Unbound Wraith shifted in the distance, the titan moving and adjusting for the storm. The Orks, their gargants and their fliers there is no mercy. Standing at the front of the 15th expeditionary fleet's force the red Primarch clad in blue and silver power armor with a crown of bones and the hidden of some grand serpent cast as a cape moved his hands and the alien skies obeyed. Lighting struck a red painted ramshackle titan shearing off its weapons as the world around them screamed. The army moved around them, Storm Shaman warding off their Primarch's fury even as the Orks they fought were being cast aside. The allied Titan finally finished it's rotes and its cannon roared, drowning out for a moment even the screaming storm and strikes of lightning. The strike unmade a gargant casting molten scrap with the rain battering the Orks holding the ground before the forces of the imperium.
An ork in purple jumped from behind a stone crude blade pointed at Magnus' exposed head. The creature fell in twain moments later one of the eternal guard shifted their empty power armor flicking clean their blade. The soul bound warriors turned their vigil back to the protection of their lord. The first company moved the massive blue and silver dreadnought dancing through the Orks blade and gun making a mess of each of them as it moved in armor covered in a thousand runes. A lance of light the sound of the Voidshields on the Unbound Wraith shattering, a Gargant that moved its central mass now molten as behind the armor had been installed a nova cannon. The storm shifted fog and rain moving to hide the endangered titan from view even as the gargant fired a thousand lesser weapons at the legion. Shaman storm shields warding off light fire as the army groups made for cover. Lithogolems, and allied armor reduced to ruins by the sheer firepower of the Orkish giant. Guns directed by grechen fired at drop pods loosed from the ships above destroying many.
Some crashed landing in the interior of the monstrous machine, and to the horror of the orkid gunners destroying the drop pod didn't always kill its occupants. Horrid berserkers of unbound flesh tore through the grand ork war machine. Guns being pulled into the rifts along the armor as tendrils and explosions of psykic power ruined the interior of the alien creation. Then the storm broke and the Unbound Wraith fired both of it's funds smashing through superstructure even as the Creatures killed every ork unable to put out the sheer amount of firepower needed to end their berserk fury. The storm clearing gave hope to the Orks that only lasted as long as it took for them to noticed the ruins of their armor the wrecks of their bunker's and the army moving forwards commanded by superhuman men who called forth lighting, winds to block their shots, and even spectral beasts to lay waste to the Orkish lines.
The Runesmiths of the World Serpents had a grave and unending job, for by their hand both shaman and warrior of the legion relied. Runes of Magnus' design held off the change though it wasn't perfect often when not conducting war or gathering knowledge from the Legio Psykania attached to the Legion the Storm Born was in his study reviewing every script and carving perfecting his work to allow his son's every advantage he could afford. He had enough success that the Legion could officially recruit again though the 0th Company was a contentious topic in all those who knew. Few could understand the Fenrisian mind it seemed at least among the soft born people of Terra. The Fleshchage would take their bodies, steal their minds… but their lord gave them a chance to keep their honor even when the curse broke through. To be given a chance to die with honor, not to be locked up in some vault or put down like a rabid dog.
A young boy only reaching his second great year pulls his wolfskin coat tighter around himself as he moves across the deck of the dragon ship the storm was dying off. He pulled his blade to his chest looking around, was it luck or had they actually reached the Red Island? He had wished to find the champions ever since he was a whelp. Legends spoke of Magnus Giantson who had taught men how to use the runes, how he would take in those of great bravery and knowledge to serve as warriors to the gods. He had fought and he had won, he was sure that they would see his bravery and take him among them.
He looked away as one of the healer's in godsarmor shined a smokeless flame in his eyes. Frowning as the two speak with each other. "Good specimen, intune with the Warrior Archetype should take well to the geneseed." The other shifted.
"Low resonance with the Seeker Archetype, may lead to rejection of the Primarch's genes." The first waved him over again.
"Kraken Guard, Leviathan Guard, Wolf Guard, and Wyrm Guard. All forces have low Seeker affinity, warrior affinity is a good indicator others are within margin of error." They looked over the child again before nodding to each other.
Apprentice was a kind word he thought of his stalker Scope, looking up to the Scoutmaster who was adjusting his auspexs as they engaged with otherwise normal human forces. "No sign of enemy armor." The Scoutmaster nodded, the apprentice smirked to himself he had no talent for the art he would stay a scout apprentice until a guardmaster came around and selected him. He shifted his wolf pelt over the side of his armor, firing the stalker twice as directed, ending the enemy forward forces.
He was at a feast the Leviathan Gaurdmaster hands him a mead and he drank of it freely his body far removed from the boy that had found his way to the Legion's fortress library on Fenris though he was just above his homeworld it felt like he hadn't seen it in lifetimes. He looked over his armor blue and silver metal carved with intricate marks that reduced undirected currents in the sea of souls around him, somehow warding of curses and the like. He watched as Magnus spoke to his sons, one he was now one of.
His chainsword raised as the mutant tried to claw at his charge with inhuman strength. He gritted his teeth the runes on his armor glowing and popping with the presence of the enemy null the Shaman was on the ground his mind assaulted in a thousand ways by the unsouled. Throwing his wolfpelt to the side the surviving Leviathan Guard fired his bolt pistol ending a scampering seeking to flank them. Then as his blade sunk into the giant man thing he felt something shift as the unsouled woman laughed at her blade having scratched his armor in his distraction. As she danced back he stepped forward he felt running as if the world was melting things had turned to color and he saw a million things in a hundred colors as he tore her apart screeching in victory when he feels her strange power break as he ripped her to pieces. He hears something else for shifting around on his limbs he forgets.
He was falling metal shell around him groaning as he struck his limbs, his claws rending the shaking burning metal apart. The landing broke his limbs but he rolled and changed which limbs he used to move seeing does he charge with an incoherent scream rending several enemy shots destroying his limbs as he takes his toll. A metal beast, his flesh a final duel. He was able to break its main cannon but it fired anyway and the last thing he knew was a flash of pain, the clarity and release.
15th Legion The World Serpents
Primarch Magnus
Company Structure
1st Company, Veterans, Old guard and New Marines of exceptional distinction.
2nd Company, Scouts, Training Aspirants who haven't been taken in as an apprentice.
0th Company, Grave, Those who have fallen to the curse despite Magnus' efforts deployed against the strongest of forces as expendable shock troopers so they may have an honorable death.
Positions
Ruinsmiths, Librarian Quartermasters the Runesmiths maintain the armor of the legion following Magnus' designs to reduce the chances of the curse taking them.
Storm Shamans, Librarians move through the battlefield using their arts to protect and direct allies as well as strike enemies.
Guards, Non-psyker members of the legion directed to the protection of deployed Storm Shamans. There are 4 clans of guards but they only vary in weapon choice and standard tactics.
Eternal Guard, those guards that have caught Magnus' eye are given an offer if they are given Aether so that they are preserved upon death then Magnus crafts with aid of the Ruinsmiths a Armor for them to possess creating the undying elite guards of the Legion's Primarch and most sacred places.
Strength: 1200
