Wel guys, hope more of you have some storyes or background of your armyes, i'd like to read them :P
here's mine, i know it's very long, and contradicts some official stories, but i like it
hope it's well translated
HERALD’S OF AMON HISTORY
The origin of the Heralds of Amon goes back to the times of the primarchs. Amon-Chakay was found in a desert planet and simultaneously filled with forests. Primitive and between a dominant barbarian tribe, he was the leader of that tribe and when he saw the emperor he made an oath of perpetual ownership and loyalty. The emperor granted him a legion of marines, to which Amon asked him to name them the Ivory Crossed Warriors, since in its planet ivory was as the diamond or the gold in others, and thus was, that legion became denominated the Ivory Crossed Warriors ones. Its armor was almost totally of a white ivory, the details and cables were copper like and tin plate, the borders of the shoulder, reinforcements and armor were of gold and the bolter of a darkened metal.
They fought in countless planets in the name of the emperor, side by side with other legions, but when they fight next to Horus with its Lunar Wolves, it happened the misfortune, Horus taked advantage of the feeling of envies and rivalry that had Amon against the others primarchs, and it increased and narrow channel to it on all those that were faithful to the emperor.
When the Heresy began, the marines of Amon was bleeding a planet of orcs next to the Ultramarines of Roboute Guilliman, Roboute received an official notice of Terra that announced the treason and when noticing to Amon, he noticed that Amon did not change of attitude, and realized everything, Amon and also his Ivory Crossed Warriors were heretics, as soon as Roboute ordered to attack the marines of Amon, was responded with broadsides of artillery in the main camping, but Amon was even inexpert in arms outposts and tactics military than Roboute and he were able to hold the position, counterattack and arrive to the heretic primarch, he had changed of aspect as opposed to, even seemed but wild of that it was, its skin was but pale and their eyes were injected in blood, Roboute fighted with Amon, is there where Amon tapeworm a certain advantage since he was custom to the hands-to-hand combat. After hours of intense fight Roboute was able to lower Amon, his marines fleed all over the planet and disappeared, then the primarch of the Ultramarines committed an error, it thought that Amon could not regenerate its wounds and he left him on the ground agonizing, and shouting vengeance to him.
The armor of Amon became impregnated of its blood during the fight, Roboute had given him courteous fatal wounds where he hadn’t none protection, and this made him lose much blood without neither their capacity of regeneration nor the servoarmor could avoid that lost of blood, when the Ultramarines leaved, the heretic maries of Amon found it in the ground, the blood of the armor was dry, but his primarch was alive.
Amon was not able to fight in Terra, he awoked four years later, because he had entered a state of suspended animation, but no one is not even known as to profit recover, without aid of any chemotherapy ora n aphotechary. Some thinks that it was his force of will, its resentment towards the emperor and ultramarines what it woke up to him.
Nowadays the Ivory Crossed Warriors ones have changed their name by the one of Heralds of Amon, and its armor is colored with scab red, so and as they found his primarch on the ground, they now live in some planet of the eye of the terror and looks for revenge constantlyfor what they did to them in the past.
The Heralds of Amon in combat attack with such ferocidad that few are able to hold the first big wave. Its attack is growing with the passage of time, beginning with some squad of marines until a total attack with heavy artillery, tanks, soldiers of elite and marines of the veteran chaos units. These attacks are decimating the enemy in number and when seeing that they are holding the successive attacks but that always they return and with but force, its moral is suffered. This system of attacks serves to them to measure the defense capabilities and offensive of the enemy. Thus they discover its strongpoints and weak and learn like fighting against them the following time that they attack them. Hierarchy
The Heralds of Amon is organized mainly in several legions formed by chaos marines, supported by several squads of havocs which are supported by raptors and bike marine squads who distract the enemy before it not arrives the main army.
Rarely demons canbe seen in exercise, but it is normal to see some daemon prince or a greater demon if the Heralds of Amon wishes to finish quickly.
The Heralds of Amon have specialized in defilers, where these where sighted after the supposed death of his primarch in their native world, they normally form the vanguard of the army, and when the rest of marines of the chaos legion arrives at the main lines of the enemy, the defilers have already done most of the work. The defilers of the Heralds of Amon are unique, because they can be seen with modifications as, two battlecanons, a heavy flamer connected to a heavy bolter or twin linked laser tube. Native World
The emperor found Amon in a barren planet, and simultaneously filled with forests, its name was Dhargor, some parts of the planet were leafy forests, and next to these there were deserts that could be seen losted in the horizon, this had to the numerous earthquakes that took place in the deserts and that they prevented that nothing could live there. Amon had become the leader of a Barbarian tribe in continuous fight with the others, this conferred a similar fierceness to him like Kharn of the World Eaters. What allowed him to survive in that planet was its peculiar geneseed, this gave him the ability to regenerate, its body could be plagued of wounds and scars, that they will be closed in opening and closing of eyes.
As soon as the emperor landed in the planet of Amon, he knew it, and went to his arrival and postred befote him, promising that it would fight by its name, but when Amon spoke with the others primarchs, he always spoke to them like a rival, and he always was jealous of the others.
After the heresy, the inquisition ordered the Exterminatus of the planet and the later destruction of this, since then the Heralds went traveling planet to planet.
The Heralds of Amon follows the full pantheon of the dark gods, and thinks that these Hill grant great gifts to them if they are able to eliminate Roboute and take revenge to his primarch Amon-Chakay. Although this is still alive.
The geneseed of the Heralds of Amon is also one which have suffered few mutations, or none could be said, it’s known that while they where faithful to the emperor its seed underwent some mutation, but this quickly was corrected by the regeneration capacity, and but well the opposite of a mutation, the seed went with time improving every time, even arriving at the point in which they were able of cut off an extremity, and in weeks have a new one. Thanks to this the Heralds are able to replace the mutations throwed by the dark powers of chaos, such as tentacles, finished gigantic hands with claws, etc.
It’s rumored that in the previous times to the heresy, as in some other chapters, some women among them had been sawn, and also that they were not a minority, but an important part of the legion, and this gave bad vision to them before other chapters, because this was prohibited for the inquisition.
“Fear death!! Fear the heralds!!”
Battle for survival
Great and battles are counted between the legions of chaos from the Heralds of Amon, of how to even be in minority, surrounded by two whole legions, they have supported the enemy fire and they have won even having lots of bolter wounds in the body. But none of these got to surpass the one that took place in the Lilethar system.
Amon-Chakay primarch of the Heralds of Amon, finished arriving at the Lilethar system, strange for him, because it went in search of overseas where it assumed that there it would find Roboute where it would fight with him definitively and thus its revenge would culminate. But what found it was a pile of cosmic dust, according to it seemed the dust belonged to a planet that had been destroyed recently, but were no indications that or what had been.
Of that way he found other two planets, according to it seemed that someone or something wes devastating that system. After days he found a fertile planet, but he was single partly, a third of the planet was totally dry and without life.
The curiosity by so powerful power of destruction could more than the thirst of revenge towards the primarch of the Ultramarines, and Amon ordered to land on the planet to find the weapon, that had destroyed those planets and to use it for its benefit. But they did not suspect to find such resistance in the surface, before they could land three of the ten chips where the traveled Heralds were travelling, where demolished and disintegrated before touching ground.
Once in the surface they unfolded all the units, which they had not many but among them a Land Raider stealed to a fleet of iron Hands which were by the way, with such weapon of destruction insurances felt and by error they lowered the guard. The day calm step, they took advantage of to construct a clear in the forest where they had landed, trenches and some bunker, Amon hoped that the mysterious attackers who had destroyed their ships would attack from a little while.
At the evening the guard began to hear some strange noises of howls and whispers next to hundreds of steps of metal. After seconds they began to see lights of an intense green color, and just then the battle began.
Dozens of flayed ones apper from nothing, wearing the skin of the humans assassinated in that even bloody planet, bolters started firing everywhere, but it seemed to did not do anything to them appart from predators and heavy bolters that demolished them continuously, and before all the flayed ones had been annihilated, seventy marines had fallen. Then whole squads of necron soldiers and scarabs appeared, among them there were destroyers and tomb spiders; that exercise seemed created to invade a whole system, but the soldiers of Amon did not become frightened themselves before such vision and began to shoot without fear of them, predators advanced and destroyed tens of necron soldiers and scarabs, but they seemed not to finish and the number of soldiers began to lower, then the Land Raider with its laser canon opened a breach in the forest, by where Amon could distinguish a species of necron building, they where Monoliths, for that reason seemed not to finish never, the door that had in their base, necron soldiers left constantly, and Amon asked himself from where they would come.
Amon ordered the predators and the Land Raider to advance and to squash everything what they finded ahead, thus was but before arriving just in front of the monolith some predators already had exploded, the crystal that had the monolith in its superior part left a ray that disintegrated everything what was in his way, only the Land Raider was still functionall, but very damaged and after receiving the firings of some heavy destroyers it finished exploding.
Amon did not finish believing it, every second that happened fell tens of its soldiers, it only had left four squads formed by twenty of its better men and some acolytes who fell by tens as opposed to the massive attack of necrons.
Then, a chaos paladin of his marines gave an idea to him, it was to sacrifice a ship to destroy the monolito. Amon ordered to an acolyte to took a ship and it demolished against the building necrón, but did not serve for anything since the power of the crystal that had that monolith was so powerfull that it could not approach but of twenty meters, to Amon it was finishing the time to him and it decided to send three ships, he only had left one, if it failed that attack surely no longer would return to rise, nor with its regeneration, to the second attempt the monolith were destroyed, so only one of the three ships arrived at the objective, with as much fortune that destructed the crystal and the explosion devastated everything in a radius of half kilometer. Of the immense necron army it were only left three squads of soldiers and its leader, Amon ordered a last attack, it was to live and to obtain an immense glory or to die fighting, the necron soldiers after the explosion of the monolith were deactivated, since they needed the monolith to work, but the leader was still functional, to who Amon was easy to defeat.
After that Amon-Chakay nameed the surviving marines, veterans, and ordered to annihilate the people of that planet in the name of the dark Gods, and to raise a colossal statue to remember that day, and to remember all the fallen soldiers it made nail a necron head by each soldier fallen, and those that exceeded in a mount in the middle of a symbol of chaos done of the parts of their enemies. That day, Amon-Chakay was elevated to the category of daemon demon and many of their soldiers received great demonic gifts of the Gods.
Of two hundred complete regiments of marines that arrived at that planet, they survived not but of half, since many of them after the battle returned to rise, after regenerating its wounds. No ancestral C'tan was that day between the necron, if thus it had been, surely none of the Heralds of Amon had survived. Since then Amon-Chakay seted out two objectives, one was take revenge of Roboute and his Ultramarines, and the second to be able to take the control from one of those monoliths and to use it to its favor.
I really like your legion its very intresting. This is my story i have made The day was cold, ruthless and brutal. Never before had lieutenant Hawks seen such destruction. The city was a complete ruin; not a single building had been left untouched. Traitors had been raiding the city for weeks now, constant artillery and air units would bomb the buildings till they were nothing but dust. The air was thick with grey fog, you could barely see down the ruined streets. Lucky for lieutenant Hawks and his platoon, they had respirators. They belonged to the 501st Rifle regiment of Bale. Hawks, like the rest of his platoon wore long, muddy, dark grey, trench coats - a pair of worn out boots, crude black gloves, holding a battered spade and a lasgun to match. “I wonder who will die today.” Hawks thought to himself as he lay in the bunker, “Which one of my comrades will be blown up? How many will be shot? Who will attempt to flee this time?” he thought again. He got up and stumbled out form his bunker door. Hawks looked around - his men making idle chit chat, some smoking a cigarette, some to his surprise where cleaning there uniform, in the muddy tubs of freezing water. The noise was deafening. Shells had been raining down all night, it was as though the Gods themselves had been dishing out death with unbelievable force. “This day is tiring already” shouted Hawks over the screams of fellow guardsmen - “How much bloody longer are those guns going to keep firing? Where is the support eh? I tell you where. That bastard of a commander won’t give us any… Waste of shells he says”. His men stared at him - then Vasili retorted: “Well if you were not so lazy, to actually pick up the Comm-Link, then I am sure he’d gladly give us support” Vasili wasn’t the brightest of the men. He was young for a veteran, aged 21, and had already been in dozens of campaigns. His gas mask was hanging by his neck - a multitude of black streaks, from where the mask and been pressing , across his face. Vasili was a strong believer in the might of the Imperium. However, the others knew better, and knew the true colors of the Imperium, not some painted up version that Vasili held so dear. The men began to laugh: “Ha! For a moment their son I thought you were being serious!” “That commander is more focused on glory than his men!” Replied Sputin. Sputin was the oldest in the platoon being in his mid 50’s - his trench coat was covered in medals, the colors long gone, his lasgun was old, one of the mark IX patterns - however, he refused to replace it as he had grown accustom to it. He wore small glasses and was always smoking a cigar. “Shut up Sputin before I get the Commissar down here to have you shot!” boomed Vasili’s. For once the little man was being serious. “Be quiet boy! No one will shoot - not under my command! Understood Vasili? Even if the Commissar wanted to waste his time coming down here to shoot poor Sputin - I am sure he would have run out of bullets because of the cart loads of ‘traitors’ he has shot” Hawks voice was assertive to be sure everyone in the bunker heard him. Vasili soon backed down and carried on cleaning his gun. Today was typical, they were just to sit in there bunker and keep an eye out for any enemy activity. There were around 50 men in his platoon, including heavy weapons and assault weapon teams. Over time, however, this number has been cut down to a quarter of what it once was. Hawks and his men has been promised support, along with tank units, for weeks on end, but it never came, instead they got surviving members of platoons which had been annihilated by the enemy. Men like Vasili. Hawks walked over to Brant - sergeant of Alpha squad ‘Grey devils’ – atop the look out post, his auto pistol at his waist and his chainsaw cast aside against the trench wall, thick with blood. He was meant to be looking out of his binoculars searching for enemy movements, but looked as though he had nodded off. “Anything?” asked Hawks. Brant jumped with surprise seeing his Lieutenant standing behind him “Damn! I must have fallen asleep again! This lack of sleep is doing my head in! I swear if, I don’t get some sleep I’l-.” “Well sergeant?” Hawks questioned again his eyes staring into Brant’s confused eyes “Err… n-n-no sir! Nothing sir, just the typical grey fog and wet mud sir” As Hawks walked away, a sense of relief washed over him - he rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. Brant sat down and brought out a canister from under his waist and took a large swig. “I wonder when they are going to attack again?” he took another sip of his whiskey and put it away. He stood up and continued to look through the binoculars. A few hours had past now, not a single sign of enemy movement. It was strange not having heard anything yet. “Perhaps the bastards were waiting for us to attack,” thought Brant, “maybe they had finally given up the citadel, or re-enforcements had come, heck they might have been granted the long awaited support.” He pulled out a crudely rolled cigarette, made from the Imperial Creed holy book - no one read that crap anyway and it was the only suitable paper for a roll up anyway. He licked the paper, sealed it and took out his lighter. “That’s another minute” he remarked as he took a drag “I wonder when lunch is anyway, it must be lunch now, I am starving!” he shouted “Wouldn’t hurt if I checked would it?” Brant left his post and walked down the trench. Its muddy floor boards felt like they could snap at any moment from the weight of his boots. He continued to walk down the trench, he saw men sleeping in their wooden beds – pungent aromas following him as he walked - no one could wash down here. As Brant turned the corner, he was confronted with a huge queue of guardsmen waiting for lunch “Just my luck!” Unheard above the noise “I’m always bloody last for food and it’s always cold when I get it” he sighed and took out another cigarette. “I wonder what it’s gonna be today then eh? A cup of dirty water with that disgusting soup - which looks as though they used human innards for stock.” He eventually stopped complaining. _______________________________ Now this is the secound bit i have done but my mate Charile does the grammer checks so this is just a rough copy A few hours had past now Brant and his men where eating there lunch, it wasn’t very appetising but at least it was something. His squad were talking to each other about the war; it was the only thing to talk about here. The troops where in low moral and the commissars were defiantly not helping. “I heard the traitors have control on three quarters of the citadel now” said one of the guardsman “they are getting tons of artillery support a patently, and here we are stuck in a freezing cold shit hole eating soup” “Aye, too true lad” said another guardsman “I even heard today they had almost taken the capital” Brant had looked up and stared at the solider curiously “They almost have taken Stormgrad, that’s impossible! The high command wouldn’t stand for it… If the capital is lost then are moral would be at a utter low” “Well I heard that they send one hundred to two hundred men in their every day, a rifle per five men and a pack of five bullets per two men.” Said another guardsman. “That’s crazy!” said Brant. “That’s true sir, but then again man power is cheap on this planet, and when has the Governor cared for fellow men”. Brant had taken out another cigarette his death sticks where going quicker than his ammunition. “So what places do we hold then?” questioned Brant. “Well I presume the factories and port cities”. “You presume?” replied another fellow guardsman. “Sure I presume you think I get this knowledge form high command? They don’t tell us shit! Only what to shoot and how to stay alive” “Then who the hell do you ask!” asked Brant “I get told by other officers, well I over here them while on guard duty”. The conversation didn’t help at all; all it did was just get everyone pissed off. It was the third time Hawks was called to the command centre and it always meant something bad. He walked through the crowds of men out of every single one of them, not a single one had a smile, but then again who wanted to smile in this hell hole. He got lost five times getting there form the endless passage ways and dead ends. Hawks eventually reached the command centre it was nothing special just a bunker going deeper into the trench, with a few rotten pieces of wood to support the door. Hawks walked in where is commander was sitting at his desk; he was on the comm. Link, “Listen! You will not give up the port, understand? I don’t care if you have lost half you men! Lose the other half first!” with that he slammed the phone onto the voice system. “Comrade Hawks, my friend it looks like your not dead then yet” it was a stale joke hawks didn’t really want to laugh but he felt as if he had to not to disappoint the commander. “Yes it looks like it” said Hawks “Not dead yet sir” “Excellent! Now I need to address you to more argent news” “What is that sir?” replied Hawks “Hawks as we know the war is not going well. These heretics are taking ground and fast they have already taken the citadel, all those bloody mouths and they have finally taken it! We cannot allow this to happen; I won’t allow it to happen. Sergeant, we are moving out of this shit hole and were gonna retake the citadel - Saint Thorgrad”
are you making a book?
i'm writing one, i have now about 60 pages, and i'm only in the 5th chapter, and i'm going to make about 25 chapters O_O
hehehe maybe i'll have to make a trilogy:rofl:
Well I'm kinda making one but dunno' if it's gonna be set on just my armies stories. But nice one you guys got very cool imaginations! :p I'll post one up soon.
Thanks i'm glad you liked it ^^
no more stories or backgrounds? O_O
c'mon i know there's lots of them, just copy paste :P
Origins: Little is known about the origins of the inhabitants of Gnobar. This is manly due to the fact that a powerful Chaos Lord claimed the plant, destroying most of the early records. What little data that the Imperial still possess on Gnobar is that it is no longer in the hands of Chaos and that the Gnobarians have sworn revenge upon all who left there plant for dead. Plant: The plant Gnobar itself has gone through many dramatic changes. Its first use was a small mining and industrial plant of the Imperial. It was then striped of most life during the dark time that Chaos held the plant. Recant recon photos now show that the plant is covered in lush forests and clear deep blue sea once more. It is clear that the plant Gnobar is a plant that has a strong eco system, as it has recovered faster than any other plant that has gone through a warp storm. First Confrontations: During the dark period of the Chaos warp storm that claimed Gnobar is the first recorded time the Gnobarians took up arms. The Gnobarians were no warriors and over 75% of the population fell within the first month of fighting against Chaos forces. The survives went into hiding in the ancient catacomb systems found on the plant. The plant lay in the clutches of the Chaos Lord Dramitus of the Flaming Skulls. After two months into the plants demise the Space Marines chapters sent to defend Gnobar for the glory of the Imperial fled from the plant. After 40 years of hiding the Gnobarians had put in place a plan were all over the plant strategic attacks would take place. Under Paladin Ackestric command the Gnobarians pushed the taint of Chaos from there lands, over a grueling two week campaign. In the dieing days of the campaign an assassin looking down his sniper rifle scope heard his target, Lord Dramitus say “The filth think they can rid the plant of Chaos…Mahwah Mahwah little do they know I am but a few days from Demon hood then I will open the Demon Gates and release the taint of Chaos upon this plant”. When Dramitus fell the Chaos forces were in ruins and leaderless. With no leader they began to fight amongst themselves and flee to the warp. Paladin Ackestric stood on the plants former capital building steps and said to the serving Gnobarians “What you have done here today is unthinkable. Even the great power of the Space Marines fled to the taint of Chaos. This plant could have been saved this beating it has taken. My brothers and sisters I swear on the innocent Gnobarians that fell defending this plant that we will have revenge on the Flaming Skulls, The Raven Guard, The Blood Ravens and The Salamanders. They will all pay. They will pay for bring us peaceful peoples into the barbaric manner that is war.” First Confrontations with the Imperial: After some years after the taint of Chaos was purged a small Imperial fleet scanned the plant for a recon mission. There scans showed that the normal plant life was returning the normal. They sent a small company of scouts and marines to investigate. To there surprise of the Space Marines the taint of Chaos had been purged and that the plant was taking back by a small Gnobarian force. Paladin Ackestric, now Lord of Gnobar told them of the events that took place during the 40 years of hiding. The small fleet met its quick demise to the Gnobarians when they found out that they were the The Raven Guard Chapter. The fleet managed to send a distress call back to their home plant. The Raven Guard passed on the distress call to the Blood Ravens and The Salamanders as they all were involved with this Gnobar. The three chapters sent a fleet with more than 60 ships to purge this failure from there names. When the fleet entered the plants orbit they were bombarded by a shower of plasma bursts. Before they could fire a shoot down to the plant, the fleet was already down to 33 ships. With an epic space battle the fleet was destroyed with 3 ships remaining. Lord Ackestric relayed a message to the Space Marines saying that “Your time will come but not today…We seek revenge!” Warriors: A Gnobarian foot solider is one nasty piece of work, able to hold there own against even the most hardened veterans of other races. To even get to the front lines a Gnobarian man or woman must go through a 5 year training course. The warriors are highly trained in forest, city and most other types of battlefields. Also there snipers are by far the most fear in the galaxy. They have never missed there targets yet to recorded data. Present: There plant has one ally who helps them from time to time. The Tau. Thanks to the Tau’s weaponry power and the Imperial reliability the Gnobarians have been able to develop there own type of new weaponry technology which have know become know all over the galaxy as something to be feared. Also it has been reported that the Gnobarians are on the trial of the remaining Flaming Skulls.
I have a marine and an eldar to get through so bear with me...
Marines first: The chapter is called the Iron Avengers and is a second founding of the Iron hands, it's livery is turqoise for reasons unknown, however they still wear the black livery on their shoulder pads in honor of their first founding.
An odd chapter, it's battle style is based around mechanized assault, many inquistors have questioned the chapters faith to the emperor as they seem more devote to the Machine god instead.
When a veteran of the chapter is ready to become a commander then they are sent to mars to do their techmarine training, captains do not exist within this chapter, the techmarines take the roll of motivating and guiding the troops to victory on top of their duty to maintain the relics and machines of the chapter. This behaviour has given the chapter the nickname of 'Skittari marines' as they serve the adeptus mechanus even more then the emperor himself.
It has also been seen that the chapter is incredibly ferocious in combat, they mainly fight around close range combat and when engaging in melee their opponants often find that their lives have come to an end.
"Their is no victory to be had in keeping a distance from your enemy, to destroy your enemy up close, to smell the putrid stench of an alien of a heretic as you cleanse it's soul, to feel it's weapons bearing down upon your aumour, to see it's face up against yours, that is when you can claim a true victory." Techmarine commander arestus
And my eldar:
The craftworld Bie-allé (bee-are-lay) is one of the most populated craftworlds in the galaxy with many civilians and many highly trained aspect warriors at it's command.
The craftworld itself tries to remind it's citizens of the time before the fall when life was never ending, where you died and were returned to the warp to be reborn, hence these eldar have an incredibly passionate hate for slannesh even by eldar regards.
The livery of the craftworld is a dark purple contrasted with strong whites, and it's batlle style is based on using large squadrons designed for a specific role on the battlefield, losts of aspect warriors are seen in the Bie-allé warhost. However it is one of the few craftworlds that doesn't make use of jetbike techonlogy, it prefers to gets it's feet on the ground or in a transport. Often wraithlords will accompany them for they are a prime example of rebirth after death.
Gaffer I hope you meant planet supposed to plant... :) Otherwise I'm confused... :'( My story is coming nice information there. ;) And you dude ina' box. I'm just trying to think of a satisfying ending to the current chapter.
Yeh I did....Sorry can't spell for shit...Or maybe They live on a giant plant...not really though.