Crusade Eternal


 * "My brothers, it is said by some, that we enjoy war. Brothers... I love war. I love the sound of our boots upon the skulls of the helpless. I love the sound of bolters as they shred into the weak, supple flesh of women and children. I love the roar of our Whirlwinds as they rain utter devastation upon their hovels and puny fortresses! I love the feel of blades, deep in my flesh! I love the burning pain of shrapnel, searing into my skin! I LOVE WAR! We... love war, do we not... my brothers?"

- Wudka Purm, Lord of Crusades, Master of the Crusade Eternal



A vile blade, ripping eternally through the stars, burning worlds and butchering millions, the Crusade Eternal is a blight upon the Galaxy. Borne of the Cursed 21st Founding, the Crusade Eternal were intended to be mankind's tireless protectors, warriors who needed no respite nor rest from war and held no mercy in their hearts. They were meant to be the Emperor's own onslaught, taking the fight to the enemies of man as opposed to fending them off from Imperial territory. But such a purpose corrupted them, their gene-seed tainted by the fumbling hands of the Mechanicus, what resulted was far from the knightly specter they had envisioned.

Now the Crusade Eternal maraud across the stars, ever hungry for battle and blood, designed to lust only for conflict and death. They take perverse pleasure in destruction and slaughter, enjoying pain and suffering both dealt and received. Now, as one of the many barbaric warbands of the River of Exiles, the Crusade Eternal are unwitting minions of the Dark Gods, receiving their blessings thoughtlessly as they continue their vile crusade to scour the galaxy of all life.

Founding
As with many of the 21st Founding Chapters, the Crusade Eternal were at first considered a great success. Borne of Black Templar Gene-Seed, of the prestigious linage of Rogal Dorn, they found their violent psychologies ideal for prosecuting nigh endless war against the enemies of man, particularly in the notably troublesome Exile Sector. Unlike other Astartes, the Crusade Eternal never became war weary, never balked at even the most grievous wounds, and recovered from their injuries much faster than even their super human Astartes cousins of other bloodlines.

But a grim specter swiftly fell upon the Chapter, as their fellow Space Marines noted their fascination with destruction and death, and found their rituals of blood letting and self mutilation unsettling. Still, it was not until the Bakou Campaign that they were marked for extermination.

The Bakou Campaign
The Bakou Campaign was a collection of conflicts within the Bakou Sub-Sector, undertaken first by nearby Imperial Guard units and later the Crusade Eternal themselves. Bakou was a barbarian region of space, controlled by three separate, highly advanced human empires. The Crusade Eternal took to the war with their usual zeal, utterly destroying the first of the barbarian empires with Imperial Guard support. The second empire too fell swiftly, and while the guard had a noted boost in moral, the Crusade Eternal seemed to become more and more irritable and morose. They had not come for such an easy campaign, and were becoming frustrated with the lack of resistance the enemy was offering. Their mad bloodlust tearing at their very souls, the Crusade Eternal's officer core hatched a vile plot to slake their thirst for war.

As the siege of the final world had begun, the Crusade Eternal maneuvered its vessels into areas of ideal tactical supremacy behind the allied fleet. The Battle Brothers withheld their forces from the ground battle, citing a strange and sudden desire to be held in reserve. Puzzled, the Imperial commanders obliged the Angels of Death. Just as the battle on the planet reached it's climax, the order was given. In one fell swoop, the Chapter fleet of the Crusade Eternal turned their guns on the Imperial fleet. Caught utterly off guard and in inferior positions, the Imperial Navy contingent could hardly offer up anything but a token resistance. The traitors howled in adulation as they saw their erstwhile allies go up in flames, their vessels torn asunder by the mighty guns of the Chapter fleet.

Then the ground assault began, with all of the Chapter descending upon the planet. Drop Pods and Thunderhawks swooped into battle, bearing with them one-thousand blood hungry Crusaders. In the confusion and chaos, the Imperial guard soon found themselves waging a three way war, against both what remained of the techno-barbarians and the blood mad traitor astartes. Though the guardsmen held valiantly, and the barbarians fought with utter desperation, they were no match for the Crusade Eternal's rampage, and soon the planet ran red with blood.

The Blood March
One act of betrayal was not enough for the Crusade Eternal, and without warning, worlds began to die. Planet by planet, star by star, the Crusade Eternal tore through the Exile Sector, feeding upon the fear and terror of countless unsuspecting Imperial citizens. For over two years the Crusade Eternal continued their rampage practically unhindered, Imperial authorities baffled by the various scattered reports. Some held the Crusade Eternal to be hunting the source of this violence, while other reports spoke of an unidentified Chaos Warband, clad in barbed wire and feasting upon the bodies of the innocent. But soon the matter became clear when the Crusade Eternal chanced upon their former loyalist cousins, a joint taskforce of both the Iron Wings and Angels of the Hunt Space Marine Chapters, along with a sizable Imperial Navy contingent, led by an Inquisitor. Without a word the Crusade Eternal sidled up to their prey, constant attempts at vox hail being met only with silence, it was only when the Chapter fleet was within range of this overwhelming force did a single, vox wide hail emit from the Chapter's flagship, the Battle Barge Ceaseless;

"WAR! UNENDING, UNDENIABLE, UNSTOPPABLE WAR!"

With this, the Crusade Eternal fired upon their enemies, utterly rending the first wave of ships to shreds. But such a suicidal tactic would cost the Chapter dearly, hundreds of Battle Brothers died, not in the fearsome exchange, but the suicidal boarding attempts that came after the opening salvo. Several Companies, lost with all hands, as they recklessly piled into the ships of their former cousins, facing the braced guns of the Angels of the Hunt and Iron Wings. In spite of these wretched losses, the Crusade Eternal managed to escape their vengeful pursuers in the chaos of the melee, and secure a grand prize, the Angels of the Hunt Strike Cruisers, known as the Huntsman and ''Apotheosis of the Angel. ''Aboard was not only Grand Master Kurtis of the 3rd Company, but also a great trove of Terminator armor belonging to the Angels of the Hunt Deathwing. The Cusade Eternal managed to escape the battle, were eventually driven into the one place where no Imperial, no matter how vengeful, would dare tread. The River of Exiles.

Crusade Eternal
The Crusade Eternal now continue to wage their endless war upon all that lives, their unending hunger for blood and battle driving them onward. They are but rabid beasts, less man than even the most vile daemon, and brook no mercy to any within their reach, be they man, woman, or child. The touch of Chaos has its black talons in them as well, for the already savage Battle Brothers are almost mindless in their butchery, raving with monstrous glee as they dig their blades into the flesh of the innocent and set fire to whole worlds. Several times other, arguably superior, forces have risen to stop them, several times these opponents found themselves broken and torn asunder. Though many speculate that one day the warband will eventually dissolve, attrition and madness taking its toll, but the sheer inhuman drive for endless combat the grips the Crusade Eternal makes them a foe that none, not even the most brave or irrational soul, wishes to face in their lifetime.

Gene-Seed
Being of the Cursed 21st Founding, the Crusade Eternal's gene-seed was tampered with, adapted in an attempt to perfect the workings of their Imperial Fists linage. What resulted was a monstrosity that makes the ranks of Biologists and Gene-Wrights hang their heads in shame. The Crusade Eternal's Space Marines showed remarkable resilience, even for Scions of Dorn, and were noted to have extremely rapid regenerative abilities. While the limits of this "healing factor" are unknown, it seems that the Crusade Eternal are more or less immune to minor injuries and lacerations. Reports of Battle Brothers surviving both throat slitting and disembowelment are well known, their wounds closing fast enough for the human eye to observe. However, it seems that they cannot regenerate lost limbs, or survive severe neurological damage. Thus, beheading and or extremely powerful electric shock are viable means for killing a Crusade Eternal Battle Brother outright. Fire too, is a very effective weapon against their like as well.

Psychologically, it seems that the Crusade Eternal's gene-seed was conditioned to instill its host with the same unbreakable drive the Scions of Dorn were known for, but in such a way that their dedication defied all logic. The intent was to create Space Marines of such ludicrous loyalty and dedication that only death itself could end their service to the Emperor, to be fanatic and dedicated beyond all reason. The Crusade Eternal's gene-seed was believed to have mutated rapidly upon implantation over the span of the Space Marines life, creating an obsessive trait that, combined with the Chapter's violent insistence on crusading, led to a psychotic bloodlust and war hunger that condemned the Crusade Eternal in short order. War became the Chapter's greatest obsession, eclipsing anything to do with honor or martial duty. Killing and death became a pathological need, a lust so overpowering that any loyalty was swept aside.

All Crusade Eternal Chaos Marines hold a pathological need to ritually maintain their favored pieces of Wargear, regardless of the actual value of the weapon in question. For some Battle Brothers it is simply their first weapon that they obsess over, for others it is a matter of endearance to a weapon that has served them reliably for a considerable amount of time, and for still others it is a result of a covetous glee over a trophy taken from a particularly relished victim. This obsession tends to only extend to a single piece of wargear above all others, usually the Chaos Marine's favored weapon of choice, but for a rare few, the obsession includes all manner of wargear, their own and others. These individuals usually became Techmarines, and later, Warpsmiths. Due to this strange obsessive trait, the Chapter was well known for quite a few unique weapons within its Reclusiam, or as the Crusade Eternal termed it, The Hall of Relics. Weapons of note from every Battle Brother who ever earned a legacy worthy of rememberance, now twisted and corrupted by the baleful energies of the Warp and the heresies of the Crusade Eternal's Warpsmith Cabal, are regularly used by all manner of Champions and commanders within the current Warband.

The Crusade Eternal do carry on some traditions similar to their Black Templar forebares, though these practices have become more akin to perverse ritual than any time honored practice. As opposed to the righteous chains with which Black Templars clad themselves in to show their utter devotion to their endless war against the Enemies of Man, the Crusade Eternal garb themselves in ghastly razor wire. Naturally, this not only adds to their already terrifying visage, but can act as a means of attack, lashing out with the bands of razor wire to lacerate and maim their victims.

Masochistic tendencies also began to arise, a perversion of the Imperial Fists usual tendency to find clarity in pain, instead the Crusade Eternal began to take pleasure in it. It is even said that Crusade Eternal Astartes feel a burst of euphoria when near death that is so great that it can become addicting, creating the insane berzerkers that make up the Warband's elite Sadist Squads. The Crusade Eternal slowly learned to take pleasure in their own demises, reveling in havoc wreaked upon their own ranks as well as that of the enemies. Wanton death and utter destruction, regardless of the victim, slakes their perverse thirst for war.

Weapons/Technology
The Crusade Eternal are outfitted with a hodgepodge arsenal of stolen wargear and whatever remains of their original arsenal when they first defected from the Imperium. Most notable is the apparent surplus of Terminator Armor, the bulk of which was stolen from the Angels of the Hunt's elite Prime Hunters during the boarding of the Strike Cruisers Apotheosis of the Angel and the ''Huntsman. ''It is unknown the exact number of functional suits the Crusade Eternal possess, but it is certainly more than enough to armor a roughly a quarter of their number.

Much of their wargear has been warped and tainted by the fell energies of the Warp from the Warband's prolonged stay within the River of Exiles, and is twisted beyond all recognition. Some of the Warband's mightiest champions are known to brandish deadly Daemon Weapons, and exotic wargear captured and bought from both Xenos and Heretek alike.

In keeping with Chapter tradition and obsession, Battle Brothers regularly name weapons which have served them long and well. In spite of their near feral nature, Crusade Eternal Space Marines are known for their near religious care they give to their preferred weapon, be they humble Chainswords or strange Daemonblades forged in the hell pits of the Warp itself. This has lead to the Crusade Eternal having a selection of vile and powerful Master Crafted weapons that have served in the hands of Champions past and present. Most notable amongst this horde of fell weaponry are:

The Axe Immortal: A barbaric double bladed Power Axe that serves as Chapter Master Wudka Purm's badge of office, the Axe Immortal has been the weapon of Chapter Masters and great Champions past. Always a tool of indiscriminate murder, the Axe Immortal was supposedly wielded by the famous Thunder Warrior Galton Tuke during the Unification Wars, and later passed to the Imperial Fists where it served in the hands of countless warriors of great repute, but usually of a darker and more brutal legacy. Eventually the weapon moved to the hands of the Black Templars, where it remained until the 21st Founding, when the weapon was graciously granted as a token of brotherhood amongst the Scions of Dorn.

Now the Axe Immortal serves its dark master, its brutal blows slaking Wudka Purm's thirst for death and destruction. Its archotech disruption field can easily cleave through Power Armor with a single stroke, and its mighty flat can crack skulls open with ease. Fell energies of Chaos have corrupted this weapon, though its honored visage remains more or less intact, save for the foul icons of Chaos that now run rampant across its length. Held in Wudka's right hand, the Axe Immortal is a reminder of the Warbands proud and bloody origins, and its mere presence seems to drive all Astartes of the Crusade Eternal into a perverse battle lust that is awe inspiring, fighting on even when wounds are beyond crippling.

The Hammer Unrelenting: A beastly Chainhammer that serves as Wudka Purm's weapon of choice, the Lord of Crusades took this hulking weapon as a trophy after he slew Chaos Lord Irdrviris the Cold of the White Devils Warband during the Krynos Purges along the edge of the River of Exiles in M36. Though a then a loyalist, Wudka took on the weapon of Khorne regardless, claiming that it's corruption was driven from it by the Chapter's Librarians. In truth, Wudka cared not for whatever latent evil that may have lain within the Hammer Unrelenting, so long as it served him and him alone.

The Hammer Unrelenting is a one handed Chainhammer, a rarity of its kind, and bears teeth of pure Warpstone encased in black admantium steel. Never do they break or sever from their chain, and with the brutal impact of the hammer, gore and shred the enemy to bloody ribbons. Borne in Wudka's left hand, the Hammer Unrelenting is a symbol of what the Chapter has become, and just the sight of it drives the Marines of the Crusade Eternal mad with bloodlust, letting fall their bolters and charging forth with unrestrained fury.

Joyous Lamentation: A ruthless tool of destruction, Joyous Lamentation is a Possessed Bolter taken from the corpse of a Storm Draugar Champion, a brutal Legate of the Roghan Scrios. Firing screaming bolt rounds of hellish warpfire that trace their targets and explode in a hellish blast of warpire, the Joyous Lamentation is utilized only by the most sadistic and blood hungry champions of the Crusade Eternal.

Orphan Maker: A prized Heavy Bolter within the Chapter's Hall of Relics, Orphan Maker was first distinguished in the hands of Devastator Sergeant Brul Muexz, where it slew countless thousands during the infamous Stellex VI Uprisings. Ever since then, Orphan Maker has been a tool held in the hands of only the finest Havoc Champions of the Warband.

A brutal tool of utter annihilation, Orphan Maker's strange box clip is powered by fell energies that constantly replenish its ammunition, creating an endless supply of death dealing rounds which explode like Metal Storm Frag Rounds. However, unlike those mere shells, Orphan Maker's ordinance burns and slices through even Power Armor with ease, striking with the force of a shotgun on even the most heavily armored infantry. It is said only Terminator Armor or the hull of an armored vehicle can withstand its frightful onslaught.

Kin Lover: A macabre Power Sword, named for its first master, Qzeolz Tert, and his habit of hunting down fellow Scions of Dorn, Kin Lover is a monstrous blade of such black infamy that more than a hundred have vowed to shatter the blade.

Kin Lover is a masterful duelist weapon, its flamed edge is keen and capable of shaking an opponents grip lose of his own blade with the foul vibrations, and has drunk deep of loyalist blood for well over a hundred years. It is found only in the hands of the most vicious of the Crusade Eternal's ranks, those obsessed with personal combat and blessed with fearsome prowess with a blade.

Warband Cult
Though Chaos has a deep and obvious hold on the Crusade Eternal, they are very much indifferent to the wills of the Dark Gods and whatever boons they may or may not provide. For the Crusade Eternal care only for battle and destruction, and even passing devotion to Khorne enters not their muddled minds in the heat of battle. Regardless, many Battle Brothers of the Warband have been granted the boons of the Dark Gods, either in fell Daemon Weapons or vicious mutations befitting their ravenous hunger for combat.

As a culture, the Crusade Eternal are little more than a pack of feral dogs, bound only by shared blood and instinct, prone to squabbles and deadly rivalries. To them, combat is all that matters, it is their obsession and their purpose, all they strive for. The Crusade Eternal never tire, never become war weary, pain and a violent death are goals to strive towards, not horrors to be avoided. Ceaselessly they fight, and endlessly they hunger, longing for nothing more than the utter destruction of all things for the sake of destruction itself.

Combat Doctrine
The Crusade Eternal have always been well known as masters of the arts of Jump Assault and Deep Striking, their Assault Marines and Terminators taking the fight to the heart of the enemy while the chapter's famous artillery batteries support with wanton destruction. Following such a brutal assault, the Tactical and Devastator forces would enter battle via Drop Pod, Thunder Hawk, or Rhino and deal with whatever remained of the enemy.

Now, as bloody handed traitors, such tactics have remained more or less unchanged, save for the inclusion of small units of pirates and mercenaries to act as the second wave, allowing for the more rank and file battle brothers to join the main assault. Thus, one can expect the Crusade Eternal to bypass most heavily fortified defenses in an attempted to insert the bulk of their forces directly into the heart of the enemy or behind their lines, leaving their fodder to hold the enemy in place.

Occasionally, the Warband is known to include Daemons and the like, freely utilizing the ranks of the Dark Gods minions as shock troops or support during their drop assaults. However, the Crusade Eternal hold little reverence in their hearts, instead lusting purely for battle and caring not weather the Gods see them as worthy or not, only if their footmen can make the glorious slaughter all the more chaotic.

Organization
The Crusade Eternal's low numbers and devolution into barbaric savages has wrought havoc on what was always a very loose adherence to the Codex Astartes. Generally speaking, the Crusade Eternal is organized into two Bands, mobs of barbaric Astartes each numbering roughly one-hundred each. The First Band is commanded by Wudka Purm's infamous enforcer, Razl Yenzy, known more widely as Yenzy the Spineless, and holds the majority of the Warband's heavy weapons specialists, armored units, and all Terminator armored champions. This makes the First Band the hammer blow of the Warband.

The Second Band is commanded by former 3rd Captain Ponqo Yos, a brutal taskmaster and vicious swordsmaster. The Second Band houses the majority of the Warbands Jump Assault and Tactical Marines, along with the Warband's aerial units, making them the more flexible and fluid force, the sword stroke to the First Bands hammer.

Technically speaking, there is a Third Band, but it consists of the pirate and mercenary cannon fodder that support the former two bands. Regardless, the unofficial Third Band serves the vital purpose of acting as a scouting force, distraction, and holding force. Therefore, while expendable, the Third Band is vital to the Warband's style of warfare.

Warband Fleet
The Crusade Eternal bear a small but formidable fleet that has become the bane of Imperial worlds and fleets across the Exile Sector and beyond, known for the utter savagery of its assault and the relentless hunger of its masters, the Crusade Eternal's fleet is considered a grave threat to all. First and foremost is the Warband's flagship, the Battle Barge Ceaseless, a hulking vessel whose black infamy stretches back thousands of years. The Ceasless is accompanied by the stolen Strike Crusiers, Huntsman and Apotheosis of the Angel, known rechristened under the new names, Hatred and ''Apex of Murder. There is also the Strike Cruiser known only asMelee, ''which has been retrofitted by the Warbands Warpsmiths to excel in boarding actions and drop assault, and is known to carry the bulk of the elite Crusaders.

Apart from these fearsome vessels, the Crusade Eternal have a sizable number of lesser Raider and Escort craft, crewed by desperate pirates and mercenaries. This expendable but valuable support force ensures that the Crusade Eternal's core is preserved and supported as it barrels headlong into the enemy, weapon batteries ablaze and assault rams screaming out of their hangars.

Crusaders
Though they call themselves the Crusade Eternal, only a select few within the Warband are worthy of bearing the mantel of Crusader. These veterans of the Warband are warriors of such ferocity and savagery that even the most stalwart warriors would quake in fear before them. The Crusaders are veterans of thousands of years of combat, both for and against the Imperium, and are borne of such vile battle lust and war hunger that they are nothing short of a death sentence to all that dares stand in their way.

Not only are the Crusaders ancient and vicious warriors, they are also outfitted with the finest weapons the Warband can offer. Clad in Terminator armor and armed with Master Crafted weapons that have served the bloody handed will of the Crusade Eternal for thousands of years, the Crusaders cut a bloody swath across the battlefield, utterly slaughtering anything that dares stand before them. The have been the death knell for entire civilizations, breaking the backs of armies with their thunderous fury, fell weapons and barbed wire clad armor smeared with the blood and gore of both the innocent and damned. Crusaders are often considered nigh unkillable, for with the protective power of Terminator armor combined with the regenerative power of their mutant gene-seed, they can be slain by only the most powerful of weapons wielded by the most mighty of heroes.

Pain Lords
So blood crazed that they must be imprisoned within a blasphemous suit of Chaos Centurion Armor, the Pain Lords are the end result of Warp induced madness mingled with the ceaseless hunger for war that affects all of the Crusade Eternal. So savaged and vicious that they would otherwise need to be put down by their battle brothers, the Pain Lords are instead interred into a modified suit of Centurion armor, locked into the armored carapace and restrained by heretical logic codes created by the Warbands Warpsmiths.

Bearing an arsenal that rivals a main line battle tank, the Pain Lords are loosed upon the battlefield in packs, utterly destroying all that stands before them in a hail of firepower and brutal melee weaponry. Utterly feral, the only thing keeping the Pain Lords from turning their weapons upon their allies are specialized logic codes that force a shut down of the Centurion armor should its mad pilot attempt to target friendly units. Pain Lords are usually kept in Stasis aboard the Ceaseless or kept in a drug induced coma until the time comes for battle. Warpsmiths of the Warband are known to have specialized units of Pain Lords act as their personal bodyguard or enforcers, enhancing their chosen wards with bionics that sharpen their aggression and blood lust whilst keeping them under the Warpsmith's direct control.

Sadist Squads
Less a strict unit and more a case of mental illness that affects various Battle Brothers, the Crusade Eternal's Sadist Squads are berzerker units of Marines, generally of the Assault or Tactical configuration (though Terminator armored units are far from unheard of) that have experienced the euphoria of near death, and now hunger constantly for it once more. Upon reaching the limit of their physical forms, Crusade Eternal Chaos Marines feel a rush of utter euphoria and carnal bliss, rivaled only by the joy of war and destruction. Having tasted such a heavenly sensation, Sadist Squads now seek it indefinitely, rushing headlong into battle, purposefully placing themselves in the most hazardous conditions if only to feel that taste on the edge of oblivion once more.

These insane monsters constantly practice self mutilation and ritual scarification in order to explore new blissful heights of pain and suffering, often enjoying the dangerous caress of a fully powered Pain Glove or the sting of fanged lashes. Thus, Sadists can be identified by the state of their wargear, festooned with battle damage and grizzly trophies, some freely exposing flesh, forgoing the usual soft armor and helmet. This, combined with the Warband's usual practice of covering themselves in barbed and razor wire, make Sadist Squads a horrific sight to behold, drenched in their own blood and the blood of their enemies as they close with their victims, roaring for blood and death.

During the Chapter's service to the Emperor, such units were usually kept hidden from public view, lest these mad brothers draw unwanted attention to the Chapter. At those times, the numbers of Sadists were few. But now, with the foul corruption of Chaos, the ranks of the Sadists have swelled exponentially, and their madness is more than permissible now that all vestige of loyalty has been boiled away, revealing the Chapters true nature to the galaxy.

The Interred
Those battle brothers that have passed and now exist in a deathless state of pure mind shattering fury, having tasted the erotic bliss of death, but now forever held in a cold, alive-yet-not alive state, their wroth now encompasses all that they are. Now imprisoned in the hulking carapace of a Dreadnought, the the Interred charge headlong into battle, hulking Power Fists and Lighting Claws tearing entire armies to shreds in their manic fury. They fight to feel anything, pain, suffering, the final bliss of death. But instead they feel nothing but cold stasis, nothing more than a mad revenant chained to a hulking, hateful mass of iron and spite.

As can be expected, most of the Interred Dreadnoughts are outfitted exclusively for close quarters combat, armed with both Close Combat Weapons and deadly short range Multi-Meltas and Heavy Flamers. Their rage, coupled with the heinous effects of the Warp upon their souls, drive most the Interred irredeemably mad. Thus they are loosed against the enemies in a manner akin to wardogs, in pairs of two or packs of four, crashing through the enemy ranks. Though the deployment of the the Interred is never taken lightly, the Warbands low numbers combined with the sheer havoc a lone Interred Dreadnought can wreak makes their deployment nothing short of necessity to their living brethren.

Wudka Purm, Lord of Crusades

 * "I have not led my Chapter to damnation, far from it. This is the natural state of all things! Ruin, death, war, utter insanity. Is this not what the universe has always been? Endless conflict amongst the stars? This beautiful, divine bounty? I have brought my Chapter to full fruition, and now we do what we were made for, to make endless war upon the galaxy, to crusade eternal!"

- The Lord of Crusades



Razl Yenzy, Yenzy the Spinless

 * "Do you remember me? Eh? Old Bones? Of course you do. This time though... It's my turn"

- Yenzy the Spineless as he takes his vengeance upon the Necron Overlord known only as 'Old Bones'



Formerly the First Captain of the Crusade Eternal's First Company, now little more than a pack leader amongst rabid dogs, Razl Yenzy was always a paragon of the Chapter's ideal warrior. Relentless, unbreakable, ruthless. In his two hundred years of service to the Imperium, Razl Yenzy served with bleak honor, credited with the merciless slaughter of nigh thousands, sending countless damned souls to their final judgement.

But, just as the rest of his Chapter, Razl Yenzy too fell to the depravity of his own carnal lusts and depraved pleasures. He became little more than a barbarian, clad in his Terminator Armor, wielding his dreadful Lighting Claw, Scratch, and his Multi-Melta, Itch, Razl Yenzy has slain millions simply to slake his blood lust. Unarmed civilians, capable soldiers, even his fellow Crusaders, none are safe from the murderous vortex that is Yenzy the Spineless.

But most famous of all of the Spineless One's foes, and the one who gave him his title, was the mighty Phaeron of the Sakhrut Necron Dynasty, known only as Old Bones. During their first encounter upon the Hell-fields of Kogoma, Yenzy was deboned by the infamously fearsome Necron Lord, his spine severed from his shoulders to the small of his back by the ancient overlord's Hyperphase Sword. Miraculously, Razl Yenzy survived this grievous wound. Most Astartes would have no alternative other than the armored shell of a Dreadnought to continue on fighting, but the Spineless recovered within little less than a year, and once again faced off against his nemesis. Though the second bout on the moon of Tozmin, Yenzy took his revenge on Old Bones, grievously wounding the Necron Lord with his Multi-Melta and carving off his sword arm with his Lighting Claw, forcing the Phaeron's retreat from the battlefield. For these feats of endurance and martial might, Yenzy's battle brothers referred to him ironically as the Spineless, and follow in his wake, hoping to match his feats of violence and martial prowess. To this day, Yenzy is the Warbands foremost Champion and likely next in line as its Chaos Lord should Wudka Purm ever fall.

Vyarz the Depraved, The Walking Holocaust

 * "ALL MINE! ALL MINE! ALL MINE!"

- The Walking Holocaust during the hellish Sobvast Raids



The Warbands pinnacle of damnation, Vyarz the Depraved is a raving berzerker, chief warrior amongst the ranks of the Sadist Squads. Once the Company Champion of the Crusade Eternal's 8th Assault Company, Vyarz was one of the first to fall to the madness of near death bliss. He and several of his fellows became the first Sadist Squad, and they were hidden from the public eye for many centuries before the Chapter's fall.

Now Vyarz is the master of the Sadist Squads, often leading their depraved ranks into the fray as the Warband's vanguard, soaring into battle with his Jump Pack and butchering the foe with his Chainsword, Thorne, and the infamous Power Sword, ''Kin Lover. ''A depraved reaver on the battlefield, Vyarz strikes with manic fury, becomming a hulking storm of blades and whirling gore, his razor wire wreathed form covered in the skins of the fallen and blood of the innocent.

Tryidz Khaaglo, the Mad Mechanist

 * "Why did they live? Why did they die? No reason. For in the end, my dear friend, the universe is horrific, and we can learn nothing from it at all."

- The Mad Mechanist to PDF Commander Strider Chaves as he unleashes his Pain Lords upon huddled masses of refugees during the Po'Que Genocide



A nihilistic weapons smith and expert in blasphemous technologies, Tryidz Khaaglo is the Crusade Eternal's chief Warpsmith, known as an Armsmaster. It is by his hands the most potent of the Warband's dread weapons within the Hall of Relics receive their daily maintenance, and by his hands that horrific new weapons are wrought in the name of genocide and ruin. His mind long since turned into an engine of almost pure logic by his extensive bonic augmentations, Tryidz is more or less immune to the insanity that has gripped his more fleshy brothers, but regardless he is still a creature of obsessions.

Meenk Bixc, the Beast Undying
A hulking cyborg, more machine than Astartes, Meenk Bixc was once a brutish member of the Warband's elite Crusaders. But during the Battle of Toph, he succumbed to the screaming voices of Daemons that roared within his mind, and went utterly berzerk. Meenk charged the enemy gun lines, his body and Terminator armor savaged by volleys of heavy bolter fire and salvos of mortors. Still, he survived, and went on to single handedly destroy an entire Imperial Guard battalion and kill several of his fellow Crusaders in his blood mad state until he was restrained.

Little more than a raving animal, Meenk was forced into a suit of Assault Centurion armor, and had his mind "enhanced" by various heretical bionics. Cheif among these augments were those added by Meenk's new master, Tryidz Khaaglo, who utilized a set of Butcher's Nails taken from the corpse of a fallen World Eater to enhance Meenk's aggression and combat ability to terrifying levels.

Now, twisted by the Warp and fell augmentations of the Mad Mechanist, the so called "Beast Undying" is little more than a monster, armed with twin Flamers, chest mounted Hurricane Bolter, and two monstrous Siege Drills. He stalks the battlefield alongside his morose master, killing anything that crosses his path unless his master wills otherwise. In spite of his obvious madness and mental damage inflicted upon him by the heretical bionics that slave him to the will of his master, Meenk shows a surprising level of intelligence and cunning, if only for a beast of such monstrous nature.

Ponqo Yos, The Unbreakable

 * "I will cut you, and cut you, and cut you. I will cut until there is nothing but bone and your horror stricken eyes struggling to leave your lidless sockets. I will cut until the marrow oozes from your brittle little bones. I will cut, because it is my nature. This is my purpose. This is your nightmare. This is what you made me for. My sin... my heresy... is your own. You wrought us, and we will reap the bloody harvest."

- Ponqo Yos, The Unbreakable, as he slowly tortures Magos Biologis Kemrahd Keen to death upon the furnace blasted ruins of Comas V



Perhaps the last member of the Crusade Eternal who has not wholly given into his depraved urges, Ponqo Yos is a warrior amongst barbarians, some vestiges of the Chapter in its earliest years of loyalty still alive somewhere, deep in his twisted soul. For he is least in the hold of his Warbands of the mad hunger and savagery, and some elements of the ruthless taskmaster and disciplined warrior he was still remains.

Unlike his mad brethren, Ponqo still cares for the good of the Warband and preserving the horrid legacy of his Warband's genetic linage, ensuring that the Crusade Eternal still recruits from the orphans of their wars. His ruthless, uncompromising adherence to his own twisted moral code and deadly warrior ability is all that keeps the vicious Second Band in any semblance of adherence. Ponqo is a vicious combatant, clad in his Chaos Artificer Armor and brandishing his Power Maul and Bolter, Ponqo is less of a brute and more an uncompromising pragmatist in battle, more likely to gun down a foe point blank or crush their skull with a single blow. While his sanity and ridged command of his men earns him their ire, none dare to challenge him for command, as they know full well he would deliver a death too swift and brutal to be enjoyed.

Daibl Yos, The Reforged

 * "Are you the one? The one who can free me from this hell? No... no... you are too... squishy."

- The Reforged as he butchers an Imperial Guard Weapon Specialist



The youngest of the Pain Lord Dreadnoughts and yet the most sane by that virtue, Daibl Yos was once a warrior of unmatched might and ferocity. But now, he is a monster, even amongst the barbaric ranks of the Crusade Eternal. Smoldering fury and war hungry spite boil in what remains of Daibl's blood, for he was on the verge of the delicious final bliss of death, when all the agony of his shattered body would turn into a final heaven, only to have it cruelly snatched from him.

He was interred into the ancient hull of a Mk IV Dreadnought, armed with Plasma Cannon and Chainfist, and now feels only rage to keep him warm in the bleak stasis and dreamless slumber, unleashed in a tidal wave of mighty wroth whenever his chain and barbed wire bedecked form is awakened for battle.

In spite of his mad fury and rapidly declining sanity, Daibl still shares kinship with his younger brother, Ponqo Yos. The bonds of shared blood and water of the womb keep the pair bonded, even after the grievous fate Daibl is suffered. Though that would change quite rapidly, were it revealed that it was Ponqo who condemned his brother to this wrenched fate, for the good of the Warband.

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