Hey guys! Managed to get some serious progress on my Knight Acheron over the weekend and finished him! Super happy with how he came out and cant wait to get him on the table this Saturday! Below continues the story of House Asgard at the out break of the Horus Heresy:
The fragile, devastated ground shook to Jorgmundár’s thunderous strides, as relentless and terrifying as the heartbeat of death itself. The air was clogged with thick acrid vapours, great particulates of ash swirling and dancing on the sudden and brutal gusts of wind that swept the wasteland. The rad-wastes of the Gorbal Depression had been the boiling pot of a civil uprising, against which side they railed was unknown. The abhuman zealots native to the area had exploded from the under hive in barely human guises, loping and screaming their hatred of the cruel world into which they were born. For some unknown reason they daubed their faces and bodies with blue dye and screamed the word “Change” over and over, mispronouncing and endlessly repeating minor enunciations.
The Gorbal depression had once been an industrial sector, building the great warships of the crusade to the exacting standards of the mechanicum. One day an awful tragedy occurred when the then planetary governor Magerus Thatcherous’ greed demanded a greater tithe of her people. Slowly, incontrovertibly corners were cut, materials were cheapened, specifications were reduced until breaking point was reached. In one ship yard a waning, aged fission reactor began to fail. The warning signs were ignored or misconstrued and the inevitable happened with the deep bass boom that only the death throes of a reactor makes, it went critical, melting down and changing the Gorbal Depression for the next 10,000 years…
Jorgmundár had been sent by the High King to cleanse the area, burning the zealots in super heated flames to ensure their utter destruction. Having achieved his objective and sated his blood lust, but not his anger, Jarl Timotep Henricksson strode towards the outer reaches of the depression. The ignomity of being sent to slaughter the pathetic zealots was a dishonour, he did not relish the killing and felt only hatred towards himself for being relegated to the task. That hatred was only equalled and surpassed by the man responsible for his fallen status, High King Galufsson….
The rad count on his suit gradually dropping, while the Knight chassis could withstand considerable radition, more than enough to kill a man in minutes, it did have the side effect of blocking long range communications. No sooner had the readings dropped to just over lethal did a warning beacon blink furiously on his heads up display. The imperium was at war, with itself, High King Galufsson had yet to declare the allegiance of House Asgard, instead summoning the three other Jarls on the planet to Mondus Ayrr. Fury began to well inside Henricksson, soon there would be a reckoning and vengeance would be his…
