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Knights of Twinstar
"We are nothing, our lives is nothing. We go now into dust. May the Emperor have mercy on our souls."

- Janos Grim, on the doom of the Knighs of Twinstar

The Knights of Twinstar were a sinister Space Marine Chapter created during the 26th Founding who were exterminated by the Hunters of the Whisper Dragons during the War of Intohimo.

Homeworld and Culture
Since it's founding in the later part of M40 the planet of Twinstar had been a grim place ruled over by tyrannical noble houses who has complete control over the lives of the impoverished mine workers that made up the vast majority of the population. The planets main export was mineral ore, and as such more than nine tenths of the planets surface was given over to mineworks, factories and worker slums watched over by the uncaring aristocracy from their high towers.

Drafted from the ranks of the planets slave miners, the Knights of Twinstar were lawless brutal degenerates kept on a short leash by the Chapters commanders, who were instead sons of Twinstars noble houses; this duel-class arrangement leading to distrust and resentment within the ranks.

Appearance
Scared and branded from their years in slavery, these desperate men volunteered readily for assessment believing that it would lift them from their grim lives into something better. Instead, those who were selected to become Astarties found their lives change for the worse; brutal training regimes and torturous mental conditioning left the chosen men hollow shells, following the orders of their privileged officers with grudging obedience bought about by fear. The armour of these slave-Astartes was rarely painted with more than identification symbols, the lordly purple uniform being the soul property of the highborn. The privileged highborn members of the chapter are by stark contrast well groomed and proud, bearing the finest armour and weapons the Chapter could offer.

Organization
Unlike other Space Marine Chapters where anyone with the right skills can rise through the ranks, only those of noble birth could take command of a unit on the battlefield.

The Knights of Twinstar were separated into ten companies as dictated by Codex Astartes, but that one of the very few ways the Chapter followed Codex. Each company was made up of four squads of twenty warriors led a Prefect and his command squad. Only the command were selected from the Highborn members, the warriors were all members of the lower class.

Virgil du Pont
"It is the man gripped by fear, who still stands to face his enemies, that is truly possessed of bravery."

- Virgil du Pont

Born on the planet of Inothimo Secondus only a few decades prior to the outbreak of war, Virgil grew up amongst the desolate ruins of the planets underhives. From a young age Virgil displayed remarkable charasima and intelligence. Using these skills he bought together the disgruntled bands of hivers, ...

Cinder Kin
"Burn with me."

- Unknown member of the Cinder Kin

Followers of Nulmajii (The Cold Flame), the minor chaos god of the forgotten and spurned, the Cinder Kin are the survivors of the Whisper Dragons who succumbed to the Ash Curse; a gene-seed flaw unique to the chapter that causes the afflicted brothers body to turn to ash from the inside out, turning them into nothing more than a burnt corpse.

Other
"Prepare for the suns arrival!"

- Howling Shades

M'U, Chaos God of the Slavish and Mindless
Unwittingly worshiped by those who no longer care about their lives, M'U lures mortals into with the promise of eternal peace and solace. These doomed souls fall into a cycle of neglect, where they begin to care less and less about their existence; before giving in entirely and letting themselves die.

Born out of the slothful feelings of mortals, M'U reflects all that with is meaningless in the cosmos. Having so real following, the 'Mindless One' is of little power in either the warp or the universe; though this in no way rendered it harmless. Anyone at anytime who feels they have nothing to offer and so do nothing with themselves, of have little interest in their own lives, are all potential victims for the Prince of Sloth. It is not unheard of for the children of highborn nobles or downtrodden factorum workers to fall  asleep never to wake, or lie down at their stations uncaring of the foreman's lash that bears down upon them - their empty, worthless souls refusing to continue with the drudgery of day to day life.

Tired Eyes
"You look exhausted, maybe you should get some sleep."

The voice felt calming on Arvun's mind, soothing his aching muscles. Hour after hour he had stood beside the table, his mind asleep; his busy hands moving across the construction line seemingly by their own volition. But now in the darkness of his room he could not sleep; though nor could he bring himself to rise.

"Close your eyes, embrace the dark." The voice was oddly calming; its constant reassurance mulling him into a state of comma-like stillness, removing all thoughts of his dreary life. He had nothing - he was nothing, and the peace the voice was offering felt like a beautiful release. "If I rest, will I wake again?" he questioned into the darkness, half thinking he would not hear a reply; and for several minutes he did not.

''"Give in..." the voice suddenly proclaimed, "give in to the quiet. Remember not your life... be not a part of those empty hells."''

Arvun smiled as sank into the nothingness.