Lamenters

Lamenters
Battle Cry	For those we cherish, we die in Glory! ;_;
Number	Unknown, always seen falling
Founding	21st Founding
Successors of	Blood Angels
Successor Chapters	None, they die too much
Chapter Master	Malakim Phoros
Primarch	Sanguinius
Homeworld	None, Fleet based
Strength	Less than 400
Specialty	Surviving and fighting for the helpless, and being hated for it
Allegiance	The Imperium doesn't deserve these heroes
Colours	Mustard yellow with black & white detailing.

They may be unlucky, but they'll fight on no matter the odds.

The most fucked-over chapter in Warhammer 40K history. Cursed to die horribly, turn to Chaos, or both in every single bit of fluff they appear in. You think the White Scars got fucked by Games Workshop? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think the Chaos Pretty Marines got owned hard by Angron? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think Afriel Strain soldiers are cursed? Nothing compared to the Lamenters. Think that the Raven Guard, Salamanders, and Iron Hands got beaten horribly on Isstvan V? Nothing compared to the Lamenters.

They are truly the Unlucky Marines. But you know what? If there are good guys in W40k, then they are undoubtedly it. They have been endlessly persecuted by the very nation they fight for, and they even fight their own nightmarish cynicism and despair, yet they still fight on because they refuse to abandon the innocent and the helpless, and it is their burning star that keeps hope alive for one more day in that dark world.

How unlucky can they get?

The Lamenters were formed during the 21st Founding; while most Chapters founded at that time had some kind of mutation, the Lamenters ended up not suffering from the Red Thirst and Black Rage, unique among the Blood Angels and their descendants. Unfortunately, they seem to have been the specific target of Tzeentch's eternal dicking ever since; they have been cursed with more misfortunes than any other chapter out there. It's even gotten to the point where Imperial "scientists" are wondering what the hell is going on.

As if it couldn't get any worse, eventually the Black Rage came back. Sometimes you just can't win.

TL;DR: *weeps a single tear of manliness.*

List of how hard the Lamenters were screwed over:

• Founded during the cursed founding, earning them distrust among fellow Space Marines. Being a fleet based chapter, they decide wisely to depart to the fringes of the Imperium to crusade against the xenos and the enemy without, rather than be mired in conflicts within.
• Were eventually recalled to the interior of the Imperium by Tzeentch the High Lords of Terra.
• Tasked by the High Lords of Terra to partake in the defense against Failbaddon's 9th Black Crusade. They were abandoned by the Mortifactors chapter in the defense of Corillia due to their origins. Being the heroic fuckers that they are, they decided to stay and fight anyways, and try to save the innocent people. Outnumbered as they were facing against numerous combined traitor forces, only 200 marines were left after the Ultramarines and White Scars finally gave enough of a shit to come in to reinforce them.

• The 200 survivors were subsequently lost in the warp after a freakish warp storm appeared. In a rare show of things for them, they did however return afterwards, after fighting the whole way out. Which of course just made other Space Marines trust them even less. It is speculated Tzeentch only changed his plans at the last minute (!??!!) *BLAM* Heresy! so he could screw them over more. What a dick.

• Joined the Corinth Crusade with 300 marines on hand in order to repay the Ultramarines saving when they saved them in Corillia. In a decisive battle against an Ork slave mining world named "Slaughter III", they liberated the 3 million human prisoners on the planet, whom they decided to rescue (They did this alone, mind you. Calgar could not risk jeopardizing the entire crusade by attacking the planet that would most likely crippled their entire battle force.). Just a few moments after victory however, an Ork reinforcement fleet came over Slaughter III. While everyone on the ground tried everything to evacuate as many people as they could using their own ships and any planetside slaver ships that were still operational, the Lamenters realized they didn't have the time or resources to get everyone off planet before being overrun, but decided to fight on to the last in either case. The remaining prisoners though, wanting to spare their saviors from death, volunteered to be left to die so that The Lamenters could escape and deny the orks the planet. Reluctantly agreeing, The Lamenters detonated the seismic charges they planted deep in the planet's mines and performed exterminatus on the rest of the planet, utterly making sure the orks couldn't get anything valuable off it.
  • After the Crusade, Marneus Calgar wanted to award them with denying the Orks a vital resource and rescuing the few slaves they could get off-planet (mostly women and children) by giving them an Iron Halo, but due to the losses (both theirs and civilians) they didn't feel like winners and turned them down. Despite how this was a case of manly tears, most Space Marines instead took it as an insult to their spiritual liege, so everyone hated the Lamenters even MORE.

• Were asked to partake in and to defend the area around the Maelstrom along with the Astral Claws and the Mantis Warriors after they got back to strength. For once, their fellow warriors the Astral Claws and the Mantis Warriors actually cared about them and the Lamenters had finally found true, believing friends. Then Lugft Huron decided to instigate what would become the Badab War with the Imperium. Understanding a trend here yet? When he does, the Lamenters and Mantis Warriors are drawn into the conflict as well out of bro ties to the Astral Claws—there is no way they are going to abandon their first genuine friends and only people in the Imperium who didn't treat them like shit.
  • Reluctant to attack fellow marines the Lamenters managed, for a time, to win conflicts with loyalists indirectly via their numbers, cunning maneuvers and effective shows of force. But this strategy abruptly fell apart when the Minotaurs, less inclined to pull their punches, discovered and ambushed the Lamenters fortress monastery. So began a brutal 17 hour siege with heavy losses on both sides where the Lamenters ultimately came out the worse. Outnumbered and outgunned by the infamously ruthless and well equipped Minotaurs (who are known fighting en masse at full chapter strength) the Lamenters were forced to surrender having been (once again) reduced to only 300, mostly wounded, marines. Adding insult to injury, as recompense for their losses, and just generally being poor winners, the kleptomaniac Minotaurs saw fit to pillage much of the Lamenters best equipment and even stole/were GIFTED a bunch of their ships, like a certain other chapter, which they would eventually crash. Only later do the Lamenters learn that Huron and the Astral Claws have fallen to Chaos.
• In another rare show of things, they were actually granted a pardon along with the Mantis Warriors. But again continuing this theme of getting fucked over, they had to do a penitent crusade for a hundred years without being able to replace losses or recruit new Marines (i.e. their fate would be in the Emperor's Hands now, and theirs alone). Their tattered banner was given to the Adeptus Sororitas for them to repair and re-sanctify. The Sororitas wept as they wove the Banner Of Tears, as they contemplated the life of the chapter, and how these glorious bastards refused to stop believing in their fellow Man, despite everything they had went through.

• They again wisely decided to crusade on the borders of the Imperium and against xenos, lest they wind up getting fucked over in another internal squabble. But continuing this getting fucked over theme, in their first crusade action, they happened to encounter the Tyranid Hive Fleet Kraken. With only less than 400 marines on hand, they hold out to try to allow as many people as possible to escape.

• The return of the Black Rage and formation of a Death Company meant that the cure was a bust.

• A mere 13 years before their crusade was to end the entire universe stopped

• Perhaps even worse than all of the above, their colour scheme is masochistically hard to paint correctly. The yellow is alright, nothing wrong there. But the thing that basically makes the army Lamenters instead of any random yellow marines is their chapter's symbol, which is comprised of a black-and-while checker pattern with a circle and a heart in the middle. Trying to paint that on a few dozen miniatures is more-or-less painstakingly time consuming, if not impossible, in the face of other chapters having easier symbols to paint. Anyway, as a result the Lamenters are cursed to be the least represented official chapter in the game, and almost certainly even less than a lot of fan made and random bullshit chapters. To play Lamenters, you need to be an uncommonly good painter and have a taste for being fucked over in the fluff, on the tabletop AND for hundreds of hours of painting. Certainly an acquired taste.

• The above image is often used as filler for Imperial Fist articles and other chapters with similar color schemes. Because even in wikis, the Lamenters get fucked over.

Where are they now?

EVEN IN DEATH, I STILL FIGHT FOR THOSE THAT I CHERISH!!!

The Lamenters today are now almost dead, presumably OM NOM NOMed by the Tyranids. Only three broken companies of marines are confirmed to be alive and fighting. Only time will tell whether the Chapter will be able to survive their Crusade in time to recruit more Neophytes, or whether they will finally be added into the Hall Of Heroes on Terra. However, while they continue to exist, and no matter what horrible fate befalls them, it can be assured these heroic fuckers will selflessly continue to fight for Mankind, and quadrillions of ungrateful souls the galaxy over.

They are some of the baddest asses to ever don power armor. Every single thing that tried to screw them over, they proceeded to open up cans of FUCK YOU! in its general direction and despite losing marines every time, THEY ARE STILL STRONG, SURVIVING AND HOLDING THE FUCKING LINE.

There are only two Lamenters characters confirmed to remain today: Brother Chyron, a very sad Dreadnought that serves with the Deathwatch, who considers himself to be the last of his chapter and thus, is permanently attached to the Deathwatch. With everything lost to him, Chyron is only fueled by one, tragic objective: revenge for his fallen chapter. This desire for revenge has often caused him to be irritable, stubborn, and downright insubordinate to his other peers. Although despite this, his fellow Kill-team squad members have refused to abandon him.

Malakim Phoros is the other, Chapter Master of the Lamenters and having served for over two centuries. He is a highly aggressive close combatant, carrying the Black Rage in his heart and likely one of the few Lamenters to have a glaive encarmine, let alone artificer armor.

Lamenters may be played as [|Blood Angels]. Malakim Phoros has survived to 6th ed as a 'Blood Angels' HQ who excels in close combat.

Also in 6th ed was a bit of fluff about the Emperor's Tarot, a set of cards used by high-ranking psykers to try and make predictions (like Eldar seers, but less Heretical). The prediction stated that things were about to get even worse for the Lamenters. On one hand, fuck. On the other hand, this prediction came immediately after the chapter was presumed destroyed for the fourteenth time, so do the math.

As of 7th Edition, when Dante made a call for all Blood Angels successor chapters to defend Baal against a simultaneous Daemon and Tyranid incursion, the Lamenters were the only chapter who did NOT respond. At least yet. Even the renegade Knights of Blood returned to defend their home (although it still hasn't been satisfactorily explained how the KoB found out there was a call, they just kinda showed up). It's unknown whether the Lamenters are all dead, were too busy or too far away to get the message, or if their penitent crusade out-ranks a call from the home world.