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Of Honour and Iron – Ian St. Martin

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Whatever your age, be careful when using glues, bladed equipment and sprays and make sure that you read and follow the instructions on the packaging. The content within will help you to assemble your collection of Adeptus Custodes Citadel Miniatures into a redoubtable tabletop army, ready to take the fight to the heretic, traitor and alien alike in the glorious name of the Emperor of Mankind. Theirs is a singular duty, perhaps the most important in all the galaxy, for it is to the Adeptus Custodes that the safety and sanctity of the Emperor himself is entrusted.

For many thousands of years this has seen them guard the Sol System with ironclad determination, and fight secret wars of which the wider Imperium can never know. But now, with the immaterium spilling through the bounds of reality and war consuming every Imperial world, the Custodians must strike out into the stars to eliminate terrible dangers before they can come anywhere near their throne-bound master.

In collecting an Adeptus Custodes army you will find yourself leading the most elite military branch of the Imperium. Every warrior you command is a figure worthy of legend. Every blow you strike will be crushing. Within this book you will find all the information you need to collect an Adeptus Custodes army and field it upon the tabletop.

As well as being incredibly powerful on the tabletop, the Adeptus Custodes are a wonderful modelling and painting project for those who really enjoy lavishing time and attention on every model. With a small number of exquisitely detailed individual warriors and ornate war machines at your disposal, you can afford to spend as long as you wish making sure that every single model in your collection looks exceptional, both by itself and as part of a wider tabletop force.

To play games with your army, you will need a copy of the Warhammer 40, rules. To find out more about Warhammer 40, or download the free core rules, visit warhammer The light of the Emperor shone from them like the radiance of Sol herself, and their battle cry was the booming voice of the Master of Mankind.

Before their glorious charge, the worshippers of the Dark Gods were driven back like whipped curs. For ten millennia they have stood sentinel over the Master of Mankind and defended the gates of his palace. The Ten Thousand walk the stars in numbers not seen since the Great Crusade, and woe betide those who oppose them. No finer or more fearsome warriors are there in the Imperium than the Custodians. Though even a small force of Custodians can rip through an enemy army in a whirlwind of bloodied blades, their true purpose is not one of conquest, but of guardianship.

Each Custodian is sublimely skilled, their strategic and tactical nous, bladesmanship and instinct little short of supernatural. However, where the warriors of the Adeptus Astartes employ squad-level tactics, their battle-brothers functioning as a cohesive whole, the Custodians fight as individuals. Each of their fiercely independent number wields weapons hand crafted for him alone, and wears intricately designed armour tailored to his precise dimensions. So equipped, a single Custodian can go toe to toe with a dozen experienced combatants.

When deployed en masse, such warriors can sweep away armies many times their number. Ours is the vigil that must never end. Ours is the timeless honour, the willing sacrifice, the penitence enduring. We stand a watch that will never be relieved, and we stand it gladly out of adoration for he who gave us life, and whose life we must, in turn, preserve.

We will never earn absolution, for we do not deserve it, but those who believe that would give us pause are fools. The cradle world was, at that time, a nightmarish place of abhuman armies and grotesque warlords who fought in thrall to entities both malefic and debased. It is said that to have seen the Master of Mankind stride to war at the head of the Golden Legion was to have witnessed the most magnificent spectacle in human history. Where the gilded shield companies of the Adeptus Custodes storm into battle, the enemies of the Emperor come apart like smoke in a gale.

The Custodians fight like legends come to life, and with the range of tools at their disposal are able to achieve the impossible. Enemy engines of war are annihilated by swift-striking spearheads of airborne Vertus Praetors, while heretical demagogues and roaring monstrosities alike fall beneath the blades of the Allarus Terminators. For years uncounted the Legio Custodes, as they were known then, covered themselves in glory. Yet it was at the culmination of that epochal conflict that the Custodians knew defeat at last.

They have carried the crushing shame and dishonour of doing so with them through all the millennia since. By the time the foe realise their cause is hopeless, it is far too late. The only option left to the enemy to flee in dismay, and even then death is all but guaranteed.

Such is the fate of those who dare to oppose the will of the Emperor. Now, instead, the Custodians were charged with protecting what remained of their beloved Emperor at any cost. They donned shrouds of mourning black as a symbol of their disgrace, a sombre raiment that they would not shed for many millennia.

For thousands of years, the Adeptus Custodes have stood vigil. Thanks to the remarkable gene-craft involved in their creation, these warriors do not age as other men, and so barring catastrophic physical trauma, they are functionally immortal.

With many Custodians being well over one thousand years old, they have had endless opportunity to perfect their skills, further their education across every lore and discipline, and hone their tactics so as to be ready for every eventuality. Now, with the awakening of the Ultramarines Primarch Roboute Guilliman and his reinstating as Lord Commander of the Imperium, and the opening of the apocalyptic Great Rift, that time has finally come.

Chaos-worshipping Renegades and howling tides of Daemons spill from warp storms all across the galaxy. Even the Sol System is assailed, the greatest enemies of Mankind coming within striking distance of Holy Terra itself. The threats to the Golden Throne are now so widespread and dire that they must be stamped out pre-emptively, before they have a chance to fully manifest.

Thus, while a standing garrison of Custodians remain upon the throneworld to defend their master, dozens of shield companies have set out into the stars to take the fight directly to those who would once again prove them derelict in their duty.

With them they bring the fury of the Emperor himself, sharpened by ten thousand years of preparation. Of course, this is not the only war that the Adeptus Custodes have mobilised for since the Heresy. Such battles grind on even as the Ten Thousand sweep out to rend the traitor and the heretic all across known space. Like the Imperium as a whole, the Adeptus Custodes face opposition on every front. Upon the killing fields of Hydraphur, the Black Legion advanced in great and fearsome number.

Yet though the heretics put all other Imperial servants to flight, they could not overcome the Adeptus Custodes, and against that living bastion of auramite their charge broke. During the Dark Age of Technology, the human race was almost annihilated by its own hubris. Science and technology advanced at a breathtaking pace, enabling the conquest of increasingly far-flung planets.

Thinking machines and the development of ever more esoteric weapons and transportation technologies played their part, but the single greatest factor to drive this expansion was the ability — and the reckless will — to manipulate human genetics.

Utterly certain of their own primacy, scientist-kings and techno-demagogues followed every strand of curiosity and exercised powers of creation that made them seem like gods. Ultimately, their hubris led them to catastrophe, and onwards to the very brink of extinction. Worlds were overrun by bloody uprisings within their own populations, much of which were mutated beyond sanity and recognition. Gene-wars consumed entire star systems, while a psychic apocalypse drowned the stars in fire.

The vast empire of Humanity was shattered amidst horror and anarchy, and the oppressive shroud of Old Night settled over all. At the heart of this galactic disaster lay Terra, transformed from a glittering jewel to an apocalyptic hellscape by forbidden weapons and biological atrocities. Yet though its people fell into darkness and ignorance, many of the technologies that had led them to ruin survived, sealed away in hidden bunkers and biomantic crypts.

Sure enough, as Humanity clawed its way back from the brink beneath the lashes of cruel warlords, so those selfappointed rulers discovered the weapons of old and tried once again to turn them upon one another.

Terra faced the threat of a second apocalypse as gene-bred barbarians and ghastly fleshstitched ghouls made war at the behest of madmen, fanatics and techno-cannibalistic murderers. I was still as a statue, but always ready, always attuned to dangers unseen. Days, months, years passed by in a frenzied blur beyond those walls, yet within, little moved and nothing changed.

For one hundred years I did naught but wait, yet had any threat appeared, I would have struck it down in a heartbeat. For one hundred years I stood my watch, and as it ends I can tell you this — patience is a weapon.

It was this ancient and dangerous bounty, coupled with his own incredible and unfathomable powers, that allowed the Emperor to fashion warriors with which to unite a world. That task was not a simple one, and though the Emperor sought peace for Humanity, he could not achieve his aims without war.

It is known, by the most learned of Imperial Historitors, that the living weapons the Emperor used for his early conquests were the Thunder Warriors.

By the time the Thunder Warriors learned of their own disposable nature, the Emperor had set his sights on grander ambitions, and created the first of the beings that would become his Space Marines. The years that followed saw the Great Crusade surge forth from the cradle of Humanity to reclaim the galaxy. Gathering pace with the technological aid of the Martian Mechanicum, the crusade forces spilled out into the void, billions upon billions of Imperial Army soldiers, proud warships, Space Marine Legions and countless other forces setting sail to reunite the stellar empire of Mankind.

The truth is hidden in fragments of the past, accounts of figures appearing in crude hieroglyphs and cave etchings, stasis-locked scads of parchment and gene-sealed tomes that no man now can open. They held back the baying flesh-packs of the transnordic reaver tribes while the Emperor slew their bloated meat-god.

Custodian blades took the head of Gharsha the Decryer, pierced the heart of the Ur-queen of Atlan, and drove back the iron fiends on the red fields of Primasalia. Or at least, so the dying echoes of history suggest.

In those early days the Emperor was at the forefront of the expansion, even as his Primarch sons were rediscovered one by one and the crusade fleets became ever more scattered and autonomous in their operation. Wherever the Emperor went, there too strode the Legio Custodes, an unstoppable golden army now ten thousand strong.

To them went the finest weapons and armour, and all the accumulated wealth of archeotechnological secrets unearthed by the crusading armies upon ancient human worlds. Alongside such esoterica as anti-gravitic battle tanks and terrifyingly potent disintegration rays, the Custodians also had access to the very best tried-and-tested Imperial tools of war.

Their Land Raiders possessed the most exceptional and bellicose machine spirits. Their bolt weaponry, power blades and heavy weapons were all individually handcrafted by the greatest artisans the Imperium had to offer, as befitted such august and sublimely skilled warriors.

In the last years of the Unification Wars, the Thunder Warriors at last realised that their creator had cursed them with short lifespans, and turned upon him for what they saw as his betrayal. With those last relic forces purged in a ruthless act of barbarity worthy of culminating the Age of Strife, Terra could at last be pronounced unified, and the Emperor could turn his gaze to the stars for the benefit of all Mankind.

Warhammer 40k Ultramarines.pdf

Abilities Description Ref. Self-repair Roll a D6 at the start of each of your turns; on a 6, this model regains one lost wound. Sergeant Chronus always begins the game commanding a vehicle. If Sergeant Chronus is commanding a vehicle at the start of your turn, he can Tank restore one lost wounds it has suffered. If Sergeant Chronus' vehicle has been reduced to 0 Commander wounds, set him up within 3" before removing the vehicle from the battlefield. He is treated as a passenger disembarking from a destroyed transport.

The age of the Dark Imperium has begun, and the human race is poised on the brink of ruin. Now Lord Commander of the Imperium of Man, Guilliman marshals his forces in a desperate effort to drive back the predations of Chaos: the Indomitus Crusade. Will he achieve a crucial victory for Guilliman in time, or will a millennia-old obsession spell his doom? And just what manner of weapons will be needed to wage the war to save mankind? Read it Because New insights into the Primaris Space Marines abound, as well a look at Primarch Guilliman as he leads his great crusade to reclaim the Imperium.

What happens when the Ultramarines clash with a warband of bitter Iron Warriors again? Not enough hijinx ensue. Devastation of Baal wiped out almost all of the Blood Angel successor chapters. Ashes of Prospero finally shed the truth about Prospero to the Space Wolves. Our favorite living primarch Robby G has tapped Chaplain Helios of the 8th Company of the Ultramarines on a mission of utmost importance. And even then, I have no idea why it was so secretive, especially since everyone believes that this planet, Quradim, is a boring outpost for the Genesis Chapter.

Of Honour And Iron. A Space Marine Conquests novel. As Roboute Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade drives across the galaxy, Ultramarines Chaplain Helios is.

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