We were the Clawhand’s Own – sons to him as the first of the Mighty were to the Prymarchs of old. We are in the wilderness now. When our lord fell we fell with him, and fell again. Most of my brothers died when the Bitterblade broke beneath Kell’s hand, our pride was ground to dust beneath his heel. Now we are no more than slaves, made mean by suffering, stripped of glory. We are bound to the service of a lord despised by us, and by the Gods; a lord who shamed us. Some doubt we shall ever regain the grandeur of old or take our place amongst the choirs of the ascended.
We are now but a ragged few, yet my brothers still trust in me and I swear before all the gods that come the hour we shall rise!
Although life is pretty busy at the moment I’ve found the time to finish off the leader for my new squad of Chaos Marines; Squad Valaghast. These are the former servants of Kordel Bitterblade, chosen from his elite when he was Master of Purges amongst the Hawkmoth Space Marines. When he and Kell turned from the Throne-world they followed their master into the darkness. As he began his rise to power as the chaos lord Kordel Clawhand they formed his murderous elite, yet having shared in their master’s glory during his reign they must also share his shame in defeat. The journey has not been kind to them yet they have not lost sight of a future in which they regain their old glory. Kell knows this, and recognises also their hatred and contempt for him. Rather than have them slain or banished he aims to harness their gloryseeking ways – for he knows that there is nothing they will not do to return to power.