Why not? Although i am not a particular fan of Tzeentch, your knowledge and tactical strategy will be needed greatly. We even had a Warsmith at one point who was a Champion of Tzeentch, and he was a very successful commander and warrior
Anyone read the short story The Iron Within by Rob Sanders? The opening and closing paragraphs are what I would call metal.
I have sent you a friend request on Steam as you said... don't have Space Marine, but would love to fight alongside you in DoW until I do. Iron within brother.
After reading the lore on these guys, primarch, novels, etc. Plus this video in particular: View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgUZMo2hoXc I am REALLY into the Iron Warriors now so I figured I'd come here and say "Why not? It's the Iron Warriors!"
The Iron Within. The Iron Without. Iron everywhere. The galaxy laced with its cold promise. Did you know that Holy Terra is mostly iron? Our Olympian home, also. Most habitable planets and moons are. The truth is we are an Imperium of iron; while the heavy metal cores of burgeoning worlds generate fields that shelter life - sometimes human life - from the razing flare of such stellar ancients. Empires are measured in more than just conquered dirt. Every Iron Warrior knows this. They're measured in hearts that beat in common purpose, thundering in unison across the void: measured in the blood that spills from our Legiones Astartes bodies, red with iron and defiance. This is the iron within and we can taste its metallic tang when an enemy blade or bullet finds us wanting. Then the Iron Within becomes the Iron Without, as is it did then... The Iron Within. The Iron Without. Iron everywhere. Empires rise and they fall. I have fought the ancient species of the galaxy and my Legiones Astartes brothers will fight on, meeting new threats in dangers yet unrealised. We are an Imperium of iron and iron is forever. When our flesh is long forgotten, whether victim to the enemy within or the enemy without, iron will live on. Our hives will tumble and our mighty fleets decay. Long after our polished bones have faded to dust on a gentle breeze, our weapons and armor will remain. Remnants of a warlike race: the iron of loyalist and traitor both. In them our story will be told - a cautionary tale to those that follow. Iron cares not for faith or heresy. Iron is forever. And as our battle-plate, our blades and our bolters rot in the sand of some distant world, they will pit and tarnish. Their dull sheen will corrode and crumble. Grey will turn to brown and brown to red. In the quietly rusting scrap of our fallen empire, iron will return to its primordial state, perhaps to be used by some other foolish race. And though the weakness of my flesh fails me, as the weakness of my brothers' flesh will ultimately fail them, our iron shall live on. For iron is eternal. From Iron cometh Strength. From Strength cometh Will. From Will cometh Faith. From Faith cometh Honor. From Honor cometh Iron. This is the Unbreakable Litany. And may it forever be so. -Rob Sanders, "The Iron Within" Iron Within, Iron Without.
Greetings, Brothers. I have returned, the siege of Castellax was victorious and the ork war host was destroyed, and their war boss Biglugg was slain. War smith Andrazz has died, and my Raptor squadron has lost many Brothers. The unworthy Flesh served no purpose on Castellax, other than meat shields. A fitting responsibility for such inept meat sacks. Bjorn - We are not a Traitor Legion. We have realised the lies and perversion of the fake emperor, and broke apart to become a more independent legion. We have become stronger. You will find out how strong soon enough, I am sure. I think Brother Merihem would like to show you...
Go do your versus posting somewhere else. There are other threads for it in the RP and Off-Topic sections.
