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====Siewurd of Nine Nails====

Even among a Chapter of frightening warriors, Siewurd of Nine Nails is a fearsome servant of Humanity. Standing at an imposing seven-and-a-half feet tall in his Power Armor, Siewurd towers over lesser warriors of the Emperor, and the intensity of The High Chaplain’s will is almost tangible, even among others of the Astartes. His black armor is decorated subtly with twisting brass-inlaid bas-relief images of tentacles, pierced with nails and writhing over his armor like vines. Beneath his traditional skull-helmet, augmented with filtration cables, is a face that has been described by the renowned Inquisitor Gaius Kajerian as “unnerving to the eye and to the spirit.” His flesh is pale and haggard, with pockmarked skin stretched thin over jutting cheekbones; scars of various kinds crisscross most of his body. His biological lower jaw has long since been taken from him, and he habitually grinds the adamantite teeth of his cybernetic prosthetic jaw. His eyes are the inkiest of black, and runic wards of protection, faith, and penance are carved into his flesh in a band that crosses his face, just below the eyes. 

With his left arm, he is entrusted with the mighty ''Dagonssultr'', The Hunger of the Deep . This terrifying weapon is a chain fist incorporating a Crozius Arcanum, and the massive saw blade is etched with holy writings and scripts of purgation and vengeance. The relic is one of the oldest weapons in the chapter, dating back to the days of Achab the Exile, and it is entitled of all High Chaplains. The weapon is worth considerably more than Siewurd himself, and his squad is entrusted to choose the Maw over the Chaplain's body, if necessary. He also wields a long power spear known as ''Gungnir'', and occasionally a storm bolter or bolt pistol when ranged combat is required. Siewurd’s right arm is a far different story. Much earlier in his life as an Astartes, when he was a newly appointed Chaplain in the Fourth Company, he was entrusted to lead a mission onto the world of Jjojos, a noxious sulfur world that had been belched out of the Deep quite suddenly. Their task was to conduct initial reconnaissance for the planet, and determine whether or not further monitoring of the world would be required. With a hearty squad of ten Krakens, all trained for battle, the Astartes landed on the sulfur world and quickly located signs of life; ruins of the hated Eldar, long since abandoned…or so it seemed. 

What the Astartes could not detect was an ancient Eldar communications array, and the presence of the Battle-Brothers triggered its reactivation…and the reactivation of its Wraithguard protectors. The bony constructs caught the Battle-Brothers off guard, and although they fought bravely, there were simply too many. By the time the group returned to the Thunderhawk transport they arrived on to make their mistake, only two of the original party survived; a certain Brother Majnus and Siewurd himself. Although their deaths were in no way Siewurd’s direct fault, he blamed himself for their deaths, and grieved greatly for it. In self-inflicted penance, he drove nine long runic nails into his arm, one for each of his fallen brothers, and he displays these nails openly as a sign of what he considers to be his greatest failure. Siewurd is not the kind to forget, and since his earliest days as a Chaplain he has vowed to dedicate his life to nothing but the service of the chapter. Around his fellow Battle-Brothers he is cold, distant, and eerily silent; when he speaks, it is in gravelly tones and short words. There are, however, two exceptions to this behavior. The first is his oratory, legendary among the chapter for its complexity, intensity, and solemnity. The second is his skill with the ritual Hymns of the chapter, and when these complex sagas are performed, it is often Siewurd’s deep resonance that carries the furthest and the loudest.