Just working on a little fluff for my Gerneral



The cabal of the Radiant Dawn

It was so long ago, even now my memory remains as clear, those heart wrenching hours burned into my memory, my subconscious, no matter how much I wish to forget.
I am Set’menes and I was once a Philosophus of the Thousand Sons and Veteran of the Sekhmet, I was once a disciple of the Athaneans. I was capable of destruction, as were we all, but that was not who I was, what I trained for! for the Athanaens were capable of reading the mind and distorting the thought. I heard the thoughts and orders of my foes even as they were conceiving their plans, and so we were waiting for them.
Once many years ago, not that time holds much sway in this infernal place, We were outlawed, our skills and powers outlawed by that farce of a trial, Banned from our research, as ancient man spurrned new ideas and destroyed people and works of art and literature that dared speak out against the established order with suggestions of improvement for mankind, our Emperor, one of us, one of the gifted, spoke out and agreed that we should once again recede into the dark ages of man.
If only they had listened. If only If they had seen our gifts as what they were, My Lord Magnus’s message would have been heard in the golden halls of ignorant Terra, by the hypocritical master of Mankind. Horus would have been confronted as the corruption took root, we could have excised the taint at the beginning. But no! Mankinds ignorance had his Lap Dogs set upon us, we were brought to the brink of destruction. If they had only listened, and I am no Corvidae but the future would have been very different, Even if Horus had corrupted the others, and we had failed to excise the daemon at his heart, The Thousand Sons would have stood at the Emperors side on Terra, hearing the Traitors thoughts and guiding our defences, our kine shields protecting our Brothers, With Lord Magnus escorting the Master of Mankind upon the Arch Traitors vessel how could Horus have won, even Sanguinius may well have survived his encounter with the Dark one. But as I said. I am no Corvidae, and that is not what happened.
The orbital barrage of the wolves was without warning, strange how none knew of their arrival, but regardless, our kine shields held strong. So the battle would be resolved face to face.
Intiatlly we held, our powers decimating them. Even the Custodes fell to our skill, our powers rampant… too rampant, some changed, I still see the faces of my warped brothers twisted in anguish, how were we to see the results of our studies run rampant… we were nought but children thinking we were masters. Without powers and skills we thought, our Breathren suffering the flesh change all around us, we could do nought but fall back, back to Magnus’s pyramid, and ultimately back to this blasted wasteland.

Ok. I think iv finalised everything. Let me know what you think.


Ahhh…. Here you are skulking under a table of scrolls, how fitting. You are wondering who I am, I know what you think, you wonder why I have assaulted your City, murdered, your citizens and razed your homes to ash, what kind of monster I am that can crush tanks with a gesture and turn men to turn on each other with a glance, A being that has obviously slaughtered thousands of your kin, yet why do I deem to converse with a lowly wretch such as yourself and spend the effort to explore your ‘Library‘, Well come out from under the table and I shall tell you. I promise I shall not raise my weapons against you…. That’s right, sit down and I shall answer all these questions, and I shall tell you have of the ’true’ history of the Imperium.

It was so long ago, even now my memory remains as clear, those heart wrenching hours burned into my memory, my subconscious, no matter how much I wish to forget.
I am Set’menes and I was once a Philosophus of the Thousand Sons and Veteran of the Sekhmet, I was once a disciple of the Athaneans. I was capable of destruction, as were we all, but that was not who I was, what I trained for! for the Athanaens were capable of reading the mind and distorting the thought. I heard the thoughts and orders of my foes even as they were conceiving their plans, and so we were waiting for them.

Once many years ago, not that time holds much sway in this infernal place, We were outlawed, our skills and powers denounced by that farce of a trial, Banned from our research, just as ancient man once spurned new ideas and destroyed people and works of art and literature that dared speak out against the established order with suggestions of improvement for mankind, our Emperor, one of us, one of the gifted, spoke out and agreed that we should once again recede into the dark ages of man.
If only they had listened. If only If they had seen our gifts as what they were, My Lord Magnus’s message would have been heard in the golden halls of ignorant Terra, by the hypocritical master of Mankind. Horus would have been confronted as the corruption took root, we could have excised the taint at the beginning. But no! Mankind’s ignorant Corpse Lord had his Lap Dogs set upon us, we were brought to the brink of destruction. If they had only listened, and I am no Corvidae but the future would have been very different, Even if Horus had corrupted the others, and we had failed to excise the daemon at his heart, The Thousand Sons would have stood at the Emperors side on Terra, hearing the Traitors thoughts and guiding our defences, our kine shields protecting our Brothers, With Lord Magnus escorting the Master of Mankind upon the Arch Traitors vessel how could Horus have ever prevailed, for he could not possibly stand against two great minds and theirs, even Sanguinius may well have survived his encounter with the Dark one. But as I said. I am no Corvidae, and that is not what happened. What happened was the inevitable, mankind stuck its head in the sand and suffered the consequences.

The orbital barrage of the wolves was without warning, strange how none knew of their arrival, but regardless, our kine shields held strong. So the battle would be resolved face to face.
Initially we held, our powers decimating them, the Pyraes Titan strode once more at our command. Even the Custodes fell to our skill, our powers rampant… too rampant, some changed, I still see the faces of my warped brothers twisted in anguish, how were we to see the results of our studies run uncontrollably? If there was a failing here it was of the Corvidae… we were nought but children thinking we were masters. Without powers and skills we fought, our Breathren suffering the flesh change all around us, we could do nought but fall back, back to Magnus’s pyramid, and ultimately back to this blasted wasteland. I never saw Magnus’s fall, I only know of the battle with Russ through second hand reports, but from what it sounds like Russ was a Barbarian, whereas the Red King fought with skill. But alas I am afraid this story is too painful in its telling and ultimately the results were the same. Magnus’s somehow teleported us off Prospero, not that it was a paradise anymore, but a charnel house, of the type that occur all too frequently when the Wolves of Russ are let slip their leash.
So there we have it, our arrival on this planet seems to have been the manipulations of a power far greater than our own, We knew everything, and yet nothing. We stumbled blindly into this predicament not through and failing of our own but of not anticipating the ignorance of mankind and those unwilling to embrace illumination of the mind. Were our story to end there it would have been a dramatic enough fall, but what followed next was crushing.

As you remember, we had just arrived on this ’Planet of Sorcerers’ the buildings and shell of Tizca, or at least an exact copy of them surrounded us, making a wind blasted mockery of everything we had just left behind us. Renegades to the Imperium and as I have been told, Magnus had been inclined to throw our lot in with the Sons of Horus and they would undoubtedly loose their souls for doing so…. If only that was top be our fate, the other Traitors lost their souls, but we became ours. And to this there is one culprit to blame for this dastardly event Azhek Ahriman, Chief Librarian of the Thousand Sons.

I knew what they were doing, of course I did, an unguarded moment a lapse in concentration and all secrets are revealed. Did I stop them….. No….. Yet that is something I will regret. Ahrimans intentions were noble, an end to the flesh change, and an escape from our fate. Yet it did not occur the way as it intended. Our souls were seared as Ahriman and his cohorts cast their rubric, Those ‘gifted’ breathren such as myself were struck down, overloaded with an influx of power, if you can call it that, raw stuff of the Immaterium, those whose grasp of the Ennumerations slipped were struck down…. Along with our ungifted brothers, and their fate was much worse, their souls were burned, joined for eternity into their armour, no bodies of flesh anymore. They became nothing more than automatons, bound to my will.
I should have stopped them, I should have done something, but In truth I had secretly hoped for their success.
And we have been cursed for my laxity.

That is the story of the fall, and I will tell you of our rise. I still serve Magnus, brooding within his Obsidian tower, and to that end his goals are mine.
Death to the corrupt and intolerant Imperium!
Death to the Corpse Lord of Mankind!
Revenge against the Wolves of Fenris for their betrayal!
Slightly narrow minded view these days, but it is the means to salvation for Mankind, deliverance from the fire of ignorance that has plagued it since its earliest days. Make no mistake I will deliver it kicking and screaming if necessary, to a new enlightened age.

Now you may be wondering why I am telling you this…..
The answer is simple…. You have something I want, a book so it happens, and as your one of the gifted I will give you two options. You can join with me and hand it over, or I can rip its location from your mind! Now choose!

Very good ! Quite in line with the fluff.

Very cool. And nicely puts the Cabal of the Red Dawn and the Venator Scientia Sect on opposite sides of the Thousand Sons |D

I smell a fluff rivalry.
I may have to have a read through and refresh myself of your sect.

Hello all.

Im just having a think about part two and the motivations of My Cabal and Lord.

Now im thinking something along these lines.

Magnus wishes revenge on the Wolves and Imperium at this point and his Legion was destroyed. My Lords task is to rebuild the Legion, find those 'gifted' few and initiate them into the 1000 Sons. Havocs, CSMs, raptors, possessed, spawn, all become available.
Now this would allow pretty much most Chaos forces (all with Icons of Tzeentch of course). The question is, would it be feasable, after all most of the Gene Seed gopt turned to dust with only sorcerors surviving. Is there even enough geneseed left around?
Would Magnus even want the Legion rebuilding? Are the Thousand Sons strong enough at present?
What would Magnus think? A reasonable background?

That is a superb & evocative story, and it beautifully extends the storyline out of The Thousand Sons. And yes, it does effectively give you carte blanc to run with anything (although cold hard reality is that you pays your cash/ you's make whatever splash you want).

Is 'pure' gene seed necessary? Would not a sorceror of reasonable power be able to harness some form of daemonic possession to 'turn' marines or potential neophytes from their chosen oaths & chromosomal origins into minions of the Great Schemer? And if gene seed were necessary, the Crimson King still resides & rules within the innermost coven of his children so the root source of the original material is still handily adjacent & available for the picking.

The motivations and thoughts of Magnus are basically anyone's guess (appropriately enough). Although the fall of Prospero was his greatest moment of regret, uncertainty & sense of utter failure, the reality is that his god has raised him to being a Daemon Prince of untold power & potential. So whatever he thinks now, I would think that he has become a willing participant in the Great Game. And what puppeteer would not desire a few more strings to tweak?

So yes - this is a superb background.

All kudos.

:magnus:

I like to base my idea off a small piece of fluff I once read about the Rubric Thousand Sons. (Though I can never remember where).

The Rubric Marines are nothing more that spirits and dust inside the armour. Once they are 'killed' the armour became inert.
But if the armour is repaired the spirit will be drawn back and reanimate the armour again. So technically they are un-killable.

But other options you can have is recruiting existing marines who need no geneseed. I'm sure there are a number of Librarians who have fallen.

I also agree with the Eye to some degree, Magnus is exceptionally powerful and it is quite likely he could have a way around the minor lack of geneseed. After all, he prevented the flesh change.

So if hes a daemon could you even pick his gene seed?
Its weird talking about geneseed on primarchs as you would about picking apples of trees.

So which scheme would you say is likely, the Old TS pre heresy colours, or would they stick with the post heresy *TZEENTCH* dedicated blue and Gold?

Go really freaky weird (we are talking about a TZEENTCH DP here, aren't we? :2muchcoffee: ):

All he needs to do is blow in their vague general direction, and his breath would carry a glimmer of his gene seed to the convert.

When it comes to Rubrics, I'm with Lord Ghaleb. They never die, per se, but occasionally they may 'power down'.

I was refering to the marines colours rather than a DP.

That purely depends on who's paying for the pigment. :2muchcoffee:

Mine are blue, simply because I use a stunningly rich blue calligraphy ink that appeals to me.

It ultimately makes no difference either way, so long as the scheme fulfills your vision. I see this as far too personal a choice for anyone else to claim any sort of moral high ground.

Technically at the end of "A Tthousand Sons" all of their armour turns black.

Actually Ahrimans Heqa staff turns black. The rest of them just got covered in Black Rain.

I took that to show the change in the armour colour, and why they no longer wore red armour.

Of course, it also didn't explain why they wore blue and gold...but I ignored that bit.

Part 2

Good Evening, Don’t be scared, remember I can read you as easily as you might read a Fictional Tome, and right now your Fear is overwhelming, so many questions in such a disorganised mind, Do not fret yourself blinded one, you are quite safe and will be well looked after. But alas we cannot continue our discussion with you cowering in the corner of your cell…There does this help? as I said when I first met you those many months ago, the secrets of mind and emotion are no stranger to me, I have soothed your frayed nerves and bolstered your courage, there, is that better? Come on come out of your corner into the light and sit down…
Welcome to the Scholar of Light, History would have recorded this vessel as a Strike Cruiser of the Thousand Sons, that is to say, history would have recorded it, had not been expunged by the Ignorance of Mankind. Regardless, I bid you welcome to my Home and Sanctum.

Not many mortals have stood within its confines, and you are the first in a long, long time. But your wondering, why did I drag you here? Out your entire civilisation, I save only you…. Why… Yes Yes your quite right I can read your thoughts, you cant hide them from me. Well I shall tell you for I have an offer to make.
That book you so kindly donated, it was entitled ‘Genome Manpulation in ProtoHuman Sub species’ its is simply a book of science, that is all, And in this day, that is Blasphemous, you should consider yourself lucky that it is I and not the Adeptus Biologus that found you, for I will not censor men of learning. Yes Yes, be quiet with your thoughts, I am coming to my point. As you should remember, My Legion was decimated and destroyed, It is my charge to rectify this damage, and restore our numbers.

That Tome was the last piece in the puzzle. I believe I have the capability to recreate the techniques used recreate Astartes safely and without the Genic blight that plagued us before, I have found the solution that * The Imperial Corpse * failed to comprehend. Yes I know it sounds impossible, and for any Mortal man it might well be, but I am Set’menes, Scion of Magnus, and devoted of TZEENTCH. There is no problem that I cannot overcome should I turn my mind to… You doubt me… Never mind, it will not change what I have to say to you.

I wish you to be my first, to join me in the ranks of the Astartes…. Don’t dismiss what I have to say so quickly, for I offer much, I have selected you because you like me already walk the path of our master, a thirst for Knowledge, to change things for the better. You and I are cut from the save cloth my friend… also there is something else… When I first me you, I referred to you as ‘gifted’ It has become all too apparent to me that in this, I was mistaken. You are no psychically gifted brethren of mine. Yet still you my brother but through a different medium. In ancient Grekkian legend, all mens lives and fates were but fine threads of cotton spun by three spinsters, and that they wove mens lives together and through each other, and at a simple cut from their scissors a life would be ended. They had no idea how close they were, they were ridiculed for millenia, but it seems these Ancient Greks had more foresight and knowledge of the universe than their successors, these spinsters we now know as TZEENTCH, the Great Manipulator, and it seems that your thread and mine are entwined, I cannot simply end your life as to do that the tapestry of my life would but fall apart, we are so finely meshed together you and I, that should we part ways, the rich tapestry we would have created will become barren and thread bare, or even simply fail to exist at all. As much as it pains me to say it, I need you as much as you need me to save you.

You still reject my words? You turn your back to the quest for truth and knowledge? You may scoff at my offer, but you and I are not so different, I know your ambition, Your lust for knowledge and power, I know you sabotaged your esteemed colleagues work and took credit for it yourself, I know it was you that rescued the Grimoire Diabolus from the flames of the zealots of Imperium, a fanciful work of fiction I might add, but the sentiment is still the same. You and I could achieve so much….

You will consider it, of course you will, for this galaxy has much to offer, and not once have you seen or tasted anything but the bitter reality of your immediate surroundings, the sweetest knowledge is that you have to find. I look forward to joining with you… From this moment on you shall have your own quarters, and I shall begin preperations, you will make a fine addition to the followers of Magnus. Hail the Red King and the Great Manipulator.

Very cool. I like the idea that he thinks he's found a way to create more Astartes.

But can he really :eyebrow: The Thousand Sons have always seemed plagued by thinking they are in control. |D

You will just have to wait for part 3.... |D