I have been inspired. As much as I have enjoyed playing my World Eaters over the past couple of months, it can be quite hard to think of a good narrative when your army playing in a context 10,000 years older than the army across the table from me, and listening to Inquisitor Steve’s youtube IS:LITH series. I am pretty jealous of the way he strings together his battle reports with a rolling narrative.
So starting my Word Bearers army gives me the perfect opportunity to start fluffing up my blog a bit. So here is chapter 1 of The Word, the introduction to the 2 main protagonists, my Dark Apostle and his Coryphaeus and the motivation of the 76th Host.
So here goes:
Tol Karesh stared out across the swirling majesty of the warp through the oculus on the bridge of the Inpaenitens Traditor. His erstwhile cousins of the XV Legion knew it as the Great Ocean and in this Tol Karesh agreed with the sons of Magnus, for those with the eyes to see and the will to embrace there was infinite beauty and a depth of knowledge to be discovered but for the narrow minded and the superstitious, it would remain a place of fear and trepidation.
Colours of hue without name churned beyond the viewing port and Tol Karesh saw seemed to see them with all his senses not just his eyes. He tapped his fingers on the ebony armrest of his command throne impatiently as the servitors hardwired the bridge’s technical ports mewled and gibbered through distended mouths.
Frost began to coalesce in the corners of the oculus and Tol Karesh’s breath turned to mist before his face. A milky haze started to seep from the facial orifices of the slave chained to the sacra conventus in front of the command throne. The trickle became a flood as opaque smoke poured from the mouth of the wretch enveloping him in whirling smog.
‘Dark Apostle…I had expected you sooner’
+The Council deliberates, my Coryphaeus, they bicker and squabble like the bureaucrats of Terra+
‘Yet you still do not seek to return to the host?’
+There is still much work to be done here on Sicarus. The answer to all of our problems does not lie at the end of a bolter clip or the hilt of a blade Tol Karesh; there are matters which require a more…. diplomatic approach+.
‘The council allows you to speak at the assembly?’
+No brother, the council permits me to sit at the assembly, as is my right as Dark Apostle of the 76th Host, but no more. Our punishment for the failure at Graxus Prime continues, and will do so for some time I fear. Trebelos has the ear of Erebus and whispers into it lies that even the First Chaplain would admire+
Tol Karesh felt acidic bile rising in his throat at the mention of the name. ‘We will make him answer for his lies. He betrayed us on Graxus Prime when he felt his grip on the Dissaperex failing and now he makes the 76th his scapegoats.’
+His influence is too strong to challenge openly in the council, but there are many amongst them that do not count him as a friend, and a few who have all but made him their enemy. It will not be his time forever Tol Karesh+
‘By the will of the Gods’
+We will make our own retribution, Coryphaeus, and hope that the Pantheon he will find unmerciful when his time comes. We must be patient, to move to soon would be to invite disaster. My position is perilous and your fate is inextricably linked to mine. Should the council replace me, who would entrust his host to the Coryphaeus behind the Graxus Prime debacle? No, Tol Karesh, you need me, much more than you realise+
‘You know me too well to try and intimidate me’
+Perhaps, but you hear the truth in the words I speak. Stay your choler friend, we will rebuild the reputation of the 76th and then you shall have your reckoning+
‘The Coteries are assembled; you have not yet revealed our destination’
+The Eldar destroyed the Dissaperex on Graxus to keep it from us, and with it the Legion’s only chance of claiming the artefact. But there is another Tol Karesh, and with it lies our chance of redemption. The Eldar believe it to remain a secret but their arrogance will undo them+
‘How can you know this?’
+It is the will of the Gods. The council is also unaware and in this we can count ourselves fortunate, for they would not entrust us to reclaim it a second time, but presenting what was thought lost to the council would surely end our punitive exile+.
‘Where can I find it? I will bring fire and death to the planet that holds it and any enemy who stands in my way’
+Have patience Coryphaeus, we will not make the same mistakes as last time. We have much work to do before we should move for the Dissaperex. Travel to the Simultus Cluster in the galactic east, you will hear from me again upon your arrival. We have much to discuss Tol Karesh but there are many other… tasks that require my attention and I can feel my link through the sacra conventus fading. May the pantheon smile upon your journey.+
The mists around the slave intracted into his nose and ears and he dropped to the floor of the bridge, dead.