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In the ages since the Heresy, the greatest weakness of the forces of Chaos has ever been the ancient rivalries between the Chaos Gods. The only emotions that runs deeper than mutual hatred in their servants is their overpowering ambition and greed. And so, deep in the heart of the unholy Eye of Terror, four Lords joined together in an alliance bound by shared ambition and hatred for the Imperium of man, and tempered by mutual distrust and suspicion. Together, the Four Lords of Chaos (as they like to call themselves) form the Brotherhood of the Void, more simply known as the Singularity.
The Four Legions that form the Singularity are each dedicated to a specific Chaos God, and led by a mighty lord. Together, they form a force to be reckoned with.
The Lords are:
Hemorius, Lord of the Bloodless
Nyarloto the Undying, Sorcerer of the Dusk Wind
Sladeren the Glutton, Prince of the Hunger
Kal'Teleron, Sorcerer of the Spectral Reavers
The Blood Angels successor chapter known as the Blood Tide was founded in M35 by a deadly marine known as Hemorius. They were characterized by two things - a love for close combat and the shedding of blood surpassing even that of the Blood Angels, and a fondness for the terrible power of Terminator armor. Hemorius led his chapter into the most brutal and dangerous warzones he could find, teleporting in amidst the enemy and spreading carnage unparalleled. As time passed, he and his men began to lose sight of the reasons behind the wars they waged, and began to wage war for it's own sake. Finally, after wiping out an Orkish Waaagh! in a cramped hive world, they lost their minds. At the subtle urging of a local Khornate cult, they went mad, rampaging through the planet-wide city until every man, woman, and child was dead.
After piling the bodies into heaps the size of the hive cities themselves, they assembled in the heart of the largest of the hives. Here, at the direction of Hemorius himself, they sacrificed themselves, flesh and blood, to Khorne himself. Pleased by the blood provided on this day, Khorne accepted the sacrifice, taking their very flesh and blood as payment for eternal life in servitude, reducing them to animate skeletons, entombed within their own armor. By the time the Cadian 304th arrived, the planet was devoid of life; the only movement was the endless flowing of the cursed rivers of blood fuelled by the madness of Khorne.
The Blood Tide, now known as the Bloodless, have harvested blood for the Blood God for 5000 years since.
The Dusk Wind:
Brother-Captain Nyarloto was the commander of the Dusk Raiders 10th Company for decades before Mortarion took command as the Primarch, changing the name of the chapter to the Death Guard. Nyarloto resented this change, having felt sure that he would one day rise to power as the Chapter Master of the Dusk Raiders. this resentment soon led him to a close correspondence with Brother-Captain Typhon, who knew something that he didn't - Nyarloto was a latent psychic, somehow undetected by the Imperium.
Seeing a useful ally for his ambition, Typhon utilized Nyarlotos influence and abilities as an unusually (even for a Marine) adept fighter in his plans for power. Nyarloto was slowly being warped and shaped for the influences of chaos without even knowing it himself. At Typhon's behest, he began to research several debilitating plagues and disfiguring diseases, allegedly in order to protect his men against them. He began to grow paranoid, particularly of Mortarion, who, thanks to Typhon's encouragements, he began to equate with the very necromancers Mortarion had liberated Barbarus from. The brothers of the 10th Company began to wear larger than normal rebreathers and gas masks, large tubes that connected to massive purification tanks on their backs, replacing standard issue packs.
By the time the Horus Heresy rolled around, Nyarloto was as twisted by hatred and paranoia as any loyalist can be, on the verge of succumbing to the twisted wiles of chaos, as so many others were by this time. When Typhon unleashed his plages upon the Death Guard, Nyarloto was one of those who assisted him, willing to sacrifice his own men in the hopes that it would destroy Mortarion as well. His psychic powers were unleashed in this moment, and, goaded by Typhon and the faint warp-whispers of Nurgle himself, he was able to create diseases born of pure warp chaos and the 10th company was ravaged by sicknesses fouler than any before. It is whispered by some that Mortarion himself carries the choicest of Nyarloto's plagues.
After the Horus Heresy, Nyarloto split from the Death Guard, his hatred for Mortarion driving him away. Ever since, the Dusk Wind Legion has spread death and disease throughout the galaxy in the name of Papa Nurgle.
Slaanesh has ever been known as the Prince of Excess. Of the many excesses his followers divulge, the best known are sexual in nature. However, there are many paths to darkness, and this is just one. The downfall of Sladeren was gluttony. Sladeren was once a simple battle brother in a little known space marine chapter whose name has been lost to time. The chapter was wiped out in a vicious battle with Orks on a nameless Death World at the fringes of the galaxy. Sladeren was the sole survivor, and managed to survive in hiding for several decades on a starvation diet. Even his superior space marine genes were unable to keep him healthy, and he began to waste away. One day, as he lay dying in the endless wastes of the death world, a stranger appeared and approached him. The stranger looked healthy and strong, and spoke with an oily, refined voice. He told Sladeren of a paradise where he could eat to his hearts content. Tempted by this offer, Sladeren was still suspicious, and asked what price the stranger demanded for such a thing. The oily man smiled and said only, "You know the price," and disappeared.
Sladeren considered this for a few days, and after much thought, realized he knew the price he must pay. He called for the stranger to return to him, and, as if from nowhere, the man reappeared. He smiled an oily, disturbing smile and said, "are you ready?" By now, Sladeren was ready to sacrifice anything for a release from the hunger that had been plaguing him. He gave in readily.
Some hundred years later, a terrifying new Daemon Prince known as the Glutton began raiding the fringes of galactic space. A massive figure, covered in rolls of fat and sitting upon a floating platform full of food, he waved a cleaver in one hand, constantly eating with the other. Amidst the Daemonettes and harem girls dancing around him, a single well dressed figure always stands calmly, an oily smile on his face as he whispers advice into Sladeren's ear.
The Spectral Reavers:
Teleron spent only a year as a battle brother before his psychic abilities manifested. While under a psychic assault by a powerful Eldar Farseer, his talent manifested in a violent explosion that eradicated the Farseer and half of his company in a cataclysmic instant. The Inquisition was swift to respond, and he was quickly subdued and detained for questioning. However, the massive psychic outburst had attracted the attention of other consciousnesses. After nearly six month of torture and questioning, his aching body and writhing mind were filled with hatred for the Inquisition, and when the opportunity for escape came, he took it.
When he heard the sound of bolter fire echoing throughout the compound as a contingent of Thousand Sons attacked, he unleashed the psychic anguish that had been building in his mind. The pure psychic energy that was unleashed opened a rift to the warp, through which hordes of Tzeentch horrors and flamers emerged. As they began to tear the Inquisitorial compound apart, Teleron was sucked through the warp rift into the screaming chaos of the immaterium.
By this time, the lure of chaos was hardly a choice for Teleron, and he willingly accepted the gifts of Tzeentch. His first act was to return to the place of his torture and lure other twisted victims of the Imperiums tyranny to him. Soon, The Spectral Reavers began to assault the countryside, obliterating everything that would not succumb to the wiles of Tzeentch, led always by the deadly presence of Teleron. He took the title of Kal, meaning King in a long dead language.
Together, the alliance of the Four Lords of Chaos make a devastatingly powerful force, each contributing specialized units to the Legion. The bulk of the Legion is otherwise made up of newer recruits, initiates chosen from the fast growing Void Cult that they have started in many different parts of the Imperium.
Last edited by fatal_GRACE; September 1st, 2007 at 22:51.
I enjoy most of the fluff, all though some of it seemed a little ehh. But a nice solid background to play a chaos undivided army and it seems like thier are plenty of chaos lords and demons to choose from!
One example here though, is that you have your khorne marines fighting the Tyranids in the 35th millenium when they werent discovered to much later. You could solve this however by just making it the 40th millenium when they fight.
Last edited by AlbinoAlien; September 1st, 2007 at 18:17.
PM me about Aurora Prime Vassal fights! Willing and ready!
Thanks for the reply, and I actually agree that some of the fluff is a little ehh - I came up with alot of it on the spot. I'll probably revise it all and fill it out, someday. I will fix that bit about the nids now.