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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.
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