Castellan Crowe

"This sword should be used by a Daemon prince, but I'm using it as an oversized walking stick coz that's just how I roll"

Castellan Garran Crowe is simultaneously both the Captain and the Brotherhood champion of the Grey Knight Purifiers (a company of specialists grey knights that burn shit with their Minds, and supposedly the most pure-hearted of all the knights). Ironically, aside from the standard Matt Ward dickery, the Crowe is probably one of the only Grey Knights (other than Brother-Captain Stern. FUCK YEAH) that has not earned the rage of other Knight players as the rest of the Codex has.

Y He No Part of Ward's Dick Club?

It is partially because of this fucking weird sword. A daemon sword (WTF?) called the Frostmou--Black Blade of Antwyr. The Inquisition, unable to destroy said Blade of Antwyr for some apparent idiocy, entrusted guardianship of the sword to their most hardcorez zealots, namely Crowe, for it had mindfucked and ass-raped every other guy who used the sword. It even lead to three full sectors being corrupted and actually required the entire Grey Knight chapter to step in and fuck its shit up. The fluff is fairly straightforward, stating that Crowe is constantly under physical and spiritual peril as the sword actively attracts chaos to it wherever he goes cough...One-Ring...cough. The sword actually grants enemy units more attacks against him when he is in their general fuck area. The sword also constantly tries to corrupt Crowe himself in the process, but he staunchly refuses to bend to its will, Castellan Badass even goes so far as to utterly refuse using the 'hinted' considerable-I-CAN-FUCKING-KILL-EVERYTHING-FOREVER-power of the ancient blade. This surprisingly pleased many Writefags who have grown weary of the overused evil-thing- Fucks up-and-corrupts-good-thing cliche of many occult genres. Instead, Crowe uses his own Brotherhood champion skillz to wield it as if it was just another regular sword, to which the blade constantly bitches about.

Though most veterans have rightly begrudged Crowe's retarded Ward stats of fuckwittery, many believe that during the time Ward was writing the Grey Knights Codex, he had walked out of the room to glance at other shit-pieces of his work in an effort piss off more people with his faggotry. So distracted by his own self-proclaimed awesomeness, that a more competent writer (i.e. everyone) had happen to see one of the hero characters he was working on and sat down to write the rest of this hero's backstory. Matt Ward being the Spiritual Liege that he is, did not notice that one of his heroes had become better than his entire combined works and simply moved on to the next idiocy he was planning to do. Thus, were we given this little chunk of reprieve in a book filled with suicide-inducing Rage. Plus, enduring the corruption of a sword is a hell of a lot more credible than surviving the chaos realm.

More than that though, Crowe unintentionally reflects now the common mentality of veteran daemonhunter players; Not to use the more imba weapons of the grey knights, but to rely on their own tactical plays with some of the more basic grey knight units and equipment. Just like back in the day.

See Also

• Grey Knights
• [[1]] This plays everytime he polishes his daemon blade.
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