Heuring

Of the twenty Primarchs, none are quite like The Lion. Lion El’Jonson, like her sisters, was seperated and landed in the nation of Caliban, just off of Fontaine. Caliban is a wild land, filled with beasts and monsters that the Abyssal Order takes advantage of and mines from. The Lion was forced to fend for herself through her youth, battleing against these monsters with her raw strength and martial zeal. She was eventually found by a knight of Fontaine and adopted her. She swiftly rose through the ranks of the Knights of Caliban and became their Queen. She was found not long after by the Empress who took her back under her fold. While serving the Empress, Lion El’Jonson served with distinction. She was honorable, strong hearted, but also level headed. She was a fine warrior, who’s capabilities rivaled that of her strongest sisters. In fact, when Horus was named War Master, it was argued by some that Jonson should have been chosen instead. While visiting Mondstat, a great Abyssal

When the Empress’s daughters were separated, it became her goal to refind them and bring them back together. Most came willingly and without argument. But one daughter was not so won over. Angron was a warrior among warriors. Strong, powerful, and fearless. But when she had been separated, she had been found among the company of the Abyss Order. She was recognized immediately as a daughter of the Empress and a child of Celestia and was enslaved, beaten, tortured, and ridiculed. Constant magical experiments left Angron trapped in perpetual childhood, left a small girl, no higher than most 12 year olds. This mistreatment fed her anger, and her anger made her stronger. When her cage doors were opened to feed her, she would attack and brutally beat any Abyss agent who came into her cage. Her violent behavior became a source of pride and admiration for the other slaves of the Abyss. Soon she had become like a hero to them. Talk began of a revolt…a plan to rise against the Abyss. But then

The children of the Empress were bred for war and conquest. But even among the 20, none relished the Great Crusade as much as the fifth daughter; Jaghatai Khan. As beautiful and striking as she was ferocious, Jaghatai Khan loved the hunt…the adventure…and the battle. She was born for war…and she lived in it daily. Quiet and reclusive, Jaghatai was the silent sister. She was not outspoken, and unlike her sisters, she did not flaunt power, pass war treaties, or engage in pleasantries and festivals. Though she laughed at the thrill of battle, she was no mere wild berserker. In all things, The Great Khan seeks perfection, both in the blade and in deed. Discipline is the temper of all warriors, and she practiced it immensely. Jaghatai was strange to her sisters, always reserved and unwilling to rise to any real occasion. What was known is that Jaghatai valued speed. She could oft be seen atop an air bike, rushing through the battlefield with her White Scars Astartes with her, ravaging the