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Where I draft random ideas I have and/or write down things that are too NCF to publish. Enjoy!

Potential Story Ideas

 * I Am Alpharius - Post-Horus Heresy story, occurring shortly after the death of Alpharius. A group of Alpha Legionaries ends up stranded on a backwater Hive World, after their Strike Cruiser was shot down by Ultramarine forces. Reduced to a single squad of Marines, and the sons of Gulliman now searching ever corner of the planet for them, the Alpha Legionaries must sneak, sabotage, and assassinate their way off the planet if they hope to survive. Lots of cloak-and-dagger action.
 * A Pirate's Life for Me - Taking place within the Praedonus Reach, a young Underhiver ends up falling in with a Pirate-Gang, gradually becoming a member of the Gang as they partake in various space-piratey activities, such as raiding Imperial ships, exploring the unknown Dead Zone, and getting into all sorts of strange situations. A bit more care-free and humorous than most Warhammer 40k stories, but it's about space pirates after all.
 * (MORE TO COME.... POSSIBLY)

Taloc, Primarch of the II Legion
"Strike like lightning, roar like thunder!"

- Warcry of the Storm Raiders Legion

Carcinus
When the Primarchs were scattered across the galaxy from the Emperor's gene-labratories deep beneath the Himalayan Mountains by the will of the Chaos Gods, Taloc's gestation capsule came to land on the human-colonized Feral World of Carcinus. Carcinus was a planet whose surface was little more than one massive ocean dotted with small, tropical islands where it's native peoples dwelt. It's human population was segregated into two distinct factions; the Opochiti, a primitive tribal people who dwelt in small communities along the island's coastlines, and the Sovreigns; a tyrannical society of humans who lorded over the Opochiti, keeping them complacent through their sea-faring warships and powerful gunpowder weapons. The Sovereigns dominated the Opochiti, using them as source of cheap labor to build and maintain their coastal fortress-cities in which they dwelt. The infant Primarch's capsule landed off the coast of the island of Tzochsti, one of the few places where the Opochiti villagers weren't controlled by the Sovereigns, where he was discovered by a fisherman who upon discovering the child, took him in thinking he had been sent by the gods. The fisherman named the child Taloc, which in the native tongue of the Opochiti meant "Sea Child".

Like the other Primarchs, Taloc grew to maturity at an incredible rate, reaching adulthood in just a few short years. His fellow villagers were in awe of him, for he could perform feats that were simply godlike this ease, uprooting entite trees with his bare hands, carry entire boulders upon his back, and best the most fearsome of the island's fauna, killing Carcinian Diresharks and Suntigers unaided and often armed with nothing more than his fists. The Opochiti idolized him, many believing him to be a child of the Gods themselves, and it was not long before he became Cheiftan of his village. However, their jubilation did not last long, as the Sovereigns had caught wind of the existance of Tzochsti, and sent a warship to dominate the native peoples of the island as they had done so many times before. Attacking Taloc's village, the Sovereign invaded, pillaging and burning, shooting down all those who resisted, only to be slaughtered themselves by an enraged Taloc. Armed with nothing but a fishing trident, the Primarch slew all Sovereign soldiers on the shore, then in a single massive bound, jumped on to the deck of the their warship and killed the crew down to the last man.

Knowing that the Sovereigns would only send more soldiers, Taloc quickly evacuated the Opochiti aboard his new vessel, and set course for the nearest village he new of. However, Taloc was not retreating, but rather gathering his forces, going from village to village to stir the long-oppressed Opochiti into rebellion. Hundreds of brave souls joined him, training underneath the Primarch as he taught them everything he new of warfare, preparing for the Sovereign's inevitable retribution. And retribution did come, in the form of a fleet of Sovereign warships armed to the teeth with cannons, muskets and sabres, intent on wiping out Taloc's rebellion before it began. However their arrogance would be their undoing, for they underestimated the tenacity of the Opochiti, thinking them to be dumb savages and nothing more. Taloc's fleet used every manner of unorthodox tactic to combat them, forcing them into coves and sandbars to separte them, harrying them with makshift mines constructed from old gunpowder barrels, swimming through the waves to climb aboard their vessels and rob them of their crew. For every Sovereign vessel the captured, Taloc's navy gained new ships, new supplies, and new ships, growing strong enough to attack the Sovereign's fortress-towns. One by one the cities began to fall, and with Taloc at leading them, the Opochiti destroyed their long-time opressors.

The Coming of the Emperor
The Emperor of Mankind's seach for his long lost children would lead him to Carcinius, where he sensed what could possibly be one of his Primarchs. Landing in Sawtooth Cove, one of Opochiti's many forward bases, the Emperor was greated by an awed group of Opochiti warriors. At the head of this wargroup was a massive figure towering over all those around him save the Emperor himself, thick muscles bunched underneath his bronzed skin. He was barechested, wearing only a pair of trousers made from rough canvas, and yet authority and power radiated from his storm-grey eyes. As soon as he laid eyes upon him, the Emperor new that this was Taloc, one of his lost sons. Taloc on the other hand did something that suprised even the Master of Mankind; he walked up to his father, and embraced him.

From their the Emperor explained to Taloc that he was the leader of the Imperium of Man, who strove to re-unite the scattered nations of humanity, but in order to do so he needed the Primarch's help. Taloc understood, but he refused to leave Carcinus, as he was within striking distance of Hixiotualm, the last fortress-city of the Sovereigns. The Emperor understood, and offered his son help in his endeavor, stepping aside to reveal a full squad of Space Marines of the II Legion. To Taloc's surprise, the Legionaries shared his bronze complexion and storm-colored eyes.

''"These are your sons." said the Emperor, gesturing with one golden gauntlet towards the massed Space Marines. "Will you give them the honor of following their father into battle?"''

Taloc grinned, his smile that of a warrior reunited with his long-lost kinsmen. "I would be honored to lead them."

With the his father at his side and his sons at his back, Taloc devastated the final fortress-city, their myriad defenses utterly useless against the power of a Primarch, the Emperor, and a Space Marine Legion. Hixiotualm was taken within a day, it's the Sovereign Monarchy dead or captured, and the Opochiti finally becoming masters of their own planet. The rubble of what was once the Sovereign's Royal Palace, Taloc adressed his new Legion, telling them that in honor of this victory, they had earned the name that Taloc and Opochiti kin had earned, the title that had struck fear into the hearts of the Sovereign's for decades. No longer where they they simply the II Legion, they were the Storm Raiders, and they would be the thunder that heralded the conquests of the Imperium.

The Stormlord
Taloc would often be called the Stormlord, not only because of his Legion's name, but also due to his infamous temper. For the most part he was the jovial sort, with a dry wit and easy sense of humor that seemed out of place in a Primarch's personality, but allowed him to make friends easily. But if his anger was roused, it erupted with the furry of a hurricane, to such a degree that Warmaster Horus himself once said that "his fury rivaled that of Angron himself". Indeed these violent outbursts came swiftly and without warning, striking out of the blue just like the tempest winds that were his Legion's namesake, and it was oftentimes that his temper made him rash and reckless on the battlefield. He was also known for his hatred of dictators and tyrants, as he had spent most of his early years fighting against a despotic government himself. This of course made him question the morality of the Great Crusade from time to time, as the Imperium oftentimes acted as oppressors rather than the liberators he though they would be, and yet he bit his tongue and did not question the Emperor's judgement. Amongst his fellow Primarchs, Taloc was on good terms with Leman Russ, who he found to be a kindred spirit, and of course the Horus himself, who's charms won him over as it did many a Primarch.

But despite the Primarch's quirks, when fully armed and armored, Taloc was an imposing figure to behold. Clad in Artificer Armor of Silver-Grey and Cobalt Blue, the colors of the Storm Raiders, his battle-plate engraved with flowing lines of silver patterned in a way that resembled crashing waves playing across the ceramite plates. In addition, the Stormlord's armor was hung with all manner of tribal fetishes, from Opochitian charms of carved umbra wood to necklaces of Suntiger fangs, all displayed to honor of his adopted culture. Finally, the razor-scaled skin of a Carcinian Direshark hung from his shoulders as a cloak, the material as supple as fine cloth yet as durable as tempered steel. When fighting, Taloc always wielded Tempest, a massive triple-bladed trident of exquisite make that only one with the strength and skill of a Primarch could wield it.