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Shortly after, Talgron and the 34th Company were dispatched to [[Terra]], ostensibly to maintain a Word Bearers presence in the [[Sol system]] and assure the Emperor of Lorgar's loyalty but in truth to covertly pave the way for the eventual invasion. When news reached Terra that [[Horus]] had betrayed the Imperium [[Rogal Dorn]] summoned Talgron to the palace and ordered him and his garrison to join the rest of the Seventeenth Legion in mustering for the loyalist counter-attack at [[Isstvan V]]. Dorn also released Talgron's old mentor Volkhar Wreth, who was serving on Terra as the only Word Bearer representative in the [[Crusader Host]], into his custody. Before leaving the palace Talgron lured Wreth into an ambush and along with [[Dark Apostle]] [[Jarulek]] converted him into a living conduit that would allow [[daemons]] to breach the palace when the time of the invasion came.{{Fn|1}}
 
Shortly after, Talgron and the 34th Company were dispatched to [[Terra]], ostensibly to maintain a Word Bearers presence in the [[Sol system]] and assure the Emperor of Lorgar's loyalty but in truth to covertly pave the way for the eventual invasion. When news reached Terra that [[Horus]] had betrayed the Imperium [[Rogal Dorn]] summoned Talgron to the palace and ordered him and his garrison to join the rest of the Seventeenth Legion in mustering for the loyalist counter-attack at [[Isstvan V]]. Dorn also released Talgron's old mentor Volkhar Wreth, who was serving on Terra as the only Word Bearer representative in the [[Crusader Host]], into his custody. Before leaving the palace Talgron lured Wreth into an ambush and along with [[Dark Apostle]] [[Jarulek]] converted him into a living conduit that would allow [[daemons]] to breach the palace when the time of the invasion came.{{Fn|1}}
  
Talgron left Terra shortly after, commanding the 34th Company in the [[Shadow Crusade]] during the [[Horus Heresy]]. During the [[Percepton Campaign]] Talgron hunted down a team of [[Ultramarines]] that had retreated to an underground bunker but was too late to prevent them from triggering a bombardment of [[phosphex bombs]] that burned away all life on the planet. His flesh melting into his armour, Talgron was rescued from the surface and died 8 times on the [[Apothecary|apothecary's]] slab. However the rites he had performed with [[Jarulek]] two solar years earlier that had transformed Volkhar Wreth into a [[Daemonhost]], allowed Talgron to incomprehensibly survive death by seizing the Warp-afflicted heart of Wreth in the aether. He Writhed on the [[apothecarion]]'s slab. Skinless, raw and bleeding, he more closely resembled one of the Dwellers Beyond than anything of human birth. His flesh had run like wax, giving it a wet, glossy-slick appearance. His features had melted and blurred together, making it look as though he wore a grotesque cult mask. His eye sockets were tortured red pits, burned tear trails all that remained of his liquefied eyeballs, and what was left of his mouth opened and closed in agony. Strings of melted flesh linked his lips - or at least where his lips had been. Servo-cutters, diamond-tipped drills and mono-saws cut away the smoking sections of his ruined Mark III plate. Each piece fell with a resounding crash, splattering blood and oil across the pristine white floor. His flesh had fused with his [[armour]], and he thrashed and mewled as it was shorn away, peeled from him like the exoskeleton of a beetle exposing yet more mutilation beneath. Hot vapours rose from the exposed, bloody ruin, stinking of acidic chemical fire and cooked meat.{{Fn|1}}
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Talgron left Terra shortly after, commanding the 34th Company in the [[Shadow Crusade]] during the [[Horus Heresy]]. During the [[Percepton Campaign]] Talgron hunted down a team of [[Ultramarines]] that had retreated to an underground bunker but was too late to prevent them from triggering a bombardment of [[phosphex bombs]] that burned away all life on the planet. His flesh melting into his armour, Talgron was rescued from the surface and died 8 times on the [[Apothecary|apothecary's]] slab. However the rites he had performed with [[Jarulek]] two solar years earlier that had transformed [[Volkhar Wreth]] into a [[Daemonhost]], allowed Talgron to incomprehensibly survive death by seizing the Warp-afflicted heart of Wreth in the aether. He Writhed on the [[apothecarion]]'s slab. Skinless, raw and bleeding, he more closely resembled one of the Dwellers Beyond than anything of human birth. His flesh had run like wax, giving it a wet, glossy-slick appearance. His features had melted and blurred together, making it look as though he wore a grotesque cult mask. His eye sockets were tortured red pits, burned tear trails all that remained of his liquefied eyeballs, and what was left of his mouth opened and closed in agony. Strings of melted flesh linked his lips - or at least where his lips had been. Servo-cutters, diamond-tipped drills and mono-saws cut away the smoking sections of his ruined Mark III plate. Each piece fell with a resounding crash, splattering blood and oil across the pristine white floor. His flesh had fused with his [[armour]], and he thrashed and mewled as it was shorn away, peeled from him like the exoskeleton of a beetle exposing yet more mutilation beneath. Hot vapours rose from the exposed, bloody ruin, stinking of acidic chemical fire and cooked meat.{{Fn|1}}
  
 
He saw what was left of his arms and legs hacked from his torso, his limbs having suffered too much trauma and damage from the phosphex flames. There was nothing left to salvage. His hearts were melted, useless things, and they were replaced with synthetic modules that whirred and clicked. His lungs were gone. A humming machine was doing his breathing for him. They had not interred him within the sarcophagus of a [[Dreadnought]] as he asked them not to. Instead they built a new body for him, one of bionics, pistons, gears and synthetic organs. Almost nothing remained of his former self. His face was a tortured horror of mutilated flesh and malformed scar tissue. They wanted to gift him a new one. Vat-grown synth-flesh, cultured muscle tissue and harvested living bone. He had laughed at the suggestion. His eyes had been replaced, however with a pair of black orbs, eyes manufactured by adepts of the [[Mechanicum]] and enhanced by his own prayers, exhortations and dark blessings. Attuned to the [[warp]] and its variances, they gave him a unique perspective that he found pleasing. He was taller than he had been in the first incarnation of his life, that empty existence he'd experienced before he had come to his faith. There was no way of separating where his armour and flesh became one. The [[Book of Lorgar]] was affixed to his breastplate, open to display litanies and catechisms of defilement. At his hip hung his helmet, newly fashioned in the likeness of a leering skull. He had become a [[Dark Apostle]].{{Fn|1}}
 
He saw what was left of his arms and legs hacked from his torso, his limbs having suffered too much trauma and damage from the phosphex flames. There was nothing left to salvage. His hearts were melted, useless things, and they were replaced with synthetic modules that whirred and clicked. His lungs were gone. A humming machine was doing his breathing for him. They had not interred him within the sarcophagus of a [[Dreadnought]] as he asked them not to. Instead they built a new body for him, one of bionics, pistons, gears and synthetic organs. Almost nothing remained of his former self. His face was a tortured horror of mutilated flesh and malformed scar tissue. They wanted to gift him a new one. Vat-grown synth-flesh, cultured muscle tissue and harvested living bone. He had laughed at the suggestion. His eyes had been replaced, however with a pair of black orbs, eyes manufactured by adepts of the [[Mechanicum]] and enhanced by his own prayers, exhortations and dark blessings. Attuned to the [[warp]] and its variances, they gave him a unique perspective that he found pleasing. He was taller than he had been in the first incarnation of his life, that empty existence he'd experienced before he had come to his faith. There was no way of separating where his armour and flesh became one. The [[Book of Lorgar]] was affixed to his breastplate, open to display litanies and catechisms of defilement. At his hip hung his helmet, newly fashioned in the likeness of a leering skull. He had become a [[Dark Apostle]].{{Fn|1}}

Revision as of 03:34, 11 April 2019

Sor Talgron in the original colors of the Word Bearers
Sor Talgron in the heretical colors of the Word Bearers

Sor Talgron, later known as The Warmonger, was a member of the Word Bearers Chaos Space Marine Legion.[1]

Early History

Born among the lower castes of Colchis, Sor Talgron was inducted into the Word Bearers Legion at some point during the Great Crusade. His mentor, Volkhar Wreth, predicted that he would rise far within the legion and was proven right when Talgron was elevated to Captaincy of the 34th Company. Talgron was present when his legion was humiliated for their worship of the Emperor at Monarchia, and although not particularly devout, especially by Word Bearer standards, he carried the shame of that moment for many years afterwards.[1]

During the Great Crusade as part of the Perpetual Spiral Chapter Talgron participated in the war against the inhabitants of Forty-Seven Sixteen despite advocating for their re-education rather than destruction and was one of the first marines to reach their central citadel, where he was horrified to discover that the people of the planet worshiped the Emperor and that the war against them had been a mistake. Alerting legion command, he was further confused when Lorgar, Erebus and Kor Phaeron ordered the people massacred, unaware that his legion's commanders had secretly turned against the Emperor. Despite his confusion his faith in Lorgar proved strong enough for him to accept the event and he joined his superiors in betrayal.[2]

Shortly after, Talgron and the 34th Company were dispatched to Terra, ostensibly to maintain a Word Bearers presence in the Sol system and assure the Emperor of Lorgar's loyalty but in truth to covertly pave the way for the eventual invasion. When news reached Terra that Horus had betrayed the Imperium Rogal Dorn summoned Talgron to the palace and ordered him and his garrison to join the rest of the Seventeenth Legion in mustering for the loyalist counter-attack at Isstvan V. Dorn also released Talgron's old mentor Volkhar Wreth, who was serving on Terra as the only Word Bearer representative in the Crusader Host, into his custody. Before leaving the palace Talgron lured Wreth into an ambush and along with Dark Apostle Jarulek converted him into a living conduit that would allow daemons to breach the palace when the time of the invasion came.[1]

Talgron left Terra shortly after, commanding the 34th Company in the Shadow Crusade during the Horus Heresy. During the Percepton Campaign Talgron hunted down a team of Ultramarines that had retreated to an underground bunker but was too late to prevent them from triggering a bombardment of phosphex bombs that burned away all life on the planet. His flesh melting into his armour, Talgron was rescued from the surface and died 8 times on the apothecary's slab. However the rites he had performed with Jarulek two solar years earlier that had transformed Volkhar Wreth into a Daemonhost, allowed Talgron to incomprehensibly survive death by seizing the Warp-afflicted heart of Wreth in the aether. He Writhed on the apothecarion's slab. Skinless, raw and bleeding, he more closely resembled one of the Dwellers Beyond than anything of human birth. His flesh had run like wax, giving it a wet, glossy-slick appearance. His features had melted and blurred together, making it look as though he wore a grotesque cult mask. His eye sockets were tortured red pits, burned tear trails all that remained of his liquefied eyeballs, and what was left of his mouth opened and closed in agony. Strings of melted flesh linked his lips - or at least where his lips had been. Servo-cutters, diamond-tipped drills and mono-saws cut away the smoking sections of his ruined Mark III plate. Each piece fell with a resounding crash, splattering blood and oil across the pristine white floor. His flesh had fused with his armour, and he thrashed and mewled as it was shorn away, peeled from him like the exoskeleton of a beetle exposing yet more mutilation beneath. Hot vapours rose from the exposed, bloody ruin, stinking of acidic chemical fire and cooked meat.[1]

He saw what was left of his arms and legs hacked from his torso, his limbs having suffered too much trauma and damage from the phosphex flames. There was nothing left to salvage. His hearts were melted, useless things, and they were replaced with synthetic modules that whirred and clicked. His lungs were gone. A humming machine was doing his breathing for him. They had not interred him within the sarcophagus of a Dreadnought as he asked them not to. Instead they built a new body for him, one of bionics, pistons, gears and synthetic organs. Almost nothing remained of his former self. His face was a tortured horror of mutilated flesh and malformed scar tissue. They wanted to gift him a new one. Vat-grown synth-flesh, cultured muscle tissue and harvested living bone. He had laughed at the suggestion. His eyes had been replaced, however with a pair of black orbs, eyes manufactured by adepts of the Mechanicum and enhanced by his own prayers, exhortations and dark blessings. Attuned to the warp and its variances, they gave him a unique perspective that he found pleasing. He was taller than he had been in the first incarnation of his life, that empty existence he'd experienced before he had come to his faith. There was no way of separating where his armour and flesh became one. The Book of Lorgar was affixed to his breastplate, open to display litanies and catechisms of defilement. At his hip hung his helmet, newly fashioned in the likeness of a leering skull. He had become a Dark Apostle.[1]

Talgron was badly wounded once more during the Battle of Terra and subsequently had his remains entombed in a Dreadnought.

Later History

After the Heresy Talgron became a feared Chaos Dreadnought known as The Warmonger. Due to his formidable mental power, he was the only Dreadnought on the Word Bearer's ship Infidus Diablous who retained some of his sanity, though he often remembered the Siege of Terra while in the heat of battle. He was killed during the Battle for Boros Prime when he attempted to kill the Undying One, the Necron Lord's death explosion finally ending his life. His shell was later inhabited by Burias Drak'Shal.[3][4]

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