Dragons Fangs

Dragon Fangs
Number	-/-
Founding	First Founding
Successors of	N/A
Primarch	Ho-Sun, the Gold Serpent
Homeworld	Shi-re
Strength	Elite Elimination, Rapid Close-Quarters Combat
Specialty	The Duelist
Allegiance	Chaos
Colours	Gold and Jade

This page details people, events, and organisations from The /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe.

"Our Technique, Unmatched. Our Performance, Unforgettable"

The History of the Dragon Fangs

The Dragon Fangs are legion whose particularity is the sporting of a secret sword style named the Fang. Originating from the homeworld of the legion, this style makes the Dragon Fangs the unparalleled masters of one-on-one duels, as so they excel in the felling of the powerful enemies, guarantying their victories through the execution of the enemies' very best, demoralizing and decapitating their chain of command.

They Dragon Fangs are also the inheritors of a rich culture that not helped the birthing of the Fang style, but push any and all of its adherents to push themselves toward excellence, self-mastery and discipline, and prestige through attire.

Ho_Sun, the Gold Serpent, Primarch of the Dragon Fangs

Appearance

Asian, mix of Korea and Chinese lineage. Blond, short hair, gold eyes.

Youth

Ho-Sun, the Gold Serpent, landed on among the elitist, aristocratic people of the world of Shi-re. The people who discovered him were extremely suspicious of anyone that came from the outside, so the baby was to be cut down and left to rot. Fortunately the superhuman beauty of the Primarch stayed the hand of what would be his people.

Adopted into one of the most illustrious families of their clan, the primarch trained into the finer arts, he spent his life mastering the sword style of his people, a combination of fencing and Iaijutsu that was said to have no equal called the Fang, this martial style ensured the prosperity and influence his people had over the planet.

The primarch was born with a gift for swordplay, in the time it took people of his age to master of the style, he was already competing for the title of Grandmaster. Such a young individual competing for the highest title of their art offended and appalled a lot of people of his clan, thus the primarch suffered numerous assassination attempts. All failed in the bloodiest manner for the assassins. As the reports of those assassinations went public, the popularity of the Primarch skyrocketed among his people.

The Primarch finally became the Grandmaster against [TBD], the Immortal, and that after what was the most testing battle of his life. It is said that this was the first time the blood of the primarch was even drawn during a battle.

Soon after his ascension to the title of Grandmaster, a war broke out between Ho-Sun's clan and the major clans of the planet in what was essentially a rebellion. The Kamo clan controlled one of the most prosperous mines of the planet. The other clans were envious both of their riches and of their culture. The Kamo's clan had always been fair either to their workers or to the other clans, but they both in a sense of pride that was rampant on the planet ignored the good will of the Kamo.

They got the lowest workers of the Kamo to rebel against their former masters promising positions of power in the coalition that they would never have, and soon enough the Kamo were surrounded in their cities.

Despite being outnumbered, the Kamo opposed a relentless defense. Their fighting style allowed them to fight 5 fighters to 1, and the greatest fighters of the coalition were nowhere at the level of the Kamo's very best.

And that was until the Grandmaster joined the fray.

Ho-Sun, performed the one action that would turn the war around. In a series of rapid attacks against the leaders and honor guards of the coalition with a band of his most loyal Fangmates, he did not kill them, but Ho-Sun defeated each one of them in the most humiliating manner, he broke their wills and spirits through his swordplay but also through demonstrating the inherent superiority of the Kamo's swordplay and culture. The honor of each one of the leaders was shattered.

The coalition surrendered just after that daunting act of Ho-Sun. They submitted a request to serve under the Kamo but only if Ho-Sun was their leader. The Kamo recognizing the courage and valor Ho-Sun demonstrated during the conflict offered the Primarch the leadership of the clan.

The followings years saw the conquest of the entirety of the planet by the Kamo clan. Ho-Sun ascended again as the supreme ruler of Shi-re. He spread the cultivation of the Fang style all around the planet and through the sharing of resources enabled the culture of his clan to spread and flourish during his reign. People crowned him as the first Gold Dragon, both the Grandmaster and Ruler of Shi-re.

The Coming of the Emperor

The first meeting between the Emperor and his Son were through a duel. It is said that the Gold Dragon never drew his sword, for he spent the entirety of the match trying to find a hole in the Emperor’s stance. After a duel of wits and patience that lasted for hours. The Gold Dragon fell to his knees, mentally defeated, his sword unsheathed. He pledged allegiance to the Emperor before him revealing that he was one of his long lost sons.

Seeking the occasion to spread the beauty of his culture and further test and refine the Fangs style through more battles and more exotic opponents, the Gold Dragon accepted to follow the Emperor in his Crusade.

The Great Crusade

The Daemon Muse

During one of his conquest, the Primarch landed on a world unlike anything he had ever seen. Despite the barbaric level the population regressed to the planet showed signs of extreme technological advancement.

The inhabitants lived in a faste and oppulence he had seen on no world before. The days of those people were spent in mindless, compulsive research of pleasures and extreme sensations. Men and women copulating in the streets at the slightest opportunity, exulting in the loudest and more visceral cries the Primarch ever listened to, food orgies would be organized whenever one would go hungry, and city-wide concerts of the most extreme music would fill the void in between those activities. In the event those lost souls would go without something to enrapture them, they would lie there on the ground, looking with empty eyes at the horizon, a lack of war, predation, or fear of hunger have made them forget the need to care about anything other than mind-raping pleasure.

The planet of course offered no resistance to the Dragon Fangs, they offered far worse, an invitation.

The Primarch visited their society in peace, the native seeing in the Primarch an object of beauty that was worth getting on their side and their total lack of awareness made them oblivious to the military threat he and his forces were for their world. And thus the Primarch witnessed with its very eyes the extent to which the denizens would go to fill their days.

At the end of the visit, the Primarch was the guest of honor of a particualr performance. In the world's greatest arena their prefered blood sport was not a duel, but a massacre, one where a champion would cut down a mass of willing participants, each running toward him in a madness the Primarch could not comprehend. This seemed like the most prized event on the planet, with literally every soul in miles converging toward the arena in hope of being among those who could attend. The champion was a female warrior, but more noticeable than the champion was her sword.

The sword was an unparraleled work of art, immense but with a grace and elegance in its design that made it akin to the generous form of the most beautiful woman that could ever be. Its every move, whenever the sword would cutt the air, would unleash waves upon waves of the most soothing and beautiful sound one could hear. Despite all these, the sword was still a sword, and in its dealing of violence it was the also the most fearsome thing the Primarch ever witnessed.

The waves and steel of the sword would cut down the hordes of mad men and women who would throw themselves at it, each death making the audience erupt in chants and yells. The Primarch was not unaffected, as he could feel the "emotions" propagating from the sword with each death it would cause. Very soon, the patience of the Primarch was tested, Ho-Sun had came to a verdict in his mind, this world was lost, lost to what exactly he couldn't know, but never could this world be saved from it and be re-united back to the Imperium of Mankind.

His decision made, the Primarch jumped from his seat of honor down to the battle ground. He knew that the champion was the first one who had to defeated for the destruction of this world to be achieved. As soon he had touched ground, the mad people stopped in their tracks, the audience dead silent for the first time. And thus in a charge of steel and speed, Ho-Sun went straight for the Champion, as he did the crowd once again cheered in a more-than-ever intensified frenzy. The duel between the Primarch and the Champion began.

The Champion was the most dangerous creature beside the Emperor, Ho-Sun ever fought. Despite the peerless strikes the Primarch would point her way, the Champion dodged them in the most unnatural way possible. Her movements were erratic, chaotic, and yet gracious to a fault, but most of all, they were impossible! She would point her behind in front of the trust of his sword, only to have her body suddenly levitate and in a rotation of her whole, cut down the Primarch in a slicing arc. Her techniques were stupid in the eyes of an expert of swordmanship like Ho-Sun and yet the Primarch suffered slices after slices on its once pristine adamantine armor.

After cut, the audience would thrown in a more profound frenzy, soon the Primarch could only hear the overwhelming noises from the crowd. In front, the Champion was in a sort of trance, dancing even though she was in the middle of a deadly duel.

In a rallying moment, the Primarch shut down his senses. He sheated his swords and adopted a stance of focused attack. His every efforts focused on calming his mind, on isolating itself from the raging chaos around him, and yet still images of the CHampion could still be seen by him in his darkness. He noticed he could still perfectly sense the Champion, oddly enough. He was ready now, he had found the weakness in his enemy, he had to be the one defending, and he had to be in peace when not too long ago passion was guiding his hand.

Unlike the Emperor during their duel, who was like a ghost he could never perceive, no movement ever betraying the depth of his thoughts, no posture ever adopted and still an aura that showed no point where one could strike, unlike Him the Champion was all too transparent. Already, she had begin to become confuse at the behavior of her opponent. The apparent calm and serenity of the Primarch seemed to.. disturb her. Her dance stopped, instead she starting jumping around, yelling, crying??! Apparent rage could be felt in her voice now, a strike was imminent...

And strike she did.

In an aerial spin, the Champion came at Ho-Sun, her sword, coming the right, pointing straight at his head.

With a focus of lethal precision, the Primarch opposed his right-handed main sword, Divine Moon to the pointing edge of the Champion's sword. The shock between the swords emitted a wave of force that was felt through the arena, cutting down the remainder of the madmen who were still on the ground. The force of the shock was such that Divine Moon could not withstand it. The Primarch's sword shattered in pieces, an event that, if the mind of the Primarch was not isolated from it, would have crushed his spirit.

But the Champion was not done, in an unnatural display of agility, one no one could have ever predicted, she came with another attack this one falling in a vertical slice right to the Primarch's head.

His first sword still in its parrying position, his eyes still shut, his senses still calm, his mind still purely focused, the Primarch did a slight, single step to the left.

The Champion's attack entirely missed, for the first time in their duel, the Champion's strike did not meet the Primarch's armor. The window of opportunity was there, wide open.

Opening his eyes, focusing all his being in this one single strike, the Primarch unsheated Radiant Sun. In a wide, slicing arc, the sword sliced right accross the Champion's neck, severing her body from her head. Blood flowed from her open arteries and mingled with the blood of the hundred of people already lying. In a last display of strangeness, the body of the Champion landed on its feet, and embarked in its last dance, as her head laid there still singing a now mute song, before falling.

The Primarch had won. But the price of victory was terrible. Divine Moon, the sword that saw him crowned as the Grandmaster was shattered to an irrecuperable state, for a member of the Kamo clan, there was no greater shame than having a sword destroyed. But still he was alive, and its enemy was defeated. The prize for his victory would now be that sword of strange powers, for to leave without nothing but a sword destroyed would have been a shame the Primarch could never support.

And such the Muse met the Primarch.

The Fall

Under the influence of the Daemoness in the Sword, Ho-Sun will fall closer and closer to Chaos, in thoughts if not in acts. As the Primarch became corrupted, he also grew more and more intolerant of the cultures encountered in his conquest. If those failed to either impress or amuse him, the Primarch would proceed to a systematic destruction of anything belonging or defending those cultures.

Legion Organisation

Specialist Ranks

X The specialists.