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Hello there, Warhammer fans. Today, a special request from dr-dread1234, where we take a look at the wayward sons of Angron, the Eightfold Centurions.

Though officially having founded their Warband before Angron’s ascension (or descent, depending on your sanity), into a Daemon Primarch of Khorne, the Warband’s origins can be traced back to the unfortunate day, when the Red Angel was introduced to the 12th Legion.

Their story begins with 12th Captain, Iochir Drachius. Drachius was a competent officer, priding himself in managing his brothers’ natural ferocity towards the noble goals of the Great Crusade. His efforts in improving the Warhounds’ reputation to a still sceptical fledgling Imperium was appreciated by his brothers.

Then, the 12th Legion got the news that their Primarch, Angron, had been discovered. What was meant to be a celebration turned to dismay. One by one, a slaughter-mad Angron savaged his own Captains, until Kharn alone managed to satiate (if only barely) his father’s rage. Iochir expressed a silent thanks for Kharn’s involvement. Had Kharn failed, he would’ve been next.

It was this loyalty to Kharn that would keep him in check and prevent him from acting out. Fortunate, for without Kharn, tensions between the 12th Captain and the Primarch would’ve boiled over. A hatred that would only increase when the dreaded Butcher’s Nails were forced upon the World Eaters. Iochier despised Angron for mutilating his brothers and having been made to decimate them on his father’s petty whims. Angron loathed Iochier for the fact that the 12th Captain’s nails had a fault and did not rob him of his sanity entirely. It remains a mystery as to why Angron didn’t outright kill the Captain. Perhaps he preferred to see him suffer and considered death a mercy. Or perhaps it was because, somewhere in the damaged and hateful mind of the Red Angel, a sliver of the noble revolutionary he once was remained, and saw in this defiant son, a remnant of the brothers and sisters he’d been robbed of. Not that Angron would ever acknowledge such a thing.

The failed rebellion and death of Centurion Mago by Kharn’s hand saw bond between Iochier and Kharn shatter. Mago, a friend to both captains, was the last hope for a return to nobility to the 12th Legion. A bitter hatred was spawned between the two that day.

When the day come to commence the Horus Heresy at Istvaan III, to the surprised of many, Iochier was not among the Loyalists. For despite his hatred of Angron and what the 12th were reduced to, he had come to despise The Emperor even more. Angron was a monster, but he was one unleashed by The Emperor, who knowingly allowed the lunatic to destroy the Legion and use it to brutalise worlds beyond reason. The once lofty goals of enlightenment the Crusade had promised were revealed to be little more than the empty promises of yet another tyrant. One Iochier would see dethroned.

He would go on to lead his company against the Loyalists until the Legion’s assault on Nuceria. By this point the World Eaters were barely being kept together. In the discourse (and just narrowly avoid the wrath of Lotarra Sarrin) Iochier took his company elsewhere. If this was truly about being free from tyranny, he saw now reason to remain chained to Angron.

In the 12th Company’s reaving, Iochier became plagued by voices ringing in his head. He was not there for his Primarch and Legion’s fall to the Blood God, but he could FEEL it, burning in his blood. Having been intercepted by a Dark Angels strike force, outmanned and outgunned, he chose to die free. Then, the voices made him an offer. Swear himself to Khorne, and he and his brothers would form their own path. The Eightfold Path. Out of options and, feeling something in his very soul that told him this was right, he accepted.

All at once, the 12th was transformed. Though outnumbered, every marine fought like ten Astartes. Rage and power coursed through their veins. Having beaten the Loyalists, Iochier, for the first time in a long time, felt a serene sense of purpose. From this point on, the 12th Company would become the Eightfold Centurions. They would earn their freedom from The Emperor, Angron, Horus, all of them.

And they would pay for that freedom with skulls for their one true master.

He would have one final meeting with Kharn, who himself was now Champion of Khorne. The two cast aside their old feud, pointless in the face of their new purpose. Kharn anointed Iochir with a chainaxe, forged from the brazen thrones of the Nucerian High Riders. A weapon forged from slavers, now in the hands of “liberators.” He was also gifted a fragment of Angron’s old armor. Not out of sentiment. Rather, a source of hatred to feed his worship of Khorne.

The Eightfold Centurions specialise in boarding actions and trench clearing assaults. Preferring to be face to face with their opponents, with a bloodlust and zeal that is nothing short of madness.

In terms of personality, the Centurions are not as conventional as most Khornate berserkers. While every last one of them is a bloodthirsty killer, there is still a, albeit twisted, sense of honor. They see themselves as liberators, cutting down tyrants and slavers and freeing humanity from the lies of the Corpse Emperor, the filthy xenos and the lesser Dark Gods. To give you an idea, the Khornate will absolutely kill Imperial Guard/PDF/anyone armed who’s worth a fight. BUT, they won’t kill civilians. Khorne may not care where the blood flows from, but he is still a God of honor (something I truly wish authors would remember) and if they can’t fight back, then they’re not worth killing. (This only SLIGHTLY extends to xenos “civilians” like Tau and it honestly depends on the Centurion in particular. To some, weaklings aren’t worth the blade. To others, xenos don’t count when it comes to honor.)

They keep their numbers up from the people they “Liberate.” They’re given a choice. Live as you are now or join as serfs or potential recruits. (These guys are pretty much the Spartacus rebellion on steroids.) So, say, a Dark Eldar incursion attacks your Agri-World. On the plus side, they will tear the emo pansies into red ribbons. On the other hand, your homes are now in ruins, because, collateral damage in NOT something a Centurion considers in the middle of a killing frenzy. So your choices become, join up with the angry bronze men or eke out a very hard living on your own on a ruined world. (They may have honour, but they’re still Chaos.)

A very particular aspect of the Centurions is the matter of the Butcher’s Nails. It’s up to the individual Centurion is he wishes the blessing/curse of the device. To some, it brings them closer to their Patron. To others, it’s a sordid reminder of when they served an uncaring tyrant and a worthless father. Iochir, still keeps his. A reminder of what once was.

They reside on the world of Umior Imperialis, a Mining World that saw a massive slave revolt and the populace pledge themselves to the Blood God. It was also the final place that Kharn and Iochir met on. It is here that recruited slave children are forged into warriors of Khorne, unleashed into the Galaxy that wronged them with bloody vengeance on their minds.

They’re greatest enemies, being both devoted to Khorne and opposed to any that would force a man to a path not his own, are the servants of Slaanesh. This has been the case since the Emperor’s Children and the World Eaters came to blows on Skalathrax. This hatred was enhanced tenfold when the Lords of Ecstasy assaulted Umior Imperialis and made off with several serfs and recruits, condemned to unimaginable suffering before a death that couldn’t come soon enough. This insult has driven the Centurions to hunt the Lords down and butcher them to the man. The Lords find this to be amusing at best and relish the pain these caused the Centurions. (It’s a Love/Hate relationship. The Lords love fighting them, the Centurions HATE that they haven’t killed them all.)

Their War Cry is, “Die for Freedom! Kill for Khorne!” Pretty much sums up their worldview. They will risk their lives so they may live as they please. And they pay for this freedom by offering rightful tribute to mighty Khorne!

Appearance wise, the Centurions still look more human than most Khornate. There are mutations, but Iochir’s example of an iron will has inspired many brothers not to submit fully to mutation and blood madness. Whether or not this dedication impresses or enrages Khorne is unknown (maybe both. He’s never happy anyway.)

And that concludes the request. I’d like to thank dr-dread1234 for offering me to make this Warband. It was fun. I’ve still got a lot of my own Homebrews I’d like to make, so I don’t know if I’d get in the habit of requests or not, but I wouldn’t rule out the possibility for the future. I hope I did your Homebrew some justice.

Have a great day and remember, freedom is worth any price.

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Hello there, Warhammer fans. Today, a special request from dr-dread1234, where we take a look at the wayward sons of Angron, the Eightfold Centurions.

Though officially having founded their Warband before Angron’s ascension (or descent, depending on your sanity), into a Daemon Primarch of Khorne, the Warband’s origins can be traced back to the unfortunate day, when the Red Angel was introduced to the 12th Legion.

Their story begins with 12th Captain, Iochir Drachius. Drachius was a competent officer, priding himself in managing his brothers’ natural ferocity towards the noble goals of the Great Crusade. His efforts in improving the Warhounds’ reputation to a still sceptical fledgling Imperium was appreciated by his brothers.

Then, the 12th Legion got the news that their Primarch, Angron, had been discovered. What was meant to be a celebration turned to dismay. One by one, a slaughter-mad Angron savaged his own Captains, until Kharn alone managed to satiate (if only barely) his father’s rage. Iochir expressed a silent thanks for Kharn’s involvement. Had Kharn failed, he would’ve been next.

It was this loyalty to Kharn that would keep him in check and prevent him from acting out. Fortunate, for without Kharn, tensions between the 12th Captain and the Primarch would’ve boiled over. A hatred that would only increase when the dreaded Butcher’s Nails were forced upon the World Eaters. Iochier despised Angron for mutilating his brothers and having been made to decimate them on his father’s petty whims. Angron loathed Iochier for the fact that the 12th Captain’s nails had a fault and did not rob him of his sanity entirely. It remains a mystery as to why Angron didn’t outright kill the Captain. Perhaps he preferred to see him suffer and considered death a mercy. Or perhaps it was because, somewhere in the damaged and hateful mind of the Red Angel, a sliver of the noble revolutionary he once was remained, and saw in this defiant son, a remnant of the brothers and sisters he’d been robbed of. Not that Angron would ever acknowledge such a thing.

The failed rebellion and death of Centurion Mago by Kharn’s hand saw bond between Iochier and Kharn shatter. Mago, a friend to both captains, was the last hope for a return to nobility to the 12th Legion. A bitter hatred was spawned between the two that day.

When the day come to commence the Horus Heresy at Istvaan III, to the surprised of many, Iochier was not among the Loyalists. For despite his hatred of Angron and what the 12th were reduced to, he had come to despise The Emperor even more. Angron was a monster, but he was one unleashed by The Emperor, who knowingly allowed the lunatic to destroy the Legion and use it to brutalise worlds beyond reason. The once lofty goals of enlightenment the Crusade had promised were revealed to be little more than the empty promises of yet another tyrant. One Iochier would see dethroned.

He would go on to lead his company against the Loyalists until the Legion’s assault on Nuceria. By this point the World Eaters were barely being kept together. In the discourse (and just narrowly avoid the wrath of Lotarra Sarrin) Iochier took his company elsewhere. If this was truly about being free from tyranny, he saw now reason to remain chained to Angron.

In the 12th Company’s reaving, Iochier became plagued by voices ringing in his head. He was not there for his Primarch and Legion’s fall to the Blood God, but he could FEEL it, burning in his blood. Having been intercepted by a Dark Angels strike force, outmanned and outgunned, he chose to die free. Then, the voices made him an offer. Swear himself to Khorne, and he and his brothers would form their own path. The Eightfold Path. Out of options and, feeling something in his very soul that told him this was right, he accepted.

All at once, the 12th was transformed. Though outnumbered, every marine fought like ten Astartes. Rage and power coursed through their veins. Having beaten the Loyalists, Iochier, for the first time in a long time, felt a serene sense of purpose. From this point on, the 12th Company would become the Eightfold Centurions. They would earn their freedom from The Emperor, Angron, Horus, all of them.

And they would pay for that freedom with skulls for their one true master.

He would have one final meeting with Kharn, who himself was now Champion of Khorne. The two cast aside their old feud, pointless in the face of their new purpose. Kharn anointed Iochir with a chainaxe, forged from the brazen thrones of the Nucerian High Riders. A weapon forged from slavers, now in the hands of “liberators.” He was also gifted a fragment of Angron’s old armor. Not out of sentiment. Rather, a source of hatred to feed his worship of Khorne.

The Eightfold Centurions specialise in boarding actions and trench clearing assaults. Preferring to be face to face with their opponents, with a bloodlust and zeal that is nothing short of madness.

In terms of personality, the Centurions are not as conventional as most Khornate berserkers. While every last one of them is a bloodthirsty killer, there is still a, albeit twisted, sense of honor. They see themselves as liberators, cutting down tyrants and slavers and freeing humanity from the lies of the Corpse Emperor, the filthy xenos and the lesser Dark Gods. To give you an idea, the Khornate will absolutely kill Imperial Guard/PDF/anyone armed who’s worth a fight. BUT, they won’t kill civilians. Khorne may not care where the blood flows from, but he is still a God of honor (something I truly wish authors would remember) and if they can’t fight back, then they’re not worth killing. (This only SLIGHTLY extends to xenos “civilians” like Tau and it honestly depends on the Centurion in particular. To some, weaklings aren’t worth the blade. To others, xenos don’t count when it comes to honor.)

They keep their numbers up from the people they “Liberate.” They’re given a choice. Live as you are now or join as serfs or potential recruits. (These guys are pretty much the Spartacus rebellion on steroids.) So, say, a Dark Eldar incursion attacks your Agri-World. On the plus side, they will tear the emo pansies into red ribbons. On the other hand, your homes are now in ruins, because, collateral damage in NOT something a Centurion considers in the middle of a killing frenzy. So your choices become, join up with the angry bronze men or eke out a very hard living on your own on a ruined world. (They may have honour, but they’re still Chaos.)

A very particular aspect of the Centurions is the matter of the Butcher’s Nails. It’s up to the individual Centurion is he wishes the blessing/curse of the device. To some, it brings them closer to their Patron. To others, it’s a sordid reminder of when they served an uncaring tyrant and a worthless father. Iochir, still keeps his. A reminder of what once was.

They reside on the world of Umior Imperialis, a Mining World that saw a massive slave revolt and the populace pledge themselves to the Blood God. It was also the final place that Kharn and Iochir met on. It is here that recruited slave children are forged into warriors of Khorne, unleashed into the Galaxy that wronged them with bloody vengeance on their minds.

They’re greatest enemies, being both devoted to Khorne and opposed to any that would force a man to a path not his own, are the servants of Slaanesh. This has been the case since the Emperor’s Children and the World Eaters came to blows on Skalathrax. This hatred was enhanced tenfold when the Lords of Ecstasy assaulted Umior Imperialis and made off with several serfs and recruits, condemned to unimaginable suffering before a death that couldn’t come soon enough. This insult has driven the Centurions to hunt the Lords down and butcher them to the man. The Lords find this to be amusing at best and relish the pain these caused the Centurions. (It’s a Love/Hate relationship. The Lords love fighting them, the Centurions HATE that they haven’t killed them all.)

Their War Cry is, “Die for Freedom! Kill for Khorne!” Pretty much sums up their worldview. They will risk their lives so they may live as they please. And they pay for this freedom by offering rightful tribute to mighty Khorne!

Appearance wise, the Centurions still look more human than most Khornate. There are mutations, but Iochir’s example of an iron will has inspired many brothers not to submit fully to mutation and blood madness. Whether or not this dedication impresses or enrages Khorne is unknown (maybe both. He’s never happy anyway.)

And that concludes the request. I’d like to thank dr-dread1234 for offering me to make this Warband. It was fun. I’ve still got a lot of my own Homebrews I’d like to make, so I don’t know if I’d get in the habit of requests or not, but I wouldn’t rule out the possibility for the future. I hope I did your Homebrew some justice.

Have a great day and remember, freedom is worth any price.