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Here are the ideas behind my third and upcoming Sisters of Battle army.
The Holy Order of St. Repanse de Lyonesse was established essentially to be a body guard for one of several experimental genetic projects being carried out by the Ecclesiarchy. As long as humanity has existed, there has been a need to keep the relics and remains of the Saintly dead as reminders of what humanity, yes, our sinful, weak, and failing humanity, can be when it achieves it's spiritual potential.
Many ages ago on Terra there was a land known as Bretonnia. And a great heroine named Repanse de Lyonesse arose during a time of darkness to save her people from the powers of darkness. The fate of Repanse is not now known, but it is known that she gifted her helm to a convent during her life. And throughout the centuries it was preserved and kept, sometimes revered, sometimes fought over, but mostly ignored...
Recently however, the helm was recovered from a primitive stasis capsule along with other ancient artifacts, and genetic material was recovered. Could it belong to Saint Repanse of myth and legend?
The genetic material was used as the basis, along with material from more recent Saintly Relics of the Ecclesiarchy, to produce an infant girl, who was raised by the Adeptus Sororitas.
What will the result of this experiment be? Will the little girl, Francois de Lyonesse, become a saint reborn? Will she achieve mighty deeds in the name of the Emperor? Or will she fail and wallow in the shallow mediocrity that curses the bulk of humanity, achieving nothing lasting, and living in sin and darkness?
Join us as we follow this unusual child, and the minor order that acts as her guardian and bodyguard.
Game note: The Holy Order of St. Repanse de Lyonesse centers around the Palatine heroine Francois de Lyonesse. In battle she is accompanied by a squad of Seraphim. The colors of the Order are blue and red, and a white or silver fleur de lys make up their battle flag. Troops wear black armor with red and blue sleeves and livery. Elites wear power armor that is blue on the right side and red on the left.
Ideas in development: Francois may or may not use the profile in the old Bretonnian book for Repanse, and carry Repanse's gear in addition to her 40K things.
Anyway, this is the seed for my army fluff, what do you think? Of course, Repanse and Bretonnia are the property of Games Workshop and no challenge to their ownership is intended.
Thanks for reading!
It's a nice idea, right up to the point where you mention the genetic experiment. The Ecclesiarchy doesn't do that kind of stuff on it's own, there'd need to be Mechanicus involvement and, from the sound of it, a Thorian Inquisitor too.
To make things a bit more reasonable, I'd suggest the following changes:
Make Repanse a reasonably standard 40K saint, rather than something from the dim and distant past. It makes it more feasible to imagine the lineage carried on in a Battle Sisters order. I'd also make "de Lyonnesse" an honorary title for the Canoness of the order, which you already seem to have done.
Have a Thorian inquisitor (not necessarily represented in-game) interested in using her genetic material (held by the Order as a relic, like you said) as a means to resurrect her into new sainthood once more. Or, now I think about it and depending on what flavour you want, a Xanthite who tries to bind her soul into another body to capture her essence (possibly using the existing "de Lyonnesse" as a host). The Sisters are likely to be unaware of the details of all this, but are hardly going to complain if something that appears to be a Living Saint happens in their midst. Either one of those options seems more likely than the Sisters themselves engaging in what is likely to be technoheresy.
Hope this helps.
Hi there Xerxes!
I was wondering what the tech levels in genetics were in the 40K universe. If cloning were easy, they would clone Space Marine Geneseed and not have to dig it out of their fallen brethren I guess. Or do they still do that? I like your idea for having someone else doing the experiment. In fact, I'd like an Inquisitor to be investigating that scientist or organization, and find the girl child during it's destruction. As little Francois would be a result of this 'technoheresy' (I love that word!), the ecclesiarchy would have to carefully weigh the pros and cons of letting her grow up. On one hand she is tainted with the abomination of an unnatural birth. On the other hand, if the mad scientist's experiment works out, she may rival Celestine and Anias in power and glory some day...and the universe needs such light so badly...! So they decide to raise her under guard. The Seraphim that guard her are charged secretly to execute her at the first sign of corruption or abomination, something Francois is unaware of at this point.
Perhaps Francois hears 'voice' like St. Joan of Arc did...? Anyway, I think I will change the story to something like this, what do you think Sir Xerxes?
--- Be well, be blessed!
Thanks again Sir Xerxes! It's great being able to talk with someone knowledgable about the fluff and background. There's so much material I haven't read it's scary to try to come up with a story. I am going to take your advice and use an Inquisitor in place of the 'mad scientist' and use his authority to initiate this project. I'll have to read up on Inquisitors, I have always skipped that part of the fluff in the codex because I wanted an all Sisters army, I hope you don't mind me asking you if reading about them brings up questions in my mind?
--- Have a great day!
Of course not, ask away! Inquisitors are some of the best bits of the fluff, if you know where to look. One particular document that might be of interest was part of the introduction to the Inquisitor game, and describes their various factions. A copy is here, or you can download the Inquisitor rulebook from GW's Specialist Games website.
Cloning normal humans is within their abilertys but cloning Spacemarine geneseed is somthing else. The primarch Corax was a brilliant genetasist, he used cloning to rebuild his forces arter the hericy. Alough he eventuley got somthing usable it took decades of work to do it. Earlier attempts of artificaly reproducing geneseed resulted in twisted and monstrous mutations, feral beasts, wild and uncontrolable. Even after years of trial and error his final result was still slightley unstable, tales and rumors of deformatys and spontanious mutations still dog the decendants of Corax ten thousand years later.If cloning were easy, they would clone Space Marine Geneseed and not have to dig it out of their fallen brethren I guess. Or do they still do that?
Corax was a Primarch, a demi-god created by the Emperor himself, with mental and physical abilertys beyond all others. But even he could not master the art of replicating the unstable and experimantal geneseed technology. Even attempting to replicate geneseed in this way has become, at best taboo, at worst hericy that would bring doom apon you.
Hi there Skydog!
That's why in your chapter the Blood Knights, the Agogi are cloned humans, but receive standard chapter gene seed at adolescence, right? Because the gene seed cannot be easily replicated? Thanks for the help, I looked up that Corax guy on Lexicanum, wow, they were herding mutant abominations into battle? That were spawned from their own clones? They definitely need some Inquisition...
Be well, be blessed!
Hey Frankie.That's it in a nut shell.That's why in your chapter the Blood Knights, the Agogi are cloned humans, but receive standard chapter gene seed at adolescence, right?
The geneseed is basicley nanotech that rewrites the genetic structure of the host and creates new organs, glands ect... This technollogy was experimental at best, even in the days of the great crusade, so screwing about with it is just asking for it to go wrong and cause changes you don't want.
Maybe you can help me with somthing. I've been trying to think of a new name for the Agogi and Sparti. I took it from the Spartans, the Spartan education system where young children were taken to be raised in the Agogi and trained their whole lives to be the ultimate warriors seemed to fit what I was doing so I took the name. The problem is, my chapter is called the Blood Knights, their whole theme is ment to be medievil knights errand. The ancient Greek and medievil themes just don't fit. If you have any ideas for a more medievil sounding name I'd like to hear them.
I've had a story bouncing arounnd my head since I read your fluff. Hope you like it.
REDEMPTION OF A RISEN ANGEL
The Ecclesiarchy had heard unsettling reports of hericy and treason from the world of Varo in the segmentum-pacificus. Accounts of blood cults worshiping pagan gods and open defiance of official ecclesiarchal doctrin. In responce to this the Ecclesiarchy sent the Holy Order of St. Repanse de Lyonesse to cleanse the corruption of hericy and return the world to the Emperors light.
Apon arriving, the Sisters of Battle made planet fall at the port city of Crixus, establishing a base of operations from which to operate. Shortley after arriving, the planets govenor militant Albert DeServaro arrived to greet them. Once meeting with the orders canoness he explained to her in full detail what had been happening on the planet. It seemed the influences of Tzeentch had wormed their way into the planets sociery. Seduced by emty promises, catering to shallow desires, many people had beed drawn into blood cults and dark kabals dedicated to the Chaos god. Alough the cultists numbered few they proved dificult to deal with, sticking to the shadows, pulling strings from behing the curtain, the Imperial forces on the planet strugled to weed them out. Govenor DeServaro informed the Canoness that in some areas fighting had broken out, lacking numbers and resources, the cultists waged a campaign of terror, gorilla warfare and assasinations in the citys of Cyron and Ballis.
Once updated on the situation, Canoness Serres Victoria of the Holy Order of St. Repanse de Lyonesse quickley decided a course of action. She would martch on the citys of Cyron and Ballis where the presence of the cultists was strongest and burn them to the ground. Govenor DeServaro questioned if that might be a bit excessive but the Canoness had made her decision. The coruption of these citys would be put to the tourch, the cultists in the city would be made an example to others. All would see where the path of hericy lead and would forever return to the Emperors light.
Govenor DeServaro, stating that it was his shame, these cults sprang up under his watch, pledged his forces to the Sisters side so that he may correct his mistakes and find redemption in the Emperors eyes. A mighty armoured colum of rhino transports, exorcist tanks and immolaters, escorted by lines of Imperial Gaurd sentinals, leman russ and basalisks made it's way west, towards the terrorized city of Ballis. At the end of the second day the colum came to a halt, they would reach the city the next day and the Canoness instructed her sisters to rest their bodys and prepare their spirits for what would come.
In the cold silence of night, the Canoness suddenley awoke, one of her sisters burst in unanounced to deliver a report but before she could even speak a word the crashing thunder of artillary shook the earth beneath their feet. The escorting units of Gaurd had opened fire on them. Canoness Victoria rushed to her post and did all she could to salvage the situation, caught in a surprize attack by surposed allies, she knew her mission was simpley to save as many sisters as possible and escape the ambush. The traitors first targets in the ambush were the sisters exorcist tanks, lacking any artillary to laydown cover fire the sisters were forced to scramble for their armoured transprots under a hail of shells.
Once all that were able had made it to the vheicles the sisters set out. Heading away from the incoming fire at best speed, moving out just as a tank squad of leman russ came on their position, the sisters had escaped death by a narrow margin.
Moving south to escape the advancing line of traitor tanks, the sisters suddenley came under fire from a new source. A detatchment of sentinals had been despatched ahead of the main force to cut of lines of retreat. Knowing that if their retreat was delayed for to long their presuers would catch up with them and they'd be caught in a cross-fire, Canoness Victoria ordered the retreating sisters to hit the sentanils with everything they had. The few surviving Immolater flame tanks moved ahead of the transports, scorching the sentinals with liquid promethium, the light walker vheicles began to warp and buckle under the heat while the screams of the crew inside blotted out the roaring sound of the tank engins all around them. Immolater tanks and sentinals danced around each other, the tanks charging the positions of the walkers, attempting to cleanse them with white hot flame. The agile walkers avoiding the tanks then re-positioning to fire at the oncoming Immolaters. The night sky was lit up with the red flashes of las-cannons and whith hot glow of liquid promethium.
As the battle raged, the Canoness feared the delay would cost them all their lives. With the tank squadrens approching from the north and sentinals cutting off retreat, defeat seemed certain. The situation looked dire but few amoung the sisters doubted, the Emperor would provide. Hope came unexpectedley in the form of a missile volly from a ridge line to the west. The missiles hit the sentinals position deatroying all but three of them, which were quickley pounced upon by the Immolaters. The dualing sentinals and Immolaters had been so close the Canoness couldn't be shure the walkers were the intended target or if they had simpley gottern lucky. Uncertain if the soilders on the ridge line were friend of foe she had her sisters prepare for the worst. The ridge line firmley in their gun sights, the sisters braced themselves for the attack, but the attack did not come.
Prepared for more rockets they instead received a transmission, a crackley voice came over the vox "om in, I repeat, come in. This is comander Criss of the Varo'n 3rd. We have spotted a large tank colum moving on your position from the north. You have to get out of there. Do you read me?" The Canoness ansewered the call, "I am Canoness Serres Vivtoria of the Holy Order of St. Repanse de Lyonesse, we were ambushed and are in need of aid, can you help us?" "We are stationed in the city of Ballis, if you are able to reach our base we can offer you shelter." Not knowing if she could trust this crackley voice but knowing she had little other choice and that she could trust nothing that snake DeServaro had told her, she had her sisters load the wounded into the vheicles still working and made best speed for Ballis.
Once ariving in Ballis, Canoness Victoria learned what had realy happened on this planed. "He lied to me. He lied right to my face and I didn't see it. I'll make that bastard pay for what he's done, I swear it!" Just as Govenor DeServaro had said, Chaos worshiping cults dedicated to Tzeentch had grown up in the shadows, pulling strings, manipulating and scheeming. Desperate and brutal gorilla fighting had indeed broken out in the citys of Cyron and Ballis. However, what DeServaro had not said was, the desperate gorilla fighting was that of the last remaining loyalists on the planet. The cultists had stayed in the shadows and wormed their way into almost every position of power on the planet. Comander Criss of the Varo'n 3rd told of how almost over night, the entire planed had changed. High ranking officers, nobles, all the movers and shakers, all at once, turned the government of Varo from the Imperium and any that spoke up simpley vanished without a trace, along with thier friends, family, neighbours and close work colligues. Faced with such forces most of the planets population felt it best to stay quiet and accept the new way of things.
The Varo'n 3rd had made their stand in one of the last loyal bases on the planet, in the city of Ballis. Surounded by traitors, cut off from surplys, they were forced to fight the only way they could, gorilla warfare, sabotarge and assasinations. Knowing that most of the populous was kept in line by the terror tactics of their treasonous leaders, they hoped that if they were able to cut the heat of the snake the body would die. Unfortunatley, the low ranking officers and minor officials they had killed so far were to far down the food chain to turn the people to their side. For any hope of victory they would have to kill the govenor militant and his inner circle of nobles and generals. Burning with fury at the thought, she was in the same room with that traitor bastard, she could have ended it all right there if she'd known! She knew what she had to do, she would martch on the capital and remove the snakes head personaly.
Comander Criss tried to reason with her, her forces were no better off than his own, attacking the capital was a suiside mission. Her reply was simple and to the point "It's not suiside, it's sacrafice. If every one of us must lay down our lives to return this world to the Emperors light, so be it." Moved by such determination, he decided, "This is my world, if you're going to fight for us, you're not fighting alone." Their first action was to move their united forces east, directley towards the traitors that had ambushed them a few days earlier. The Sisters of Battle attacked with such fanatical zeal and richous fury, the Varo'n 3rd were both terrafied and inspired by their new allies and driven to fight all the harder. Having defeated the traitor gaurdsmen, the united Sisters and Varo'n 3rd salvaged as many of the captured vheicles as possible, then set off.
They devided their forces into two groups, the first containing all their battle tanks, sentinals, artillary and most of their transports, the other containing only a few dozen transport vheicles. The first whent north to the capital city of Marksis and the other group headed east to the port city of Crixus where the sisters had first landed. The first group met the Varo'n 1st, 2nd and 5th on aproch to the city, bombarded with artillary fire and air strikes, the entire unit was completley destroyed without even putting up a fight. Apon investigation, the traitor gaurdsmen found that the army they had just bombed into oblivion was almost entireley un-manned. The tanks had no crews, only a single driver, half of them didn't even have a driver, they were simpley chained to the tank infront and draged.
The second group whent largley ignored, it was thought the troops garrisoned at Crixus would be more than enough to handle this small force, so, no-one was sent to intercept them. The Sisters and loyal Gaurdsmen were crammed into the transports in the most uncomftable and undignafied way possible to hide their numbers. A brave few had voulnteered to take the first group north as a diversion while the rest launched a surprize attack on the space port of Crixus. Exiting their vheicles outside the city and advancing behind the transports for cover, the Sisters and 3rd company made their way through the city streets, heading for the space port. Taking heavy losses from enemy fire, they pressed on regaurdless. They had their goal and nothing would stop them. They pushed forward for the space port when they hit a wall, the citys defence force had built a large baracade at the entrance of the port covered by heavy weapons. Their path forward blocked, the path behind them closing in, they arranged the surviving transports in a circle and took cover. Fire flying above their heads, an overwhelming enemy force pressing down on them and cut off from any retreat. All hope seemed lost, but you don't need hope when you have faith. As the surviving sisters and gaurdsmen kept their heads down, taking cover from the incoming fire, they sudenly felt a warm, comforting light shining on their backs. Without even looking, the sisters knew what this feeling was, they had heard the storys many times and dreamed of one day receiving the touch of the Emperors light in this way.
Canoness Serres Victoria rose up on glorious wings, shining with holy light, flames dancing around her. The gaurdsmen, loyal and traitor alike looked apon the Canoness with a mixture of awe, wonder and fear. In a blinding flash of light the heavaley defended baracade blocking the entrance to the space port was smashed into peices and on fire. As she charged forward, carried by wings of holy light Serres let out a mighty cry "Forward! For the Imperium. For the Emperor!" One of the sisters folowed with a cry of her own "Charge. Follow the Canoness, Follow the Living Saint. For the glory of the Emperor!" Not realy understanding what was happening, the Varo'n 3rd were re-ashured when they heard the Canoness call ont in the emperors name, then more so when the Sister at their side called her the Living Saint. Alough they didn't understand what magics were going on around them, it seemed thier allies did.
Charging forward with new found passion and zeal, the Sisters and 3rd company Gaurdsmen stormed into the space port. The path of any presuers trying to follow them blocked by the burning fury of the Living Saint. Half of them boarding several ships in the port at the time, the rest of the survivors and the Living Saint holding the area as long as they could so the ships could get airborn. The two cargo ships, and four transports lifted off the ground, the backwash of their engins killing those left below to defend them in a wash of flame. Heading north to the city of Marksis, the ships stayed as low as they could to avoid surface to air weapons fire. Fighters and gun ships were scrambled to intercept the ships, three of them were shot down before they reached their target but the other three got through. Crashing in to the city spires, flaming rubble showered the city, as the engins ruptured the ships fuel ignited in a raging fire storm that engulfed the entire city.
The suiside attack by the Sisters of the Holy Order of St. Repanse de Lyonesse and the loyalist Gaurdsmen of the Varo'n 3rd company had destroyed the entire city. The nobles and elites of the city burned to death in a furneral pyre that could be seen from orbit.
As the ships aproched the city, Comander Criss, onboard one of the transports recalled the Canoness earlier words "It's not suiside, it's sacrafice. If every one of us must lay down our lives to return this world to the Emperors light, so be it." He could only hope that with the head of the snake removed the body would die and the Emperors light would return to his world.
The story's yours if you want it. May the Emperor protect you.