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Not a bad chap when you get to know him (and sooner or later, everyone gets to know him).<br> | ''"Not a bad chap when you get to know him (and sooner or later, everyone gets to know him)."''<br> | ||
-Terry Pratchett actually talking about the death, but since is *Death* guard,is fitting. | -Terry Pratchett actually talking about the death, but since is *Death* guard,is fitting. | ||
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| Battle Cry | None. Yes, none. Pre-Heresy, the more loyalist ones might say, "For Mortarion and Terra", but Mortarion put a stop to that. | |
| Number | XIV | |
| Original Name | Dusk Raiders | |
| Original Homeworld | Barbarus | |
| Current Homeworld | Plague Planet | |
| Primarch | Mortarion | |
| Champion | Typhus | |
| Strength | Unknown; we can't tell the live ones from the dead ones | |
| Specialty | Close assault, mass infantry formations, bio-warfare | |
| Allegiance | Nurgle | |
| Colours | Sickly green | |
"Not a bad chap when you get to know him (and sooner or later, everyone gets to know him)."
-Terry Pratchett actually talking about the death, but since is *Death* guard,is fitting.
The Death Guard are one of the eight Space Marine Legions which betrayed the Emperor during the Horus Heresy, becoming Chaos Space Marines. They worship the Chaos God Nurgle and in return he infests their armor with pestilence and disease. The Primarch of the Death Guard is Mortarion, who has been elevated to Daemon Prince status. Their original homeworld of Barbarus which was a septic tank disguised as a planet and stank like utter shit like no tomorrow. Barbarus has since been destroyed (Not as if anyone including the native Barbariuns gave a shit though). The new homeworld of the Death Guard is the now lazily named Plague Planet where all the Galaxies disease from meningitis to crotch rot comes from.
History
Not many neckbeards dare to paint them up. Before the coming of Mortarion, they were known as the Dusk Raiders due to their early-evening assaults, using the confusion of the afternoon twilight to catch their enemies off-guard, during dinner. Because Mortarion dreaded the lack of badassery, and he as a Primarch was all "hurr durr grim reaper death decay" he named them the Death Guard instead, and had them repaint their armor to the charming colors of algae-green and mudslick brown white their armor was unpainted, save for a snot green trim and the legions heraldry. They got dirty after they started swimming in the drops.
Due to living in an utter shithole (And in this case, quite literally) of Barbarus where the local air is equivalent to huffing the complete year of exhaust gas of a car, the Death Guard soon grew proud of their ridiculously tough beyond humanly possible bodies which was resistant to almost all forms of poisons and diseases (Didn't stop them from succumbing to Nurgle's Gift, hur hur!). Due to their affinity to biological and chemical elements, the Death Guard quickly became the Emperor's personal bio-chem experts. Heck we wouldn't be surprise if the main source of orbital bombardment for the Death Guard was Virus Bombs, in fact we would even go so far to say that they bathe in that shit on a weekly basis. They were also morbid as fuck.
Before the Horus Heresy, the Death Guard differed from the other 17 known Legions in that they had only seven Great Companies, although these held far more men than those of other Legions such as the Ultramarines or Space Wolves. There were three privileged titles held by captains of the Death Guard. The captain of the First Company was known as the First Captain, the captain of the Second Company was known as Commander, and the captain of the Seventh Company was known as Battle-Captain
The Death Guard tended to be organized into units of foot-slogging infantry, rather than mechanized squads (Since the Death Guard themselves are already tough to the point they might as well have Hull Points). Mortarion ensured that his men were well-equipped and highly-trained. He also ensured that they could fight in almost any kind of atmosphere, and placed little emphasis on specialized units using jump packs or bikes. The Death Guard did not have dedicated Assault and Tactical Squads. Every Marine was equipped with a bolter, bolt pistol and close combat weapon and told to fight with whatever weapon circumstance dictated. The Legion was also well known for its use of Terminator Armour. Possibly as a result of this, the Death Guard were highly successful at high-risk boarding and close-quarter operations such as space hulk clearance.
By the time of the Horus Heresy, the Death Guard is known to have had roughly 95,000 Space Marines.
During the Galaxy's Greatest Hangover since the Fall of the Eldar, the Death Guard and Mortarion was one of the traitor legions who rebelled against daddy. Within the Heresy, Mortarion's smaller fleet led a failed attempt on Prospero to convince Jaghatai Khan and the White Scars to join with them, only for Genghis Jaghatai to tell the psychic-hating bigot to fuck off and thus, the White Scars and Death Guard battled to a stalemate. Butthurt for failing to sway over the Khan, Mortarion in a fit of moronic idiocy decides to kill off his Navigators who he suspect to still be loyal to Emps. You know, he killed off the guys that helps the crew from being gobbled up by inter-dimensional molesters. As you might suspect. Going in the Warp without Navigator help is a sure sign that something bad is going to happen. Then came the Destroyer Plague and the Death Guard were struck down and all was history. You would think the guys emulating the Grim Reaper would have gotten a pretty badass downfall, but nope, they uncharacteristically pussied out and submitted to the Grandfather of Plagues like a young virgin girl submitting herself to a fucking pedophile. Just wow. What a way to go. Even the bookworms whom the Death Guard hate with a passion has a more dignified fall then this. Fucking embarrassing.
Mortarion also had a personal guard, the speechless and silent Death Shroud, who were known to be within 49 (Get it? Nurgle's holy number is seven and 49 is seven squared?) paces of their Primarch, Morty.
Oh, and they enjoyed drinking a cup of venomous, poison bile to commemorate victory. Mortarion drinks that stuff like water, though his captains have trouble holding their guts inside after drinking.
All in all, the Death Guard are fun, poison-drinking aloof martial warriors before Horus threw the party, rotting avatars of AIDS Syphilis and decay after the party was finished. That must've been one hell of a party.
Post-Heresy
So the Death Guard and the rest of the Traitor legions failed and was kicked back to the Eye of Terror to do their daemony ways. The Death Guard along with any non-Word Bearers or Black Legion factions soon broke apart into splintering warbands. The split of the Death Guard can be contributed to Mortarion being a lazy and mopy fuckwit; to busy punishing himself for what he has done to humanity and his sons and constantly bitching why he is a bad person and he should feel bad. With daddy reaper suffering a 10,000 year depression cycle, his sons soon grew distant from him. Coincidentally, Mortarion's self-loathing was in itself, contagious to his sons. Sooner or later the majority of the Death Guard also started to loathe themselves as disgraced abominations who are so ashamed by their own weakness in succumbing like giant pussies during the Horus Heresy that they decided that if they can't have their happy ending then no one will. What a bunch of selfish pricks. His most powerful son, Typhus, got sick (As in metaphorically not literally) of Mortarion's moaning and wasting Papa Nurgle's gift thus, he went independent to get shit done.
Daily Rituals of the Death Guard
06:00 - The Death Guard awoke from their dug-out grave. Waking up and getting out of the grave due to rotting ligaments and joints are extra long.
08:00 - Morning Meal. A light meal made from rotting meat and fungus is prepared by the zombified serf.
08:30 - Morning Prayers. A prayer is dedicated to Papa Nurgle. Each Death Guard secretly wishes a Nurgmas present from Nurgle himself.
09:30 - Morning Firing Rites. The Death Guard proceed to have target practice upon captured Imperial Citizens. Its a win-win situation as the Citizens are revived as zombies and the Death Guard gets experience. Nobody loses, everyone wins.
11:00 - Battle Practice. The Death Guard engage in battle practice within the mud swamps of the Plague Planet.
12:00 - Tactical Indoctrination. The Death Guard plans out the latest campaign to spread Papa Nurgle's Gift.
13:00 - Evening Meal. A medium meal is prepared by the zombified serfs. Most Death Guard prefer to order from Chaos Burgers and McNurgle's as the food delivery is faster.
14:00 - Evening Firing Rites. The Death Guard continue to practice on their shooting range.
15:00 - Battle Practice.
16:00 - Evening Prayers. This time Papa Nurgle has heeded the wishes of the Death Guard and has given them Nurgmas presents.
17:00 - Pet a Nurgling Period. The Death Guard are allowed to pet some of Papa Nurgle's blobs of rotting cutsies.
18:00 - Daily Nurgle Wedding. A local wedding is held by two love birds in the Plague Planet. Celebrations is held as the Death Guard congratulate on the groom and bride.
19:00 - Wedding Meal. A feast is held to congratulate on the newly wed couples in the Plague Planet. Everyone is happy and the Imperial Citizens who was shot for target practice are then revived as a zombie and are invited to see that not all things in Chaos is bad.
22:00 - Waking up Mortarion. The Death Guard tries to wake up Mortarion in his eternal snooze fest of self-guilt and regret. They fail as usual.
23:00 - Free Time. The Death Guard have their free time where they pray to Nurgle, get as much diseases as possible, help the locals in the Plague Planet and be overall a model citizen of the Plague Planet.
24:00 - Rest Time. The Death Guard dig up their own grave and rest in there.
Gallery
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Death Guard Plague Marines, moar like AIDStartes, amirite?
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Not much difference...
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This is the face of someone happy with their decisions. He has never felt more alive.
