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At the side of these renowned warriors, the Blood Angels would fight for the next solar decade, seeing the fall of countless worlds and the prosecution of campaigns of every kind, from the brutal simplicity of wars of extermination to the deadly subtlety of quiet campaigns of strike and fade. In the shadow of the Luna Wolves and the greatest of the Emperor's Primarchs, the once-outcasts of the IX th Legion would gain stature in the eyes of their peers and a newfound sense of decorum.

Each of the campaigns was a new trial, a subtle test selected with keen insight by the two Primarchs to salve the wounds inflicted by time and fate upon the Blood Angels. Sanguinius instilled in his sons a new sense of pride, not in simple carnage and the blood-soaked eternity of melee, but in a Jos Haluatte - Ultra Bra - Kalifornia in which they stood as exemplars of the Imperial creed, equal even to Horus' own warriors.

In the year-long siege of Anaxis XII, they grasped the value of brotherhood as they stood shoulder to shoulder with the Imperial Fists against a tide of Hrud that seemed without end; on Cambriole and Prehalt they were taught discipline as they matched blades with inscrutable Aeldari reavers; while on Kentaurus Beta they learnt something of mercy as Sanguinius led them on the bloodless pacification of the Kentauran colonies.

With each battle, the Legion shook off part of the stigma of their past and took their first faltering steps along a new path. Eager to prove worthy of the oath Sanguinius had made to them, the warriors of the IX th Legion strove to put aside the gore-soaked solitude that had once been the armour of their pride and to embrace the new virtues Sanguinius had shown them. Fury tempered by wisdom, blood-hunger chained with discipline, when the IX th Legion finally came to Baal, they were no longer that rough beast which had once stalked Terra, but were now a Legion reborn in form more fitting of their angel-winged sire.

There, on the sands of Baal, they were met by the newly-raised and trained contingents of Astartes drawn from The Blood, the native people of that rad-scoured system, whom Sanguinius himself had raised up and schooled in the arts of war. The two halves of the Legion were joined, warriors from both Terra and Baal spread across the many companies of the Blood Angels that they might strengthen each other and weaken the hold of the IX th Legion's Terran past.

The hunger remained of course, a shackled beast that lurked ever ready at the edge of madness, waiting for the chance to be set free once again, but by the faith of their Primarch they had a firm hold of its fetters. The Blood Angels honed their minds and wills, devoting themselves to the study of wisdom as well as war.

They became scholars as well as warriors, and under the approving gaze of their winged Primarch, they put aside the barbarism they had once embraced and sought to prove themselves a force worthy of the future for which they fought.

As time passed and the Blood Angels' past slipped from the memories of those they fought alongside, the blood hunger became little more than a myth, a half-remembered ghost story of ancient ghouls once bound in service to the Emperor. Those few among the Legion that succumbed once more to its thirst or to the black fury that followed on its heels were quietly concealed, granted the Emperor's peace or sealed away on Baal. The Blood Angels and their Primarch joined the Great Crusade as equals, looked down upon by none and followed the call of war to the stars.

The new crimson-clad IX th Legion was both familiar and yet fundamentally changed in character. It still waged war with a fury to shake the heavens, but now it was leashed to a deep well of discipline and keen intellect. Still they favoured shock assault, a falling upon the foe suddenly and without warning, but now with a Primarch's will at their back they made use of the full panoply of Imperial technology.

Now, when the angels came, they fell from the sky like a rain of fire, a thousand burning lights against the dawning sky, the wrath of the Emperor Himself given crimson form.

Nor was this the extent of their skills, for though the sudden onslaught was their preference, they knew now full well the value of the feigned retreat, the gun line and a hundred other stratagems besides.

They were a Legion fully formed, so much more now than the simple bludgeon they had once been, and this is perhaps the truest evidence of the Emperor's plan for His Legions, that with their Primarchs they became whole -- far more than the sum of their genetic legacy and the harsh lessons of Unification. So it was that the Great Crusade surged onwards as never before. New battlefronts opened up under the Primarchs' direction and worlds were reclaimed by the thousand. Throughout it all, the Blood Angels and their Primarch, Sanguinius, fought at the Emperor's side, serving as honour guard to their beloved creator.

Driven by their still-fiery temperament, the Blood Angels' fearsome reputation as shock troops came to feed a rivalry between them and the equally assault-oriented World Eaters Legion. Yet, in truth, the Blood Angels were never as ferocious as the World Eaters, for the wise influence of Sanguinius tempered their bloodlust. Though he was yet in the early days of his legend, Sanguinius was thought to be the noblest of the Primarchs and was ever deep in the Emperor's counsel.

Even Horuslater the proud Warmaster of the Great Crusade, sensed a purity of spirit in Sanguinius that he could never match, a oneness with their father that no other Primarch could ever hope to approach.

Whilst many of his brothers fought the Great Crusade solely out of the joy of battle, Sanguinius fought to secure the golden era of peace and prosperity which would surely follow. His vision was the Emperor's, a hope of Mankind united in peace and prosperity.

Alas, it was not to be. Anahktor is a star system no longer listed on any Imperial map. It features in no record of conquest nor on any battle honour or in any Divisio Militaris archive. Only in the Great Library of Terra, hidden deep beneath the Imperial Palace and among the ranks of the Blood Angels themselves can the story of this long forsaken battlefield be found.

It is a cautionary tale still told among the ranks of that crimson-clad brotherhood, a tale of an angel's rage and a Legion's shame. It shows, perhaps, that the two Legions, the old IX th Legion and the Blood Angels, are not as far apart as history would have us believe.

Once to be found in the area of space travelled by the Expeditionary Fleets, but a short sojourn through the Warp past proud Anvillus itself, Anahktor of old was a small haven of Mankind that had weathered the storm of Old Night. It had done so by being ready to sacrifice what it must and take what it could, its small but effective void navy making a wasteland of neighbouring star systems in order to provide for its people, surviving on plunder and slaves.

Indeed, so efficacious was this strategy that by the time the first of the Imperium's scout ships arrived on its borders, Anahktor was not only surviving but thriving. So secure did it feel in its small glory and petty strength that those first Imperial scout ships were met with fire and thunder. The first of the Imperium's fleet to receive word of this attack was a Host of the Blood Angels, Sanguinius at its head and 12 companies of his sons standing ready.

Already engaged in an augur sweep of the nearby sectors, Sanguinius ordered their course diverted to Anahktor and the fleet arrayed in attack formation.

They broke aether with gun ports open and cannon primed, and in a short, brutal engagement broke the enemy fleet waiting for them, the marauder craft of Anahktor proving little match for the brute battleships of the Blood Angels.

Within short order, the IX th Legion had pushed on to the first inhabited body in the system, throwing a cordon of iron around it and lighting the sky with the immense firepower of their cannon. A small airless orb, the inhabitants of Anahktor Extremis were limited to a garrison of Anahktoran soldiers, waiting in sub-surface habitats whose presence was betrayed only by the guns that bracketed the sky above them.

Uninhibited by any civilian presence, Sanguinius ordered an immediate assault, eager to deny the enemy time to regroup and recover its momentum, committing the 19th, 67th, st and 94th Companies to the attack. Preceded by a brief, but highly accurate bombardment that cracked the surface and shattered the guns of the Anahkroran defenders, a path was opened for the Drop Pods and assault craft that followed on its heels.

Brutal close quarter combat enveloped the cold sub-surface halls of Anahktor Extremis as the Blood Angels carved a red path through them. The enemy they fought was so heavily cybernetically augmented as to be barely recognisable as human, and were dubbed the "Iron Bulls" by the Imperium's troops for the sensory horns grafted to their skulls, though among their own people they were called the Kusarikku.

Wielding primitive plasma casters and grav-lances, the Iron Bulls held against the forces of the IX th Legion for six solar hours, holding each intersection of the labyrinthine tunnels with tenacious courage and consummate skill.

All across the desolate outer worlds of the system, the same story was written in fire and blood. The Blood Angels harried and beset the enemy, who resisted with great valour, fighting to the bitter end on every outpost and imposing upon the IX th Legion a high cost for each world that fell.

Amid the asteroid fortresses of the belt that encircled the outer system, the Iron Bulls staged ambushes and feigned retreats, drawing the Legionaries of the IX th Legion towards craters rigged with blasting charges, sacrificing their own lives to stymie the Legion's advance. On Anahktor Median, the gateway to the inner system, they drew a line with their own Blue Skies In Red Square - Demon - Taking The World By Storm, fighting a sprawling battle across 50 kilometres of shallow acidic sea and rocky archipelagos, riding great multi-legged augmetic frames like mounts into battle and stalling the advance of nine companies of the Blood Angels.

The warriors of the IX th Legion came to admire the courage of the foe, and took great pride in the victories Dat Bitch - Redman - Malpractice against them. Sanguinius himself gave the order for a six hour ceasefire in honour of the foe's valour and sacrifice, for though the Anahktorans refused all attempts at direct communication, he wished to offer a salute to the warriors who had fought so well.

Privately, the winged Primarch lamented the need for their destruction and hoped that the pause, his ships arrayed in space just short of the system's throneworld, would convince the Anahktoran leadership to bow before the Emperor and wed their strength to that of the Imperium. However, what came next was to shatter any such hope and kindle the wrath of the Great Angel in its full and terrible glory.

Advancing under a flag of truce, several Anahktoran craft approached the Blood Angels flagship Red Teareach a wallowing transport barge signalling in the obtuse language of Anahktor that they bore gifts for the Primarch, scans revealing no targeting or aberrant energy readings until the moment the first barge erupted in flame. One hundred and thirty-two Blood Angels died in the explosion that ripped through the fleet, doubling at a stroke the number of casualties the Legion had sustained in the campaign.

Three cruisers sustained significant damage, and one, the Inculcatorwas gutted and left aflame from stem to stern, damaged so severely that it would later be abandoned. His trust betrayed and many of his sons dead as a result of the low treachery of his foe, Sanguinius let slip the collar of discipline and called for a Day of Revelation, a reckoning for Anahktor and a redress of the wrongs done to his Legion. The people of Anahktor had proven themselves unworthy of a place within the Imperium and unworthy of the Great Angel's respect or mercy.

Surging forwards, the Blood Angels vessels blasted a bloody path through the inner system, annihilating those few squadrons of Anahktor's defence fleet that remained and rained nuclear fire onto every isolated outpost, leaving only ashes and fields of glass.

The Anahktor responded in desperation, shielding military targets with civilian populations, launching suicide runs with more fire-ships and attempting further ambushes. All failed in the face of the Blood Angels' unleashed fury and their ships enveloped Anahktor Centralis, a brutal constellation of lights in the night sky. There they waited, while below, the Iron Bulls rushed to man defences, herding their people to form shields around gun platforms and fortresses while the Blood Angels watched.

Then, as dawn's purple haze coloured the horizon, the Blood Angels fell from the sky, at their head a host of the silver-masked Erelimthe Order of the Angel's Tears who served as the Blood Angels' Destroyers. They chose as their target the single largest force of the Iron Bulls marshalling in defence of their throneworld, seeking Night Invaders (Dub Mix) - Ovidi Adlert - Night Invaders Dsd Remixes Vol.

1 cut the heart from the enemy in a single stroke. Like meteors, the Drop Pods smashed home amid the Iron Bulls' lines, some opening like lethal flowers to reveal missile pods that spat flame and death, while others disgorged crimson-clad killers, their Bolters roaring. With the formation of the enemy broken and its soldiers in disarray, the main force of the IX th Legion descended on fiery contrails, alighting at the battle's frenzied centre and throwing themselves into the fray without hesitation.

What had begun as a battle swiftly became a rout and then a slaughter, as the Blood Angels pierced the heart of the enemy formation and slew their command echelon, throwing the Iron Bulls into chaos. The enemy driven before them, the Blood Angels, without pausing to regroup or resupply, drove forwards relentlessly.

Their sorrow concealed by the ornate masks of their Order, and bound by the oaths they had sworn, the Erelim and their brothers swept across the planet like a crimson tide. Any who raised arms against them were slaughtered, for this was not to be a battle, a matching of wits and blades in honest combat, but instead a massacre. The Blood Angels brought forth those devices and munitions that Sanguinius rarely gave countenance to the use of -- the terror known as Phosphex and the invidious curse of rad weapons.

Cities became charnel fields of broken corpses, forests and fields became cinders and ash, and fortresses open and blackened wounds. Anahktor Centralis was not conquered, but ruined. No man at arms was left alive, no stone left upon stone and those of its people that survived the fighting would become serfs to labour in the belly of the Legion's ships or in distant manufactoria. Thus ended the fighting in Anahktor, a bloody tribute to the terrible rage that still festered at the heart of the IX th Legion even after its unification with its Primarch.

The last of the Iron Bulls to fall did so at the hand of Sanguinius himself, who cut a path into the palace of that system's petty ruler alone, save for a small cadre of his Sanguinary Guard.

As they deployed, the last of the Iron Bulls, in huge horned exo-skeletal suits of rippling synthetic muscle and great diamond-toothed chain blades, sought to bar the Great Angel from his prize, but the Primarch was more than a match for such clumsy engines of war. Borne through the air on white wings now spattered in blood and gore, he swooped upon the ungainly suits, cleaving them apart or plucking Ärger Mit Dem Finanzamt - Various - Hilfe!

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At the height of the Great Crusade, a thousand times a thousand worlds were brought into the fold of the Imperium, uncounted billions of men-under-arms fought in the name of the Emperor and created legends that endured for millennia. Of those legends it is the Legiones Astartes that stand tallest and shine brightest, each a burning brand of martial excellence that lit the way for the mortal armies that followed on their heels, and of those Legions there were some that captured the spirit of the Great Crusade more than others.

Sanguinius' Blood Angels found themselves among that group; the speed of their advance, the spectacle of their assaults and the awe that their appearance inspired all served to make them favoured subjects of the Remembrancers who followed the fleets.

They fought the noblest of campaigns, unleashed upon the foulest of those creatures that hid in the darkness of the void, and were tasked with the liberation of those held under the lash of the alien. They slew monsters and made safe the far flung worlds of humanity, and those whom they liberated saw in them true angels come down from the heavens to their aid.

Among their own transhuman kin they also found great acclaim, in part for the campaigns fought at their sides in past years, the skill at arms which they displayed on the field and the magnanimous nature of their warriors.

Yet, much of their reputation and the good will extended them was to come from the noble mien of the Angel himself, for of all the Primarchs of the Emperor, he was the most beloved and admired. The sons of the Emperor had often been a fractious brotherhood, Trying To Find My Mind - Ike & Tina Turner - Supergold many bearing grudges or perpetuating rivalries among their kin.

Among them all, Sanguinius was perhaps the most admired and respected, for he held none of his brothers lesser than himself and met each with an open warmth and goodwill that calmed even the rage of his grim brother Angron.

Of them all perhaps only Horus was held in more respect, though the Lord of Cthonia 's colder demeanour and more brooding aspect left him more aloof than the winged Primarch. Sanguinius was welcome amongst the courts of worlds without count, from the exotic thrones of far colonies to the baroque nexus chambers of the Mechanicum 's distant realms.

He embodied the pride and optimism of those golden years, when it seemed that none could stand against the armies of the Emperor and the galaxy was laid bare for their conquest. The Ullanor Crusade was to be the proof of that destiny, a grand campaign to shatter the greatest remaining rival of Mankind's dominance -- the Orkish Destinys Darling - Gladhands - Wow & Flutter of Urlakk Urg.

Here, Horus would break that foe in the largest battle of the Great Crusade, winning a grand victory, and yet even after that accomplishment at the Triumph of Ullanor that would follow, many expected Sanguinius, who had not been present for the fighting, to receive the laurels of the new rank of Warmaster as the Emperor retired back to Terra.

Such was the reputation and glamour of the Great Angel and his warriors, now seen as peerless warriors and scholars both, that few doubted Sanguinius' worthiness to act as the Emperor's proxy, though some Land Of The Dead - The Accursed - Seasons Of The Scythe to petty jealousy.

This was the apex of glory for the Blood Angels and their sire, a peak they would stand upon for only a short span and from which their fall would crack the very foundation of the Imperium. Imperial Cult devotional portrait of the Primarch Sanguinius. Just as it seemed that the Emperor's dream could be fulfilled, the Great Crusade ended in the most terrible and unimaginable way.

It came to pass that the Imperial Warmaster Horus, the greatest of the Emperor's genetic sons, fell to the temptations of the Chaos Gods and became swayed by their promises of power. He naturally sought to sway his brother Primarchs to his cause.

Horus and Sanguinius had fought many campaigns by each other's side. Their relationship was so close it had even incited jealousy amongst their brother Primarchs on occasion. But in his now-black heart Horus knew that Sanguinius would never willingly betray their father, and so he had formulated an audacious plan to either convert the Blood Angels Legion to his cause or utterly destroy them. To this end, Horus had discovered solar decades earlier a carefully guarded secret of the Blood Angels when he fought alongside Sanguinius' IX th Legion in a xenocidal campaign on the world of Melchior.

Horus had come upon his brother Primarch in a sunken ruin of an alien chapel and had witnessed the unthinkable -- Sanguinius murdering one of his own Astartes. Sanguinius explained his actions to his bewildered brother.

He had discovered that within his own genome there was a trait that lay buried and waiting to be awakened. This genetic flaw would later be known as the Red Thirst. Sanguinius had been aware of the flaw in his genome for several years, keeping the truth from the Emperor and his fellow Primarchs. Some of the Angel's sons had learned a measure of the truth, but only Azkaellon, First Captain Raldoronthe IX th Legion's Master Apothecary who remained on the Legion homeworld of Baal and a few others were fully aware of the extent of this affliction.

They were united with Sanguinius in finding a way to repair this flaw, always referred to as "the Flaw. Horus swore to his brother that he would never speak of this matter to anyone, even their father, and he would keep this promise for as long as Sanguinius wished him to.

The Angel was touched by his brother's gesture and expressed his gratitude. Horus solemnly vowed to help Sanguinius deal with the matter, however long it took. Little did they know at the Me And My Cajon Queen - Bill Lendrum - Try A Little Kindness that one day a corrupted Horus would take full advantage of this knowledge and attempt to turn the Blood Angels' Flaw against them.

Decades later, Horus exploited this knowledge of the Blood Angels' genetic deficiency. The Warmaster believed that he had found a way to sway his "beloved" brother's Legion to his cause and the service of the Chaos Gods. In his capacity as Imperial Warmaster, Horus ordered Sanguinus to gather his entire Legion and make for the Signus Cluster, a triple star system located in the Ultima Segmentum near the Eastern Fringe. Sanguinius' IX th Legion was to cleanse the 7 worlds In Training (Ever Ready For Action) - Various - Hombre: Cut Cohesion Pirate Radio Show 15 moons that comprised the Signus Cluster of xenos invaders known as the Nephilim and release the humans settled there from their xenos-overlords in what would later be known to history as the Signus Campaign.

To further entice Sanguinius, the Warmaster informed him that he had found the means by which the Blood Angels would be able to excise the darkness from within their souls, and rid themselves of the Flaw. If Sanguinius obeyed the Warmaster's command in this matter, then Horus promised him that the Blood Angels would find a new freedom.

Sanguinius had no reason to doubt Horus, for they were as close as two brothers could be. Many of their fellow Primarchs were even jealous of the closeness between the pair.

Sanguinius Tortury - Renata Przemyk - Ya Hozna the opportunity to once again prove the value of their bond. Unaware of the Warmaster's perfidy, Sanguinius willingly obeyed his brother Primarch and immediately set out for this volatile region of space. Unbeknownst to the Blood Angels, they were blindly walking into a deadly trap, for the Check It Out (Everybody) (Boris & Michis Nu Club Instrumental) - B.M.R* Featuring Felicia* - Check Cluster had fallen prey to agents of the Ruinous Powers and become a veritable Realm of Chaos -- a system of hellish Daemon Worlds under the rule of a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh known as Kyriss the Perverse.

When the Blood Angels arrived in-system, their fleet was ambushed by the malevolent daemonic forces of the Warpcrippling or killing many of their Navigators and Astropaths in the initial onslaught.

The Blood Angels now faced the true fury of Chaos for the first time. Kyriss sent an image of himself to Sanguinius, declaring his lordship over the system in the name of Slaanesh and taunting the Primarch into taking it back from him. Though they had never faced such a foe, the Blood Angels prepared their counterattack, sure that they would prevail. Rising to the challenge of the vile Greater Daemon, the Blood Angels Legion attacked the daemon host of Kyriss, launching a series of attacks across the seat of the daemon's power, the world of Signus Prime.

During the epic Crash (Full Length Version) - Feeder - Crash, Sanguinius came face-to-face with a new nightmare known as Ka'bandhaa Greater Daemon of Khorne.

During the battle that ensued, Sanguinius was sorely wounded and temporarily incapacitated. He witnessed Ka'bandha slaughter of his sons with a single blow of his mighty axe.

The psychic backlash of the deaths of so many of his sons blasted Sanguinius into unconsciousness. With the fall of their Primarch and the slaughtering of their brethren, the Blood Angels Legion was consumed by a black rage that drove them into a berserker's fury as they charged into the daemonic horde and in their madness they smashed the horde of daemons asunder.

Yet the brutal violence of the daemon Ka'Bahnda had unleashed something dark within the psyche of the Space Marines, a thirst for blood and violence that would not be slaked until every taint of Chaos had been erased from the planet.

At the same time, the Blood Angels Librarians violated the edicts of the Council of Nikaea and used their abilities to heal and revive their Primarch. Once Sanguinius awoke, he assaulted Ka'Bandha and defeated the Bloodthirster. Even the mighty Kyriss was banished back to the Immaterium by Sanguinius. Only when the planet was fully cleansed did the rage of the Blood Angels finally subside.

Though Signus had 1st Strike (Original Mix) - ATB - The DJ 4 - In The Mix freed from its thrall to the Forces of Chaosthe cost of victory was far higher than any could have wished. The strange berserker rage the Blood Angels had experienced had left a brooding shadow on their souls that would manifest in the centuries to come as the great curse later known as the Black Rage that would afflict the Blood Angels and their later Successors.

Following the end of this long, grueling campaign, the Blood Angels attempted a Warp jump towards the Throneworld. Despite the impassable torrential Ruinstorm that had been conjured by the Word Bearers during the Battle of Calththe fleet's Navigators were able to pinpoint a shining beacon, which they initially assumed was the Astronomican.

Desperate, the IX th Fleet's Navigators followed it. Sensing "safe harbour", the fleet immediately executed a Warp translation back into realspace. When they finally exited the Warp, they found themselves hundreds of light-years off course, nowhere near their targeted destination.

It was by no accident that the Blood Angels had arrived at the current, unknown destination, as Sanguinius had ordered his Navigators to strike for the strongest telepathic signal.

They had inadvertently detected the shining beacon of the alien In Training (Ever Ready For Action) - Various - Hombre: Cut Cohesion Pirate Radio Showknown as the Pharoson the distant world of Sotha. Unknowingly, the Blood Angels had traveled clear across the galaxy, and ended up in the Realms of Ultramar. Soon they were approached by a skirmish line of unidentified starships. They were hailed by the bright cobalt-blue vessels, trimmed with white and shining gold.

With the Imperium severed in two halves, isolated and ignorant of each other as a result of the raging tumult of the Ruinstorm, the light of the Astronomican was no longer visible from Ultramar and no word of the Emperor had been heard for several Terran years. Ultramarines Primarch Roboute Guilliman declared the foundation of the " Imperium Secundus " as a means of continuing the fight against the Traitors and securing the Emperor's great work.

Not long after, the Dark Angels also followed the guiding beacon of the Pharos and arrived in the Five Hundred Worlds. Lion El'Jonson was declared the Lord Protector of the realm and supreme master of all its military Elders - The Offspring - The Offspring, a title equivalent to that of " Warmaster ".

Unfortunately, the foundation of Imperium Secundus was marred when Night Lords Primarch Konrad Curzewho had been hiding within the bowels of the Dark Angels flagship, escaped from the Invincible Reason and rampaged across Macragge, intent on spreading as much terror and chaos as he could. Eventually, both Guilliman and the Lion confronted the cornered Curze. Their attempt to kill him were unsuccessful as the Night Lords Primarch had laid a cunning trap.

He brought down an entire chapel upon the two Primarchs through the use of planted explosives and fled the scene. Guilliman and the Lion were only saved through the direct intervention of the Loyalist Iron Warriors Warsmith Barabas Dantiochwho was communicating with Guilliman at the time of the attack, through a portal that was opened by the Pharos.

On instinct, the Warsmith reached through the portal and pulled the two Primarchs to safety on Sotha. Continuing his obsessive hunt for the elusive Night Haunter over the following two years, the Lion and Guilliman continuously clashed over policies, especially in regards to the security of Imperium Secundus, and how best to deal with rebels on Macragge, that the Lion was certain Curze had something to do with.

Certain that Curze was hiding within the rebellious Illyrium region, the Lion advocated the use of a massive orbital saturation bombardment of the region to ensure Curze's death. Facing resistance from both Emperor Sanguinius and Guilliman, the Lion instead, opted to deploy his Legion's Dreadwing in order to flush out Curze and the rebels. During an attack on the city of Alma Mons, the Lion finally cornered the elusive Night Lords Primarch and the two came to blows.

After a brutal confrontation, the Lion eventually emerged victorious, and questioned his brother why he had turned away from the Emperor, to which Curze simply replied, "Why not? Though he finally had Curze at his mercy, the Lion couldn't bring himself to kill his brother, and instead pummeled him again.

The Lion ripped Curze's backpack from his battle-plate and lifted him over his head, and then brutally brought him down across his knee, breaking Curze's spine and paralysing him. The Lion brought the grievously wounded Curze before Sanguinius and Guilliman to stand trial.

A Triumvirate was later held, where Curze defended his actions, but refused to admit his guilt. Since each of the Primarchs had been created to perform a specific function, Curze was merely acting according to his own nature, and therefore had committed no crimes. The Night Lords Primarch then further divided Guilliman and the Lion by accusing the latter of secretly ordering orbital bombardment in direct violation of Guilliman's orders.

Enraged, the Lion sought to kill Curze, but was halted by the words of Sanguinius and Guilliman snatched El'Jonson's Lion Sword and broke the blade across his armoured thigh. The Lion was next banished from the Imperium Secundus. Taking his leave, the Lion and the Dark Angels withdrew from Macragge only hours later.

Standing in the chamber of the Tuchulcha Engine aboard the Invincible Reasonthe Lion brooded over recent events, and questioned his actions over the course of the previous solar decades and many of the decisions he had come to regret. As the Dark Angels made their final preparations to depart back to Caliban, the Lion went back to the Tuchulcha Engine's chamber. He then ordered the device to teleport himself and Holguin, "Deathbringer", the voted-lieutenant of the Deathwingback to Macragge.

As Sanguinius was preparing to execute Curze for his crimes, both the Lion and his lieutenant teleported directly into the chamber and told Sanguinius to halt the execution. As troops entered the room, demanding the Lion to surrender, El'Jonson explained his reasons for the intrusion.

He reasoned that Curze had the ability to see precognitive visions of potential futures, and repeated the Night Haunter's claim that his death would one day come at the hands of an Assassin Trinklied D. 148 - Franz Schubert - Elly Ameling • Janet Baker • Peter Schreier • Horst R. Laubentha by the Emperor.

If this was true, the Lion reasoned, than it was proof that the Emperor was still alive. Sanguinius knew the Lion's explanation rang true, as he recognised that his own precognitive visions of his inevitable death at the hands of the Warmaster would also eventually come to pass.

When Guilliman demanded to know what would become of Curze, the Lion knelt before his two brothers and promised that he would be Curze's gaoler. Brother fought brother, with quarter neither offered nor given.

Heroes were slain, worlds burned and the Emperor's dreams of peace were shattered forever. In the midst of this darkness, the Blood Angels never wavered, but held true at the Emperor's side. Sanguinius now stepped into the void left by Horus' desertion, assuming command of the Emperor's loyal forces. In doing so, he thrust the Blood Angels into the brutal forefront of the fighting. The rivalry with the World Eaters now escalated into bitter enmity as the two Legions found themselves serving different masters, and their confrontations were to be amongst the bloodiest and hardest fought of that bloodiest of wars.

It is said that Horus hated and feared Sanguinius more than any of his brothers and wove many strategies to ensnare or slay him, though all failed. An Imperial Cult devotional portrait of the death of Sanguinius at the treacherous hands of his former brother, Horus.

For all the Moon Over Kara-Shehr - Emperor - Scattered Ashes - A Decade Of Emperial Wrath of the Emperor, for every effort of Sanguinius and the remaining Loyalist Primarchs, the forces of Horus drove all before them.

Fortunately for the Loyalist forces, the Blood Angels were present for the titanic final battle of the Horus Heresy, the Battle of Terra.

Sanguinius himself led the defence of the outer walls. Three times the Warmaster's troops gained footholds on the walls, and three times they were driven back by Sanguinius and his Blood Angels. However, while the Storm Draugar had been endowed with new, vengeful purpose, the Word Bearers were slowly devolving into rabble. Uldan and Lo'Char bickered incessantly, and eventually gave out conflicting orders, with Lo'Char calling for another great charge that would overrun the Storm Draugar and their new emplacements, and Uldan favoring retreat.

Met with such Beale Street Blues - Nat King Cole - Nat King Cole Sings His Songs From Cat Ballou And Other Motion and confusing commands, the Word Bearers forces fell into anarchy, with those loyal to Uldan pulling back to the Dread Claws, and Lo'Char's men running haphazardly to their deaths. Eventually, Lo'Char stood alone, most of those loyal to him dead and his ally having abandoned him and taken the fleet.

But the Beast fought to the bitter end, bleeding dry the last of his cultists and what few mad Legionaries still followed him. To this very day his body still rests upon that grave spike, axe still clutched in his skeletal hand, held there by some unnatural force. To this day what remains of Nethruias' Warband still wages war upon the Storm Draugar.

They are known now as the Everchosen, and their endless war constantly ravages the River of Exiles. The Everchosen remain grievously shamed, for their failure at the Siege of Lupercal's Folly saw them condemned by the Dark Council, excomunicated from the holy brotherhood of the Word Bearers until they redeem themselves. But their faith in the Dark Gods keeps the fires of their zeal burning bright, and their hunger for redemption makes them all the more bold in their endless war for conquest.

Under the ruthless leadership of Uldan the Spear, now known as Uldan the Everchosen, they have become a force to be reckoned with. Lord Murdok would rule for four-hundred years, his influence and power over Lupercal's Folly growing exponentially.

Soon the run down vessel was alive again with activity and the fires of industry burned within her breast. Lord Murdok focused intently rebuilding Lupercal's Folly and the Storm Draugar in his image, directing all resources to the construction of weapons, vehicles, and recruitment of In Training (Ever Ready For Action) - Various - Hombre: Cut Cohesion Pirate Radio Show Chaos Marines.

It was to this end that his sizable cabal of former Iron Warriors Warpsmiths and mad Hereteks, headed by the genius Hurlok Zahz, toiled ceaselessly. Lupercal's Folly became alive once more, with teaming ranks of mortals working tirelessly, driving the engines of industry and commerce that grew the once barren fortress into a sprawling world within its own right. With all this wealth and influence, the Storm Draugar eventually redoubled their losses from the siege, and were ready to pillage the stars once again.

But all was not well within the Storm Draugar, for there had long been murmurs of dissent, and now, at the end of the period of rebuilding, many were whispering of open rebellion. For while Murdok was an exceptional administrator and commander, he was also an arrogant, self righteous elitist.

His behavior had made him very few in the way of allies within the Draugars command structure, with most of the other Draugar Lords that had sprung up during his rule resented the weight of his command. Lord Murdok often viewed himself and his pure Iron Warrior followers as far above the rest of the Warband's ranks, and made only a token effort to hide it. He made certain that the Chaos Marines that served within his Storm were of the purest Iron Warriors gene-seed, and ensured that they be armed with the finest equipment and luxuries available.

He would regularly spurn other Draugar Lords and made certain to marginalize their achievements whenever compared to his own. His ego had even begun to spread disgruntlement amongst the beginnings of what would become the Firi Arsa, the cabal of Warpsmiths, Sorcerers, and Hereteks that maintained Lord Murdoks technological stranglehold over Lupercal's Folly. Chief amongst these dissenters was the old Luna Wolf, Brother Krandred.

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The Storm Draugar were a brotherhood of the wronged in a way, of those cast out and disdained by the Legions. They were men with true vengeance and hate in their hearts, and this bonded them together as battle brothers. Murdok was a pompous fool, still clinging to the bygone glory of the Legions, seeking to claim the recognition that he felt robbed of when he served within the Iron Warriors.

He cared only for his own status and nothing else, seeing all the progress made under his rule as nothing more but an extension of his own ego. A conformation of his so called greatness. Brother Krandred would sooner see the Iron Lord dead then let his pathetic self aggrandizement split the Storm Draugar into civil war. Slowly, a plot was formed, conspirators gathered, and a plan set into motion. They called themselves the Brotherhood of Folly, and they acted in secret to sabotage the Iron Lords reign and eventually cast him and his supporters down into the darkest depths of Lupercal's Folly.

At their head Lights - The Energy - Realize Your Sin Brother Krandred, an old wolf, who still had teeth yet to bare. In late M34, the native creatures of Lupercal's Follythe savage Mournscreams, rose up in a semi-organized rebellion.

The initial skirmishes were small, localized battles between patrolling cultist and traitor guard forces and Warbands of Mournscream warriors, but the conflict quickly spiraled into a full blown war after the Massacre of Block The Massacre was a shocking turn of events, an entire brigade of disciplined traitor guard, utterly butchered in an organized ambush.

It was then that the Iron Lord stepped in, deploying several squads of Chaos Marines to put down and ultimately exterminate the Mournscreams tribes.

With the combined might of the Storm Draugar and their mortal servants, the Mournscream tribes were utterly devastated in several brutal battles in the lower levels of Lupercal's Folly.

However, before the final feral tribes of Mournscreams could be exterminated, Lord Murdok requested that several specimens be captured and examined by members of the Firi Arsa for potential use as war beasts.

Recent events having demonstrated the capability of the primitive Mournscream warriors, Lord Murdok decreed that the creatures were to be harnessed by the Warband as skirmishers and assassins. The remaining tribes were left to their foul pits deep within the most inhospitable regions of Lupercal's Folly, while teaming hordes of the beasts were bred in the Flesh Pits to serve the Storm Draugar. The grand conspiracy to overthrow Lord Murdok took many years to prepare, and the Brotherhood of Folly treated utter disaster with every step.

The scope of conspirators transcended the ranks of just the Storm Draugar themselves, as there were even lowly slaves involved in its undertaking at the highest levels. But none save Brother Krandred himself knew the full plan, only the specific role they had in it.

However, the Iron Lord had grown increasingly paranoid, having constructed the Gargoyle Daemon Engine to deter would-be assassins and ensuring his bodyguard, known as the Dhorn Iarann Iron Fists in Cthonian were always armed to the teeth.

He had already had several ranking members of the Warband assassinated or imprisoned within his dungeon, and was aware of his growing number of enemies and malcontents.

The Brotherhood of Folly acted with the utmost secrecy, and soon their plot was ready. Utilizing Thick As Thieves - Kasabian - West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum agents within the Firi Arsa, the Brotherhood of Folly disabled the ancient turrets and machines of war that covered the whole of Lupercal's Folly. Two centuries of planning suddenly sprung forth as the ancient machines went offline, and the Brotherhood's agents rose up in arms.

Lord Murdok's loyalist forces were outnumbered, and without the ancient defense mechanisms, were overwhelmed as they battled within the black streets of Lupercal's Folly. Lord Mudrok sent forth his various Daemon Engines and most capable champions, but soon found such forces merely stalled the rampaging dissidents to his rule.

The Brotherhood of Folly's forces seemed to be possessed of an unbreakable zeal, their numbers should have meant nothing when comparied to the might of his Daemon Engines, but they withstood their casualties without faltering, grievously harming what remained of the Iron Lord's forces within the habitat proper. Now, hiding within his citadel, Lord Murdok heard a voice broadcast across the whole of Lupercal's Folly, on every vox channel, and upon every holo-screen, a face was projected.

At first, the dumbfounded Iron Lord thought it was Horus himself, returned as a revenant to haunt the disloyal who had abandoned his Crusade eons ago.

But the booming voice that came from the lips of that haggard and battle scarred face left no question, Malak Blackspawn had returned. And revealed to all the depths of Lord Murdoks treachery. When the Greatest of Draugar Lords was grievously wounded by Dark Apostle Netheriaus the Black during the Siege of Lupercal's Folly, his brother and bodyguard had attempted to return their lord behind friendly lines for intimidate medical attention. Instead they were ambushed by agents of the Iron Lord, forced to flee deep into the depths of Lupercal's Folly while the battle above still raged.

Lost in those depths, hounded by the darkest horrors of the deepest pits of the ancient station, Ingar Blackspawn and his handful of loyalists managed to survive and nurse Malak back to health in spite of his grievous wounds.

Now returned, Malak Blackspawn made promises of vengeance, of utter ruination to those who still dared serve the will of the cowardly usurper.

With this, Lord Murdok's greatest and most trusted champion, Geudan, betrayed the Iron Lord in a desperate attempt on his life. Slaughtering the Dhorn Iarann to all but a man, Geudan was struck down by the Iron Lord, but his death would herald the end for Lord Murdok as his men defected to the Brotherhood and Malak Blackspawn himself kicked down the doors to his throne room, stepping over the dying forms of the Iron Lord's bodyguard and forcing the usurper to kneel at his feet.

In the aftermath, over a hundred traitor marines lay dead, and Lupercal's Folly lay ravaged from the battle. Lord Murdok and several of his lieutenants were spared, only by the intervention of Ingar Blackspawn, who reasoned that the Warband had already pointlessly lost a great deal of capable warriors over this inane squabbling. Having stayed his brother's hand, Ingar instead proposed that, if Lord Murdok lusted for the throne so badly, he would be given one instead.

From then on, Lord Murdok's supporters would be scattered across the provinces of the Storm Draugar's holdings, never to make contact with one another on pain of death, and the Iron Lord himself was made the Garrison Lord of Lupercal's Folly, little more than a glorified watchman, now subject to all the mundane drudgery of maintaining order upon and within the immediate space of Lupercal's Folly.

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With the Warband once again under their command and the numbers of the Storm Draugar swelling thanks to the reforms of the now deposed Iron Lord, the Blackspawns set forth to wage the Long War properly upon their foes. Amassing their Storms and armies of traitor guard, cultists, mutants, and Hereteks, the Storm Draugar maraud across the galaxy, raiding and pillaging with abandon, Piitsukkut - Aasiviup Kalattuna / Inuiaat Naqisimaneqartugut Kattutta! out ancient heretical tomes and weapons long since lost, ravaging vast swaths of space in their wake.

Constantly at war with other factions within the River, the Storm Draugar have only survived due to their sheer tenacity, cunning, and ferocity. For it is only this savagery that has earned them the attentions of the Dark Gods, and they are surely pleased with even these backwards warriors of Chaos so long as they continue to corrupt the innocent and bring death and mayhem to the stars.

Storm Draugar Gene-Seed has long since been a quagmire of mixed and mutated genes, prone to bestial mutations and various mental and behavioral disorders. Due to the bastard nature of the seed, Storm Draugar are naturally animalistic and savage, suffering from various carnal lusts and base desires. Many Storm Draugar are known to particularly enjoy the taste of human flesh, and often indulge in their savage hunger with alarming outbursts of cannibalistic fury, readily disemboweling both opponents and civilian targets alike and eating them alive.

However, Storm Draugar gene-seed is actually surprisingly stable given the eons much of it has spent bathed in Warp energy. This is due to the amazing archotechnology and blasphemous processes utilized by the Firi Arsa, the Storm Draugar's vile cult of mad scientists and sorcerers, dedicated to strange biotechnology and genetic manipulation.

Thus, while inherently unstable and heavily flawed, Storm Draugar gene-seed should, by all rights, be untenable with the corruption and mixing it has experienced. It should also be noted that the Storm Draugar tend to tailor new gene-seed to a case by case basis as most gene-seed must be crafted from what genetic samples Warband has on hand.

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These rare samples are sometimes cultivated to increase the amount in stock, but given the sheer value of these rare samples, even the act of cultivation is often considered dangerous as the possibility of corrupting or even losing the pure sample is too likely for the taste of even some of the most radical members of the Firi Arsa.

The Storm Draugar have access to powerful weapons thanks in no small part to their Star Fortress and alliance with the Dark Forge World of Shear, both of which house great forges that make possible the production of such technology. As such the Warband can call on thousands of vat grown recruits from these gene labs, known infamously as the Flesh Pits.

Relic Sonic Blasters: Strange and elegant weapons supposedly forged eons before the Imperium and found now in the hands of the chosen champions of the Fourteenth Storm, lead by Dead By Dawn - Pity Party - Do A Little Dance infamous Draugar Lord Onas Krel.

These weapons are designed to look more akin to an instrument, complete with strings and tuners. But these are no mere musical apparatuses, these are weapons forged from the blackest pits of the Warp itself. It is said that the strings are actually forged from the souls of the most fair mortal singers, and that with each pluck of the string their wails of agony and torment convalesce into a blast of soul rending sonic power.

Lupercal-Pattern Razor Saber: More common but nonetheless coveted weapons amongst the rank Chill (Booker T Jazz Hip Hop) - Urban Knights - Chill file of the Storm Draugar's cultists, the Razor Sabre is a serrated mono-edged blade known for its grizzly affect on flesh and bone. It's serrated edges rip chunks of flesh from the body and slash through bone and armor.

Thanks to its mono-edge, it rarely becomes bone-stuck in spite of its serrated design. This makes it a reliable and savage weapon, capable of cutting down hordes of foes with cleave after cleave. However, the Bastard Bolter does not provide exactly the same amount of killing power as a standard Bolter scaled to a Space Marines superhuman strength and size, though one would see little difference in a wound caused by either. While the weapon suffers due to its reduced range, clip size, and power it makes up for this with increased reliability and maneuverability.

It is also light and short barreled enough for a Chaos Marine to fire this weapon one handed with ease, thus making it a popular sidearm when compared to the ubiquitous Bolt Pistol. Lupercal-Pattern Chainhammer: A brutish and savage weapon favored by the Warbands strongest and most fearsome Champions, the Lupercal-Pattern Chainhammer is a tool of wanton murder and destruction. Differing from standard models in that the pommel is outfitted with a brutal power spike and the particularly thick teeth of the saw, the Lupercal-Pattern Chainhammer is particularly deadly against armored targets.

Lupercal-Pattern Lasrifle: Bulky and baroque, the Lupercal-Pattern Lasrifle is common amongst groups of Traitor Guard under the Storm Draugar's command and among the better equipped units of cultists and pirates that serve the Warband.

Though inelegant in design and much heavier than the ubiquitous M-Galaxy Pattern Lasgun of the Imperium, the Lupercal-Pattern Lasrifle makes up for these shortcomings in raw fire power, the power pack being larger and more potent than in Mechanicus approved designs. Furthermore, its length has been crafted of what appears to be reinforced materials, making it more durable and survivable in a close combat situation. Lupercal-Pattern Lighting Claw: A gruesome weapon that follows the more archaic design of the Heresy-era Lighting Claws which featured articulated finger-claws, the Lupercal-Pattern Lighting Claw is defined by the large swooped knuckle guard.

Designed to parry incoming blows and create openings for the gruesome serrated claws to plunge into the flesh and bone of the foe, scything through armor like parchment. Lupercal-Pattern Bolter: While most Storm Draugar still wield the very same bolters they carried in the days of the Horus Heresy, some have invariably had to find replacements as the Long War drags on.

The Lupercal-Pattern Bolter is noted as slightly sleeker in design than the more modern Godwyn-Pattern, and has crescent clips not unlike the ancient Phobos-Pattern Bolters utilized in the most early days of the Great Crusade. The Lupercal-Pattern Bolter is noted fire bolts of a slightly higher caliber than the standard Godwyn-Pattern, and is most commonly fired in a five-round burst mode for maximum kinetic impact. Thus, the forces of the Storm Draugar tend to be most deadly at mid to close range, where controlled bursts can easily bring down foe after foe before closing in for the kill.

Lupercal-Pattern Heavy Bolter: While not exceptionally common due to the less than formalized arsenal of the Storm Draugar, the Lupercal-Pattern Heavy Bolter is becoming more and more prevalent as wargear from the old days of the Horus Heresy is lost.

Differing from the standard Heavy Bolter in that the Lupercal-Pattern reverts to the older shoulder-mounted design common during the Great Crusade, marginally increasing the stability of the weapon and making it easier to snap-fire on the move.

The Lupercal-Heavy Bolter is often built with an ammo pack similar to those found on modern loyalist Devastator units, so similar in fact that it is often assumed that they were simply stolen from fallen loyalists. Dread Plate- A rarer form of possessed wargear among the Storm Draugar, usually worn by particularly reverent or fanatic Champions and Aspiring Champions, the Dread Plate is a form of possessed Power Armor that has been imbued with one or several Furies.

Dread Plate is essentially identical to normal Chaos Marine power armor in most respects, save for a few "enhancements" depending on the nature of the daemons within. As Furies change color and behavior depending on which Chaos God is currently at the peak of its power, so too will the armor be imbued with certain properties on its creation. Additionally, if the armor is forged at a time of relative balance between the great four, which is a rare event indeed, the Dread Plate will be at its most potent.

It will inspire fear and awe in all who look upon it, grant the user great speed and strength, and be both extremely durable and resistant to psychic assaults.

Lupercalian Cyber Mastiffs Pit Devils - A vicious and savage breed of war hound utilized by the Storm Draugar to savage the enemies ranks and run down retreating infantry, the Lupcercalian Cyber Mastiff, or Pit Devils as they are known by the Draugar and residents of Lupercal's Folly, are war beasts of a deadly caliber.

Originally bred and equipped for the savage gladiatorial arenas of Lupercal's Follyincluding the infamous Proving Grounds, it is a small wonder that the Pit Devils would find a place on the battlefields of the 41st Millennium.

Armed with brutal rending claws, melta cutters, and adamantium jaws studded with diamond hard teeth, a single Lupercalian Cyber Mastiff is a fearsome foe. In a pack, they are a terror rivaled only by their masters. Pit Devils are built for speed and aggression, being of a slim but muscular physique.

Their bionics are crafted with care to ensure that they do not hinder the beasts natural speed and agility, while augmenting their power and aggression tenfold.

Expert hunters, there are few things that can escape a pack of Pit Devils, and even fewer that can withstand their onslaught once they close the distance. Lupcercalian Cyber Mastiffs are often under the care of a Chaos Marine beastmaster, who tends to his pack well, and often relishes the hunt just as much as they do. Fiend-Class Raider: A unique Raider-Class vessel utilized only by the Storm Draugar, built solely in the shipyards of Nimrod's Wisdom, the Fiend-Class Raider is a ship dreaded and feared by both loyalist and traitor alike within the depths of the River of Exiles and beyond.

Noted for it's sheer speed and potency of its armament, the Fiend-Class Raider is essentially a "torpedo boat", it's slim hold filled with deadly Melta Torpedoes for utterly savaging large capital ships and Boarding Torpedoes for boarding smaller vessels in piratical actions.

En masse, Fiend-Class Raiders can create a solid wall of endless torpedo barrage, relentlessly hammering at the enemy fleet before swiftly pulling away before any retaliatory fire can be leveled against it. However, the Fiend-Class Raider suffers from the usual pitfalls of it's class, being relatively fragile when compared to the greater Cruisers and Battleships, and lacking much in the way of firepower from its gun batteries. Thus the Fiend-Class Raider is ill-equipped to deal with other Escort-Class vessels, but a nightmare for larger capital ships.

The Storms are also known for their relentless assaults and nigh unbreakable moral. This is in part due to the culture of the Warband, cultivated by the Blackspawn brother's own ruthless ways, and also due to the nature of the Storm Draugar.

They are renegades amongst renegades, marked men and betrayers of sacred oaths. They know that only death awaits them, one way or another. Thus they are utterly savage, willing to fight so long as they die with their hands around the throat of the enemy.

They will fight where only the most glorious combat can be had, on open fields or in the choked city streets, for every Draugar wishes to die gloriously, to take thousands of his foes with him. Thus the Draugar seek out the strongest of the enemies forces, seeking glory in either death against a worthy foe or in bloody victory for the Dark Gods. An emphasis is placed on mechanized and mass infantry assaults, either via troop transports or tanks, with squads of daemons and infantry in support of these armored advances.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Marines themselves and the mighty Daemon Engines act as a reflexive force, deployed to eliminate areas of high resistance and capture high value locations. The average Storm Draugar assault is a brutal and savage one, like a wave, sweeping away all resistance in a relentless march of blade and bolt.

Thus, the Chaos Marine's Rhinos are of paramount importance to the success of their assaults, as they allow the rank and file Chaos Marines to engage these areas of greater resistance. Without the Chaos Marines in tow, the Daemon Engines are left without without vital infantry support, allowing the beasts to be picked off piecemeal by massed anti-armor units. Without their mechanized forces, the Storm Draugar's sweeping advance stalls greatly, creating gaps and sabotaging their cohesion.

Such a stall could very well be the death knell of the Warbands forces on the field of war. When it comes to battles in the depths of the void, the Storm Draugar strike with ruthless aggression, launching themselves forth with great zeal to obliterate and board the enemies vessels. This is a result of their piratical nature, as much of their fleets ranks are replenished from what they can steal from their enemies.

Thus, the Storm Masters are famously aggressive and relentless commanders, pushing their fleets forward in savage displays of blood lust. This does leave them open to clever counterattacks however, and if the foe can withstand the initial onslaught, they can be easily mired in brutal exchanges. The Storm Draugar are organized into various battle fleets spread throughout the Galaxy, each returning to Lupercal's Folly to resupply, these battle fleets are referred to as Storms.

However, each Storm also has its own armored and infantry forces comprised of cultists, traitor guardsmen, pirates and Janissaries, allowing Storms to overwhelm the foe with manpower as well as with the elite skill of their Marines. Storm Masters are in command of the given Storms fleet while the Draugar Lords command the forces on the ground personally. The Storm Masters are always the second in command, only rising to the rank of Draugar Lord when their master is no longer fit to command.

Legates are different from the usual Champions in that they are chosen for their leadership and gravitas, as opposed to raw combat skill. This does not make them any less deadly however, as their measured brutality and controlled strength of arms make them ideal forward commanders to their squads. They strike deep into the heart of the enemy, slaughtering them where they are at their strongest.

No walls can hold them back, no trench line can stall their advance. They sweep over the enemy with blade and bolt, leaving nothing alive. Meanwhile the elite Janissaries are grouped into disciplined regiments known as Companies, each led by a Captain. These units are relatively few in number, usually only a few hundred strong. Therefore, the utilize their elite training and advanced wargear in small unit tactics, acting as a scalpel to the Marines mailed fist and cultists cudgel.

Then there are the Traitor Guardsmen and their pirate counterparts, who are often grouped together due to similarities in armament and function.

These men are grouped into large Regiments, armed with run of the mill military grade equipment of quality that varies as much as their level of training.

Usually these regiments are led by an individual known as a Lieutenants, and their forces usually consist of a few thousand men at the most. However, larger Regiments may be led by men with rank equal to an Imperial Colonel. These Generals, and the men they lead, usually come from one of the worlds of the Blackspawn Dominion. These hellish armies of the lost and damned are often the backbone of the Storms, raised from their native hellworlds before the grand march and thirsty for the blood of all who would stand against their masters.

They bring with them, not only trained soldiers, but also tanks, aircraft, and all other manner of wargear. Then there are the cultists, who are, as one would imagine, Picnic - Unknown Artist - The Original Star Trek Box most numerous of the Storm Draugars forces.

Therefore, they are also the most disposable. Most of these damned souls come from all manner of places. Some were born on Lupercal's FollyMatts Mood - Matt Bianco - Whose Side Are You On lived under the boot of the Blackspawns for generations.

Others come from all across the River of Exiles, once slaves of other Warbands or populations payed as tax by the Dominion worlds to their Astartes masters. Whatever their histories, the cultists are borne of great zeal and devotion, for the capricious will of the Dark Gods is truly their only hope for survival. Clad in improvised armor and given only the most basic of arms, the cultists rely on their sheer numbers and tenacious resolve to win victory for their cruel overlords.

Their numbers are expended with the same or even less amount of care than boltshells, and yet they would never dare to stand against their masters. Cultist have no definitive command structure, though in their anarchic numbers do have some form of leadership in the shape of various demagogues and champions who have clawed their way to the top of the heap.

Still, these champions are subservient to even the lowest Traitor Guardsman, and is often viewed with contempt by the Janissaries and their Storm Draugar masters.

The Third Storm is the only one that does not leave the Blackspawn Dominion. This is due to the early treachery of its Draugar Lord, Lord Murdok. The Iron Warrior sought to usurp the Blackspawn brothers following their apparent disappearance during the Siege of Lupercal's Folly, believing the duo to be dead. However, when the Blackspawns returned from their sojourn in the depths of Lupercal's Folly he was punished, not with a painful death as Malak would have wished, but instead "rewarded" for his care in the stead of the Blackspawn brothers with the office of Lord of the Garrisons.

Now Lord Murdok and his mockingly dubbed "Warmongers" guard Lupercal's Folly and defending the worlds of the Dominion while the other Storms are out seizing glory for the Dark Gods.

Lord Murdok sits upon his iron throne, eternally brooding, forever malcontent. He must deal with mundane issues such as policing trade, dealing with upstarts and collecting taxes from the Dominion worlds. Such an insulting station is by far beneath him, but he dares not tread the path of the scheming betrayer, for while no Space Marine fears death, Lord Murdok has grown quite fond of living.

The Storm Draugar possess a mighty fleet of both warships and smaller raiding vessles, accumilated over the eons from various vanquished foes and eager converts. Every Storm has its own corrisponding warfleet, commanded by a Storm Master. Though varied in their composition, generally the Warfleets of the Storm Draugar are made up of Heavy Cruisers and smaller Battleships, their fleets made for fast and bloody raids and orbital bombardment.

The Storm Draugar tend to seek the killing blow against the enemy fleet whilst minimalizing any and all casualties they may suffer, thus they prefer fast and heavily armed warships, all the better for running down fleeing vessles and striking the deathblow to other warfleets.

A cluster of seven planets that are subservient to, or allied with, the Storm Draugar, these planets form the backbone of the Storm Draugar's supply network and are their primary source for recruitment. These planets are also the basis for the Warbands territorial power, and keeps them well defended in the River of Exiles while the Storms are off on crusade. The worlds are as follows:.

This is due mostly to the great power Lady Barbarossa wields with her nigh innumerable armies and her nearly godlike powers as a psyker. It this current arrangement sees the Lady of Pain contributing a tax in manufactured goods and surplus population to the Storm Draugar in return for a mutually beneficial military alliance and protection under the Storm Draugar's banner.

Deredrum also benefits in trade with other Dominion worlds, though nearly half of its armed forces are at the Storm Draugar's beck and call. The Warband provides the cabals of scheming magi with raw resources from other subservient worlds in exchange for weapons technology and the support of The Employee - Various - Lyd Fra Et Veikryss 2 Ferrox.

As it currently stands, Tumult, the A. For its contribution, the station is given the lofty status of a protectorate, allowing for near total self governance, and given an organic workforce and garrison as a gesture of good faith on the part of Storm Draugar. Each one has proven himself worthy of fighting at the side of the Greatest of Draugar Lords. Some are what remains if the infamous Squad Hector, a group of Justaerin Terminators led by Malak during the Great Crusade, the rest are champions both young and old, individuals who have proven their prowess as warriors beyond a shadow of a doubt.

These elite warriors are given the best weaponry the Warband can provide, and clad in suits of savage Chaos Terminator Armor. Generally speaking they Right Up On - Oliver Lake Featuring FLUX Quartet - Right Up On armed for melee combat, as their master has little patience for firefights.

On the battlefield, the Sciatha Fuath are less bodyguard and more of a screen for their lord, ensuring that none interrupt his fearsome duels with enemy commanders and eliminating the chaff unworthy of his blade. Elite warriors drawn from all areas of the Warband, the Roghan Scrios "Chosen Destroyers" or "Selected Killers" in Tunnel Tongue are the hand picked warriors of their superiors.

Usually clad in ancient Chaos Artificer Armor or Terminator Armor and outfitted with the finest weapons within the Warband's fell arsenal, Roghan Scrios are nightmarish force for any foe to encounter.

Even other Chosen warriors of the Traitor Legions will be weary of doing battle with the Roghan Scrios, for they are of the renegade ranks of the Storm Draugar, inured more than most in the art of combating their fellow Traitors. However, the very nature of their rank often leads to internal strife, as each of these veterans aspire to be the greatest in the Warband, and Chaos Marines, regardless of their creed, do not accept others to stand in the way of their goals for long. Internecine rivalries between squads of Roghan Scrios or within said squads can quickly turn into full blown vendettas.

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These Chaos Marines have tread upon countless battlefields and have weathered wars that would break all but the strongest. Many of them have served the Blackspawns since the days of the Horus Heresy and the Scouring, while some have been born deep within the most secret depths of the Flesh Pits, bred to dominate in even the most dire battles. Roghan Scrios are either the personal honor guard of a given Draugar Lord, where they can go into battle alongside these key individuals, or they are formed into elite assault squads, where their eons of combat experience and apocalyptic blessings of the Dark Gods can spell doom for entire armies.

This group of madmen is a result of the great arcane labs that rest within the upper center of Lupercal's Folly coupled with the Storm Draugars willingness to take in such In Training (Ever Ready For Action) - Various - Hombre: Cut Cohesion Pirate Radio Show individuals. As their name would imply, the Firi Arsa's members specialize in forms of biotechnology, from the complex ordeal of Gene-Seeding new Chaos Marines, to treating or even inducing mutations brought on by the Warp.

Other such scientific and occult endeavors are regularly undertaken, though Baptism By Fire - AC/DC - Rock Or Bust focus of many are on the effects of such disciplines upon the physiology of living things.

Careful studies on Daemonic Possessions, cultivation of Nurglite plagues, powerful weaponized bionics, and even xenotechnology are all fields of study for these more scholarly champions of the Dark Gods. And even then, the Cults members are also in positions of influence over fields such as weapons production and research, making them adept weaponsmiths and engineers as well as biotechnicians.

It is their ranks that maintain the infamous Flesh Pits, from which a vast array of horrors and abominations are spawned to serve the Warband. A great deal of these creatures are failures, hideous monstrosities and mutant beasts that were likely best kept sealed away in a dank dungeon or thrown into the proving grounds than released upon the enemy.

Other, successful results go on to either become Chaos Marines, bred and trained to the exacting standards of Hurlok Zhaz to serve the Warband, or they become Flesh Pit Janissaries, elite infantry that are ideal for battlefield tasks that are beyond even the ranks of traitor guardsmen, but have need for subtly or force of numbers that Chaos Marines cannot deliver.

Notice that Harriet gets slighted at a ball and on the love market. We think not. We might be playing fast and loose with our symbols here, but it seems to us that these outsiders serve pretty much the same purpose in the novel. Scary, dirty, probably smelly people. Terrorizing the townspeople seems to be their only purpose in life. The gypsies and the thieves help us to understand that Highbury is a social entity which needs to be protected from the dangers of the outside world. Well, yes. As it turns out, the only people who seem to need protecting are actually pretty silly themselves.

Harriet and Mr. Woodhouse might be justified in their fears of the gypsies and the thieves, respectively. Or they could just be melodramatic. They could also be perfectly harmless — which would mean that Harriet and Mr. Setting: Highbury, England. The first decades of the nineteenth century Choosing a tiny, tiny little town as the setting of Emma is not a big stretch for Jane Austen.

Come to think of it, Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, and Sense and Sensibility are all set in pretty rural areas. See, everybody in Highbury knows everything about everybody else.

That means that all the little quirks and odd habits of each person in town are well and widely-known facts. There may not be any heroes — but because of this, Austen can show us how irritating, silly, and even lovable most ordinary people are. Hartfield, Emma and Mr. Just about any excursions away from Hartfield become Momentous Occasions in Mr.

Knightley walks from Donwell Abbey to Hartfield just about everyday. Check out our thoughts on Mr. But it does reinforce our main point: Hartfield is THE house in the novel.

Oh — and a few quick notes about the nineteenth century: horses, not cars that means travel is very, very slow ; riddle books, not reality TV; balls, not shows. And no dating. At least not outside the view of every single busybody in town. Specifically, Emma takes place in a tiny decade known as the Regency. For example, Emma argues that "where little minds belong to rich people in authority, […] they have a knack of swelling out, till they are quite as unmanageable as great ones.

Woodhouse who occasions the observation that "Matrimony, as the origin of change, was always disagreeable. But the confusion that this causes is part of the fun. Moments of description also open up to give a sense of broader social consensus.

Austen is remarkably insistent on these constant comparisons: in a way, they nudge us, as readers, into occupy places similar to those occupied by real characters. Knightley say about this? Genre: Satire, Comedy, Coming-of-Age, Romance Emma is a big mish-mash of funny stuff, love, funny stuff, growing up, and more funny stuff. We could call it high jinks with a good dose of heartbreak.

In fact, we think we will. And they might even turn out to be true. So that covers why we think that this is a coming-of-age romance.

Emma grows up a bit and she marries Mr. But why a satire? Satires often offer detailed, witty criticisms of people, places, or social systems. But what or who is being satirized? Well, we could say Mrs. After all, as Emma often reflects, there are only so many occupations which a woman can undertake. As she says, "Woman's usual occupations of hand and mind will be as open to me then as they are now; or with no important variation.

If I draw less, I shall read more; if I give up music, I shall take to carpet-work. We already know that drawing and playing piano bore her. Why is it that everybody gossips about everybody else? Why are manners so ridiculously important? Oftentimes they are. If Austen is ridiculing Highbury as a whole, then, is she always poking fun at her characters?

Can we take anything she says seriously? She does seem to have some affection for her characters — she takes the time, for example, to show us how good Emma is to her father and to the poor.

We like to think of satire as a sort of blazing fire: it burns away lots of the ridiculous stuff that cloaks characters, but that allows the truly human and respectable aspects of their roles to shine through.

Tone: Ironically Sympathetic Or sympathetically ironic. Take your pick. Take Mr. Serving gruel to everyone who comes to his house seems like a nice way to resolve this tension, right?

The official term for this is "free indirect discourse," and Austen was one of the first authors to use it well. Check out moments when the narrator or is it Emma? Making the most of this ambiguity helps Austen to craft a pretty well-developed sense of irony about the social world she invents. Not everything is under control, though. Check out the start of Mr. They indicate the hurried and anxious rush of feeling that Mr.

Knightley is about to release. Austen may not allow her narrator to enter into Mr. Take, for example, any extended speech by Miss Bates. This is meeting quite in fairy-land! Quite wonderful how she does her hair!

Hughes I declare—and Mrs. Must go and speak to Dr. Hughes for a moment. Naming a book after its main character makes it easy for us. So why Emma? Either way, as soon as Austen names her novel after Emma, we expect everything to revolve around her.

And, as it turns out, Mrs. She has to get her account of it from her husband! Before we get too carried away with hating Mrs. So keep that whiny, high-pitched voice of Mrs. Amazingly enough, Austen pans away from the main action of her tale frequently.

Remember Harriet and the gypsies? What we do get, however, is a sense of how the main story — Harriet and the gypsies, or Emma and Mr. Knightley — gets re-worked and re-told by different members of their community. Sort of like a novel. Back to Mrs. Elton, though. Why does she get the last word? What else could they be about? In other words, Emma gets married. But what does Jane think about this? Austen hates happy endings. This seems a bit counter-intuitive, since Emma does get the guy she loves in the end.

But Austen refuses to let us dwell on this, removing any possibility that readers could get sappy and sentimental by emphasizing the criticism which always seems to follow happy people in her novels. You could think of the novel as a balloon: Austen spends most of her time blowing it up into a nice, happy, floating bubble — and then, right at the end, she sticks a pin in it. Emma: Quotes Quote 1: "doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgments, but directed chiefly by her own.

The real evils, indeed, of Emma's situation were the power of having rather too much her own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself Knightley, in fact, was one of the few people who could see faults in Emma Woodhouse, and the only one who ever told her of them If she can hesitate as to "Yes," she ought to say "No" directly. It is so much beyond anything I deserve. One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

Elton's consequence only could surpass. Elton's acknowledging herself the inferior in thought, word, or deed; or in her being under any restraint beyond her own scanty rule of good breeding.

I cannot imagine that she will not be continually insulting her visitor with praise, encouragement, and offers of service; that she will not be continually detailing her magnificent intentions from the procuring her a permanent situation to the including her in those delightful exploring parties which are to take place in the barouche-landau. It was his duty. Pardon me, but you will be limited as to number--only three at once. But it should be so no more. In the warmth of true contrition she would call upon her the very next morning, and it should be the beginning, on her side, of a regular, equal, kindly intercourse.

It was with him of so simple, yet so dignified a nature. She could not but recall the attempt with great satisfaction. Here have we been the whole winter and spring, completely duped, fancying ourselves all on an equal footing of truth and honour, with two people in the midst of us who may have been carrying round, comparing and sitting in judgment on sentiments and words that were never meant for both to hear.

Knightley must marry no one but herself! Emma: Questions Do you think that Emma has given up matchmaking for good? Could a man be the central character of this novel? Why or why not? Will Emma and Mr. Knightley be happy, or not?

What passages in the text make you think so? Elton one last time. After all, Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own. If so, how? Does Emma ever really learn her lesson when it comes to matchmaking? Is the moment when Emma insults Miss Bates the low point for her character? What other mistakes might be her worst moments?

Does he actually change by the end of the novel? Emma never really learns from her mistakes. By Highbury standards, what is a good marriage? Do any examples of good marriages exist in this novel? Why does Emma think that Robert Martin is such a horrible candidate for a husband? Is this a realistic assessment? Why does the novel start with Mr. Weston already married? How might it change our view of Mrs. Weston if she were Miss Taylor at the beginning?

Although Emma and Mr. How are these other matches In Training (Ever Ready For Action) - Various - Hombre: Cut Cohesion Pirate Radio Showand how does that narration differ? We learn about this in a letter — how does that affect the way we understand their romance? How does this relate to the other letters in their storyline?

Does it matter that the letter is passed from Mrs. Weston to Emma before we see it? The convoluted way in which Emma and Mr. How does Mr. Is Emma really concerned about preserving Donwell Abbey for her nephew?

If not, why does she use this as an excuse? Is Hartfield and not Highbury the center of the novel? How does this shape the ways that we understand his character?

How is this different than, say, our understanding of Mr. Domestic life becomes the unrecognized focal point of Emma: marriage is just another way to start up new forms of home life. Why do you think this is? Oxiayal Abaivoninu - Vukodlak - Lycanthropic Aspirations argued that Austen ends the novel with Mrs. What do you think? Is Miss Bates actually respectable?

Is Mr. What determines respectability? To what extent do good manners determine social standing? What other factors influence social status? Why does Emma need Mr. Knightley to point out her errors?

Would she have figured out her mistakes on her own? Does Mr. Knightley change over the course of the novel? Where specifically do you see this change? How so? Can we actually imagine Jane as a governess? Does the novel present this as a realistic possibility? Society only recognizes one real transformative experience for women: marriage. Knightley respect Emma? By the end of the novel, does this matter?

How do the gypsies figure into Sestina For Voice And Instrumental Ensemble - Ernst Krenek, Bethany Beardslee, Choir Of The State Sc social scheme of Highbury? Shame becomes the most important barometer of change in Emma. Do you think that their marriage will be a happy one?

Emma shows love for her family easily. Does it seem strange that she would decide that she can never have romantic love?

Why does Mr. Knightley love Emma? Is it possible to dissociate love and money? Do people have to be equally rich to be happy in marriage? Is Mrs. Elton a good catch? Which character cares the most about wealth? How can we tell?

Are manners the same thing as morals? Why does this get all mixed up in her other interactions? Knightley ever wrong? How does repentance change Emma? Alternatively, does it change her? Morals are synonymous with good manners in Emma. What other options does a woman have to entertain herself? Is Austen making a comment on gender roles? Weston seems to be as much of a gossip as Miss Bates. Does this make him effeminate? The narrator inserts many asides about gendered experiences i.

What effect does this have? Is the role of a governess looked down upon? By whom? What are their reasons? Steaminess Rating Exactly how steamy is this story? You should be ashamed of yourselves!

How dare you even think about the s-word? Heck, Mrs. Weston even has a baby at the end of the book! You missed the fact that Mrs. Weston had a baby? Emma does carry this determination to not talk about sex to unusual lengths, though. In fact, it seems downright determined to not think about sex. Remember how Emma seems completely willing to wait for seventeen years before she marries Mr.

Luckily, Mr. Knightley convinces her to change her mind. Eric Bloodaxe: York excavations archeaology. Eric Bloodaxe: Axe Head weapon of choice. Mister Moe - UZEB - Uzeb Club Bloodaxe by Gareth Williams Eric's Battleaxe The battle-axe is often seen as the typical viking weapon, although large axes were also used by the Anglo-Saxons in the late Viking Age.

What's in a name? Eric Bloodaxe is probably one of the best-known names in Viking history, at least in the British Isles. The favoured son of Harald Finehair, who was credited by the Viking sagas composed mostly in Iceland, in the 13th century with the unification of Norway, he became king of western Norway after his father.

However, when his younger brother Hakon claimed the kingship with the support of Athelstan of Wessex, Eric moved to the British Isles.

There he divided his time between raiding in Scotland and around the Irish Sea, and establishing himself as ruler of the Viking kingdom of Northumbria. His death in brought the independence of Viking Northumbria to an end, but his sons later succeeded in establishing themselves as kings in Norway. Eric is mentioned briefly in a number of contemporary or near contemporary sources, and he also left visible traces of his own - in the coinage issued in his name at York.

He also features Marie - Těla - Noční Múzy a number of later sagas, along with his wife Gunnhild, who is generally portrayed as an evil witch.

The sagas use the 'Bloodaxe' nickname, and this is generally seen in the context of his Viking raids in Scotland, and his glorious end as the last independent king of Northumbria. Like his near contemporary, Thorfinn Skullsplitter of Orkney, the name Eric Bloodaxe conjures up an immediate image of the archetypal Viking warrior; huge, hairy and heroic, and the proud owner of a large axe.

Despite his reputation as a warrior, Eric apparently abandoned Norway to his brother Hakon without a fight, and he was subsequently driven out of Northumbria at least twice. The sagas represent him very much as a henpecked husband, and the likely origin of his nickname is both murkier and less glorious than the obvious explanation of his prowess in battle.

So what do we really know about Eric Bloodaxe? Exile Them There Eyes - Billie Holiday - Lady Day: The Complete Billie Holiday On Columbia 1933-1944 England Our knowledge of Eric's life in Norway relies exclusively on the sagas, which are extremely unreliable for the early tenth century.

However, although we have to be sceptical of all the details provided by the sagas, there is nothing inherently unlikely in their broad outline of events. Together with the sagas, there are two Latin accounts of the history of the kings of Norway. Like the earliest of the sagas, they were written in the late 12th century, and there are some textual relations between the Latin histories and the Icelandic sagas. However, the Latin texts are both briefer and less fantastic than the great kings' sagas of the early 13th century.

Eric was the favourite, and probably the oldest, of the many sons of King Harald Finehair of Norway. The saga tradition credits Harald with a round total of 20 sons, as well as the unification of Norway. Modern historians now agree that Harald's kingdom was more limited, and probably confined to the west and south-west, although he may have exercised some power in other areas through alliance with other rulers. Eric secured the succession It was probably this that earned him his nickname.

While the sagas call him 'Bloodaxe', one of the Latin texts calls him fratris interfector brother-killerso it seems likely that 'blood' in this context refers to family, just as today we refer to 'blood relations' as distinct from relations by marriage or adoption. Eric's rule in Norway was apparently harsh and unpopular, and his kingship was challenged by his one surviving brother Hakon.

Hakon is said to have been brought up in England at the court of Athelstan, and this fits well with Athelstan's recorded policy of fostering the sons of potential allies. Hakon sailed to Norway to claim his inheritance, and Eric fled to England.

According to the sagas, he was welcomed by Athelstan, because of the the friendship between Athelstan and Harald Finehair, and was made sub-king of Northumbria under Athelstan's authority. Invader or guest?

Coin of Eric Bloodaxe, first type, with an Anglo-Saxon style design. The suggestion that Eric first became king of Northumbria at Athelstan's invitation seems at first sight to conflict with English and Irish sources. According to the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle and various Irish Chronicles, Eric was taken as king by the Northumbrians in orsome years after Athelstan's death, and in defiance of Athelstan's brother Eadred.

Certainly the saga tradition is confused on some points. It places Eric's death in the reign of Eadmund, who ruled between Athelstan and Eadred, and does not recognise the existence of Eadred at all. However, confusion between two very similar names does not mean that everything is wrong.

It is also important to note that while there is no mention of Eric in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle during the reign of Athelstan, there is no mention of who did govern Northumbria on Athelstan's behalf during the later part of his reign, so it could just as well have been Eric as anybody else. A later chronicle by William of Malmesbury recalls diplomatic relations between Athelstan and Harald Finehair, which fits with the saga tradition.

There is also a reference to Eric in an account of the life of a Scottish saint, Caddroe, probably written in the late tenth century. According to this, Caddroe visited Eric and his wife in York, and from other details in this account, the visit seems to have taken place around Certainly it must have taken place some years before Eric's first appearance in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle. Coin of Eric Bloodaxe reverse The evidence of Eric's coinage Destroyer - Twisted Sister - Rock N Roll Saviors (The Early Years) ambiguous.

The same moneyers issued coins for the Anglo-Saxon kings and the various Viking rulers of Northumbria, and Eric's first type could equally well date from the late s or the s. Conquest and reconquest Coin of Eric Bloodaxe, second type. The sword design is copied from an earlier type from Viking Northumbria. Eric's use of this design may have been designed to promote his image as rightful ruler of an independent Northumbria.

The kings' sagas tell us that Athelstan made Eric ruler of Northumbria to protect the land against 'Danes [ie Scandinavians] and other marauders', and Egil's saga tells us specifically that his role was to defend the land against the Scots and the Irish. Again, this is completely consistent with the broader picture of Athelstan's reign.

The expansion of the authority of the kingdom of Wessex posed a threat to all the smaller kingdoms in the British Isles, and Athelstan faced a repeated alliance between native rulers such as the kings of the Scots and Strathclyde with Viking rulers of the Dublin dynasty.

Northumbria changed hands frequently during the s as different factions tried to control the kingdom. In this context the appointment of Eric as sub-king would make perfect sense. What is certainly clear is that Northumbria changed hands frequently during the s, as different factions tried to control the kingdom.

On Athelstan's death inthe kingdom was Land Of The Dead - The Accursed - Seasons Of The Scythe by Olaf Guthfrithsson of Dublin, and thereafter the kingdom was contested between Athelstan's successors Edmund and Eadred on the one side, and kings of the Dublin dynasty on the Nine-Ninety-Eight - Teddy And The Tigers* - Rock-A-Billy Rebel. While both the Anglo-Saxon and the saga accounts agree that, after Athelstan's death, Eric was acting on his own account, rather than as a sub-king for the Wessex dynasty.

It seems Hard To Say Im Sorry (Klaas Remix) - Aquagen - Hard To Say Im Sorry that Eric's brief periods of rule c. And indeed the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle tells us that on both occasions he was 'taken as king' by the Northumbrians. It is equally clear, however, that he lacked the force to maintain his position in the face of opposition from both Dublin and Wessex.

The end of the story A battle reconstruction: Eric's defeat and death at Stainmore in brought an end to the independence of Viking Northumbria. While the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle makes it clear that Eric was periodically driven out by rivals, the sagas tell us that Northumbria was not wealthy enough to support Eric and his following, so he often went raiding in Scotland and around the Irish Sea.

Although this may well have been partly a desire for plunder, it also fits with Eric's ongoing contest for power with the kings of the Dublin dynasty, who had influence all around the Irish Sea area. Both English and saga sources agree that Eric was killed in battle. The sagas tell us that Eric was accompanied by five kings Give Me Love - Various - XXXL Sexy Vol. 8 Сочные дыньки (DVD) the Hebrides and the two earls of Orkney.

This receives some support from later English chronicles, although no such details appear in contemporary sources. Later sources also tell us that Eric was killed in an ambush by Maccus, son of Olaf. This Maccus is otherwise unknown, but the name Maccus does appear in the dynasty of the kings of Man, probably an offshoot of the Dublin dynasty. It is also possible that Maccus was a son of Olaf Cuaran, king of Dublin, and Eric's rival as king of Northumbria in the late s.

Eric's death at Stainmore in brought an end to independent Viking rule in Northumbria. And whoever Maccus was, Eric's death at Stainmore in brought an end to independent Viking rule in Northumbria. This is sometimes taken as the end of the first Viking Age, although Viking raids on England resumed in the s.

However, raiding and settlement in Ireland, Scotland and Wales continued throughout the period in between, so this date is only Now That Whodinis Inside The Joint - Various - Battle Of The DJs in a purely English context.

However, since this seems unlikely to be a reliable eyewitness account, it adds little to our understanding of the historical figure behind the legend of Eric Bloodaxe. Places to visit The British Museum. Important collections of Viking material, as well as displays relating to religions and beliefs from all over the world.

Bede's World. Jorvik Centre. Explores many aspects of daily life in Viking York in the tenth century. In addition to coinage, he specialises in the history of the Viking Age, with particular interests in the nature of royal power, and in the relationship between history and literature.

Eric Bloodaxe: Coin silver. Eric Bloodaxe: coin picture of sword. Eric Bloodaxe: Coin Reverse inscriptions. Viking Longboat expansion and raiding. Viking longship excavated at Gokstad, Norway, in warhead. Their swift wooden longships, equipped with both sails and oars, enabled them to mount piratical raids on the coastal monasteries and settlements of the British Isles, western Europe and beyond.

T he shallow draught of these ships meant that they were able to reach far inland by river and stream, striking and moving on before local forces could muster. They were steered not by a rudder, but by a single oar mounted on the starboard side.

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An average speed of 10 to 11 knots could have been achieved, or perhaps rather more in short bursts. Crews of 25 to 60 men would have been common, seated on benches on open decks, although the largest ships could have carried as many as or more. Packhorses and provisions would also be included if needed.

Fearsome figureheads would be raised at stem and stern as a sign of warlike intent, underlined by rows of shields mounted along the sides for defence or show.

These could be removed while at sea. Raids in single ships were quite frequent and, before aroundfleets rarely comprised more than ships. Much larger fleets of and upwards were recorded later, but it is difficult to know how accurate the reports were. Actual sea-battles were rare, and even then were fought close to shore.

Ships were roped together in lines to face an enemy fleet and showers of arrows and missiles would have been exchanged. Each side then resorted to hand-to-hand fighting as they attempted to board their opponents' ships. The warriors in the prow were specially selected for this task. Caricias - Pedro Baez - Tributo A Di Blasio aim was not to destroy enemy craft, but to capture them if possible, as they represented a considerable investment in time, resources and labour.

Forts and forays Before the end of the 11th century the Vikings fought mainly on foot. Their horses were small and they had no real cavalry. Documentary sources do report horses occasionally being used by Viking leaders in battle, but more usually they served as a rapid means of transport to the battlefield, where their riders dismounted to fight.

Types of military engagement might range from small-scale family feuds or gang-raids to full-scale pitched battles. At the battle of Fancy Space Equipment - Zarkoffs Coming - Swig Noise Fuckers Club in Norway, St Olaf and his army of some 3, warriors were defeated by a much larger force inand at Ashingdon, in Rock N Roll - Various - Pop Beats Volume 2, the Danish king Cnut routed King Edmund in The largest armies may have consisted of 4, to 7, men.

But they would generally have dispersed after a campaign and either returned to their lives as farmers, merchants or craftsmen, or joined up with other war-bands. According to sources such as the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, the Vikings on campaign abroad sometimes constructed temporary winter camps.

Only one English example has yet been identified, at Repton in Derbyshire. There the Danish Great Army, which had landed in East Anglia intook shelter over the winter of But in Scandinavia itself we find the remains of ringforts constructed in the late tenth century, such as at Fyrkat, Trelleborg and, the largest, at Aggersborg, in Denmark.

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  3. First off, I'd like a canon storyline. He has knowledge of 10 real-time-years and thousands of game years that no one else does. If he ever does finish, I want to hear from him how it officially started and ended, rather than hundreds of various ways from different people. Secondly, if I'd worked 10 years on ANYTHING, any sort of project.
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