Primarch Personalities Calibration edition
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Heres an idea, write a short blurb about each Primarch and/or Legion to summarise your understanding of them.
Others respond with their own, and we can calibrate them all to fill the blanks, remove double-ups, and all round correct our understanding.
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So, Grah'anak.
If I recall correctly, he's got a near Night Haunter vibe to him, drops from space to ruin people's days.
Legion is big into animal symbolism. Maybe they have berserk gene seed?
And I think as time goes on, they get religious, conceptualizing themselves as the Emperor's wrath.
Excerpt from the Sundering Saga, an epic poem from the Jade Empire detailing the Heresy, at least from a popular standpoint. Ca. 80 M31
At this point in the epic, Xun has returned to Tepectitlan, where he has heard scattered reports of a monster loose and ravaging his facilities. Expecting another raid, he waits for the beast, only to find it is his brother, Rubinek.
Then up from the moors, under mist and crags
Went Rubinek, Emperor's wrath he bore,
This man-tearer seeking some Sky Serpent's son to snare,
And buildings to burn, blood to bathe in.
Towards Tepectitlan's towers he slouched under nights net,
Thinking another rampage to run, castles to crush,
For many had been those noxious nights when that ran that wrecker
Through red streets, tearing townsmen asunder, with cruel claws and jagged jaws.
So when sought he that which he envied to erase, and towards that city stole,
He laughed loudly to himself in blood-joy and hopes of envy eased.
But never before or since did he such hardship find in Xun's home.
He got to the gates, bold and brass
With Old Night's horrors he wrenched from hinges,
With phosphex he burned and rads he reaped, crawling flame consuming.
Then laughed he to his heart, upon such a city seeing,
For the monster was minded to sever all those souls,
Ere morning should dawn, and ruin raise where once had the city stood.
Through streets and avenues he tore, denizens defiling as they fled.
Towards Xun's hall he made, and there a sentry spied.
Stalwart Zha Cipactli, of many campaigns credited,
Hero of 88-6 and Bassen Rift, already to every man's aid rushing.
This worthy warrior Rubinek seized, and asunder tore,
Bone-frame bit, streaming blood drank,
As Xun his foe watched, his strength to gauge,
Before boldly he stood on towering temple's top
Storm surrounding him and challenge calling.
"I see, bold beast, that courage enough you have to mere men crush,
But face now your equal meet and see if your strength suffices."
Roaring ran Rubinek up temple stairs, to pyramid top,
This man-harder filled with hatred of our hero.
Rubinek one of the Emperor's son had been, but in his heart jealousy had festered.
Hated he sorcerer's skill and psyker's power, for to his mind, mutants they were.
But upon seeing Xun's cities and righteous works, did into envy enter
And to Old Night tear out his beating heart and with abominable engine replace it.
This now, did power the bitter bastard son, whom envy ensnared,
and though a mighty one, no fame enjoyed.
So at Xun he charged, his war cry raised.
"Life eternal, death eternal"
And then it was that Xun his kinsman knew.
Call me old fashioned but I cant read poetry that doesnt rhyme. I just cant make it sound good in my head.
Ah, gotcha. It's Anglo-Saxon Alliterative verse.
Not a criticism mind you, certainly not on your part anyway. Just saying I dont know how to read them properly.
Kind of like reading lyrics without the beat.
Good idea.
>Angels of Light
The defenders and governors of the Imperium Minoris and steadfast proponents of the Imperial Truth. Ordered, disciplined, and dutiful, the Angels of Light are the poster children of the Adeptus Astartes.
>Iron Hearts
Mutant rejects turned cybernetic supermen, the Iron Hearts are the product of both triumph and failure, their ruinous gene-seed bolstered by blasphemous technology. Tenacious beyond measure, they fight solely for their own survival in a galaxy that has declared them anathema.
>Silver Spears
Scholars and artisans of the battlefield, the Silver Spears prize grace and magnificence above all else, their Legion culture eschewing the use of mechanized units in favour of daring infantry tactics.
>Void Lords
Scary spacemen?
>Fists of Mars
The technological cornerstone of the Crusader States and former stewards of Mars, the Fists rule their State in delicate balance with the Mechanicus, their unparalleled industrial capacity bolstering their forces with legions of armoured tanks and titans.
>Paladins of Kor
Idealists and valiants in a galaxy set against them, the Paladins' diversity is their strength, their mastery over combined arms and acceptance of heretical technologies giving the edge they need to uphold their lofty ideals amid the grim darkness of the 41st millennium.
>Undying Scions
The steadfast protectors of the Unyielding Vigil and mankind's bulwark against the forces of Chaos. Clad in deathless steel, the Scions revere the immortal strength of the dreadnought, fighting with little heed for their own lives or personal glories, giving their all to the defense of their State.
>Sky Serpents
Warrior-mystics of the Jade Empire, the Sky Serpents prize fluidity and foresight, their battle plans punishing inflexibility and shortsightedness. Where the others seek victory in the materium, the Serpents seek it in the Warp, heading the Loyalist development of arcane technologies and sorceries.