The following details the rise to power of Roscius, Apothecary of the Emerald Fists and describes the great fissure which decimated the Emerald Fists and led to their disapearance from the Imperium.
The story will be expanded as I add more units to the army. For now, this is the fluff for the daemon prince I'm working on as part of a 'tale of four gamers' I'm doing.
The story will be expanded as I add more units to the army. For now, this is the fluff for the daemon prince I'm working on as part of a 'tale of four gamers' I'm doing.
The motivations which sowed the seeds of the Schism of the
Fists were known only to Chief Apothecary Sextus Roscius, whom has long since
transcended his mortal existence. The
following details the compiled records pieced together following the Schism.
Some time in early 800M41 Roscius began tampering with the
Emerald Fist geneseed; making minor alterations which lay dormant and unknown
to any within the chapter. Gradually, as
the crusading fleet suffered battle losses, the corrupted geneseed was
implanted into new recruits and their training was enacted as it had been for 5
millennia. For nearly 100 years the chapter
continued its campaign around the eye of terror persecuting whatever mission chapter
command had ordered and slowly the composition of the chapter swelled with battle
brothers host to a dormant corruption.
In 898M41, acting on intel suggesting a potentially massive
incursion from the eye of terror, fully one half of the Emerald Fists were
dispatched to meet this building threat.
The 5th, 6th, 7th and portions of the 1st,
2nd, 9th and 10th along with Roscius travelled
at speed through the warp to reach their target. During the journey the fleet became stalled
within a savage warp storm and a plague of immeasurable horror was spread
throughout the fleet. Escorts, strike
cruisers and the battle barge Intangible
Force were enveloped one by one. At
this moment the truth of the introduced gene flaw became apparent; the Emerald
Fists knew fear. As the plague ravaged
the crew and space marine alike, the marines with the corrupt geneseed felt anathema
to the thought of rotting a slow and painful death. Apothecary Roscius spread word that his battle
brothers could protect themselves from the plague by cutting a three ringed
mark on their chest. The veteran marines
knew this for what it was and steeled themselves against this threat for no
true son of Dorn would cower before hand of death. The marines carrying the corrupted gene seed
however saw the result of the plague before them and their iron resolve
crumbled. In scores they followed
Roscius’ instructions as did most of the Imperial crews. The veteran marines moved to take Roscius but
the plague had ravaged their strength and those marines now loyal to Roscius
rushed to his aid. The plague slowly and
mercilessly destroyed the bodies and minds of the veterans as the traitors held
them at bay.
Witnessing these events from the bridge of the Dawn Imperitus and piecing together
reports from the veterans aboard other ships in the fleet, veteran sergeant
Titus Latinius of 1st company, 4th assault squad gave the
order to disengage. Guided by the
Emperor’s light the chief navigator aboard the strike cruiser managed to escape
the warp storm and bring word of the treachery to chapter command.
Over the next 5 years as the chapter’s chaplains and
apothecaries unearthed the depth of the corruption and nearly half of the
remaining loyal marines were purged for the good of the chapter. Chapter master Gneaus Claudius swore
vengeance and set the chapter about its last crusade, to bring the traitor
fists to heel. This event would be
forever recorded as the Schism of the Fists within chapter records however no
word of this would be spoken to the Imperium.
The crusade fleet, now cleansed of the pure geneseed bearing
marines was under Roscius’ control. He
now controlled nearly one half of the chapter’s strength; materiel and men.
As reward for his patient deceit and the corruption of a
chapter he was elevated to daemonhood.
Roscius, Daemon Prince of Nurgle now directs the tainted marines through
the warp, targeting systems seemingly at random to further the goals of his
master. Though he cannot lead his fleet
through realspace his captains are more than capable of enacting his will and
summoning him should the barrier between the realms be weakened.
A very nice beginning.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I felt following this fellow along was the best way to set the tone. Starting with a tactical squad or something would be harder. This way I can just plug little bits in. I've been reading siege of vrakks and really want to have my backstory come across the same way.
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