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i have no proper story as of yet, but i can say this: they're an imperial fist succesor, and they're all named after my friends: heres the names list:
Chapter-Master Jeremiah (Jeremy, the creator of half my personality and The Daggerhand)
Chaplain Joseph (my dad's middle name, hes my role-model)
Chief Librarian Shin (Steve Shin is the only person smarter than me at school, he takes the lime-light off me, god bless him)
Terminator Sergent Valentinian (my right wing and left arm, Eric Valentine)
Tactical Squad Vet. Sergent Calcides (my friend Cal)
Tactical Squad Sergent Gregory (my friend Kyle Greg)
Scout Sergent Jonathan (my silent partner in crime)
Assault Squad Torres ( Alfredo Torres, a huge speed freak)
erm...thanks. Is this the right forum for you?
i dont mean to be rude, but you can share this with your friends, but it doesnt mean much to the rest of us. Best to keep your personal life personal and talk about things we can relate to.
:mad: god, your an impatient bunch! i wrote it here so i wouldnt forget it. heres the story:
After the great crusade there was a great panic while trying to repair the nearly crippled Imperium, and the battered Space Marines of the Adeptus Astartes. The Imperial Fist legion was in ruin, no more than 7000 of their number were alive, and so they began to rebuild.
After the penning of the Codex Astartes the Imperial Fists broke into chapters as the holy tome commanded, and among them was the Daggerhands, and they were given as their homeworld Dranel, a world of which bred some of the finest Imperial Guard legions in the Imperium. With so many natural warriors the Daggerhands soon came to full strength, but soon after a horde of bloodthirsty orks attacked the planet and they were forced to defend it. The greenskins had fought and decimated almost 3 regiments of the Guard before the Marines arrived. The Chapter-Master at the time, Eranel, acted swiftly in repelling the xenos scum. He led a group of 200 , some in tactical dreadnought armor, into the very center to find the filth's leader. Eranel, armed with a pair of lightning claws, fought the Ork warlord for 2 solid days and nights and all around him the Daggerhands were slaying the greenskins to the ork.
On the third day the leader of the Orks nearly cut Eranel in two, but before he died the Chapter-Master stuck a claw into the foul beast and with the other he shoved a grenade into its wound. The explosion incinerated the warlord and what was left of his warriors fled. The planet was saved, but the Chapter-Master was dead
After an elaborate burial ceremony of Eranel's ashes, what was left of his armor was reforged into the Fists of Blades, a holy pair of lighting claws worn into battle by the Chapter-Masteras a sign of his rank, and as a reminder of the sacrifice every Space Marine is willing to make for the Imperium.