The Dornian Heresy - The Bolter and Chainsword
The Dornian Heresy - The Bolter and Chainsword
The Dornian Heresy - The Bolter and Chainsword
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charged with the upkeep of the<br />
environment <strong>and</strong> for the production of<br />
fresh food for the legion are allowed<br />
access to the surface. <strong>The</strong> remaining<br />
population labours endlessly in the<br />
buried hive cities, producing the pre-<br />
<strong>Heresy</strong> patterns of equipment <strong>and</strong><br />
weapons dem<strong>and</strong>ed by the Emperor‟s<br />
Children. <strong>The</strong> skill of these artisans in<br />
keeping alive knowledge of patterns<br />
<strong>and</strong> marks used during the Great<br />
Crusade is unparalleled even, so they<br />
boast, by the Adepts of Mars.<br />
Sadly, despite their best efforts, the<br />
beauty of Chemos has faded over the<br />
millennia. In the absence of the Lord<br />
Fulgrim, entropy has taken a heavy toll<br />
upon the little-understood terraforming<br />
equipment, <strong>and</strong> catastrophic cave-ins<br />
have scarred the once-pristine world.<br />
In addition to the death-toll, these<br />
disasters have caused irretrievable<br />
losses of ancient technology. For<br />
instance, Persuai sub-hive was<br />
responsible for vital power generation<br />
systems used in mark 3 Iron pattern<br />
power armour. <strong>The</strong> catastrophic<br />
collapse that destroyed it in late M39<br />
has meant that ever since these suits<br />
have incorporated non-authentic<br />
elements cobbled together from later<br />
marks. To this day, search-teams still<br />
excavate the ruins of Persuai, ever-<br />
<strong>The</strong> Chemos Curse<br />
From orbit, Chemos was<br />
infamously compared with the<br />
face of “an aging courtesan, far<br />
past her prime but gamely<br />
applying rouge <strong>and</strong> powder to<br />
cover her pitted, pock-marked<br />
face.” Admiral Markovich,<br />
received orders to patrol the<br />
Ghoul Stars shortly after<br />
uttering this unflattering<br />
witticism, a tour from which his<br />
gr<strong>and</strong> cruiser <strong>and</strong> escort cadre<br />
never returned. This has led to<br />
an Imperial Navy superstition<br />
that to speak ill of Chemos is<br />
deathly bad luck, <strong>and</strong> that<br />
anyone doing so is roundly<br />
flogged, be they the lowliest<br />
ship's rating or the comm<strong>and</strong>ing<br />
officer.<br />
hopeful that the lost knowledge might<br />
one day be reclaimed.<br />
Combat Doctrine<br />
Marines of the Emperor‟s Children are<br />
expected to be proficient, nay, to excel<br />
in each <strong>and</strong> every battlefield role. This<br />
means that a battle brother would be<br />
expected to crew a vehicle as capably<br />
as they would fire a heavy weapon or<br />
fight in close combat. Although this is<br />
sought through endless training, as it is<br />
among the other loyal legions, the<br />
Emperor‟s Children add a different<br />
aspect to their regimes – the<br />
incorporation of artistic pursuits.<br />
<strong>The</strong> most obvious benefit of this is<br />
their approach to close combat. Where<br />
the World Eaters are coldly clinical<br />
<strong>and</strong> methodical, with each member of<br />
the force meshing together seamlessly,<br />
the Emperor‟s Children have a fluid<br />
grace borne of the study of dance <strong>and</strong><br />
poetry. <strong>The</strong>y flow across the<br />
battlefield, darting aside from blows<br />
<strong>and</strong> bullets before sweeping past their<br />
foes to strike three more before the first<br />
corpse has hit the ground. Officers of<br />
the Emperor‟s Children are renowned<br />
for their powerful rhetorical style,<br />
honed through intense study of the<br />
form <strong>and</strong> function of literature, poetry<br />
<strong>and</strong> the oratorical arts.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir steadfast rejection of<br />
technological developments has meant<br />
that many vehicles commonly used by<br />
the other legions are absent from the<br />
armouries of the Emperor‟s Children.<br />
For them the trusted, ancient marks of<br />
Predator, Rhino <strong>and</strong> L<strong>and</strong> Raider are<br />
more than sufficient. Modifications<br />
such as the Tilvius APC or the brutish<br />
Vindicator are looked upon as at best a<br />
corruption of the purity of the<br />
venerable Rhino chassis. Even smaller<br />
variants in weapon system such as the<br />
Predator Dominator <strong>and</strong> the L<strong>and</strong><br />
Raider Incinerator are shunned.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir laborious production of older<br />
weapons <strong>and</strong> wargear mean that the<br />
Emperor‟s Children are the only legion<br />
able to field appreciable numbers of<br />
jet-bikes, which they maintain, with<br />
some justification, are more than a<br />
match for the slow <strong>and</strong> ungainly L<strong>and</strong><br />
19<br />
Speeder. Another example of the<br />
superiority of the legion‟s venerable<br />
war-gear is the Raptor jump pack. <strong>The</strong><br />
complexity of manufacture <strong>and</strong><br />
maintenance of these devices became<br />
prohibitive even for the Legionnes<br />
Astartes. When the STC for the<br />
simpler, but far less effective DH2<br />
pattern jump pack was discovered,<br />
only the Emperor‟s Children opted to<br />
retain the older form in service. Such<br />
rigid adherence to Fulgrim‟s pre-<br />
<strong>Heresy</strong> vision of perfection, along with<br />
the luxury of limitless access to the<br />
manufacturing base of an entire planet,<br />
is a defining feature of the combat<br />
doctrine espoused by the Emperor‟s<br />
Children.<br />
Organisation<br />
While other legions have increased in<br />
size <strong>and</strong> adapted their comm<strong>and</strong><br />
structures over the millennia, the<br />
Emperor's Children have defiantly<br />
remained the same. <strong>The</strong>y are composed<br />
of thirty gr<strong>and</strong> companies, the same<br />
number that made up the legion during<br />
the ascension of the Laer campaign.<br />
Each gr<strong>and</strong> company is led by a lord<br />
comm<strong>and</strong>er, an instrument of<br />
Fulgrim‟s will, who through his<br />
subordinate captains directs upwards of<br />
a thous<strong>and</strong> marines. Respect for their<br />
superior officers is ingrained into the<br />
psyche of the Emperor‟s Children, with<br />
each successive rank moving closer to<br />
Lord Fulgrim, <strong>and</strong> by extension, closer<br />
to an unquestionable ideal.<br />
<strong>The</strong> excessive care taken over both<br />
gene-seed purity <strong>and</strong> the calibre of new<br />
recruits has meant that even in the<br />
aftermath of the Istvaan Betrayal, the<br />
Emperor‟s Children have never<br />
compromised their st<strong>and</strong>ards simply to<br />
fill out the ranks. Similarly, given the<br />
degree of time <strong>and</strong> effort required to<br />
produce their venerated wargear, it is<br />
unsurprising that they are by far the<br />
smallest of the Emperor‟s legions.<br />
What they lack in numbers, they say, is<br />
more than compensated for with their<br />
unparalleled skill. This is something<br />
which they are all-too eager to<br />
demonstrate to Astartes of other<br />
legions, be it in the duelling cages, or<br />
on the battlefield against the Emperor‟s<br />
enemies.