Imperial Armour Volume 10 has 21 ratings and 1 review. Graham said: I keep coming back to this book, there’s so much great stuff in there it’s. Review of Imperial Armour Book 10 The Badab War Part 2 Part 1:The Story – this continues the in depth discussion of how the war evolves. and more to come in IA Imperial Armour Book 9 Part 1: The background to the conflict and the first phases of the war, the participating.
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Imperial Armour Volume 10: The Badab War – Part Two
Failure to do so may result in investigation by the Inquisition. You have been warned. Badab War Part 2] Introducing the Carcharodons self. The Carcharodons fleet has unexpectedly arrived into the Badab cluster to support the loyalist war element.
Many are uncertain of who the chapter is and what their intentions might be. The ranking inquisitor, Legate-Inquisitor Jarndyce Frain has elected to meet the Carcharadons and ascertain their true intentions. He has boarded the Nicor with a small delegation and a few other space marines to investigate. Such was his [Montressor’s] lot, and such was his reason for being here on this cold and shadowed deck, standing on the bring of a vessel the likes of which to his knowledge had not been seen more than eleven centuries in thei sregion.
His presence required not simply for the storehouse of lore he kept, but because he was as much a sifter of truth as either of the Sanctioned Psykers that walked alongside him into the void-born relic of arcane and forbidden history, and to divine truth, he must see it first hand. The Fire Angels Space Marine, the shining silver-steel, white and crimson of his armour resplendent in the shadows beyond the iris maw, beckoned them forward and the Inquisition party advanced.
At its head was a plain, simple figure in an unadorned black hooded cassock worn over light environmental armour as colourless as dust. In his hand the figure carried an iron sceptre capped with a wreathed Aquila to mark his exalted rank – he was Legate-Inquisitor Jarndyce Frain.
Frain’s slight form seemed almost childlike as it stepped through the gaping iris and passed between the towering forms of the Astartes bodyguards beyond.
Montressor followed with the others in his turn, his frail, calliper-bound limbs jerking him along in a shambling gait as he entered the Nicor. Dimly some part of his still-organic brain knew both awe and terror at what confronted him in the frigid air of the immense vaulted corridor, but to his conscious mind there was so much to sift and record, such a vortex of permutation and questions unanswered that it drowned out all else.
For a half-kilometre the Inquisitor and his retinue walked through the great processional, and although the gantry on which they trod was narrow at barely three metres wide, the long corridor-chamber extended on either side of hte mid-air walkway to four times that distance and below them to an unknown depth, its downward limit concealed by the uncounted detritus of war.
Below them was a charnel pit of broken metal, splintered armour and tattered finery, and here arrayed in an unsorted and scorned mass were pile after pile of shattered weapons and broken banners, split helms and ravaged skeletons from unnumbered wars and uncounted slaughters. Montressor’s learned eye spied and correlated thousands of unique artefacts among the mass ranging from Imperial lasguns to primitive black powder flintlocks, and rarer prizes such as the trampled and broken icons of the foul Traitor to the sundered Wraithbone half of an Eldar Farseer’s spear.
Alongside those things he recognised was much to which even his vast storehouse of arcana had no answer in identifying. Above this deep trench of detritus soared the banners and pennants of the Imperium; albeit in ancient guises and patterns seldom seen for millennia; the Great Aquila, the graven icons of saints, primarchs and more besides.
Between these were hung less familiar relics in the shape of ashen banners and shadowy helm paldrons, all sable-grey and tarnished bronze, broken here and there with abyssal black and crimson. They were each marked with swirling death-sigils and the image shape of a near-mythic predator Montressor identified as one said to have been ancient before the holy form of Mankind was born.
As at last they reached the end of the shadowed processional in silence they were confronted by another great fanged iris, this one circled by the skulls of beasts and xenos forms. Wet-black steam hissed from the opened aperture and a hulking form materialised from the darkness, a Space Marine in Terminator armour whose grey livery faded from the umbra of a darkened thunderhead to the deathly pallor of a winter mist, the armour itself unlike anything Montressor had seen except in faded chronicles of forbidden history.
The figure was huge, even for a Space Marine so-raimented, and as its armoured foot hammered on to the gantry like a bell strike, the Fire Angels accompanying them fell into a battle stance. Coldly focusing on his sworn task despite the shadow of death he felt looming over him Montressor logged the image of the Terminator and translated the armorial wording he saw there.
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Ths he signalled this information to his master’s vox implant. Legate-Inquisitor Jarndyce Frain stood before the hulking figure as if daring death to strike him down and raised high the sceptre, touched by the hands of the High Lords of Terra themselves.
With sudden and unexpected grade the massive Imperail slid to armouur knees before the black-cassocked man who was but a fraction of his size. Armoured gauntlets went to the Terminator’s helm and the fastenings hissed open, amber light dying in the helm’s optic-lenses. The scarred face that was revealed was sharp visaged and waxen, deathly white, armlur eyes as fathomless and pitiless a black as the dark between the stars.
I have never been disappointed by a description of Tyberos posted teh this sub. How they masterfully imo make The Red Dank into a pants shittingly imposing figure but without the Mary Sue flaw seemingly makes me hard every time. My wet dream is a SS and Black Templar teamup Wanting valiant servants and heroes of the Imperium to waste themselves on each others weapons?
This is what is scarier than a Space Marine. Thinking about it, it’s gotta be kinda terrifying to have an unknown Space Marine chapter show up outta nowhere. No records, no history, just a gigantic force of kill hungry superhumans of unknown allegiance inviting you onto their charnel house of a ship.
Sharks have rows of teeth, idk how the Charcaradons geneseed gives them shark teeth. Yeah but sharks teeth curve back into their mouth, and as far as I know sharks don’t have a tongue. How do these dudes talk?
I mean our tongues just fit into our mouths. I know it’s just a space fantasy game, but damn it’s always the little things that stick out like a neon light. Two rows of teeth would be the usual amount and still referrable as rows. Could probably just be meant to conjure the mental image of a shark. Maybe the Carcharadon spliced their gene seed with shark dna.
I was always under the impression they both look alike, since Curze and Corax are said to be nearly mirror images of each otherexcept Curze filing his teeth and having the hair and gadab of a mentally ill hobo.
Where do you buy those imperial armour books?
I can find some on forge world but this one Badab war I cannot. As far as I know they are not sold on Black Library either so patr can I get them?
They’re rules index books for 8th edition. The actual Imperial Armour books with fluff and such are no longer available since they’re from previous editions and are no longer rules-compatible: Frain is mentioned in the Carcharodons novels as well.
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