Talk:Imperium Asunder

Looks like this can become quite interesting, anons. I just made a few changes: I added the Imperium Asunder category and capitalized the A in Asunder, as well as some minor formatting. The first one so that you can easily find all your articles, and the other two because I just couldn't not do it. Have fun! - Biggus Berrus (talk) 08:44, 8 July 2016 (UTC)

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Realm Guard and Mercenaries

Placing the concepts for regiments and knight houses in discussion for ease of access until I get enough to justify its own page. If anyone has any ideas just put them in here.

>House Hidalgos

The Imperium is no more. What remains now is a gaggle of Legion-States that quarrel over the Emperor's legacy. Any hope of galactic unity was lost when the rifts between realms reached a lightyear in width, and the taint of Chaos poisoned the Earth. However, there are still those who dream for a united Humanity, an end to the heathenry of the West, and the death of Chaos in the universe. Among these idealists are the knights of House Hidalgos, stewards of Conquista, Third of the Emperor. They boast the mightiest tribute of all the Storm Kingdom - six hundred thrones Mechanicus of the Tercio Imperial - which they devote without exception to the crusades of the Storm Hammers. In their fight for the Imperium reborn they are relentless, resolute, and righteous. They close with the enemy, stomp them to pieces, and shred them with their chainswords.

>House Hekaton

Greek dakka knights

Hades is a world of steep cliffs and plateaus, where the people live content as they plant seed and mine precious minerals. It is the ward of House Hekaton, the Chthonic patrons of wealth and death. From the underground lair of Tartaros they watch over the planet, keep it safe from repugnant invaders. When the Fists of Mars call upon them, the Hekatonkires answer. They bring fire and terror from the depths of Tartaros, and take a hundred weapons to bear against xenos and Chaos hordes. The modus operandi of House Hekaton is overwhelming firepower. They often forgo close combat weapons for additional weaponry, exchanging the sword and the clenched fist for the cannon. Their favored pattern is the Knight Crusader, a paragon of long-ranged destruction.

>House Rammstein (Two "M"s)

Renegade Landsknecht knights

>House Melkor

>Lord of the Rings Chaos Knights

>From Morgoth (House Melkor from Melkor :^))

In the far away worlds of the Northwest Galaxy there is an ashen planet long wrought with death. Once a flourishing knight world covered in fields of wheat and barley, Morgoth had lost its green and gold to pollution and war, and is now as barren as the moons in its orbit. Its knights, the lords of House Melkor, have nobody to rule, and now live only to destroy. The jagged black armor of the Melkor Knights is blackened by evil and magic, their battle cannons are infused with arcane energies of the Warp. They are the giants of Chaos Undivided, the invincible juggernauts that do the will of the Gods with murder and havoc.

>Tor Ironheads

Space-Prussians, ride cybernetic mounts.

>Brimstone Fire-Eaters

Space-KKK/Antebellum South, like fire and chemicals.

The planet Brimstone is so rightly named, for it is an unstable world that mines the sulfur spewed from volcanoes and the promethium pouring from the toxic oceans. Its people are hearty and spiritual, but deeply disturbed at their hearts. They spend too much time in the foundries and mines of Brimstone, and over their lives they inhale fumes that degrade their minds and bodies. Life on Brimstone is one of hard labor and a slow descent to madness, and so many are happy to leave once the Storm Hammers come to the world seeking warm bodies for the eternal war against Chaos. With them the Brimstone Fire-Eaters bring their heavy hazmat suits that protect from fire and chemicals, and their handy reserves of holy promethium to cleanse the galaxy in flame.

The tools of the Fire-Eaters are fire and hate. Flamers, hellhounds, incendiaries; the stuff that cleans the soul and purifies the land. Pyromania is the Fire-Eaters' forte, and they live to burn the enemy to pure ash. They are the feared shock troops who sweep buildings with holy promethium and walk through the flames untouched. They are the shock troops who break the heretics, the flame that incinerate ork spores before they can take root, the light that shows the way to righteousness.

>Argon Silverbacks

Heavy infantry, utilize Ogryns heavily, urban and tunnel fighters

>Argon Apemen

Penal Legion, urban and tunnel fighters

Argon is a stormy ocean world, with only one large island that houses a massive prison. This is the Argon Correctional Facility, the home of countless inmates and the charge of the most brutal prison guards in the Jade Empire. The scum of the galaxy are in a constant conflict with their jailers, a never-ending battle between the criminals craving freedom and the guards who must violently repress their desire for such. It is prime ground for Chaos influence and infiltration, and the jailers must be ever-vigilant for the spread of heresy within the facility, and would not bat an eye if they had to purge the prison as they have many times before.

The inhospitable conditions are the perfect environment to raise tough and violent warriors, but it also creates violent sociopaths who have a disdain for authority. The Sky Serpents come by to sweep up penal soldiers from the planet, sending the weaponized criminals called the Argon Apemen to battle with explosives where one of their kidneys should be. They are a rabble of unlucky but undeserving souls, convicts trudged up from many gangs and cell blocks, an assortment of ogryns and ratlings mixed with less-than-pure aliens, that would be as prone to fighting themselves and their allies as the enemy if not for the scars on their bellies reminding them of their duties.

However, the Apemen alone are not sufficient for the war effort. From the jailers of Argon are drawn the elite troops, the Apemen's alpha so to speak. The Argon Silverbacks bring with them the tools of their trade: shotguns, lasguns, carapace armor, riot shields, repressor transports, and brutal techniques and inventions for controlling unruly cons. Behind a thick line of cybernetically-controlled bullgryns and rhinos they hide as they advance down streets, moving from building to building to clear them of the enemy.

>Karadon Cold Ones

Ride raptor mounts.

Karadon is a world of ice and fire. Its seasons are at the mercy of the planet's tectonic instability and the dangerous asteroid ring too close for safety. When the world is stable and the skies are clear, the lands freeze and the oceans hide under thick ice. When the Ring of Fire around the equator erupts violently, it pumps gases into the atmosphere that trap the sun's heat and scorches the surface, plummeting Karadon into darkness and fire. But woe truly comes when the rare asteroid impacts the planet, shattering it and awakening ancient creatures from deep within the crust. To compete with the machinations of the universe, the Saurians of Karadon have evolved adaptations specific to each event, the ecosystem alternating with the cycle of ice and fire. In the times of fire, cold-blooded predators emerge from their slumber, smelling the sulfur and blood that choke the atmosphere. In the times of ice the cold-blooded Saurians hibernate and make way for the hot-blooded ones, who scour the land for prey.

The people of Karadon too have adapted to the cycle. They are a primitive collection of tribes, too backwards to be called civilized, whose culture is based on the Saurians. They hunt them, eat them, capture them, tame them, and ride them. When the Undying Scions come to Karadon and the Karadoni give their pound of flesh, they bring their beasts with them. Thus the Karadon Cold Ones are two regiments: The Cold Years who master the tundra and ice fields, and the Hot Years whose Saurians excel in the heat. Their pets are all manner of beast, from the miniscule petaraptors to the colossal gigarexes, their teeth all sharp and deadly.

>Suka (Working name) Steelborn

Not!Destiny Guardians, archeotech, void fighters

The planet Suka is a grim world: its surface is devoid of any atmosphere, almost lifeless save the beasts that brave the distances between settlements and the plants which reach deep into the tunnels for sustenance. Not a human soul lives on the surface, but must reside in various airtight villages scattered around the planet, ancients structures from the Dark Age of Technology revered by their denizens with worship. In such a world resources are scarce, and so the tech-tribes must fight using their ancient artifacts, bringing void-suits and lasguns to bear against each other.

The tech-tribes of Suka do not wage war themselves, but instead send forth their gods. Among the most ancient technologies of Suka are ancient incubation vats, automated apparatus that give birth to flesh. What beings emerge from these metal wombs are not mere men to the tech-tribes; they are gods, born of machine, whose exclusive right is to lay waste to the bodies and spirits of machines. Only the Steelborn, sons of metal, can break metal; the lower born of flesh have no say in the affairs of spirits. Steelborn cross the airless surface of Suka, fighting other steelborn for their tech-tribe, scavenging archeotech, providing valuable services to the tech-tribes as they explore the world.

Occasionally, when the stars are too many, gods from the sky descend to Suka. Representatives of the Astartes, greater gods of machinery, come to the planet to spirit away hundreds of Steelborn into the larger galaxy's endless conflicts. Other times it is techpriests, truly divine men to the Sukans, searching for archeotech, bringing more technology to the tech-tribes to trade for rarer items. Sometimes, it is not gods but demons who come to Suka. In such times the Steelborn must defend their world against the horrors of the galaxy.

>Anthrax Chem Guard

Medieval Europe (Grail-shaped beacon, anyone), siege bio and chemical

Far within the reaches of the Dark Imperium lies a poisoned bastion world of insects and toxins. A deadly forest covers the planet in a coat of noxious gas, its roots and spores reaching deep into the ground and across the land spreading its poisons. Only the Chem-Bastions of Anthrax, manufactor-fortresses, can protect the Anthraxians from the forest's blight. The cramped Chem-Bastions provide insufficient sustenance for its population, and little work is available for the massive swathes of homeless. The only way to escape from the confines and destitution of Anthrax is to join the Chem Guard, and fight the Warmaster's enemies in the Galaxy.

Every year the marshals of Anthrax hold a lottery for the privilege to join the Chem Guard; for a small price a citizen may have a chance of finally leaving the dangers of turning gears and deadly gas, but even then only slim. However, the recruits quickly find themselves in a different kind of peril. The Chem Guard is so named for its affinity for deadly life-eating weaponry-chemical weapons, biological agents, and rad weapons of unparalleled power. The Chem Guard's method of warfare is a slow and violent one: surround the enemy, shell and gas them, spread plague and radfire within their walls and cities, and grind them to nothing. The battle against Anthrax troops is one of attrition and willpower, but few on either side of the line have the will to survive Anthrax's poisons. If not for their masks the Chem Guard would die as quickly as the enemy, but even with protection from the gas and the plague they are still susceptible to the lasbolts and the ordnance of the enemy, and thus the life of a Chem Guard legion is short and taxing.

>Corps 0

Super sekret semi-supersoldiers, literally Guard on steroids, close combat and suicide attacks

The concerns of the Dark Imperium lie not in the preservation of its people, but the destruction of the galaxy. Aboard a secret space station in deep space are a myriad of dark projects conducted by the Dark Mechanicus, among them the production of suicide troops pumped full of combat drugs and low-quality bionics. Corps 0 is their designation, an impersonal designation that highlights their lack of humanity. Placed in cryosleep, a regiment of Corps 0 is shipped off in a transport to their first and last battle, where they shall achieve their one mission and perish.

Corps 0 burns quickly like a raging inferno, destroying everything in its path before succumbing to wounds or their own enhancements, both chemical and cybernetic. The Corps 0 regiment is given its target - a hill, a fortress, a titan or baneblade company - and unleashed on the battlefield. Zero Troopers rush their enemy in a suicidal charge, ignoring the pain of gunfire and flying shrapnel, and meet the enemy in close quarters. With reflexes temporarily enhanced they tear opponents limb from limb until either the enemy or the enhancements kill them, and without any concern for their own well-being they tackle vehicles and equipment with explosives strapped to them. The soldiers of Corps 0 were not meant to live; if their own cybernetics don't tear themselves from the flesh, or if their combat stims don't cause catastrophic organ shutdown, then the enemy would certainly kill them. However, even if the attack fails, it is all but certain that Corps 0 had inflicted enough damage for a follow-up attack to finish the job.

>Vytorian High Guard

Patton IN SPACE, armored warfare

>Grogan Thunderheads

Space North to the Fire-Eaters' Space South, artillery specialists

>Sabbath Ice Maidens

Totally not Night Witches, air attack

In the zone contested by the Crusader States and the Dark Imperium lies the frozen ocean world Sabbath. It is an unforgiving land devoid of warmth and land, where inhabitants live in the massive floating cities that smash through the ocean ice and move with the marine megafauna. In most ways it is a world that lacks strategic significance; forces both Chaos and Crusader would pass over without bothering with sacking such a useless planet. What little it does supply, however, could make all the difference in a battle. The cities of Sabbath can only be connected by either the massive icebreakers that smash the sea, or by the brave pilots who take to the skies. Men are marines, whalers, walkers; but women are pilots, leaders, and ultimately the fighters desired by the galaxy. Fleets dare come near Sabbath in hopes of trading vital materiel for the service of Sabbath women and their craft, not merely because they are good pilots, but because they are dangerous pilots. The skills of the Sabbath Ice Maidens are honed in the winds and darkness of their frozen home, and so have mastered nights and gales.

>Zaphnath Sun Soldiers Space Egypt, no relation to the fucking necrons goddammit, specialize in infantry combat.

>Samar Archangels Space Parajumpers/Airborne, specialize in drop assault and rescuing stranded soldiers.

>Palatine Lionhearts Space Bretonnia/Medieval Europe, mounted charge, mercenaries.

>House Hemaglutin Nurgle knights