Iron Warriors – Iapethon’s Grand Company

Iapethon’s Grand Company

Warsmith Iapethon – while often seen leading from the front, Iapethon is by no means a duelist with qualms of honour – he will not hesitate to swiftly terminate an enemy commander’s opposition with a single shot from his combi-melta. The mission always comes first. Nevertheless, he proudly displays his bionic augmentations to show he’s survived more fights than most of his enemies have heard of.

Terminator brethren
Dorvael – proud of his resilience and skill in combat; favours a huge, double bladed chainfist
Dehrec – favours a pair of lightning claws, always eager to cut apart enemy champions, desires Dorvael’s position as leader
Gorphax – loud, boisterous, wielder of a reaper autocannon he has dubbed ‘Thunder’, in competition with Furidus
Furidus – complete opposite of Gorphax, quiet and meticulous, most often has a higher kill count than Gorphax
Melegh – reclusive and paranoid even by Iron Warrior standards, never fights without his combi-melta, always expecting the worst

Athonax – the Master at Arms, second only to the Warsmith, commands the company’s techmarines and techpriests, along with a small army of servitors, oversees the armoury, maintaining the vehicles and managing the supply lines.

Iromachus – leader of a unit of assault marines that have campaigned alongside Angron’s Eaters of Worlds. They have been given the same cybernetic implants as the Red Angel plants within his own legion, though with a few minor modifications performed by Perturabo himself, ensuring stern loyalty to the legion and their commanding officer. Iapethon was then offered command of this unit as a reward for his loyalty and skill. They have acted as both bodyguards and assassins.

Mallox – headstrong, brutal assault leader, often assigned to the forlorn hope; thrives in the carnage of close quarters fighting and enjoys nothing more than the moment when an enemy turns tail and runs.

Vhalett – meticulous, cold to the point of ruthlessness, often directs the assault company’s support weapons. Some of his warriors joke that the only time he can be seen smiling is when a volley of artillery fire perfectly hits his target.

Brundhal – Terran born, revels in the psychological aspects of warfare; was given his first squad command after the battle of Terra, as a reward for killing one of Sigismund’s Templar guard. He carries his power sword, as a trophy, to this day.

Dreadnoughts – ‘the cold brethren’, Irodax & Gerhon – Terran veterans of the great crusade, both were already captains when the Emperor found Olympia; there was a well-known rivalry between them, which has persisted even after both were interred into dreadnought sarcophagi.

Iron Spear – Predator medium tank, commanded by sergeant Agrius

Horvad’s Vengeance – Vindicator siege tank, initialy named ‘Horvad’s Voice’ after its commander – a belligerent, loud and particularly stubborn warrior; during the war on Tallarn the tank was damaged in an ambush by a melta shot, and Horvad was severely injured. At Horvad’s request, the techmarines built a sarcophagus inside the repaired tank and the wounded sergeant was interred just as if it were a dreadnought.

Karkinoss – Defiler named after a legendary defying beast; it was one of the experiments the Iron Warriors undertook after settling on Medrengard. In the mean time, the design has spread to other legions, through the efforts of Abaddon who recognised the machine’s versatility.

Iron Warriors – 13th Black Crusade First Aftermath

This is quite simply a link between the first battle and the next, a huge 12,000 points Planetstrike battle that took the better part of two nights to almost finish. I will, of course, add the story of that one soon(tm).

– Aftermath –

Vhalett hated waiting. His squad waited beside him, and they hated it almost as much as he did. All Iron Warriors were well trained for sieges, but they hated waiting. And Vhalett hated it more than any other warrior in his company. It was probably what set him most apart from his Lord. Warsmith Iapethon was the most patient warlord he had ever seen. Well, except during that last battle, when he rushed to fight that damned White Scars commander.

And he definitely paid for it. The Tech-Priests were even now still working on his bionics. But he was still alive, and still conscious. And when his sorcerers brought him the message two days ago, he almost got off the operating slab. An alliance of chaos warbands was attacking Belis Corona. They had infiltrated the world and were even now preparing sacrifices for a huge warp gate that would allow an fleet of ships to enter the system directly through the warp, thus opening the way to the system’s shipyards and indomitable star fort. Continue reading

Iron Warriors – 13th Black Crusade Grand Opening

Based on one of the first  Warhammer 40k 6th edition game I played vs a friend’s Cadians with allied White Scars, as part of an online Eye of Terror campaign set during the 13th Black Crusade. It was a fun, bloody game, where my only ‘regret’ is rolling abysmally with my warsmith. It was also a great creative spark, and I’ve no idea why I haven’t posted it yet. More to follow, stay tuned.

Grand Opening

– The Sentinel Worlds, Ortenes Mining World –

While a force of Iron Warriors took the gene seed stored on Hydra Cordatus, another grand company led by Warsmith Iapethon brought battle to Ortenes, a rich mining world that would be very useful in supplying the war effort. With unholy speed the men of iron landed on the planet and began fortifying their position, when the inevitable imperial counterattack struck. An infantry company of the glorious 8th Cadian advanced on the traitors’ positions, determined to drive them off their world. Their advance was spearheaded by a strike group of the ferocious Adeptus Astartes of the White Scars chapter. The imperials expected to become heroes, to drown in the glory of saving the planet from the chaos threat, under the guidance of their Holy Emperor. But the Gods of Chaos are powerful too, and while they allowed the mortals their glory, they denied them victory. Continue reading

The Chronicle of Blood

More Warhammer 40,000 fan fiction. This one is quite fresh, part of a campaign we began at our local gaming club.

Dramatis Personae
Kardion – First Captain and commander of the Flesh Eaters strike force
Borden – Captain, 2nd Company
Crovax – Captain, 4th Company
Lokai – Reclusiarch
Tyriel – Chaplain
Acheron – Chief Librarian
Ertai – Epistolary Librarian
Morollan – Codicier Librarian – Shield of Sanguinius & Unleash Rage
Marduk – Sergeant, assault squad, 2nd company

– Arrival –

Captain Kardion walked in relatively quick but deliberate steps through the corridors. He wanted to get the formalities over with as fast as possible, but had enough sense and experience to know he was supposed to keep a certain demeanour if formalities were to go smoothly. How others perceived those such as him was the bedrock of the chapter’s reputation, and considering the chapter’s more… ‘eccentric’ way of dealing with enemies, it was crucial that his part was done as flawlessly as possible. Otherwise they’d end up like the Flesh Tearers, or even worse. For all their faults, they were still a loyal, Emperor serving chapter. It seemed that tragedy lurked behind every corner in the Imperium, even for the legendary super-human soldiers created to protect it. They may be bigger and mightier than common men, but that simply meant they got bigger tragedies to play in. And a new one was just about to begin unfolding. Continue reading

Sit down

I recently found this short introductory text I once did for a Planescape character. Couldn’t help but reminisce and decided to post it here as well.

‘Sit down, berk, and let’s swap the chant.’ the cloaked figure said, inviting you with an elegant hand gesture to sit across him. His smiling, semi-cowled face had a discrete, warm glow, and you couldn’t help but sit down and listen. He gestures with familiarity to the barmaid, ordering a pair of drinks. When she arrives with the two tankards he thanks her and props one in front of you. ‘Jon Grey’s my name. Don’t worry, I already know yours. I know you’ve been looking for me, berk. Though you probably don’t, at least not yet.’ Continue reading

Burning the cradle

Another Horus Heresy story. This one started with a simple sentence in my mind – “the drop pods slammed into the earth like the burning fists of an angry god”. It took me very little time to put the intro together, and then hours to figure out what the rest would be about. Since my goal was to make it a decent 1000 word short story, one Imperial Fist’s experience during the invasion of Terra seemed like a good idea. In the end I went 200 words over the limit and I’m not particularly happy with the ‘action’ scene. I then decided to split the intro from the short action story, to send either one to the Great Crusade forum fan fiction contest. Unfortunately what I hoped would be an easy day at work on New Year’s Eve turned out to be hellishly busy, so I fail for the second time now to enter this competition…

– Burning the cradle –
Hell is brought home

The sky rained fire. Lance strikes, orbital missiles and atmospheric bombers seemed to race at visiting destruction upon the enemy below. Bunkers were torn open, trenches were annihilated, entire buildings turned to dust and rubble in the blink of an uncaring eye. And then, as if the devastation had not been enough, came the rain of steel. Hundreds of tear shaped craft pierced the firmament, screaming as they ignited the atmosphere around them. Their fiery trails crisscrossed in the heavens before they thundered amidst the defenders below. The drop pods slammed into the earth like the burning fists of an angry god and then opened to release their cargo – the angels of destruction. Armour clad, their weapons spitting death, as one they roared their hatred and charged their erstwhile brothers. The bitter sons of humanity had finally returned to the cradle of the civilisation that had created them, hell-bent on the murder of their father. They’d set the entire world aflame in their quest for retribution, and humanity would burn with them. Continue reading

Smoke Valley

More 40k related fiction. This one is quite fresh, as I’ve simply decided one day that I want to write something set in the Horus Heresy. I also tried to make it gritty, without being an actual action-piece. Aaand then I kept it in the editing stage for about a month

– Smoke Valley –
The aftermath

He stood surveying the smoke filled valley from a command post, resting his hands on a sandbag wall. His gaze wandered through gaps in the drifting grey shroud, from crater to crater, as if trying to find two that were identical. His mind would focus occasionally on one of the few dead bodies he could still recognize. Most often they’d be enemies that were caught in the open in the first moments of the bombardment, but he could also find a few of his own men. He wondered at how each man died. Astartes were known for being difficult to fell, and they’d prepared their assault well, with a massive bombardment preceding it. They had used ordnance of such caliber that even the famous battle plate was insufficient if caught out in the open. Continue reading