Tiran Osoros

"Felling enemies is not the same as raising crops. It is not trading with the next tribe. It is neither raising families, building cities, nor dispensing supplies. Making war does not mean we are built to make peace. If we cannot learn to do this, we must make way for those who can."

Tiran Osoros
Title/Honours	The Rider, The Scale Bearer, Warlord of Gand Wanunlen, The Beastmaster
Discovered (world)	Solnhofen
Discovered (period)	c.859.M30
Legion	Seventeenth
Heraldry/Sigil
Unique Weapon	Power Mace "Thagomizer"
Distinguishing Traits	Close to his Legion, skilled with beasts, never forgot his roots
Flaws	Takes losses personally, closer to beasts than his own brothers, misfortunate, slow to process news
Fate	Dead, killed by Rogerius Merrill of the Iron Rangers early in the Heresy

This page details people, events, and organisations from the /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe. See the /tg/ Heresy Timeline and Galaxy pages for more information on the Alternate Universe.

History

Youth

Tyran was razed by Sors. When he was older, he got found by a bunch of villagers who were afraid of the sors. He showed them that they could be tamed and taught to be used. Then a bunch of xenos attacked them. So Tiran rode his biggest Saur, Ketarops, into battle and killed all of them. The Emperor Landed after the battle was over and saw that Tiren was riding a Saur and it was so cool he decided to let the whole Legion ride them into battle. Tiran took command of his Legion and the sors were considered equal to the Astartes.

The Great Crusade

During the Great Crusade, Tiran adjusted easily to his Legion's role. The philosophy of his home planet's conquest carried over. The XVII Legion were not conquerors. They were there to unite. In some cases, this was achieved by their mere presence. In others, it required Tiran to meet and discuss with planetary leaders. In the remaining few, it required force. And the force of the Scale Bearers was devastating. Tiran led them on attack after attack, swiftly crushing planetary defenses and militias in quick and decisive battles. And as soon as a planet surrendered or accepted compliance, he was moving to the next.

He developed a deep hatred for the Orks. Their infestation of otherwise valuable planets was a thorn in his side, and their refusal to live in compliance with anything, even amongst themselves, created a deep-seated animosity in the Primarch. He would fervently attack any Orkish settlement as soon as he found one, and was known to drop everything to pursue a WAAAGH! in progress.

After the fall of Ullanor and Hektor's promotion to Warmaster, an urgent gathering of the War Council was assembled. In front of the collected Primarchs, a lone diplomat from Terra announced the War Council was to be dissolved. Leadership and major decisions were to be performed by the Council of Terra. The Warmaster was to keep his title and authority, but was still required to carry out the will of the Council. After a moment of stunned silence by the collected Primarchs, many acted out. Several yelled at the diplomat for wasting their time. Others viciously asked the purpose of such an idea. Some stayed quiet. Some argued that it was the Emperor's edict. As his brothers fought and argued, Tiran sat shocked at their reactions and behavior. Eventually he could take no more. The collected Primarchs slowly silenced and turned to him as he pounded his fist into the table in front of him. Many were shocked at the outburst of the normally agreeable Primarch. Once satisfied that his brothers gazed upon him, he stood and made his final statement in the War Council.

"I would like to start by thanking this man before us. He stands before what some may call demigods without armor or weapon to tell us this news. How many of you would do the same if we had to tell our father that he should not be conquering? This is courage. This is what drives man ever outwards. We are not the future. Men like this are. Many of you are confused and upset because you feel that we are being cast aside. I can only hope this is the case. It means our crusade is at an end! We are so close to uniting the last of the stars. When this is over, what will you do? Do you wish to rule? What right to you have to do so? Superior genetics? Strength of arms? How do these things help a man who cannot feed his family? A farmer whose crops die in drought? We are ultimate weapons of humanity, no more. The greatest ever created, and superbly designed, but mere weapons nonetheless. We have no place in peace. Some of you fear for this day. I welcome it. When we are no longer needed, then humanity will truly be king. We will be united. Our race will no longer fear the unknown, the xenos, the horrors of war. Children will never wont for food, and humanity will flourish. Perhaps you all should think on what to do in a world without war. Train your men to farm, to repair, to teach. Do not mistake this event for calamity, it is not. It is PROGRESS! And it shall be a better day when we are set aside. I know some of you still worry, but do not. We may be cast aside when we are successful, but our struggles, our losses, and our pain will NEVER be forgotten. With that, I thank you, and shall uphold the rulings of the Council of Terra."

The Hektor Heresy

As the Heresy broke out, Tiran was located in orbit around the planet Diamat whilst refitting and reassigning his marines. The XX Legion ambushed the fleet with their guard down, creating massive losses in the first salvo of combat. With his troops confused and disoriented, Tiran barely managed to cause them to regroup before fleeing into the warp. The short trip allowed them little leeway, as the enemy Legion found and renewed their attack shortly thereafter.

Tiran Osoros knew his fleet was in far worse shape than the Iron Rangers' fleet. He also knew that he stood a far better chance of defeating Primarch Merrill in ground combat, where he could bring strength, firepower, and Sors to bear, than in void warfare. He deployed to the moon below, ordering Brother Rychad Owain to take the fleet back to Loyalist Forgeworld Tigris and there attempt to repair and regroup. With Tiran was a large contingent Marines, led by his old friend Kratei Shias; a Company of Blackboot Riders with accompanying Sors; and a company of Battle-Bike Marines. They did not have long to wait, however, as the Iron Rangers' fleet arrived shortly and their Primarch, leading his Legion, made planetfall.

What unfolded over the next 12 hours was warfare at its most brutal. The Scale Bearers would ambush; the Iron Rangers would feint retreat and counter-ambush. Dozens of hand-to hand battles raged in the forests of Sorfall, each small group fighting to the last man against his foe. Primarch Tiran led several charges into the teeth of the enemy, taking wounds and losing Marines and Sors in the process. An assassin managed to get close enough to the Primarch to wound him grievously. Realizing the severity of the situation, Tiran led a handful of his most trusted warriors and charged the Iron Rangers' lines. The Traitor Marines fell back in an orderly fashion, opening a hole in their lines and allowing the Primarch to pass through. Primarch Merrill was waiting for him in a small clearing. The two finally faced in single combat. The fighting was so fierce that Marines of both Legions stopped to watch their gene-fathers fight to the death. Finally, Rogerius found an opening and drove the head of his broken spear into Tiran's skull. The elderly, enraged Keradops, seeing his master and oldest friend fall, rushed at the enemy with reckless abandon, felling dozens before finally being consumed in tank fire. The Iron Rangers fought what was left of the Scale Bearers, who, mad with grief and rage, sought to reclaim the body of their Primarch. The Traitor Legion departed Sorfall, leaving the remnants of the fallen Primarch's personal guard alone on the planet.

Post-Heresy

Ever since the Heresy, the Scale Bearers have been highly active in defending the Imperium from a number of threats, first and foremost the unending green tide of the Orks. Whenever the Iron Rangers have been found in realspace, the Scale Bearers and their successors have been known to deploy en masse to get revenge for their fallen Primarch. They have also seen limited deployment against a variety of other Xenos factions (including Eldar), and by the 41st Millenium have gained an intense dread of the all-devouring Tyranids - and not without cause, for the biology of the ever-important Sors could be disastrous in the hands of the Hive Mind.

The Second Founding saw several Successor Chapters formed from what was left of the Scale Bearers, including the Knights Saurian, Violet Serpents, and Ivory Lances.

Personality

He is friendly to all, human, marine, and Primarch alike. His even-tempered mannerisms may be considered weakness by some, but that and his stature belies a great strength and speed.

Appearance

Though Tiran is exceptionally short for a Primarch, standing a mere half-head taller than his marines, he is exceptionally bulky. He is dark-skinned, with his black hair tightly braided against his scalp in rows. He walks with a firm step, and seems perpetually ready to burst into a run or prepared to mount his Sor, Keradops.

Wargear

The Armor of Ankyros is a mighty suit of Power Armor. While perhaps not as ornamented as the armors of other Primarchs, the sturdy additional layer of plates on the back and the thickened ceramite make it extraordinarily difficult to pierce this shell. Preferring close combat where possible, Tiran Osoros wields the formidable Power Mace known as the Thagomizer. The Primarch's one concession to warfare in the 31st Millennium is a relic Plasma Pistol from the Dark Age of Technology. This incredible sidearm fires more powerful blasts than the standard Plasma gun, and is far less prone to overheating. As Tiran Osoros unified his planet he carried with him a stone knife, made by his own hand. Now this primitive blade, more accessory than weapon, sits on his belt as a reminder of who he is and where he comes from.