Heretic Astartes: Alpha Legion

The Underharrow

Mercenaries? So the Underharrow purport to be, serving whoever can meet their price. The truth may be something else, of course, as with anything connected to the Alpha Legion. 

Over many years, Escryx Seed and his legion have burrowed into numerous Imperial sectors. Their cults and cells are inumerable, hidden and waiting to strike once the price is met and the word given. Seed has an implacable hatred of the mindless and corrupt Imperial rule, a tyranny he will see dissolved and shattered, although he has no care for what might replace it. 

The Underharrow's payments are seldom in coin. Rather, they request a variety of esoteric goods such as Skolve powder, particular vintages of Amasec from the Bruge Cluster or Mombassan-manufactured rockrete solvents. Hard to aquire in bulk, but for those willing to obtain them, well worth the effort. 

Their scheming is thought to be behind events as diverse as the recent reappearance of Waargh Bludteef on Bagot Prime, the T'Pau invasions into the Rylstone System and even the loss of Averment, each a nail in the Imperium's coffin. The Underharrow have even worked with Recongregator Inquisitors in the past, perhaps even with their knowledge. 

Their current whereabouts is unknown, although a series of thefts of mining equipment in the Drawbridge system may be a clue...

HQ

• Chaos Lord
• Chaos Terminator Lord
• Master of Possession
• Lord Discordant
• Chaos Sorcerer
• Fabius Bile
• Daemon Prince

Troops

• 6 x Chaos Space Marines
• 6 x Chaos Space Marines
• 21 x Cultists (up to 60, in fact, with proxies)

Elites

• 5 x Possessed
• Helbrute
• 10 x Noise Marines
• 5 x Terminators
• 6 x Chosen Headhunters

Fast Attack

• 3+ Chaos Spawn

Heavy Support

• 3 x Obliterators
• Venomcrawler

Dedicated Transport

• Haganax pattern Termite Assault Drill
• Rhino

Eskryx Seed, Chaos Lord

Ill doom is mine
To war against my people and my King

Escryx Seed in Terminator Armour

Stay, stay him! he defileth heavenly things
With earthly uses

Escryx Seed with Mindveil Relic

The moony vapour... made him gray
And grayer, till himself became as mist
Before her, moving ghostlike to his doom.

Nufarius Slein, Master of Possession

Ye yourself

Know well that Envy calls you Devil's son,

And since ye seem the Master of all Art,

They fain would make you Master of all vice

Kaskardian Vayle, Lord Discordant

High on a nightblack horse, in nightblack arms,

With white breast-bone, and barren ribs of Death,

And crowned with fleshless laughter — some ten steps —

In the half-light — through the dim dawn — advanced

The monster, and then paused, and spake no word.

Fabius Bile

 I culled the spring

That gathered trickling dropwise from the cleft,

And made a pretty cup of both my hands

And offered you it kneeling: then you drank

And knew no more!

Hydratus Rex, Daemon Prince

He walked with dreams and darkness, and he found

A doom that ever poised itself to fall

Squad Speria, Chaos Space Marines

Knights

Once thine, whom thou hast loved, but grosser grown

Than heathen, spitting at their vows and thee.

Squad Iotus, Chaos Space Marines

For friend and foe were shadows in the mist,

And friend slew friend not knowing whom he slew

Pasquard Chysian, Heavy Weapon Specialist

A man of plots,
Craft, poisonous counsels, wayside ambushings

The Seventh Man

I swore by the scorpion-worm that twists in hell,
And stings itself to everlasting death,
To hang whatever knight of thine I fought

Cultists

...the hollow helmets of the fallen,

And shivered brands that once had fought with Rome

But call not thou this traitor of my house
Who hath but dwelt beneath one roof with me.

A heathen horde, 
Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood

The Rampage of Scardrassus, Possessed

a woodman there

Reported of some demon in the woods

Was once a man, who driven by evil tongues

From all his fellows, lived alone, and came

To learn black magic, and to hate his kind

With such a hate, that when he died, his soul

Became a Fiend

The Dweller in Chains, Hellbrute

I have not lived my life delightsomely:

For I that did that violence to thy thrall,

Had often wrought some fury on myself

The Orphaeus Complex, Noise Marines

and from them rose
A cry that shivered to the tingling stars,
And, as it were one voice, an agony
Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills
All night in a waste land, where no one comes,
Or hath come, since the making of the world.

Squad Nessus, Lernean Terminators

Yay, they would pare the mountain to the plain
to leave an equal baseness

Squad Slerrifex, Chosen Headhunters

They grew up to wolf-like men,
Worse than the wolves.

Chaos Spawn

for lo! we look at him,
And find nor face nor bearing, limbs nor voice,
Are like to those of Uther whom we knew.

The Blackfire Trial, Obliterators

His countenance blackened, and his forehead veins

Bloated, and branched.

Steelcreech, Venomcrawler

...a gilded summer fly

Caught in a great old tyrant spider's web,

Who meant to eat her up in that wild wood

Without one word.

Haganax pattern Termite Assault Drill

Ah little rat that borest in the dyke

Thy hole by night to let the boundless deep

Down upon far-off cities while they dance

Rhino

  Black as the harlot’s heart—hollow as a skull!