Sciatha Fuath

"Thine ifrinn, na crúba an dorchadais, na lanna solais, gach briseadh roimh Sciatha Fuath. Chun go bhfuil siad Stoirm, tá siad Draugar."

- The Oath of the Shield, spoken by each member of the Sciatha Fuath

The Sciatha Fuath are the chosen honor guard of the Greatest of Draugar Lords, Malak Blackspawn. Each member is a mighty Champion of the Dark Gods, and a terrible warrior with no equals within the Storm Draugar. They march into battle alongside their unstoppable leige, bringing glory to the Storm and striking terror into the hearts of both men and xenos alike.

The Sicatha Fuath come from various paths, some cast out veterans of the Legions, too craven are ruthless even for their ranks. Others have come from later warbands and traitor chapters, either all that remains of these cast out bands or cast off frome them for their own vile ways. Either way, they have found brotherhood and power within the ranks of the Storm Draugar, and have proven themselves so great that they are worthy of speaking the Oath of the Shield.

Woe betide those who dare to stand against the Sciatha Fuath, for they are the likes of evil incarnate, bound in war, bathed in bloodlust. They have brought even the most mighty armies to their knees, and broken the backs of champions and false gods alike.

Collus

 * "You came a very long way to die at the end of my axe, little one."
 * —Collus as he faces off with an Eversor Assassin

An ancient veteran of both the early years of the Great Crusade and the days of the Horus Heresy, Collus is a warrior with few equals, and rightly serves as the commander of the Sciatha Fuath and Malak Blackspawn's second in command. He is a wise and dangerous warrior, both a natural leader and vanguard. He, like many of those who once bore the mantle of the Luna Wolves, is a stoic and gruff individual, but at his core Collus is a soldier, obedient and fierce to the end.

Having been a close comrade of Malak's during the Great Crusade, Collus would nonetheless remain with the Legions following the Blackspawn's retreat, feeling that his loyalty was to the Primarch and Legion. That would change following the death of Horus and the Scouring, which left Collus, like many of the Sons of Horus, devastated. But Collus quickly surmounted his depression with abject hatred as Abaddon wallowed in the same self pity of his men. As far as Collus was concerned, the Sons of Horus should have fought to the last on Terra to avenge their bleoved Primarch, instead of fleeing with tails between their legs. Collus' last actions as a Son of Horus were to steal the First Companies standard and decry Abaddon as a coward and weakling. He was then a Luna Wolf once more as he hijacked and Escort Class warship and fled the Eye of Terror.

Collus began his harrowing trek across the galaxy with one goal in mind, to find the only brother Luna Wolf he had left in the galaxy. He was heading to the Malestrom, and nothing would deter him from that goal. Eventually Collus arrived at the edge of the Malestrom, drifting in a dying Escort class vessle and surrounded by the bodies of both fellow Chaos Marines and Loyalists. As Collus passed out from the grevious wounds inflicted upon him, he made a solemn oath to the Dark Gods, his soul, for their providance.

Vakko

 * "Orders m'lord?"
 * —Vakko's most common utterance

Malak's Equerry and loyal bodyguard, Vakko is the Darugar Lord's eyes and ears on both the battlefield and in the throne room. Vakko was once a young but promising Legionary within the Luna Wolves, and later Sons of Horus. Noted to be a brilliant field tactician and ruthless combatant, he quickly climbed the ranks of the Legion. He would eventually find himself within the ranks of the Justaerin, though he soon grew to lament that position. Abaddon and several other members of the Justaerin thought Vakko a young upstart, for he was by far the least experienced combatant within the Justaerin, and regularly butted heads with its senior members. For his ego, Vakko found himself assigned to Squad Hector under Malak Blackspawn with the rest of the unruly members of the Justaerin whom Abaddon had grown tired of. At first Vakko chafed in his new position, considering his assignment to the miscreants of the Luna Wolves finest beneath him, but when Malak took notice of the young Legionaries cunning, he made him his second. Eventually, Vakko became Malaks most trusted confidant, entrusted with being both his adviser and bodyguard. Vakko would hardly ever leave his Centurions side, and would prove vital in the coming wars of both the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

However, Vakko would meet his assumed end during the Blackspawns flight from the Legions. Vakko was cut down defending his lord, shot dead by the Primarch's Equerry, Malgohurst and his band of executioners. For three thousand years Vakko's body would rest in an cryopod, preserved and mourned by his comrades and commander. However, Malak would not let such an injustice lie unchallenged, and in M34, after devoting the considerable resources of the Firi Arsa and Ingar's arcane knowledge, Vakko was brought back from the dead.

Resurrected, Vakko continues to serve his lord as faithfully as he did in the days of the Horus Heresy, always ensuring the Greatest of Draugar Lords is informed of the goings on of his small empire and always at his back when the time for battle arrives. Vakko marches alongside his liege clad in the same ancient Cataphractii Pattern Terminator Armor he wore in his first life, and armed with the same Combi-Bolter and Power Sword. His power armor still has the ancient Vox-Booster implanted into is power supply, allowing him to eavesdrop on all allied and occasionally enemy battle communications, and relay Malak's commands to the Warband's forces.

It should be noted that Vakko and Collus share a bitter and ancient rivalry which stems from Collus' current position as Malak's second and his choice to remain with the Legions during the Blackspawn's flight. This was a position that Vakko had throughout the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy right up until his death, however, in his four thousand year absence, Collus has held the mantel. Collus considers Vakko's ire childish, while Vakko finds Collus' mere presence severely irritating. Regardless, the two continue to function smoothly on the field of battle, though Vakko would not mind if Collus' life was snuffed out by a stray boltshell or two.

Bealza

 * "Ahahaha...hahahah...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
 * —Bealza's typical brand of maniacal laughter

Considered the attack dog of the Greatest of Draugar Lords, Bealza is Malak's enforcer and assassin, regularly dealing with both pesky enemies on the battlefield and would be usurpers. During the days of the Great Crusade, most within the Justaerin considered Bealza dangerously unhinged, prone to violent outbursts and savage assaults at the mildest provocations. However, he was also one of the most deadly heavy weapons specialists within the Justaerin. Armed with his Reaper Autocannon, there was very little Bealza could not accomplish. Regardless, he found a kindred spirit in his Centurion, Malak Blackspawn. Both had come from the dark catacombs of Cthonia, both craved battle for the sake of it, and both despised the First Captain with a burning fervor. Bealza would prove his loyalty and worth to the Blackspawn brothers time and time again during the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy, and during their flight from the Legions was credited with saving the lives of both Ingar and his Remembrancer pet, Alessandra Angoletta.

Bealza has continued to serve as Malak's enforcer for untold centuries now, always at the Greatest of Draugar Lords' back, ready to kill at his master's beck and call. However, the eons of exposure to the touch of Chaos has left Bealza even more unstable than ever before. Though cogent and under control off the field of battle, once the killing starts, Bealza becomes a cackling storm of death and destruction, targeting anything with the misfortune to enter his field of veiw.

Bealza wears an aged suit of Indomitus Pattern Terminator Armor, adorned with various trophies and tallies. His weapon of choice, his aged Reaper Autocannon, still remains at his side along with his old Heresy Pattern lighting claw.

Cicero

 * "Fufufufufu.... that scream! Are you a singer perchance? Perhaps a coir girl back in the day? Ahh but where are my manners! Lord Malak, I would like to introduce you to the former-and likely last- Imperial Governess of Tarnith Primus, the lovely Lady Isabelle Varcher VII. I just happened to bump into her in the secret passageway behind that portrait there, such a happy coincidence!"
 * —Cicero

A ruthless, perverse butcher, Cicero is often considered Malak's court jester... and unfortunately for Cicero's victims, the Greatest of Draugar Lords has a sick sense of humor. Cicero was once a blood crazed member of the Night Lords, born on the Daemon World of Sin, and having slain his first man at the age of five, he proved ideal for the life of a Chaos Marine. Cicero soon became a ranking member what remained of the VII Legion, building a reputation even amongst his foul brethren as a sadistic butcher, reviling in the screams of the helpless and the blood of the innocent. Cicero was most known, or perhaps feared, for his accomplished skills at what he called, "Battlefield Vivisection" in which he would gut an enemy in such a way that they fell, writhing and screaming, to the ground with their belly and chest split clean open. Such was the proficiency of the strike however, that the victim could take minutes to bleed out if left undisturbed.

Eventually, Cicero's wicked ways would catch up to him, for his warband was utterly destroyed in M36 by a survivor of one of his infamous raids, who had grown up to become a powerful Inquisitor. The sole survivor of his Warband, Cicero fled to the Malestrom, where he joined the ranks of the Storm Draugar. Already clad in a suit of Terminator armor and bearing his signature Legion Chainfist, The Night's Edge. His rise to power was inevitable. Eventually, Cicero's actions caught the attention of Malak Blackspawn, and the intrigued Chaos Lord invited the swordsman to a duel. After a long, vicious bout, Malak found Cicero's black humor and skill with a chainfist reason enough to induct him into the ranks of the Sicatha Fuath.

Now Cicero practices his wicked skills for Malak Blackspawn's protection and amusement, flaying foes alive withThe Night's Edge or blasting them to pieces with his Plasma Blaster.

Svarcher

 * "Hostile is dow... Negative, negative! Target is still alive! Repeat target is still ali-"
 * —Final transmission from Inquisitorial Stormtrooper Squad Chimera, recovered from the Space Hulk, Cauldron of Pain

An unnerving figure even amongst the foul ranks of the Storm Draugar, Svarcher serves as Malak Blackspawn's own living sheild. Svarcher's origins are unknown, as is the case with quite a few Storm Draugar, he simply appeared in the Warband's ranks in M35, clad in his Indomitus Terminator Armor and armed with only a Lighting Claw and a Power Fist with a wrist-mounted Combi-Bolter. Over the years this mute marauder began to climb the ranks until the Battle for Ratt's Rock, when Malak Blackspawn witnessed his prowess first hand. Alone, Svarcher slew the Dark Apostle Yitare the Harrower and his honor guard. When Malak approached to commend Svarcher, the Draugar Lord was taken aback and his men struck in horrified awe. Svarcher had been decapitated, and yet still his body refused to die. It was only later inferred that Svarcher was blessed by the Dark Gods with the mutation of headlessness, with his true head having been forced to the core of his body long ago. His helm is merely a putrid decoy, full of acidic bile and flesh eating maggots much like a plague grenade. His blood too is little more than putrid bile, leading some to assume that he is a devotee of Nurgle, in spite of nothing in his outward appearance suggesting such a tie.

How Svarcher sees the world is a mystery, but it is clear that he sees if far more clearly than most, being almost impossible to surprise. Capable of surviving attacks that would render any other Chaos Marine dead, Svarcher serves Malak Blackspawn as both a champion and living shield, thoughtlessly leaping in front of potentially deadly blows for his lord and trudging through heavy weapons fire with nary a thought. Thus, this mute butcher continues to serve Malak Blackspawn, hacking his foes to death with his lighting claw, crushing them with his Power Fist, gunning them down with his wrist-mounted Combi-Bolter.

Waylon

 * "I will strip the flesh from your bones with my teeth!"
 * —Waylon as he butchers a terrified squad of Fire Warriors

A hulking beast with a hunger for blood and the glory of battle, Waylon was bred in the Flesh Pits of Lupercal's Folly to be nothing less than a living weapon, and serves as Malak's messanger, delivering the ultimatums of the Greatest of Draugar Lords to his enemies. Standing almost as tall as his liege, Waylon is a freakishly strong giant of an Astartes, capable of ripping another Space Marine limb from limb with his bear hands. Waylon began life in the ranks of the Fuil Óga, having been awarded the prestigious rank of Fuil Te or "Hotblood" after his actions upon the blood stained sands of the Proving Grounds.

He lead his fellow Fuil Óga with a bloodthirsty drive that saw him and his squad through hundreds of campgains until the faithful battle of Sentinel Prime. It was upon King's Span that Waylon proved his devotion to the Storm Draugar, having been the only survivor of the Fuil Óga to have taken part in the Battle for King's Span and the last Storm Draugar to be driven from the span. For his bravery and strength of arms, Malak Blackspawn inducted Waylon into the Sicatha Fuath, both for his fearsome resolve and to replace the late Jurmner who had fallen in battle that day.

Since that day, Waylon has yet to disappoint his master, taking the battle directly to the foe right alongside the Greatest of Draugar Lords with his massive Chain Hammer, Bata Gránna (Ugly Stick in Tunnel Tounge) and wrist mounted Hand-Flamers. Waylon wears a scrapped together hulk of Terminator Armor, blessed with unholy marks of Chaos. He wears not a helmet but instead a vox-rebreather mask that amplifies his fearsome voice to the point where it can send mortal men tumbling to the ground like a hurricane force gail.