Also, where are my manners?
This portrait was made by none other than the awesome @robot_beaver for our #war10rds characters! If you haven't already, please check out his page for more cool stuff. 😎
Thanks again, Ser Beav!
Gal Vorbak (Colchisian dialect for "the Blessed Sons") is the name later given to the Space Marinesof the Serrated Sun Chapter of the Word BearersLegion following the 1301st Expeditionary Fleet's Pilgrimage of Lorgar into the Eye of Terror Warp rift that brought back the Primordial Truth of the existence of Chaos to their Primarch Lorgar. Reduced to only three active companies in number, the direct favour of Lorgar was bestowed upon the survivors and resulted in the elevation of their leader, Argel Tal, to the post of Chapter Master of the XVIIthLegion's Serrated Sun Chapter. These "Dark Brethren" became the first of the Daemonhosts later known as the Possessed amongst the Forces of Chaos. Lorgar had tasked the Serrated Sun Chapter with venturing into the Eye of Terror in search of definitive proof that true divinities existed in the universe. This truth made Lorgar realise that the Emperor of Mankind's Imperial Truth was the true lie and ultimately converted him and his entire Legion to the worship of the Ruinous Powers of Chaos. The Word Bearers were the first Legiones Astartes to be corrupted by Chaos and were the primary instruments through which the Dark Gods eventually brought on the horrors of the Horus Heresy. The Gal Vorbak became an elite unit of soldiers in the Word Bearers Legion's order of battle upon their return and later were transformed into Lesser Daemons of Chaos during the Drop Site Massacre of the Loyalist Space Marine Legions on Istvaan V.
I played a total of 4 #plaguemarine squads each with two blightlaunchers and a champion with butonic axe. Here they are a companied by Herold of Khorne. In the fluff #Khorne and #Nurgle are good friends! Khorne followers produce a lot of corpses and Nurgle lets them rot! #win
IV. The Flesh Tearers were the first to reinforce our progenitors on their homeworld Baal as its was being crushed by the tendrils of Hive Fleet Leviathan. Our small Chapter was split between the planet and its two moons. We were martyrs, every moment a desperate last stand. Our blood sang with the Red Thirst as we fought along side brothers against the chitonous waves of Tyranids. We were fighting for redemption, and that was lost when our Chapter Master died on the steps of the Fortress Monastery. We were destroyed. Baal was lost. The Blood Angels had fallen. The Ultramarines arrived with a decadent show of force. They rained down as orbital bombardment razed the overtaken planet. They had refined weaponry, reinforced armor, and advanced tactics. But, they were not battle hardened Astartes. They fought like children playing at war. Only the sheer weight of their assault turned the tide. At the lead was a resurrected conqueror. A man of legend, his example gave inspiration, his army offered hope, his discipline was made doctrine. They were hailed as heroes, but this is a lie. We are the sole survivors from the Primus moon of Baal. We know the truth, and we are forever marked because of it.