The band of the Skin Crawler

The remnants of the 33rd

“ It’s crawling in my skin, these wounds will never heal”

- Konrad Curze to Nadigrath, captain of the 33rd company .
The 33rd’s demise
As he stood in the command room of the eternal demise, Nadigrath paid no attention to
the movimentation in the crew stations, with closed eyes, his mind wandered to the past as
it always did, back to Nostramo, back to a time when he worked for any crime syndicate or
individual who needed to learn the truth from someone stubborn enough to warrant his
presence. Torture was his art, his ultimate expression, since a young age he knew his ways
around the human body like no other in the citie’s egde; poking, tearing, scraping his
subjects until they spilled all they knew.
After he was sent to join the legion of the fabled Night haunter he became even more
proficient in his craft, drawing the attention of Konrad, his gene father, gaining the title of
Skin Crawler, later becoming the captain of the 33rd company due to his accomplishments
in the great crusade.
Nadigrath’s memory exercise continued, crawling it’s way through his mind until it finally
reached the most pivotal moment of his life as a legionary, the bittersweet victory in isstvan
IV, the crushing defeat in the Thramas Crusade and the siege of Terra, shortly after the
return of the legion to Tsagualsa Nadigrath was ordered by Curze himself to lead the 33rd
company to assault the ultramarines’ vanguard fleet in the Anseladon sector alongside the
captains Krieg Acerbus, Fal Kata and Jakr.

“We are everything our father hated in this Legion, murderers, torturers, robbers, the
criminal scum that the Night Haunter always sought to extinguish from the streets of
Nostramo. The prophet, the War-sage and others might speak of honor, of glorious
purpose and vengeance, but I reject all of that, for Curze rejected us the night he ordered
the burning of our Homeworld, and once again when he sent us to die in a pointless battle!
For those reasons, brothers, for those reasons tonight we paint our hands red and set to sail
the stars to never come back, twice renegade we are, let’s set fire in this rotten Empire our
own way, not tied to illusions of false past glories and a hypocrite primarch we shall embrace
our nature in our wake! ”

- Nadigrath, captain of the 33rd company.

Now the Skin Crawler grinned at these memories, basking himself at the expense of his
ancient glories as he always did, slowly opening his eyes again to face the occulus screen, the
tinged red purple of the warp filling the view.

Current winds
THEY HATE BLACK TEMPLARS THEY HATE IMPERIAL FISTS
THEY ARE CURRENTLY FIGHTING AGAINST THE PUGEOVER A STOCK OF VIRUS
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