Legend tells of his arrival from the stars, shattering the storms above Remalia in a flash of light. A mere babe found within a crystal, Father could speak from the moment he opened his eyes. He was born with the strength of twenty fully grown men and held within his mind the knowledge of iron magic. And Father grew quickly. In mere months, he was a young man in every way and after a decade, was fully grown and taller than any other.
So this primarch broke through a warp storm... or a world with constant normal storms. Also, 'iron magic'? Interesting.
Father took leadership of the tribe on his twelfth nameday, casting down the previous king in single combat. He brought up our people from wooden spears and clubs, using iron magic to grant us wonders called armor and blades. He taught the tribe to use things he called bows and arrows to hunt and fight. He gave us tactics and war. And with them, our people became an empire upon the backs of our neighbors. Though that did not join us were put to the sword or shackled in iron. In thirty years, Father conquered the world and unveiled the greatest of iron magics, a castle hidden within the mountains that could fly amongst the stars.
So the uplifting was so fast, their culture still considered technology magic? Well, comparatively at least.
Father was a beacon of light.
Which, given this girl's a blank, is very ironic.
Father did not settle for a single world. He wished to unite all worlds under the red and blue banner of Remalia. He brought world after world under his control, braving the storms that brought horror and death. His fleet grew as more worlds fell. Iron magic, now called technology, flourished under his reign. And one day, he withdrew to Remalia, deep within the mountains for what he called his greatest challenge.
Father was my creator.
1. Ok, so they were Warp Storms.
2. So this one got to the point where he could re-create his father's work. He must have embodied Adam's techno-geekiness.
3.
Red and
Blue, eh?
Father, using technology and his own lifeblood crafted me, his only child. Born of a mother of iron and steel, I was to be his heir. But I was a failed creation. I was not the son he needed to continue his legacy, but a daughter. I shared all his traits: strength, growth, power and charisma, but I was not the son he needed. I swore that I would give him the heir he needed, even from my own body if need be. But Father...
Father was joyous.
I was named his heir, his only child. He gave me all and for a single year, I was loved. But then, the creeping darkness and the hungering one...
1. Well, Artoria can certainly understand that insecurity.
2. That said, now I need to start making Penny jokes.
3. She was, roughly, only a year old? Rough.
4. That said, she was clearly born with the maturity to handle stuff.
5. And that's where, whether she's fertile or not, the motherhood issue comes in.
6. I just realized something: She'll be the only one to address a legion as 'brother'. Wonder how that will go.
I was saved where an empire fell. Darkness came from the void beyond the stars. A deep, hungering darkness that crept through the shadows and devoured all within its sight. Our fleets fell silent; each ship a quiet, empty tomb. Our worlds dark; barren and lifeless. Nothing could fight this darkness, for there was nothing for our armies to strike against.
Saved by a loving father as one last act of defiance against the darkness, I was sent back through the unseen storm within the same crystal pod that brought my Father to Remalia. I was to go to the origin and find the source of Father's power. I would make it my own and, one day, go back and avenge my father.
I am Illyria.
I will have my vengeance.
1. Aaaaand there's the Saber Alter roots.
2. This foe... it is not chaos. It is not the Necrons. Neither is it the C'tan, or Tyranids. It's... if it is what I think it is, then you've been reading The Shape Of The Nightmare To Come and Age of Dusk.
3. Illyria. Interesting name, given its involvement in the Roman Empire.
The Imperial Palace shook as something broke through the protective fields and shattered dozens of walls with its arrival. Custodes, Sisters of Silence and Primarchs all rushed to face this foolish invader.
But those that arrived were struck silent.
For from a pod, all too familiar, emerged a beautiful girl, taller than an astartes and bearing the features of the Emperor. She was...yet could not possibly be...a daughter of the Emperor.
1. "First one to not tell Adam he's a grandad!" "Not it!" "Not it!" "Not it!" "You are all being childish."
2. Rogal Dorn's not going to be happy about the Imperial palace being casually broken into.
3. So Illyria will grow up with a father, a mother, elder brothers, and several aunts and uncles... in theory. Time will tell if Adam puts enough time into her for Illyria to consider him a father-figure.
