offer you some words of encouragement, from one successor to another, know this. When our gene-fathers discuss the weakness of the flesh, there is an assumption that is being made - that iron does not fail. Iron cannot be broken." "This is a lie we know all too keenly. Iron breaks. But even a modest smith can smelt its wreckage down, cast fresh ingots, and grind new edges. Iron may be remade, time and time again, no matter how badly it breaks. And so long as we know how we were broken, how we might be broken in future, so long as we understand our failure, we can bolster ourselves against it." "I wish you the greatest of luck with your own reforging. May your edge cut ever onward, and may you always rise from the anvil anew, to overcome what broke you last time. " - Cosrau Yandin, Seventh Captain, Iron Fists Chapter.

I wanna tell yall about a Iron Hands Successor I cooked up and yall tell me if you’re into it

They’re named the Blood Forged, led by their Chapter Master Morgun Tenkred (Twins… they were…), who wields a modified Mars pattern Heavy Bolter named “War Feeder”

They’re a fleet chapter, their capital ship is named the Holy Petrifier (<- Not the final name), and they float around the systems nearest to Medusa

Their history is tragic, as all things in 40k are. Originally they were known as the Steel Bound and were sent to reinforce Raven Guard in a siege defense. It was a great and terrible battle, a Pyrrhic victory at the most optimistic. Tenkred was almost one of them, and as he woke up in the infirmary he looked out at a sea of marines in black Ceramite and ruined heraldry. He watched blood, coolant, and oil all spill from marines lying lifeless on gurneys, Apothecaries scurrying around trying to save any marines they could. They all looked so similar to Tenkred, and such a thought refused to leave him even after he had recovered. As the council decided what was to be the fate of what Steel Bound were left he threw himself into reading the words of his genefather.

It was there the Blood Forged was born, for his father’s words finally… *Clicked*. He realized it wasn’t bioaugmentation that would make him strong like his father, it was discipline. It was what differentiated a warrior from a soldier, a predatory beast from a man with purpose.

It’s in that moment he felt a great shame, his own augmented arm clicking restlessly as he prayed for some way to repent his weakness. His prayers would be answered in the grimmest way.

He was summoned before the council, and told he was the last ranked officer in his chapter, and seeing as how they didn’t have a chaplain to spare, he was offered to lead what was left of the Steel Bound. He took it gratefully, founding the Blood Forged during (maybe) the Ultima Founding, sparing the new Primaris the dogma he crawled out of

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