#ironsong

[phantaskicks]

Vaelus & Thaisha ship name

I do like Vaesha as a ship name - however.

So far a lot of the Seekers' ships have had more metaphorical names like Knightingale or Knightsong.

So I propose either Steelsong (lean more towards this one) or Ironsong for them!

Please let the sapphics have a beautiful metaphorical ship name

[deimos-awaits]

Ironsong Initiate One

A short clip about an Ironsong Aspirant

Theophilus Attaliates was a child. He was a child of Astraea from the half of the world that had developed lush verdant forests instead of nigh endless pillars of choking industry. He had been selected the way his half of the world had selected all of their aspirants, one of a hundred victors of a biennial athletic competition. Now he was standing within the Spine of the Emperor, that vast mountain range that divided his world in half. Nineteen times his homeworld had orbited its star, fourteen standard terran years.

The Fortress-Monastery of the Ironsong Chapter was beautiful. Porfyropaláti in the heart of the Spine of the Emperor was a beautiful work of art. It was vast and made for a scale of human that Theophilus was not on, and hopefully would become. There were vast pink and purple tapestries gracing half the hall and the other half was raw industrial machinery that worked in a perfect precision. It was a strange room, the entrance hall of the chapter where he stood with nearly 200 other youths.

He missed his mother in Novos Athoni. He missed their small hab unit and the sounds the water purifier made. He missed attending services at the Temple of the Machine-God-Made-Flesh, he missed his gothic lessons. He missed playing in the market.

He had never been away from his family for this long and was beginning to be dimly aware that after weeks being screened and tested for diseases and other maladies, that he might never do so again.

Theophilus knew this was supposed to be an honor, it was it was, but he still was nervous.

Theopholius was torn out of his thoughts by a giant of space marine in front of him. The man, at least Theopholius assumed he was. The space marine was arrayed with a number of mechanical arms, and from what Theopholius could see a false leg. The marine took off his helm and Theopholius was also able to make out. He had beautiful white hair and violet eyes. In that respect he looked similar enough to the few Ironsong he had been blessed with seeing.

The marine did not have the voice Theophilius expected. He spoke steadily and with a mesmerizing voice. Everyone present even the other marine guards seemed to follow his words. “Aspirants! I am Strategos Siderénia Teleiótita of the Tenth Themata. You will be presented to the Artificer-Despot in the coming weeks. As of now you are the worthy two hundred of this year, this generation’s greatest and strongest. You see around you you future siblings in arms.”

Theopholius’s eyes widened. He felt like his soul was being stared into.

“You have spent the last few weeks being cleared medically and spiritually. Those of you that survive, for it is not guaranteed that all of you will, will be inducted into the Ironsong Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. It will not be pleasant. You will be becoming the Emperor’s Angels of Death!”

The room was dead silent as the Strategos let what he had said sink in. “As you go from aspirants to neophytes to full fledged Battle-Brothers, you will be assigned to my Themata. You will be under my wings, and I swear by the Machine God that I will do all within and even beyond my power to take the worthy among you to live up to the name of our genefather Ferrus Manus!”

Much later when they had each been assigned to their bunk and given schedules for the next seeable features of their lives, Theophilus. On the way to the dormitories he'd seen a chapel dedicated to the emperor. That was where he went; he was a faithful and loyal servant after all.

The young boy, for he was not yet a man depending on what happened may never become a man, he knelt in prayer he knelt before an icon of the throne of the emperor of mankind where his halves were on display here and human and machine were glorified.

Theophilus mumbled and started over prayer sent a thousand times before never before alone though. And after some period of time and contemplation he heard the door open. You turned to see who it was realizing just now what kind of offense that this might be.

It was the strategos from earlier in the day.

He smiled almost kindly at the boy stripped of the armor wearing more traditional clothing for their home planet though you greatly scaled up to accommodate his size. “Aspirant Theophilus?”

The boy did his best sign of the Aquila and stood at firm attention though he was so clearly shaking. “Strategos Teleiótita!”

The older space Marine did not display the harshness of face that Theophilus was worried about. “You are brave to break your curfew on the first night already. Why?”

The office did not know why but he felt no fear looking at the man. “I was scared, sir!”

“Scared of what? You're in one of the most secure places in the segmentum, aspirant.”

“I… this is my first time away from home sir!”

The Elder sigh eand sat down in one of the pews. “You're lucky that you found me instead of any one of my brothers. Come sit with me we will pray. I remember what it was like to leave.”

Theophilus did as was asked. “Is it as dangerous as you said, sir?”

“More so. Theophilus if you wish you can be sent home you have gone through no trials. It will be no shame to you nor your family.”

“No sir! I want to serve the emperor sir!” This was obviously a test and one that he would pass.

“Of that I have no doubt. Have you any knowledge of the Benedictions of the Machine?”

The younger one of the two shook his head. “Then let us begin.”

[machinespirited]

My personal rule when it comes to shipping astares is that it's only gross if they have the same primarch. Which is to say i will be thinking about Ironsingers and one of the Walfänger making out today at work. Probably Siderenia and Ahab.

[knightinkosherarmour]

Finally decided a name for my Emperor's Children loyalists that masquerde as sons of Ferrus Manus, the Ironsong Chapter.

This is what I am going to aim for a basic color scheme

Basic ideas about the Ironsong

They have no librarians, the OG EC viewed them as a mutation that was a flaw in the way of perfection and I think the Ironsong Chapter would agree

Their chapter master's title is Artificer. They similar to the Sons of the Gorgon have a close relationship to the Adeptus Mechanicus

The fact that they are sons of Fulgrim is only known to the ten company heads and the Chapter Master, as well as their Mechanicus allies from Deimos who watch their geneseed for taint.

They have a tidally locked homeworld, where one half is a forge world, and the other is essentially a paradise world. They view recruiting aspirants from both equally as important and always have two battle brothers inducted at once one from each half

Their chapter master rules the homeworld from a monastery in the part of the planet where the two halves meet. In the battlebarge they have, there is a throne made of old artillery pieces they have captured. They are no longer kept loaded after a friendly fire incident killed their first Chapter Master

They have friendly relations with the Iron Hands and their successors. The Ultramarines have mistaken them for chaos marines at one point and had their first interchapter incident.

The role of techmarine and chaplin have been ruled into one in this chapter

[beskarberry]

I've been informed at my headcanon of Ironsong has gained a lil bit of popularity in the fandom and while I'm not trying to trademark it or anything I would just ADORE if you tagged me in your fics when you use it!

[dksartz]

a young tony cat in the warrior cats au :3 

savannah cat kitten (when he’s a kittypet + showcat-to-be?) :0

his tag says TONY :D

[r2ruen]

BRICK.

AGE: 46 HT: 7′4″ WT: ≈235 lbs.

It’s been over a year since I first drew up the concept for the ol’ Quartermaster of Ironsong. And since he’s making another appearance in C&F RP things (and I have way more of an idea of who he is now), I wanted to give it another go (and actually put some dedicated time into it)!

I have no idea how to gun, so I just googled ‘magitek pistol’ and this worked for me and yeah. 

I wanted to keep the concept of having a full covered jaw/lower lip of scales, but altered it so it made more sense in my mind? Harder scales would probably make it a WEE DIFFICULT to form different sounds--which I couldn’t allow for my pro whistler™--so I softened them up in what my head is probably more similar to snake skin. Scale-y but soft. 

Eyebrows are overrated.

[deimos-awaits]

My work today in Strategos Adri Profi off the Ironsong's Third Themata