A Redefinition Of Success

I want to write my book, because I want to. I like the story and I want to see how it plays out. For a while though I haven’t been thinking of it that way. I’ve seen it as a mission. Get the book written, published, sell it well using every marketing trick you can think of, keep writing, publishing and marketing.

Become a worldwide best seller, pay back my parents for the financial burden I’ve been. Keep writing. Pay off my debts. Keep writing. Buy a big house/ community that any of my friends and family are welcome to live in with me. Keep writing. Make sure my sisters girls are set for life. Keep writing until I die rich, successful and leaving a great legacy to my family and the world.

It occurs to me though, that by trying so hard to reach this goal, I’m risking missing out. I have friends, family, and great experiences available to me. If I don’t take advantage of them now, I may regret it. I need to stop and smell the roses.

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Of course it could also be argued that I’m researching. That spending time with people and having some experiences will make me a better writer. It has already provided some great inspiration. I have a good imagination, but if I can inject a little flavour of real-life experiences into the narrative, it should it more relatable and believable.

Having said that, the way some people talk in real life would be very hard to believe or even follow in a story. It would be thought of as bad writing. For example, a common greeting I here is “Yerite?” which is derived from “Are you alright?” and is often met with “Yerite?” in return, when logic would suggest that the correct response is “I’m well thank you, and how are you?”

In addition to trying so hard to reach a better future that I can miss what’s going on today, I also have a tendency to overthink things. I think both of these traits have caused major problems with my love life. I put too much thought into love, what it means to be with someone, making plans for the future and trying to reconcile them with the plan to become a rich and famous author.

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A girl with an amazing smile

Would this girl as my future life-partner be able to support my goals or will they undermine them in some desperate bid for attention because I’m busy working on our future all the time? And what if I fail? Not through any fault of theirs, but because I lack the skill to pull it off. I would expect her to be justifiably disappointed and resentful.

What if I spend my entire life writing and forget to actually live? For one, my writing would be rubbish. I’ll have failed to become a writer and wasted my life. I’m not going to quit my writing either. I may not succeed in leaving a lasting legacy, and I don’t have too. We only get one life and we may aswell enjoy it. I like writing. I like spending time with friends. I like playing Warhammer 40k. I like naked fun. I need to learn to take pleasure in all of it without putting too much pressure on myself to build it up into something huge and stressful.

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Slaanesh. Where Warhammer and naked fun collide!

So that’s what I’ve decided I’m working on. Leading a successful life. Not measured in how much work I did, or how much I sold, or how much money I make, or how much stuff I acquire. A success based on how much I lived. How much experience I’ve gained. How good it felt to be living it. With no pressure to make it better, or plan out how it’s supposed to go.  Doing so only leads to me predicting that things will go horribly wrong, and me to telling myself “I told you so” when it does.

No more nagging myself. I will do fun stuff for fun, not to make it part of some intense overthought desperate plan to make my future, and the future of my nieces, better. I’m beating myself with guilt because I’ve been spending a lot of time with people instead of being holed up in my room writing all day. That’s crazy!

Do you know what else I’ve noticed about me? At some point I always get sick of being told what to do. Apparently this still applies when I’m the one telling me what to do. 🙂

Do you think lightening up about the writing is the right move? Or am I being selfish, and using this as an excuse to procrastinate and slowly give up? Or am I overthinking again and I should just shut up and allow myself to have fun?

The Branchpoint Series

I’m feeling creative, but unable to focus. So I’m currently playing with some minis I bought (yes I’m getting back into 40k. I knew I wouldn’t be able to kick the habit for long!) and writing this blog entry. Not at the same time of course. I write a bit, carve at plastic model body parts a bit, write a bit more, file off some mould lines, etc.

You may recall that I had been trying to decide whether or not to continue writing Hermes925 as it is, or re-draft the entire story with an additional character included. Talking to William today (one of my co-admins and contributors at Games and Geekery) reminded me of an old idea  I had thought about writing multiple versions of the book, each with a slightly different plot. The point in the narrative where on story differed from another was going to be called the Branchpoint.

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The original idea was going to be slightly grander in scope. I would release the multiple versions of the book all at once, not mentioning to the public that there were different editions available. Wait a while. Perhaps a few months, and if it hasn’t begun to spread already, release a rumor via a fake profile (an anonymous tip if you will) that there’s more than one version of the story. “My friend and I both read Hermes925 by Antony M. Copeland, but we can’t seem to agree on how it ends. Has anyone else read it?”. Wait a bit longer and poke again, to see if people catch on that it’s a series of parallel stories and not one book.

One version was going to told from Psy-Man’s perspective. Another was going to have Jaime fall for a different crewmember. A loyal and kind woman with no interest in Psy-man, and (*SPOILERS*) when the time came for him to die on the ship, he’s not alone. His beloved is there with him. Or perhaps I’ll keep them alive and incorporate this old idea with one of my new ones. I was even going to write a version in which Jaime beats Psy-Man in the dual at the bar.

William suggested I continue the numeric ‘wordplay’ in the title and write a Hermes911. Hermes925 is meant to be the product number of the AI on board, but it’s also a play on ‘9 to 5’ since the crew of the Hermes spacecraft can all work an 8 hour shift with a lunchbreak. Unlike traditional space explorers.

Hermes911 would begin at the branchpoint. The portal gate remains open, Jaime falls in love with a different crewmember, and the colony is successful. Many years later we get to follow a group of individuals who have taken on the job of maintaining order and security in the colony. Some of whom commute via the expanded portal gate system. A sort of bi-planetary police force. Then the gateway collapses and the gateway falls out of the sky and crashes into the city. The security force has to help calm a surviving population that is now cut off from earth and the N•Viron system.

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So I’m also going to write a version in which Jaime wasn’t ever using a journal. He was talking to his friend Rook, or to other characters in Jaime’s life. THis will be an expanded and more detailed look at what it’s like to live in a society in which the N•Viron has become such a vital part of it. We’ll get to see Jaime’s world, watch him play games and vote on sentencing for publically arrested criminals. We’ll experience his life first hand, instead of piecing it together from his journal entries. This one will be Hermes360.

Will also helped me come up with Hermes666. A version in which the portal gate malfunctions and opens a doorway to a nightmarish hell-like parallel universe. I’m think that if the crew aboard the Hermes went through the gateway, they would find themselves on parallel hell-earth. When the crew on earth try to begin their shift they find themselves on the Hades!

William also though of a version called Hermes247 would follow a detailed week in the life of a crewman on board the Hermes craft (though now I think of it Hermes 360 would probably cover this).

I, in turn, thought of Hermes008. The colonisation succeeds, just as it does in Hermes911, but then the rat-infested Hermes925 arrives. It may even knock the larger portal gate out of orbit, causing the death, destruction and disconnection from Earth and the N•Viron system, drawing another parallel with Hermes911.

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It occurred to me that I could also pay homage to my beloved Warhammer with an alternative version called Hermes40k in which the crashed portal gate opens up a portal to the demonworld of Hermes666.

I could pay homage to StarWars with Hermes3PO. The nymph technology is everywhere. Users can control them via their N•Viron with gesture commands, but otherwise they go about their business keeping the streets clean (each of them containers a nano-reclaimer). The presence of clouds of Nymphs allows people to perform acts as if they were telekinetic.

A version told like a cutesy children’s story called Hermes123 could be fun too. Especially if it’s illustrated. I’m also toying with the idea that the reason why the crew were picked was because they’ve all been sentenced to transportation (like I talked about in ‘Let’s Make Some Martians‘.

It wasn’t just the “shall I keep writing or reboot” debate that was keeping me from continuing the Hermes 925 plot though. It was the fact that I wasn’t sure what was actually going to happen next. Once more real-life has blessed me with the inspiration. I’m going to fictionalise it of course, and change real events so that they fit better with the narrative. This is going to be fun.

I’ve also, as I mentioned either, begun the process of rebuilding my Warhammer 40k “Golden Sons” chapter of Space Marines. Brothers from that were thought lost to the warp or killed in action by their own chapter and the Imperium, fighting for survival and the glory of the Emperor, and to give other lost and forgotten marines a chance to redeem their failure. Space Marines that are all being fooled by an inner circle of Chaos worshippers.

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A Golden Sons Chaplain  wearing some of the trophies he has collected fighting against chaos. A purified and blessed of course.

I bought the Kill Team set, as well as a box of Chaos Space Marines to do some conversions, and a Chaplain (Chaos Sorceror) to lead them my new kill team. I might even use the rules for a Word Bearer’s Dark Chaplain. Maybe I should wait until I’ve re-acquired the Chaos Codex to actually start kitting them out the models with equipment. Or I can built them pretty and make the rules fit the models :).

Hopefully by keeping myself busy with work, writing and hobbies I can prevent myself from getting infatuated with someone else and avoid leaving myself open to heartache and pain again. At least for a while.

Comments are always welcome. Have a good day 🙂

 

How Now 

Life continues to provide inspiration for Hermes925. I had intended to keep Jaime’s affection for the girl on the team unrequited, but I think instead it’ll be a short intense relationship that ends when Jaime discovers that she’s dating Psy-Man also.

It’ll be a better foundation for the awkwardness and enmity that comes later. Not just that he got the girl instead, but that the girl had them both and chose Psy-Man. Theoretically Jaime could have maintained the relationship, or fought harder to keep her. Instead he gives her up and hates Psy-Man for it.

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In the real world, I’ve learned my lesson. It was fun while it lasted. I won’t be obsessing over her like Jaime is going obsess over Helena.

I just realised two of the character’s love interests have almost the same name. Helen that worked in the coffee shop and Helena the fellow Hermes crewmember. I’ll fix it in the rewrite to avoid confusion. Maybe change the one he’s going to be aboard the Hermes vessel with will to Lana or something similar.

I’m very excited about my trial shift at the Brown Cow Inn tonight. The Interview this morning went well, and I’ve been asked to come back at 5pm for a trial shift.I needed more black collared shirts though, I also needed to top-up my phone. So I used my last £65 to get a bus to Barrow town centre, bought all 4 of the black £7 shirts with a 7 1/2 inch collar from Tesco, and enough credit to get unlimited data for another month.

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I’m out of money, but it won’t be a problem for long. I intend to impress my new employers this evening. I’ve worked in a bar before. I thrived during the chaos of a busy weekend. 3 people behind the bar, each taking multiple orders and only one till. It was crazy but it was fun.

I don’t expect it to be as busy as The Kings was back in the day, but I also expect to have to learn their systems and habits pretty quickly so that I’m helping and not just getting in the way. I’m sure I’ll get back into the swing of it in no time.

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I’ve eaten there myself before, a couple of times. Once before I left for the US, and another when I came back to visit. I’ve always liked the atmosphere of the place, and the food of course. I’m looking forward to working there. I’ll try not to get myself too invested though, there’s no need to set myself up for disappointment.

I have an idea for a Games and Geekery article I hope you’ll like, especially those of you who play Warhammer 40k. If I don’t get it done when I get back from my first shift, then I’ll work on it tomorrow. Keep an eye out for it 😉

Have a great day 🙂

Inquisitor: Martyr ‘Blood & Gore’ Trailer

For those who’ve followed my blogging career since the days of ‘Don’t Hate The Geek’, you may recognise this game. If not here’s some links for you back to the original post and the update regarding destructible environments. Feel free to browse round the page a bit if you like and give them a follow. They’re good people.

For those of you still here, Warhammer 40k has been a love of mine since I was a teenager,with roots going back even earlier. Back then I only played the tabletop battle game. I collected hordes of miniatures, painted them up (though not as many as I should have) and fought epic battles versus superhuman Space Marines and alien Eldar. It’s lots fun.

I don’t have the miniatures anymore, but I still have a deep and abiding love for the lore and fluff of the Warhammer 40k universe and I get ridiculously excited when I see video games that put the grim dark imagery of the tabletop game into a playable environment. Inquisitor: Martyr is doing a particularly great job of this. Warhammer 40k players might even recognise the faithful reproduction of the Hellbrute miniature in the video above. As well as the gothic architecture and dark atmosphere we’ve seen in the artwork of the rulebook and your favoured army’s codex.

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Inquisitor: Martyr focuses on a particularly shadowy part of the Imperium. The Inquisitors are charged with investigating rumours of corruption within the Imperium, and eliminating it by any means necessary. Imagine a secret agent crossed with Nazi Gestapo and the Spanish Inquisition, that also has a fanatical devotion to his God-Emperor. These men and women are brutal protectors of humanity. In this game you are one of them, and you’ve stumbled upon a particularly virulent nest of Chaos worshippers.

Followers of the Chaos Gods were once loyal innocent citizens of the Imperium lured away by false promises of power. This is exactly the sort of corruption the Inquisition are supposed to prevent. You have the perfect excuse to use your influence and resources to acquire all manner of grim futuristic weaponry to blast the foul minions of Chaos to bloody bits!

It’s not just a standard shoot ’em up though, it’s an action-rpg! You’re not just stuck on a set path, you can explore the open sandbox environment as you see fit. If you’d like to know more, you can visit the developer’s website. I’m sure you’ll hear more from me on the subject too whenever another video comes out! If you prefer the idea of playing the tabletop version of Warhammer 40k, go to Games Workshop’s website and drool over all the pretty miniatures.

In the grim darkness of the far future…there is only war.

Have a great day! 🙂

 

Gods Dammit Dad!

I had another great day with my Dad. We had to go back to Kidwelly to get some measurements we missed last time we went to (what will soon be) my parents new home. We decided to come through Carmarthen on the way back to see if I could grab an unlocked phone from a good price from their Game store. We reasoned that it would have a bigger store and a better selection, since it’s a bigger city.

The Kidwelly mission went well, in fact it went much better than we expected. Stuart from Extreme Tree Services was already at the house cutting back the overgrown vegetation. Dad got a chance to go over some of what they wanted done, which was lucky because we had no idea that they were going to be there! The house is getting fixed up for us by the Church in Wales, since Dad is moving to Kidwelly to minister at St. Mary’s (and I think he’ll be in charge of a few others also). They arranged for Stuart to come this week. It was just luck or divine providence that had us show up while they were there. We even found out that, hidden among the overgrown trees was a plastic playhouse for the kids!

We popped into Burn’s Farm Shop on the way out of town. Dad needed his coffee levels restored. You may recall me describing their amazing playground and cafe in a previous article. Follow the ‘last time’ link above if you don’t. 🙂 As I waiting for Dad to order his coffee. A waitress looked up at me and smiled. She did so again later when she came to our table with Dad’s order. She’s a cute little redhead. Dad noticed the smile.

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I’m 36 and living with my parents. I have no job, and no money until my writing career takes off. To make my writing career take off I need to spend time, everyday, working on my writing and developing my stories. In the short term I need to start writing short stories and getting them out to magazines that will pay me for them. I don’t have time, or even have anything to offer, for a romantic relationship right now.

If Dad had said nothing, I might have been able to forget that smile, that giggle in response to a throwaway line that wasn’t really funny. When Dad hints, he doesn’t just make one subtle comment. He stacks them up. Layer upon layer of subtle comments until he’s sure you get it, and then adds a couple more to be sure. Dammit Dad! It was a really cute smile though. I know we didn’t see her there last time. I don’t know her name. I need to stop thinking about her.

The rest of the day went well. I got myself a handset for the sim Mum is going to order. It’s an LG G4 Stylus. Still had all the factory stickers on it. Once I get the sim card I’ll have an awesome and fully functioning phone! I also got a new pair of clippers to replace the American ones that went pop when I last tried to use them.

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We even visited the local Games Workshop store where Mike (or is it Mark? Sorry!) and I had a good little talk about the possibility of rebuilding my Golden Sons Space Marine army. I had to sell them off to buy my plane ticket home. He even suggested I write for the Black Library (Games Workshop’s publishing house), which would be freaking awesome!

I’m really looking forward to the move to Kidwelly. I’ll be just a short train ride from Carmarthen so that I can mix it up with my fellow Warhammer geeks, perhaps get a few of them to follow my blog! We’ll be just around the corner from the Farm Shop though too. Trying to find the cute waitress again would be a terrible idea. I’ll just have to avoid the place to prevent myself from doing anything foolish. Especially since I won’t be there that long.

Dad wants to watch a movie together, and then I have to get working on a short story. Should I do the War on Magic? Throw some of my City of Gate chronicles together? Or should I write out the hold-up scene for The Lord Highwayman as a stand-alone short story? I could even do something Church of Daemonism related. What do you think?

If you make any comments regarding the redhead, please just tell me she has a boyfriend so I can drop it and move on. I have writing to do!

 

This is Serious!

Last night, before going to bed I pulled out all the notebooks I brought with me. I had a quick glance through at some of my older ideas for 9 to 5 Spaceman (which has since become Hermes 925), Charlie (a story about a little girl with a monstrous pet killer), and even my old Warhammer 40k notes. I decided that I would begin working through them today and seeing what my be useful for my current stories.

At about 4am I woke up from a dream about a spacecraft that flies within a protective force-field. I remember thinking I could make it a sci-fi retelling of Peter-Pan, and the ship would be pan-galactic. I woke up realising several things. That the force field I was thinking of was similar to the Geller fields that keep the massive space vessels in the Warhammer 40,000 universe safe from the warp, that it was also similar to the shields in Star Trek, and that I’m not working on my fiction enough.

I stopped writing for Don’t Hate the Geek because I was spending all my writing time writing for them, and leaving myself no time to work on my own ideas. Now I’ve only myself to blame. So I’m going to try a new resolution. It’s not enough for me to just write everyday. Especially since this website will be my only source of income for the time being. I need to work on my stories every day too. With that in mind I’m setting myself a challenge, and I hope you, my friends, family and followers, will hold me too it.

I am going to work on my stories every day. You’ll still get a daily blog article too, but you should also see a new entry for Hermes 925 or City of Gate: Chronicles, or even a new story everyday. If you don’t see one, pester me to write one!

This new resolution may have something to do with the talented craft of Nine Finger Jo I saw at the Pontgarreg Festival yesterday. Her papercraft wall art and greeting cards were amazing. I’ve dabbled in papercraft myself and I know how tricky it is to get the fine detail and precision that her work demands.

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This was my favourite piece of wall art by Nine Finger Jo. The red is a separate piece of card that floats above the background.

I had a great talk with her husband Jerry, who had a wide variety of styles and themes on display for sale at the festival, including Celtic designs, Star Wars, Dr Who, Harry Potter, 70’s retro sci-fi rockets and some sports stuff too. I was a little embarrassed that I had so comparatively little to show for my own craft. Check out Nine Finger Jo on Facebook and Etsy. Jerry tells me they’ll ship to the US too.

I also met Ros Price-Jones who makes jewellery and paintings. She had some very pretty pieces, but she’s trying to cut back on the jewellery and focus on the art. It’s a shame that I don’t see any examples of her painting on the website so you can see them for yourself. I didn’t think to take pictures. She doesn’t ship to the US though, so if you like something she makes, let me know. I’ll order it for you and send it to you. 🙂

On my way to the Pontgarreg Festival I took some pictures of the village. I added a few of these to my Instagram page, but I found the ability to upload only one picture at a time tedious and annoying. So here’s a pic-dump including all the shots that didn’t make it to Instagram.

Maybe I’m being too hard on myself. After all, this is only my second day of my fresh start in the UK. My body hasn’t even gotten over the jetlag yet. I’m impatient to start my new life, to be able to help out both my family here in the UK, and my friends still struggling to get by in the US. I received a reminder that the utility bill for the apartment I just moved out of is due soon. I should probably just have Jitters, my former roommate, switch it into his own name. This was supposed to be a clean break, leaving the US behind and moving back to the UK, but he’s already doing so much for me by looking after Scotty. I feel guilty asking him to do this too.

Whatever the reason, my success as a writer is not optional, it’s mandatory. I need to do everything in my power to ensure my success. Writing one article per day and neglecting my stories, telling myself “I’ve done my writing for the day” isn’t going to cut it. I’m not going to get published that way. I’m not even going to get sponsorship that way. This is my only job now. I need to show my commitment to it. How will anyone else take it seriously, unless I do?

Today I will go through my old notes. Plan articles for some of the better ideas. Make myself write some more Hermes 925. I may even look into some of the Google business tools if there’s time.

As usual, your comments and questions are appreciated.

The Golden Suns – updated

Update – Sorry guys, the miniatures are now sold, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the article! 🙂

I’m trying to sell my Warhammer 40k armies today. Iron Warriors, and another Chaos Space Marine army I called the Golden Sons. I heard from someone earlier in the week who seemed interested, but now I can’t get a hold of him.

Anyone else want them? I’m throwing in my bitz box, modelling tools, green stuff, codices, rulebooks and any other 40k related items I have. It all has to go, before I leave the country on Thursday 7/21/16. This doesn’t give me a long time, so I’ll take almost any reasonable offer at this point.

Everything written below this line was first published in the article “Going, Going, Gone!

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It may not surprise you to learn that I put a lot of time and effort creating a backstory for my Golden Sons (Chaos) Space Marines. It began back when I was in college, when my friend Ash and I would play Inquisitor. My warband consisted of Inquisitor Rath, Techpriest Zeophyle, bipedal gunbot called Tank, Brother Martyn of the Black Eagles chapter and Talon, his mutant birdman friend.

Inquisitor Rath was a radical. He saw heresy and treachery everywhere he looked, and he began to observe patterns in the sequence of traitorous behavior in his particular region of space. He studied this pattern and began visiting planets he suspected would be the next to succumb to the touch of chaos. He quashed several rebellions, insurrections, cults, conspiracies and covens, but despite his efforts the infection seemed to be spreading. He needed an army.

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Classic and modern Warhammer 40k roleplay rules.

He consulted a tech-priest he’d been holding in custody, suspected of chaos worship. He’d long concluded that Tech-priest Xeophyle was not corrupted, just so devoted to the machine god that humans were just variables and test subjects to him. Zeophyle happened to know a Rogue Trader that could get a hold of some geneseed. The Rogue Trader actually had quite the selection, and Rath confiscated all of it and then charged Zeophyle with creating a new chapter of Space Marines. The Black Eagles. Their black and white armor meant to honor the light of the Emperor and the funereal darkness of mourning his loss.

Martyn was the first to survive the process. A zealous young man who believed as Rath did, that there was a network of traitors and heretics working together to undermine the Imperium from within. More Space Marines were made from a cocktail of Martyn’s dna and extracts from several geneseed samples. All loving spliced together under Techpriest Zeophyle’s supervision by his growing pool of bots and servitors.

The new Black Eagles chapter begin delivering blitzkrieg assaults on planets suspected of potential heresy. Other members of the Inquisition got wind of this and called Rath to the conclave. Rath saw this as his opportunity to show his accomplishments to his fellow Inquisitors, and had Brother Martyn and Techpriest Xeophyle accompany him. He was surprised when the conclave interrupted his manic explanation of the algorithm that can track and map and predict the spread of heresy, and were branded witches and traitors themselves. The three of them managed to escape because the rest of the chapter had tracked the pattern to the conclave itself, and warp jumped directly into orbit, initiating the first wave of the assault as it materialised.

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Inquisitor Gruendvald. Not appearing in this story.

The battle was intense. The battle-barge of the Black Eagles limped into the warp, barely intact, and seemed to explode as it entered the rift in space. Rath, Martyn and Xeophyle managed to get away during the conflict in a smaller Imperial vessel, accompanied by Talon, the mutant that helped them escape. The Inquisitor continued his mission, most worlds never realised he was rogue, excommunicate traitoris, a fugitive from the Imperial Inquisition. Thanks to the techpriest his Inquisitorial seal always passed any scans.

Meanwhile the surviving battle brothers had crashed on a world in warp space. The Black Eagles were concerned that they had landed on a daemon world, but to their surprise they found an Imperial Fortress Monastery, occupied by the Golden Sons. These Space Marines wore armor or pure white with a golden trim. They had been garrisoned here since before the Horus Heresy and claimed to be one of the unrecorded first founding legions. Their existence scrubbed out of history for necessity’s sake.

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Not the Golden Sons’ Fortress Monastery. This one belongs to the Black Dragons.

Only a few hundred of them remained due to centuries of war against bands of Chaos Space Marines, wild marauders, daemons, and various other monstrosities. Even their beloved Primarch was lost. The Black Eagles joined their ranks, submitting to a test of purity and piety before they were allowed to, and the Golden Sons helped them repair their battlebarge.

Soon the Golden Sons were raiding chaos strongholds both within the warp and without. Saving loyal marines that had been captured, left for dead, or pressed into service by terrifying chaos-warped masters. These rescued space marines were subject to the same tests of purity and piety that the Black Eagles had done, and those that survived joined the Golden Sons. They even rescued Martyn, Zeophyle and Talon from the clutches of the corrupt Inquisition. Rath did not make it.

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A Battle-barge

Wargear was also seized, cleansed, blessed, salvaged and made serviceable by the joint efforts of the Golden Son’s Chaplain and Techmarine Zeophyle. With help from the Apothecary-Librarian, Zeophyle had devised a way to ensure he’d survive the process of becoming a Space Marine.

Martyn and Talon began leading the strike forces. When the two of them began to grow larger, many were concerned that chaos had corrupted them both, but after heavy interrogation they were found to be free of corruption. In fact Martyn had developed the ability to burn the touch of Chaos from artifacts and people. The people rarely survived, but it was still considered a miracle, and a blessing bestowed upon him by the Emperor of mankind.

The majority of the Golden Sons still believe they are doing the Emperor’s will. The inner circle think this is hilarious.

So that’s the fluff. And now here’s a slideshow of some of my favorite conversions for the Golden Sons army, and some other random minis. Not pictured are the Helbrutes, Heldrake, separate army of Iron Warriors and my bitz box! It’s all got to go. I’d like $200, I’d settle for less. If you see anything you like, contact me and make me an offer.Email: copeland.tony@gmail.com.Facebook: www.facebook.com/copeland.tony. Text: 608-304-4157.

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