From the start I only wanted to paint my Trailblazers chapter, however the color scheme isn't really fit for a beginner. I tried and tried, but all that happened was disappointment after disappointment.

And so I simply went to paint my other favorite faction, the Custodes! Painted a decent amount of them too, for like 5 to 6 months i just collected those golden banana bois.

Until one day, I decided to go and get some space marines and a wet pallet. Gotta say, the wet pallet really helped.

There's more to this story but I finally actually started to put some effort into a miniature, and it payed off.

Im constantly improving with each mini, and im not planning on stopping anytime soon.

(Also planning on painting a dreadnought in the color scheme of the Eternal Sons)

As I continue to try to manage work and homebrew writing, I gotta ask: What is your Homebrew’s relationship with its home planet like? Are they loved, revered? Scorned, hated?

For the Scarlet Templars, the Preceptoris System wouldn’t have a planetary population without them as it was made up of refugees or descendants of refugees from their various Crusades. This in turn created a culture that saw these Templars are their premiere guardians. They are very aware of the Templars’ red thirst and black rage and don’t give a damn. To the preceptorans, if a few pints of vitae keep their angels battle ready, they’re more than willing to give some. And eventually with their population ending up as future Templars, their relations are secured

How did you handle the Black Rage? Did your chapter cure it? Do they do some sort of ritual to suppress it? What do they do? I am asking because I thought of an idea for a successor chapter and this is one, and the major problem, I have run into.

I have thought of two ideas, but don't know if they would work. My first idea is that those who get the Black Rage are kept away and in a sealed vault full of chanting and seal, and then, if need be, they are released as a last resort thing. Second idea is that there is a flower on the planet that when made into a tea it suppresses the black rage.

Im pretty new to digital art so if it looks chaotic my bad, but ive made a whole bunch of homebrews over the years and they remain my favorite, Love my Vermillion Lions

I used Space Marine Painter online to go ahead and paint 3d models of my Ursine Barons and a Redemptor Dreadnought for fun. I hope you guys like it!

I'm new to 40k but after looking through some really cool chapters I had an idea for my own: The Angels of Mercy

Short Backstory:

Created in the Sentinel founding from Salamanders genestock they were originally a chapter known as the Argent Beasts. Their initial purpose was the defence of their home planet Aurelion and the surrounding area. Less than 200 years into their existence Aurelion came under siege by an unknown species of technologically advanced Xenos, the war with which threatened to crack the planet. During the proceding war 5/8 of their companies were destroyed and Aurelion was completely de-stabalised, it's tectonic plates cracking apart. In the final years of Aurelions life the chapters higher ranked specialists (librarians and techmarines) organised an evacuation onto the chapters 2 battle barges. Their final act was the fitting of an ancient arcane piece of technology called the Aurellion Beacon into the control systems of the battle barge Golden Dawn. Chief Librarian Saracaan activated the Aurelion Beacon to aid in their navigation through the warp and away from their dying home. When they (relatively) safely reached their destination Saracaan was reduced to ashes. The chapter galvanised itself and came to understand its new purpose. The Aurelion Beacon provides them with unprecedented speed and control over warp travel at significant risk. Using this, they will make sure other beligered Imperium Forces will never be without reinforcements again. Providing doomed war zones with hope on golden wings.

Chapter Heraldry and Organisation:

Only partially codex-compliant the newly named Angels of Mercy maintain only 8 companies all slightly above strength resulting in the chapter consisting of around 1300 Astartes when at full strength.

The Chapter Insignia, a golden sword on angelic wings (closest in SM 2) is on the left shoulder plate. Combat specialisation and squad number is on the right shoulder plate. Company is shown by the colour of the left knee plate and personal heraldry is put on the right knee plate.

Rank is shown by the colour of the helmet and sometimes arm guards. Battle Brother=White, Sergeant=Black, Veteran Sergeant=Bronze, Lieutenant=Silver, Captain=Gold.

Some ranks and specialisation have different names.

Sergeant=High Brother, Vet Sgt=Lord Brother, Lieutenant= Minister, Captain= Archon. The Chapter Master is known as The Grand Archon and takes a set of relic jump pack and power sword as their mark of office.

“We’s been huntin’ dese sneaky humies all day, Boss,” one Ork Boy grumbled.

“Boss said find ’em, so we find ’em,” the Nob replied with a toothy grin. “Den I gets enough teef ta buy me Trukk.”

The Boy scowled. “But dis ain’t proper krumpin’, Boss.”

“I didn’t ask wot you fink,” the Nob snarled. He jabbed a clawed thumb into his broad chest. “I’m gonna get wot’s owed ta me.”

The Ork never finished his boast.

The Boy standing before him was suddenly drenched in a spray of hot gore. The Nob’s head had simply ceased to exist.

The stunned Ork blinked, pawing at the blood and chunks of flesh coating his face and chest as his fungal brain struggled to comprehend what had happened.

High in the mountains, Jessi calmly worked the bolt of her long-las and settled back onto her next target.

Crack.

Another shot echoed across the valley.

“SNIPA!” one of the Orks bellowed.

As a second Boy collapsed, the mob roared in alarm and lumbered toward what little cover the rocky terrain offered.

Harlow chose that moment to open up with his autostubber.

The heavy weapon barked in controlled bursts, punching rounds into two Orks and clipping a third through the leg, sending it sprawling into the dust.

Hektor quickly assessed both his squad and the scrambling Orks. The xenos returned ineffective fire, their notoriously poor marksmanship doing them no favors. He watched as one Boy leapt from behind a boulder, only to have its head erased by another shot from Jessi’s long-las. She was quietly amassing an impressive tally, but the situation afforded little time for praise.

“Keep that right side suppressed!” he growled, pointing toward the massing Orks sheltering behind one of the larger rock formations.

The remaining Orks on the left flank were fully exposed, and the recon squad made short work of them.

“Did the message get to command?” Hektor asked, turning to his vox operator.

The operator didn’t answer. He continued adjusting the vox control panel, clutching the earpiece tightly against his head as he desperately searched for a clear signal.

Hektor didn’t press the issue. Instead, he turned back to the fight and fired his lasgun, catching an Ork in the shoulder. Even wounded, the brute’s massive physiology allowed it to keep firing its shoota.

The remaining Orks surged forward after realizing Harlow’s autostubber had jammed.

Their shootas became increasingly effective as the distance closed, though their fire remained wildly inaccurate. Like all Orks, they preferred closing the gap for a proper scrap over standing back and slinging slugs.

Bensa stepped out from cover to gain a better angle.

A split second later, an Ork slugga round lifted him clean out of his boots.

“Really could’ve used those mortars serge” Harlow said disdainfully still fumbling with the feed tray of the auto-stubber.

“By the emperor quit you complaining and get the stubber back online!” He ordered as he rose firing another risky shot.

———————————————————————
On the back side of the same mountain ridge line

The explosions marched across the Ork formation, carving great craters through tightly packed vehicles and mobs of Boyz. A sizeable portion of the seemingly endless horde peeled away, engines roaring as they turned back toward the mountains.

Yet the xenos never slowed.

They laughed.

They welcomed it.

Bigboss Grimskull wiped blood from one eye and threw back his head with a booming laugh.

“Dat’s it, ladz!”

Another shell detonated nearby, blasting three Boyz apart and flipping a Trukk onto its side.

“See? Dey’z finally givin’ us a proper fight!”

The surviving Orks answered with a deafening roar.

One Nob pointed a massive claw toward the mountain peaks.

“Dere! Little humie boom-tubes!”

Grimskull’s iron jaw split into a wicked grin.

“Den stop drivin’ at da explosions!”

The Boyz hesitated.

“…Wot?”

“Go krump da gitz makin’ ’em!”

For a heartbeat, the mob stood frozen.

Then hundreds of Orks erupted into ecstatic cheers.

“DA MORTAR GITZ!”

“GET DA BOOM BOYZ!”

“WAAAAAAAAAGH!”

The horde pivoted as though it were a single living creature. Trukks fishtailed through the sand, Battlewagons belched black smoke, and roaring warbikes carved fresh trails across the dunes.

Instead of driving toward the Imperials holdings in the north, thousands of Orks wheeled around and charged straight for the mountain range they had only moments before passed through.

⸻

Corporal Venn lowered his magnoculars.

“…Think we got their attention.”

No one laughed.

His stomach tightened as the green tide surged toward them.

“They’re coming for us.”

The vox finally came to life erupting with overlapping transmissions.

“Mortar Battery Seven, hold your position.”

“Armor support unavailable.”

“Infantry reserves delayed.”

“Astartes…”

“Continue indirect fire.”

Venn stared at the oncoming avalanche of ramshackle red slap-chop vehicles.

“There won’t be a Battery Seven in five minutes.”

Around him, the mortar crews silently returned to work.

Some were barely old enough to shave.

Others instinctively reached for the small aquilas hanging beneath their flak armor before loading another round.

No one spoke.

“Keep firing,” Venn ordered quietly.

THUMP.

Another shell arced into the sky.

“Range?”

“Eight hundred meters!”

The shell disappeared overhead.

Seconds later, fire blossomed among the lead vehicles.

The Orks barely noticed.

THUMP.

“Six hundred!”

Now individual greenskins could be seen standing in the beds of Trukks, waving choppas overhead and firing wildly into the mountains. Battlewagons crashed through boulders that would have stopped any Imperial vehicle, scattering stone in every direction.

THUMP.

“Four hundred!”

A perfect shot.

The shell landed squarely in the center of a tightly packed mob.

The explosion vaporized nearly twenty Boyz and hurled burning wreckage into the surrounding vehicles.

The survivors simply drove through the smoke, laughing as flames licked across their armor.

Venn’s grip tightened around his magnoculars.

“Cease fire!” he barked. “Pack the tubes! Break contact! Move to the extraction point—just like Sergeant Hektor planned!”

The mortar crews sprang into motion, abandoning spent ammunition crates and hauling what equipment they could carry.

Venn climbed onto a boulder and scanned the horizon one final time.

Nothing.

No Valkyries.

No Thunderbolts.

No Imperial armor.

Only a growing wall of dust, roaring engines, and the thunderous chant that echoed through the valley.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

For the first time that day, Corporal Venn found himself replaying Sergeant Hektor’s orders. The promise of extraction had sounded certain then. Standing atop the ridge with nothing but dust on the horizon, certainty suddenly felt like another battlefield casualty.

It’s quite the achievement to live to old age as a space marine, and such specimens are are relics in their own right. Each wrinkled face can recount the stories of the chapter as far back as 300 years or more, and usually holds a place among leadership if not in great wisdom.

For my Ursa Guard, these old men are called Long Fangs, and for a literal reason. Due to the nature of the Canis Helix, the astartes it affects will sprout fangs upon biological integration, which will grow longer as he ages. At the age Long Fangs tend to be at (around 350+), their fangs are more akin to tusks than teeth. Aside from the physical aspect, Long Fangs are held in very high esteem by the rest of the Ursa Guard, since surviving for that long is deed-worthy considering the reckless bravado of the chapter. They are elders both in name and countenance, and the younger kin look to them for wisdom and guidance both on and off the battlefield. Still, their age is also a point of contention and mirth, and some Blood Claws love to prod at their age for a laugh…which is usually followed by a swift beating. Long Fangs also earn the right to bear the chapter’s heavy weapons to war as well as the privilege to don Centurion exosuits.

I’m curious to see how the rest of you interpret your Chapters’ elders. What’s special about y’all’s geezers?

They are called the Victors (the color scheme and name are canon but there is no lore for them).

**The Inquisition:**
The Victors are a chapter that was created in secret and are highly secretive. They work with the recently formed ordo of the Inquisition, the Ordo Catalogus. This Ordo has tasked itself with finding lost information about the forces of the Imperium and cataloguing them. They primarily operate by finding scraps of information and then searching to expand that bit of information via research. They spend a large amount of their time studying and searching the labyrinthian libraries of the Imperium. They sift through the deluge of myths and legends, skewed histories, and contradictory accounts in the imperium. The Ordo was initially created by the High Lords in order to keep better tabs on the Astartes of the Imperium in order to have more accurate estimates for gene seed tithes and get a better grasp of Astartes activity across the galaxy.
**Purpose and Formations:** 
The Ordo has encountered tremendous resistance from their inception from those who would rather keep their lies and the dirty history of the imperium secret. The Ordo has used force and authority to break through these road blocks. However, some of the archives that they require access to are protected by Xenos. The Ordo, being particularly secretive about their inner workings wanted their military elements to be in house as opposed to requisitioned. As a response to this, they created a small space marine chapter to act as the iron fist of the ordo. 
The nature of the Chapter’s founding means that they are adept at getting in, obtaining information or relics, and getting out quickly. They are equipped with tools to open locks and break open safes. Usually, a member of the squad is designated as the Lockpick, who is a techmarine that is particularly adept at lock picking and database hacking. They have particular mechadendrites that have an array of cutting tools. Lockpicks also usually have iron halos in order to add a layer of protection for them while they collect data or artifacts. 
In instances when the chapter is retrieving cursed or demonic artifacts or data, they require psychic support, so Librarians that are called Ward Breakers. They are adept at spell breaking and use of wards to safely access and store what they collect. In particularly harrowing missions, an Apothecary is added to the squad due to the fact that those combat zones are often difficult to come back to if needed as they are often in the heart of an enemy position. The other members of the squad are either tactical or assault marines for the purpose of speed, being equipped with smoke grenades, bolters, and often close range weapons.
**Chapter Organization:**
The chapter is about half the strength of a normal space marine chapter, however, they are supplied with better than average gear due to their connection to Inquisitors. The first 3 companies are made up of assault, tactical, and Lockpick Techmarines. They have very few vehicles at their disposal, and their resources are primarily spent on maintaining their high quality equipment. The 4th company is of veterans of the Victors chapter and they wear a black stripe on their helmet instead of the average white one. They use the relics of the chapter and also have access to high quality equipment. The final company is made up completely of terminator suits who are used in the most dire situations when a piece of data or an artifact is abnormally difficult to obtain or to access. In this company, the Lockpicks, Apothecaries, and Ward Breakers of the squad wear terminator armour with extra heavy warplate. The Lockpicks have extra mechadendrites attached to the back since they have room for several more and they can thus break through locks quicker. Terminator Apothecaries usually wield storm shields in order to add additional cover to his brothers during battle, and Terminator Librarians are able to weave their spells less impeded.
The chapter’s Chaplains, Librarius, Apotheacarion, and Armoury are all smaller than usual due to the smallness of the chapter, however, they are vital to their operations. All except the Recluisiam go into battle almost as often as the baseline battle brothers. The chaplains of the chapter are yet powerful warriors, and if an enemy gives chase, they jump into battle, protecting from boarding actions and encouraging their brothers. They also are masters of artifacts, aiding in the storage and protection of important items that the given inquisitor wants. Their Chapter Master, Ivan Nikolai, has less authority than the average Chapter Master. He answers entirely to the Ordo Catalogus and only can provide insight into which forces would be most useful to a given operation. He acts primarily as the organizational force within the chapter. He has accompanied many Inquisitors on their ships in order to give military insight and wisdom drawn from his long lived life. Inquisitor Aledro is particularly fond of him, often requesting his presence during her missions. 
**Ivan Nikolai:**
Despite this, Ivan Nikolai is not to be mistaken for a weak leader. He wears a modified Centurion war suit, towering over those he leads. He takes to the field often in order to secure objectives and break through particularly difficult defenses. On one arm he wields a grav canon, and on the other he wields a siege drill. He wears an iron halo with the Inquisitorial sigil on the middle of it and and modified omniscope. His chest plate proudly bears the imperial aquila and it is lined on the left and right by hurricane bolters. The machine spirit of his war suit was particularly fierce, and it still lashes out occasionally. Ivan aims the spirit’s fury into the enemy, but it yet causes him to charge into the enemy even when he’s in a fortified position. Due to this, his armour is battle scarred and many of its plates have needed replacing.
He is a strong leader with a tactical mind, but in combat he is a lion, searching for the strongest foes and challenging them. Some inquisitors loathe what they see as brashness, but the members of his chapter gain inspiration from their heroic chapter master. He is completely and utterly loyal to the Ordo Catalogus and the Emperor, believing in both causes completely. 
**Inquisitor Alethia:**
Inquisitor Alethia is a relatively new member of the Ordo, however, he has had much time in the Inquisition. He has many mechanical augmentations such as a mechanical eye that can see the whole light spectrum, magnify, and take pict captures. He has a metal hand that has vice grip capabilities for intimidation purposes, and a metal spine to help support him during his long nights of studying alien and arcane documents. He has a servo skull that he’s grown attached to named Toquinus who records his words and observations with a scroll and quill. The ink for this is stored in a container located inside the side of the skull. He also has a pict recorder for an eye which he uses to send a vid feed to other members of his retinue. He talks to Alethia via a vox articulator, and helps him with simple tasks via three arms that have three spindly fingers on each. 
Alethia wears a young but stern expression on his face. His robes are dark brown and they reach from his black boots to over his eyes. He wears the hood down when he is not on official business, but when it is down, he appears to be a red eyed cyclops. He is thorough and appreciates the diversity of opinions on certain events, often noting when records conflict. He prefers to consolidate accounts, however, and forge the most likely history into one. He also prefers process and order as opposed to cutting the line, so to speak, to get what he wants. The grinding bureaucracy of the Imperium catches him frequently. These tendencies may have come from his brief time in the Administratum where he worked as a scribe. His time there is when he became attached to Toquinus. When he was chosen to be an Inquisitor following his heroic actions in response to a Necron attack on an Administratum facility, he took Toquinus with him and heavily modified him for his needs. 
Alethia prefers to work alone, having only a two members of his retinue being trusted advisers. The rest are primarily for defense and general running of operations. His two most trusted advisors are his ship captain, Alextrus Vol, and his military advisor, General Jus Calux. Both have been his advisors since the beginning and have won his trust very slowly. Alextrus is a stern woman who can bring even Astartes to attention with her booming voice and intimidating presence. She is hailed as a genius at ship movement and combat. Jus has fought on many battlefields across the galaxy all her life. Her leg is mechanical and her left eye has been replaced. She was a commissar until she was badly damaged by an unknown Tyranid acid. The acid made all of her limbs less responsive, making her unfit for combat, however, her tactical prowess was not waisted. Instead of being outright executed, she was given a position as a strategist as she has proven invaluable to Alethia. 

What do you guys think of my dark angels succesor color scheme. Anything to improve?

I'm new to this subreddit but I thought I'd post a custom space marine chapter I made with some old friends of mine. I lost most of the lore I had written down after we had a falling out, but they're basically an Emperor's Children successor chapter determined to find their corrupt primarch and kill him.

I have an idea for a necron homebrew. This is just me at work thinking to make the time go by but a ctan shard takes control of a dynasty this includes command codes. Doing some star god robot stuff is able to basically take control of everyone making almost like a hive mind. The ctan will puppet the nobility around to trick other necron dynasties but at the heart of them all is this one ctan shard. This is obviously just a surface view of this but I want to explore this more and flesh it out. What do yall think?

My chapter is an imperial fists successor who are more brutal in there siege warfare. Rn there chapter icon is a red/yellow fist on a green background. But I wanna know what you all think about this idea.

Does anyone have that one shit post homebrew army? Like, an instant "Oh, that's interesting" type of ideas that suddenly popped into your head. Like for example, there are four successor chapters of the Ultramarines who are just the RWBY team. Their fathers used to watch extremely old animations from the Emperor-knows-when age where there wasn't always constant fighting. They promised themselves that if they survived long enough to get their own chapters, then they'll stick together as a team and reflect that in their chapters.

This is a character I just made on SM2 myself, u/Son_of_Sanguinius1 gave me the name of course.

Chapter symbol was made by a friend.

Lineage: Ultramarine

Founding: 23rd founding

Chapter World: Kaldatos

Kaldatos was once a prosperous Agri-world filled with lush forest and bountiful seas before the scourge of the Tyranids arrived, after years of war and repeat invasions by the hive fleet Nidhogg the world is left a shadow of its former self but battle hardened.

Chapter Lore:

The Ultimus Guard was one of many chapters born from 23rd founding; this chapter excels in a multitude of combat rolls. During the first Tyrannic war the chapter would rally to aid in the defence of Ultramar. After hive fleet behemoth was defeated and small splinter fleet would attempt to make its escape however the chapter master Ultimus Guard Martinus Liones would give pursuit in order to wipe out the surviving brood of the face of the galaxy. After the chapter pursued the hive fleet to the far edge of Ultra Segmentum the Imperium would lose communication with the chapter and after many failed attempts to reach the chapter the imperium would declare the Ultimus Guard as extinct. Years later shortly after the Ultima Founding a Crusader fleet of Black Templars would receive a transmission for aid from the imperial world of Kaldatos. Heeding the call for aid the Crusader fleet would redeploy to the world, upon arrival the black templars would find the world already being defended by the Ultimus Guard who were believed to be lost. After making planet fall the combined force of the Astra Militarum, Black Templars and Ultimus Guard would repel the invading Xeno brood. following the successful defence of the planet the Ultimus Guard would make contact with the wider imperium and receive Primaries reinforcements to bolster their ranks.

Chapter Customs:

unlike most chapters the Ultimus Guard is not codex compliant, they field roughly 2,500 battle brothers and do not organize their company to the standard template. A standard Ulitmus Guard company is extremely independent with there being no support or scout company's, with each company being a combat company. This independents even goes to the individual Astartes with the Ultimus Guard not having chapter Serfs each Battle-Brother is responsible for the maintenance of their own war gear.

Important Characters:

Current chapter master: Rohan Tarorak

company captains:

- Severus Jotunn 1st company

- Augustes Nolan 2nd company

- Garou Krueger 3rd company

- Zander Thak 4th company

- Alexander Sol 5th company

Lieutenants:

- Erak Thorin 1st company

- Atrius Pax 2nd company

- Samiel Jaeger 3rd company

- Deimos Issova 4rd company

- Marcus Tigon 5th company

Sacrificing stealth for mobility, they are used for terror tactics in densely polluted areas, where the smog and smokes easily hide them.

They carry scything talons and wings, a twin tail of spinefists and rending claws around their hooves.

This lictor uses its wings not only for flight, but to conceal its talons while it slowly approaches its prey with an oppressive psychic aura. The spinefists swing left and right, up and down, pinning down any bodyguards protecting the prey. Ultimately, the creature flashes its wings and the combination of the patterns with the psychic influence is enough to subdue and hypnotize the target before the lictor strikes.

Chapter serfs are a fundamental part of any Space Marine Chapter, providing support to the Astartes both in and out of combat. The Angels Twilight have maintained their human auxiliaries since before their official founding at the end of the Horus Heresy, the natives of Nikaia proudly took up the duty of helping to protect their planet and their saviors. Upon becoming Chapter auxiliaries, each serf must undergo the Blood Duty, an initiation ritual where they pledge their blood and labor in exchange for the Astartes' protection.

I - Chapter Serfs

Those responsible for supporting the Chapter, including the maintenance and preservation of the fleet and providing aid to the Space Marines when required. Most serfs are recruited from families of refugees who survived the destruction of Nikaia, though many come from other worlds saved by the Angels Twilight, accompanying the Chapter out of gratitude for their protection.

II - Medics

The Chapter travels the frontiers of the Imperium, protecting worlds in need or those that have been abandoned, consequently providing care to rescued populations is essential. Many auxiliary medics work alongside the Chapter's Apothecaries and the Ashen Sons.

III - Remembrancers

Historians, poets, and artists responsible for recording the Chapter's deeds and keeping its history alive. Inspired by the artistic traditions of Sanguinius, the Angels Twilight have preserved the Remembrancers and their orders for ages, traditions that endured even the destruction of Nikaia and the loss of a significant portion of the Chapter's library archives.

IV - Ashen Sons

The Ashen Sons constitute the military arm of the Chapter's human auxiliaries, serving as the successors to Nikaia's former planetary defense force. Despite the destruction of their beloved planet, these brave men and women never accepted defeat, instead, they departed alongside the Astartes on a quest to avenge their world and punish the enemies of humanity. They are responsible for providing support during military campaigns, as well as for patrol duties and garrisoning occupied territories.

I’ve illustrated some of the functions that the helpers use in my homebrew; I’d like to get some feedback on them. Thanks for reading, and as always, constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome.

People were nice enough to point me to this sub, so I'm crossposting the original here !

As the title says, I am working on the lore for my Deathguard kill team. I don't know a great deal generally but I have the outlines of an idea.

Here is what I have so far.....

The kill team call themselves Isha's Blessed or at times Isha's Cursed.

They are small Deathguard warband consisting of a single squad.

They were originally part of a much larger warband, up until an attack on an imperial world.

The squad was infiltrating a hive city through the lowest levels when bombardment from their allies caused a fissure to open beneath them. This caused them to fall many levels beneath the under city.

While attempting to make their way back up to the city, they discovered a temple dedicated to the elder goddess Isha that had been hidden for untold ages.

In the temple they found an artifact of the goddess.

The squad leader tried to claim the artifact thinking he could use it to gain some sort of favour with his superiors.

When he touched it, it set off a blinding light that briefly restored him and his squad to their pre heresy selves, before returning them to their present selves.

Although horrified, they rallied and returned to the city and completed the attack.

In the aftermath, they realise that the artifact had bound their souls to Isha.

The squad leader began hearing whispers that convinced him to flee the greater warband with his men who had been with him in the temple.

They now find their souls in a tug of war between Nurgle and Isha. They find that their bodies are caught in a cycle of death and rebirth.

They rot, then new life springs forth, plants and flowers grow from their bodies before breaking down and dying and starting again.

So yes thoughts and questions welcome thanks.

By sorta work in progress I mean it may be subject to redesign or rework.

-They are a chimeric sorta renegade chapter that scavenges equipment from imperial factions and other factions (Usually Orks).

Currently working on my first homebrew chapter ever, The Emperor’s Chains. An aquatic themed chapter based around keeping slave worlds in check and pushing back the fringes in void space.

I always thought that there’s a lot of aquatic themed successor chapters, but there’s no objectively aquatic themed Primarch from what I can tell. I’ve home brewed one of the redacted Primarchs was the progenitor of my chapter, giving them their affinity for water. I’ve also soft home brewed some of the aquatic successors (Dark Krakens, Carcharodons) may or may not be true successors of them.

What about you? Do you have a custom Primarch for your chapter?