[W40K]Sons of Kazrath

Started by D33tly, 01-09-2013

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D33tly

QuoteThe sons of Kazrath are a warband formed by the sorcerer Kazrath of the Word Bearers legion. He splintered from the Word Bearers for reasons known only to him, taking those who were most loyal to him, and his sorcery. They floated through the eye of terror for years upon "The Black Comet" until they came across the planet Madrenguard, a former world of the Word Bearers, it's former inhabitants killed by WAAAGH! Tuska which had long since passed the planet. They settled upon this planet, praying in temple long since uninhabited and began to grow in size through cultists, using gene-seed left on the planet by the former Word Bearer owners, the success rate of their marines painfully low. It has been years since this happened, and they have grown to full power now, with hundreds of marines, and countless cultists, "The Black Comet" heading out into imperial space ready for war once more.

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Mutation List/ Rolling if you want: http://i.imgur.com/nFEAqGz.png
Armour Scheme: http://i.imgur.com/A58TkuI.jpg

D33tly

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Name: Kuzreal Bengoth
Veteran from Word Bearers?: Yes
Class(Havoc, Tactical Marine, etc.): Dark Apostle
Description: 8 feet tall wearing the standard black and red armor of the Sons of Kazrath, wielding an Icon of Vengeance, alongside a power sword. His armor is adorned with ancient, dark scriptures and the blood of those that have fallen before him. He wears no helmet, his face strangely morphed by the dark god's will, his kin is pale as if he has never been in the sun, and his nose is no long there, but two slits in it's place, his ears replaces by small holes in the side of his head, and eyes remain unblinking, never once closing.
Weapons: Icon of Vengeance, Power Sword
Mutation(s)?: Pale and Hairless flesh, Inhuman visage

Kuzreal kept his head down as he and the group of lowly cultists he was attached two was suppressed by the heavy bolter up ahead. IT continued to spray fire down onto them, ripping apart any who dare peek out, Kuzreal yelling above the din of the gunfire to prepare to charge. As the heavy rounds stopped firing, he rose from covers, walking past and raising his icon in hand, yelling for those around him to charge the entrenched enemy, and revel in the bloodshed. The cultists around him began climbing over the ruined wall they were using for cover, and began firing their autopistols towards the guardsmen ahead, doing what they could to suppress them as Kuzreal marched forwards, lasbolts fizzling against his armor as he uttered a battle cry, beginning to charge with the cultists into the guardsmen who rushed to reload the heavy bolter, but it was too late. Kuzreal and his remaining cultists were upon them, and were ripped to ribbons. Kuzreal looked around at his remaining cultists, who were reveling in the blood being spilt by the bodies of the guardsmen. Kuzreal yelled for them to follow him, raising his icon once more as he continued further into the battle lines of the hive city, preaching the word of the dark gods.