Story 2: Princess and Primarch
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The ships of the II Legiones Astartes sped through the Warp, on board was Serenity, Princess of the Imperium, Daughter of the Emperor of Mankind. The Knights of the Emperor had found their Gene-father. A Librarian had sensed the . Also a Senshi soul had been sensed on that world. The Emperor had sent the Princess to meet the Primarch, following was the Primarch of the Luna Wolves, the great Horus.
"My Lady, I trust you are well?" Lord Commander Davien Federon of the 1st Great Company arrived at the apartments granted to the Princess on board the Blade of the Emperor, the flagship of the Legion. The whole legion, all 59,000 battle-brothers were going to meet their primarch. The Legion had recruited from Terra, Luna and Alpha Centauri . The devices were a Eagle head and Lighting bolts worn by Terrans, Lunanians wore a sword and moon. Alpha Centauri was a Centaur. The device on Saddrons greave was the eagle and bolts.
"Lord Commander, when will we arrive at Akroponica?" "If this speed is maintained and all things go as planned. I say we should drop out at the necessary point within 8 Terran hours Milady." "Very good Lord Commander you are dismissed." "Milady." The Astartes bowed and then left the room. Serenity turned to the report of the Feudal world of Ackroponica.
The Princess looked at a face, it seemed like a god was looking out from the pict. He was handsome by any means, he seemed to be around 20 years old or so with a light black beard, his hair was cut short he seemed like an angel with his vexing eyes. It was not that far into the crusade. Only about four primarchs had been found. The ship made a sort of moan as the warp engines cut out and it dropped into real space.
Federon appeared at the door with the golden armored Custodes. The Emperor's Praetorians were a well turned out lot. Always endevouring to be in good shape. The Astartes of the Knights of the Emperor were well turned out and ready to meet their Primarch. The Princess walked down to the shuttle with a sort of determination. Then it was on to the surface of Akroponica.
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The world of Akroponica was ruled by Artouron Allanor. The Imperator had made all the realms bend the knee to his wise and yet iron rule. The Kataphratos Alpha were the means of enforcing his will, that and an a professional army. The Imperator listened to the news of star vistors to this world. "So they come from on high?"
The messenger looked up at his giant of a lord. "Yes Sire they do, and some claim that you are their father." The Primarch seemed confused, "Bring these people to me." "As milord commands." Allanor waited as the people were shown in. His sister and now his beloved wife sat at his side. Allanor could sense as could several Priests in the room the effect she had.
There was the same calming Aura emanating from her as from his sister, she had it on a greater scale, far more impressive. He could almost see the silver aura that played about her. "I am honored to be in your presence." Said the demigod.
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Serenity and her party had been met by some soliders, the Astartes seemed only desiring to get to meet their gene-father. The soliders came back, Serenity looked at them as if to say Well? Her pale skin and golden hair gleamed under the star that Akroponica orbited. The Custodes also drew attention with their great size and gleaming plate armor.
Then the messanger came back, "Milord has granted your request for an audience." The Custodes looked at the crowds that were gathering around the landing site, some of the younger less experienced ones went for their weapons, tightening their armored hands around them. The Princess always was quiet, the people looked at her like a sort of saint.
They were shown into the throne room, the size of a great many doors was a good and positive sign. The Lord Commander and a group of the II Legion's senior officers bowed in reverence before their lord and father. "Prognitor we have come to have you lead us in battle to conquer the stars." Artouron looked down from his throne.
Serenity looked up at the Primarch, he looked down at her. "Are you one of my sisters?" The language the foreigners used was like the language spoken on Akroponica. His sister soon appeared and focused on the Princess. There was a sort of kinship. Allanor accepted command of the II Legion. His sister Alania was appointed to the honor guard of Princess Serenity.
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First Swords Collection (Lovehammer 1)
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Story 1: Primarch
The world of Acroponika, a verdant but brutal world all the same. With great towering cities and wide fields, towards the north there is the Byakon, a fair skinned race that live in the more fertile area of the planet. They follow a faith ankin to Greek Orthodox Christianity but were liberal in regards to faith.
To the south lay the Azard, a race akin to the Arabs of Terra. They followed a Religion akin to Islam. The two have fought, these are the two major groups. Other tribes Judak are like the Jews of Old Earth following a third faith, or the Parzari who follow a faith akin to Zoroastrianism.
Onto this planet comes Artouron Allanor. He landed in the lands of the Byakon, near the capitol city of their empire. The ruler was out hunting and he discovered the child, his wife had birthed a child that morning that the Preist-Mages described as one with a silvery aura about her person. This was a Senshi, and it could be said that with Senshi came other things, Primarchs for example. The Primarch was brought to the Preists who described him as one with a golden aura that was righteous and yet burned. He was destined for great conquest.
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The Primarch grew up, he showed aptitude for leading heavy cavalry called Kataphratos. The badge of Allanor was an Alpha and a sowrd for he became the first among the Kataphratos. He led with honor and courage.
The battle was going terribly for the Byakonian Empire, the Azard Kalophate had laid an ambush, Allanor was heir to the throne so he was forbidden to take to the battlefield. His sister had taken up politics to help her brother for when he came to the throne they were to be married and rule together. The Emperor relented and let his son onto the field. He fought with his body gaurd of Alpha Kataphratos. He led the charge into the fray.
"Forward warriors of Byakon, forward." The horsemen charged the enemy line, the lightly armed Azardians fleeing before the steel, with a downhill charge the Kataphratos walked into a trap, they had been far from the main army, heavier Azard cavalry had been called from the far capital. So the Alphas would have to to show their mettle. Cheif among them was Artouron, the massive man wielded a large sword finest among the blades carried by any warrior.
The Azardian came at him, the savages were different from Azardians they had fought before. First it was a cresecent moon, now it was a ...eight pointed star or something. These were not followers of the Judak faith, so this was interesting. The Azardian Kaloph and the Emperor had agreed to a truce, a peace. And now his son had to deal with what seemed a force of trucebreakers.
The Primarch took command of the sitiuation, he brough the infantry to bear, and artillery in the form of catapults and cannons was deployed to deadly effect. The renegades were soon driven into flight before the Byakonians. The Primarch had won his first victory, little did he know of his enemy. The forces of Chaos. Soon his father was putting down Chaos cults, he burned them at the stake.
Yet during this crusade, the Forces of Chaos could strike in unseemly ways. Ways that would arouse the wrath of one of the Emperors sons. Artouron rode into the city, the people cheered the prince, he knew he had come down from the stars. His father knew he was not his blood son but he was his son all the same. "Thank you good people for you adulations."
The prisoners he lead were a group of Heritics, they had been beaten and branded and on the advice of one of the Preists with the expedition, gagged so they could not spout their heresy. They were led to the center of the city. Artourons soldiers tied the, heritics to stakes. A preist was denied when he offered them repentance. Then the Emperor gave the word and the heretics were lit afire.
The Prince greeted his sister after the ceremony, the young woman wrapped his arms around her brothers neck. "It is most pleasing to see that you have returned from the campaign brother." "And I am most pleased to be in your company." A great cry was heard, the beloved Emperor was dead. A black arrow was loged in his chest.
Through his superhuman sight he looked and saw the archer that was running away, the Primarch gave chase, the metal clad mass knocked over several people who did not get out of the way of a prince on the warpath, a massive giant of a prince who had fire blazing in his eyes. "Out of my way, OUT OF MY WAY." The Primarch soon caught the assassin. "Who are you. Speak before I lose control." Some time Allanor had trouble mastering the rage that always seemed to burst out. The presence of his sister was one such thing that kept the fury at bay.
He stared as the man burned, he was a heritic and a murder and a traitor, Allanor demanded that he be burned slowly, his mother had been sick with worry, the shock of loss had been too much. He was Imperator as the local term was. He soon embarked on his own crusade to crush the other land. He knew someone was coming and to welcome him he would unify the planet.
Story 1: Primarch
The world of Acroponika, a verdant but brutal world all the same. With great towering cities and wide fields, towards the north there is the Byakon, a fair skinned race that live in the more fertile area of the planet. They follow a faith ankin to Greek Orthodox Christianity but were liberal in regards to faith.
To the south lay the Azard, a race akin to the Arabs of Terra. They followed a Religion akin to Islam. The two have fought, these are the two major groups. Other tribes Judak are like the Jews of Old Earth following a third faith, or the Parzari who follow a faith akin to Zoroastrianism.
Onto this planet comes Artouron Allanor. He landed in the lands of the Byakon, near the capitol city of their empire. The ruler was out hunting and he discovered the child, his wife had birthed a child that morning that the Preist-Mages described as one with a silvery aura about her person. This was a Senshi, and it could be said that with Senshi came other things, Primarchs for example. The Primarch was brought to the Preists who described him as one with a golden aura that was righteous and yet burned. He was destined for great conquest.
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The Primarch grew up, he showed aptitude for leading heavy cavalry called Kataphratos. The badge of Allanor was an Alpha and a sowrd for he became the first among the Kataphratos. He led with honor and courage.
The battle was going terribly for the Byakonian Empire, the Azard Kalophate had laid an ambush, Allanor was heir to the throne so he was forbidden to take to the battlefield. His sister had taken up politics to help her brother for when he came to the throne they were to be married and rule together. The Emperor relented and let his son onto the field. He fought with his body gaurd of Alpha Kataphratos. He led the charge into the fray.
"Forward warriors of Byakon, forward." The horsemen charged the enemy line, the lightly armed Azardians fleeing before the steel, with a downhill charge the Kataphratos walked into a trap, they had been far from the main army, heavier Azard cavalry had been called from the far capital. So the Alphas would have to to show their mettle. Cheif among them was Artouron, the massive man wielded a large sword finest among the blades carried by any warrior.
The Azardian came at him, the savages were different from Azardians they had fought before. First it was a cresecent moon, now it was a ...eight pointed star or something. These were not followers of the Judak faith, so this was interesting. The Azardian Kaloph and the Emperor had agreed to a truce, a peace. And now his son had to deal with what seemed a force of trucebreakers.
The Primarch took command of the sitiuation, he brough the infantry to bear, and artillery in the form of catapults and cannons was deployed to deadly effect. The renegades were soon driven into flight before the Byakonians. The Primarch had won his first victory, little did he know of his enemy. The forces of Chaos. Soon his father was putting down Chaos cults, he burned them at the stake.
Yet during this crusade, the Forces of Chaos could strike in unseemly ways. Ways that would arouse the wrath of one of the Emperors sons. Artouron rode into the city, the people cheered the prince, he knew he had come down from the stars. His father knew he was not his blood son but he was his son all the same. "Thank you good people for you adulations."
The prisoners he lead were a group of Heritics, they had been beaten and branded and on the advice of one of the Preists with the expedition, gagged so they could not spout their heresy. They were led to the center of the city. Artourons soldiers tied the, heritics to stakes. A preist was denied when he offered them repentance. Then the Emperor gave the word and the heretics were lit afire.
The Prince greeted his sister after the ceremony, the young woman wrapped his arms around her brothers neck. "It is most pleasing to see that you have returned from the campaign brother." "And I am most pleased to be in your company." A great cry was heard, the beloved Emperor was dead. A black arrow was loged in his chest.
Through his superhuman sight he looked and saw the archer that was running away, the Primarch gave chase, the metal clad mass knocked over several people who did not get out of the way of a prince on the warpath, a massive giant of a prince who had fire blazing in his eyes. "Out of my way, OUT OF MY WAY." The Primarch soon caught the assassin. "Who are you. Speak before I lose control." Some time Allanor had trouble mastering the rage that always seemed to burst out. The presence of his sister was one such thing that kept the fury at bay.
He stared as the man burned, he was a heritic and a murder and a traitor, Allanor demanded that he be burned slowly, his mother had been sick with worry, the shock of loss had been too much. He was Imperator as the local term was. He soon embarked on his own crusade to crush the other land. He knew someone was coming and to welcome him he would unify the planet.
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