So been thinking of my chaos space marines chapter. I suspect I will go undivided, running a warband of my own making. It will be a chapter from the word bearers legion essentially as I like a lot of the fluff behind word bearers.
The color scheme I am leaning towards is either a half or quartered. However, it will not be the standard 1/2 and 1/2. I’d like to do the division diagnally (not perfectly diagnal, but close. So the greaves and thighs will be opposing colors). I was also debating running a single color scheme and paint markings on the armor.
Fluff behind them is still under construction. I would really like to work in some way of running fallen/converted grey knights, even if their conversion was by simply their souls being enslaved…however, I have to find an example of a forced conversion to chaos beyond Fulgrim for this.
The concept of the army is a force led by apostles. The armies will have one fighty/Killy HQ and one support. This a sorcerer and an apostle would work, as would a lord and warp smith.
For conversions…because really, who likes a stock army!?, are mostly bits swaps. I actually plan to use GK heads for either troops or non-troops. Not sure yet. There will be some dividing line between the “standard” look and everyone else. For pads I plan to use pads similar to terminator per-heresy pads, with the tassels.
So for heads…
And for the shoulder pads
For a name I am thinking knights something or something knights. Was thinking of knights apostate.
*edit* After examining the story of Post-Heresy word-bearers I discovered that the Word Bearers legion was split into 10 Chapters, and only 4 are known. Thus, the CSM I use will be a successor chapter of the Word Bearers. The paint schemes that I find myself drawn to are: Harkannor’s reavers (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/File:Hakkanor.JPG#.UM4H2eQ8B8E), Sons of Vengeance (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/File:Sons_of_Vengeance_Marine.jpg#.UM4IYeQ8B8E), and the split look.
Well thanks for reading, more later,
So I painted all my original CSM in the color and markings of the Purge. However, I now remember that a) I hate playing the type of list that everyone else plays (ie. Nurgle) and b) the green is sort of pidgeon holing me. So I am looking at changing the chapter of my CSM forces. I won’t be reprinting what I have thus far painted ( a sorcerer, 7 marines w/ 4 heavy weapons, and 7 talons). I can always run these as mercenaries. I will always keep painting the cult troops and unique guys as he color of their god/ chapter or legion. That said, I am leaning towards undivided.
My options as I see them-
Night lords. Awesome models, like the paint scheme. Undivided. Problem is, that when every model requires a conversion kit it can bog you down. Plus the blue paint scheme is meh.
Word bearers. They are Rudy undivided and the legion worships all of the gods, so it works wonders for me. Sort of a bland color scheme though, and tends to lean towards dark apostles of which I have no intent to run.
Make my own legion/war band with word bearer-esque ethos towards the gods and cool night lords helmets on some of the models (chosen perhaps?). Was thinking brighter red than word bearers but that is suggestive of khorne. Could run dark red with bright red lightning bolts or a half and half color scheme, not sure.
So these are how I am looking at for the future of my CSM forces.
Thanks for reading,
Veril paced the halls of the tiny servant chamber in which he called his dwellings under the Imperium rule, but to many of the less talented servants could be considered palatial consisting of a bed, a small table, and not only a window but a small balcony (which was really simply a door leading to the top of a stone buttress). The plans were laid, his men would meet him in the courtyard, they would sneak in and steal the defensive plans for the planetary garrison structures as well as the governor’s palace and sneak out. The guards were likely drunk on the local brews that they seemed to favor. He had to admit, the odds were not good, but dying in an attempt was better than nothing. Any and all preparations were made. A small group would meet them outside after the plans were stolen, and they would be transported from town to town until he reached the Iron Triangle, the mountain range that the Imperial Guard had never dared to explore to it’s fullest due to it’s concentration of what they called warpstone and the radioactive nature the stone seemed to have.
Suddenly, his door from the balcony flew open. Assassins! He reached for his blades and snatched them up, lunging at what he imagined would be an assassin from the governor to slay him. His first strike rattled off the putrid armor of the intruder while the second smashed into a helmeted head only to simply bounce off. This was no assassin, and the armor was that of a space marine! He darted to the side to rebound and attack, knowing now to focus on joints as his weapons were useless against the ceramite plates of the armor itself, but it was too late. An armored hand snatched him up, holding him nearly seven feet off the ground at eye level with his intruder. He braced himself for the blow, but it never came. Instead, he could feel an intense scrutiny, almost curiosity, and then a grating, bubbling laughter welled up inside the armor and escaped the helmet.
Veril took the opportunity to actually look at his assailant more. He had seen a space marine’s power armor once. This was something different. The armor was bulkier, much larger. Terrifying to behold, but also clearly expertly crafted and likely ancient in design. The marine was well over seven feet tall and nearly as broad, with pauldrons that were the size of Veril’s body. The Marine carried a staff, crackling with what he suspected was powers of the warp. But something was strange, even beyond the size or shape of the armor. The black and green armor seemed putrid, as if the body inside was rotten and the armor was beginning to decay itself. It lacked any imperial symbols but instead had other strange, 8 pointed symbols. He suspected these to be the markings of chaos, but had never paid attention in the forced imperial indoctrination classes forced upon all of those that lived on Cordos. He felt it foolish to learn the history of their oppressor. In the dim light, he could make out on his left shoulder an 8 pointed star around an eye while on his right should he could see three flies, pointed inwards facing each other. Skulls adorned his armor and his eye-lenses glowed a green, sickly glow.
Suddenly he was hurled across the room onto the floor. Veril’s assailant finally spoke, but when he did, Veril immediately wished he had not. Something about this man scared him. Something unnatural. “Your plan will fail, little mouse. You plan to best the entire planetary garrison with a few locals and miners?” the, what Veril suspected, Chaos Space Marine began. “I am Robigo, Commander of the Bubonis Strike Cruiser, Sorcerer of the Purge, and I have a deal for you” Robigo continued. “If you can stir up the locals, and secure a foothold, I can supply troops and weapons to take this palace. However, the legions of the false emperor will come, and when they do they will destroy you if you stand alone. I arrived as they would, and your attempt to attack me resulted in a complete failure. I promise they will not be as forgiving as I have been. However, I see this as an opportunity for both of us. Should you succeed in taking the planet with minimal aid from me, I will prevent the Astartes from taking back this planet. But my help is not free”. Veril waited for the demands. Money? Slaves? Resources? He would not deal with this tyrant. He would not trade one oppressor for another.
Robigo continued “You seek freedom. I can empathize with this sentiment. This ‘Emperor’ that they hold to be a god is nothing but a man. You and your kind are too special to be under any man’s boot. He oppresses you, I wish to liberate you, to embrace you, as father Nurgle has taken an interest in you and your kind. You seem to be quite resistant to diseases, a trait that father Nurgle finds curious”. Robigo squatted, still towering above Veril, and leaned in close “What if all I asked was your willingness to simply share your planet. I will open a gate upon the planet’s surface so that the warriors of Nurgle and of the Purge may flow freely onto the planet. Never will a blade or bolter be raised against you or your kind unless you raise one against us first. All that father Nurgle seeks is to study and conduct research on the planet. Your species survival is important to him given your resilience to several diseases that he requires to see how and why your kind seems immune to many contagions. Consider this work to be of great importance, not only to a man, but a god. A real god, one that can grant you your wishes and see to it that you are protected”. Robigo leaned back on his heels, apparently awaiting an answer.
Veril, seeing his opportunity to build an alliance that could turn the tides of the battle before the first blow was dealt was immediately interested. He did not know of this father Nurgle, nor of any god. His people had their own gods, and Nurgle was not one of them. But an alliance with a chaos space marine force would be beneficial if they were true to their word. “What guarantee can you give me that no violence will be visited upon my people, nor any bondage be forced upon us” Veril shot back, inwardly pleased with his quick wit.
“What would I profit? If I sought to simply exterminate you and your people, I could have done this before the Astartes arrived and swept aside the planetary garrison as they appear quite ill prepared. I need you for your species, and even your small mind should be able to comprehend that if I need you alive, I have no intention of committing genocide” Robigo pressed, his tone suggesting impatience. Veril suspected that this man did not deal with questions well, and expected to dictate the terms more than negotiate. But ultimately, what choice did Veril have? He could ally with this man, gain his aid, and fight against him with an armed and free army or fight against him now where there was nearly no chance of success and less chance of survival.
“We will aid you and will help this father Nurgle to do his work on Cordos. Before you claim your right to be here on this planet with us, you will see to it that we win our freedom first” Veril said, standing as tall as he could so as to appear unafraid in the eyes of this Chaos Space Marine.
“Very well. You will have your war, and you will have your victory. Father Nurgle will be pleased with your cooperation. Myself and others will arrive to open the gate after you have your Palace and planet in your hands”. Robigo turned to the balcony and squatted to exit. In a blinding flash, he was gone, leaving Veril nervous but aware that his plans had a much greater chance of succeeding. However, he couldn’t shake that he had been swindled, and that it was the wording of the arrangement that he would regret, but he felt that even the Chaos Space Marines could fall to tanks and artillery and upon his victory the planet’s arsenals would be his.
The Cordos system stood on the brink of upheaval. The ratpeople of Cordos IV began to wage a civil war against the imperium…one Robigo knew that they would not win. Against the fools of the Imperial Guard, perhaps. The rebel leader had a fire to him and the incompetent command that governed the planet knew little of military strategy and even less about combating an enemy with little time to prepare. However, he knew they would come. The Astartes. The false emperor’s Space Marines would arrive in their battle barges and lay waste to the enemy of the imperium. The rebels needed an ally, one that could combat the Space Marines and win. He knew in an outer system against a native uprising the Imperial Guard may be sent, but likely it would be the Space Marines as they would be quicker to mete out the retribution of their “Emperor” and leave and he had every plan of letting them arrive. He would meet this rebel and offer him aid. But the aid of the Purge did not come cheaply for father Nurgle had designs on their little planet. What better place to test new toxins and viral agents than on an entire planet of rats, the very carriers of plague for millennia. Father Nurgle had blessed him by promising him his Tallyman, the one known as Epidemius, to aid in the battle to come….
So I have worked to develop the backstory of the Rats of Cordos. I will eventually compile all of the fluff into a mini fandex and push out for the net to have simply because I know I am not the only 40k player who loves the idea of rats in space… Now bear with me, this is my first time writing fluff from scratch, so there will be missing information, no maps right now, and some of this may be revised or completely redone. :p
The planet of Cordos lies in the outer reaches of imperium space being a civilized world crushed millennia ago by the fleets of the Lord Solar Mecharius. Being abhumans of small stature and no where near the match for the imperial guard’s numbers or technology, the Cordosian rat people fell before the main fleet had dispatched it’s heavy forces, tanks, and artillery. Mecharius was heard to comment that a single regiment could hold the world for a thousand years, and two would forever hold the planet under control. That said, he left an entitled Colonel to lead the two regiments he left behind and to act as planetary governor. That man was COL Jarvich Trazen who was endowed with much more money than ability and had purchased his way through the ranks of the imperial guard. Trazen ruled the planet with an iron fist, mistreating the natives and forcing them to mine the natural stones which seemed to react well with imperial technology allowing the locals to fashion energy weapons, that while crude and heavy, rivaled the imperium technology. The stones had little tactical use to the imperium as they were highly toxic to the touch and exuded a radiation that only the natives seemed to have a resistance to. The stones were exported, as well as mining equipment and press-ganged miners, to keep the planet afloat financially and to meet the imperial tithes and quotas.
The mistreatment went on for hundreds of years until year M ##.### a Cordosian called Veril Longtooth of the Longtooth tribe. Showing both a great understanding of strategy as well as leadership, the ruling Trazen regime took him into the imperial palace as a pet, similar to the taking of a curiously intelligent animal into ones home. This gave Longtooth access to imperial manuals and doctrine documents. He read and learned, smuggling out books and manuscripts that discussed weapons and drill. He discussed strategy at length with the garrison security captain, Captain Norhollme, who divulged sensitive information as he felt there was no more threat from the Cordos natives than there was from a small child. Over the course of nearly eight years, Veril built a resistance force, gathered the weapons, trained the soldiers, and made the plans. The time to strike against the imperium was now…