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Hey!
My first foray into
chaos and Primaris True Scale Marines. May I present Brother Argus
formally of the Brazen Claws, now Leader of the Marked Men. Based on a
Character I had role played in the RPG Black Crusade by Fantasy Flight games. Argus
was "abandoned" on his home world of Talus IV as a Daemonic Horde
engulfed the planet.
The Thunder Hawks
were leaving; he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw them turn to the skies
and leave. He'd heard the order to retreat, but his squad had been too far out
and their Rhino had long been turned to scrap metal. So they'd held their
ground, but no help was coming.
Slowly ammunition
began to dwindle, Blades were drawn and a brutal close combat began. Argus and
his squad fought on hoping that their brothers would answer
their calls for aid. Slowly but surely brother after brother fell beneath the
tide, Argus was left with just his bare hands and a powerless and broken chain
sword.
Their armour slick
with daemon gore Argus and the few remaining brothers begged for salvation,
when all seemed lost Argus thought of his chapter and how they abandoned them
and their home world. All around him nightmares walked and for the first time
he was afraid, afraid that he would lose everything and that wasn’t going to
happen.
The world turned
red and the once dead chain sword in Argus' tight grip burst into life. Without
a second thought Argus threw himself into the horde. One by one his squad
either followed or were pulled beneath the tide of teeth and claws.
The planet had died, Argus and what remained of his squad stood upon a mountain
of death forever changed. They had become Marked Men and Argus had been gifted
with a true brazen claw...
