Hekwet T'Varos

A rare pict-capture of Lord Magister Hekwet T'Varos.

**Hekwet T'varos** is the founder and self-proclaimed Lord Magister of the warband the Tizcan Anathemas and a fearsome warrior-sorcerer amongst his remaining brothers. Ever since his perceived failure during the Burning of Prospero, Hekwet has quested to rectify his sins by rewriting time itself. Such a qyest is not easily done, and as such even after ten-thousand years Hekwet has made small advancements towards his final goal. Not to be disuaded, Hekwet continues to sow havoc and war to further his ultimate plan, no matter the expense.

## History

### Pre-Astartes and Initiate Life

Hekwet T'Varos was born too a noble-caste family on Prospero in the 945.M30 and was soon selected to be a part of the XV Legion for his pyskic talents. Surpassing all the early trials and showing some promise, hekwet was taken under the apprenticeship of a Terran-Born veteran of the Legion A'nue T'Koth. For years he was trained in the philosophical, martial, scholary, and arcane to become the best he could be. It was all cut short however when in a particulary violent battle, A'nue was slain at the hands of an Eldar farseer during a battle in a mystic library. This would leave Hekwet irrevocably damaged as his closest brother up to that point was taken and the vaneer of the invincible angels of death was broken.

During his time as an iniate, he would be inducted into the Order of Blindness by Amon to become a recon agent for the legion. He would go on many perilous information gathering missions and infiltration missions. Though not of the Athenaean Cult, Hekwet was skilled in such activities. His time in the order was relatively short, however, for he would age into a full-blown line astartes.

### Great Crusade

Hekwet's first major campaign with his Legion would be the taking of the planet Aghoru. He would be near fatally injured by one of the titanic guardians, but saved by the efforts of a VII Legion Sergeant Fygard Oathsworn. The Space Wolf Sergeant would lose his own life in the effort, being struck in the skull by stray shuriken. Though the battle was won by the two forces combined efforts, Hekwet would not see the rest of the campaign as he lay in a comatose state aboard a legion vessel so the Pavoni Apothecaries may do their work in peace.

Hekwet would make an eventual recovery in time to be able to participate in the campaign for Heliosa. The warzone, nicknamed "Shrike" after the birds of prey that incessantly attacked the Prosperine Spire-Guard forces present, was a taxing one for Hekwet like many of his brothers. Forced to continuesly attack to keep the Space Wolf forces, the typically more martially oriented astarte Hekwet would find himself relying more and more on his powers to carry him to victory against the foe. He would take part in the final assualt spearheaded by the Thousand Sons and the methodical skirmishes that followed their landings. After the day seemed one, Hekwet would stand amongst his kin to protect a great library. To his and the rest of those present's horror, the flesh-change would reamerge starting with the unfortunate Hastar. Total war between the two legions was only stopped by Lorgar Aurelian, who was able to calm both Magnus and Leman Russ. The incident would haunt Hekwet as what he had thought of as some long past horror had returned to curse the legion once again.

Decades later in the early part of 999.M30 Hekwet T'Varos would, having risen to the rank of a Shai-Captain of the 2nd Fellowship, take the reins of a small fleet to continue participating in the Great Crusade as his primarch made heading for the Council of Nikaea. He would link up with the Iron Warriors 162nd Great Company and their Warsmith Atlas Ethimule and they would set off towards the galactic west. It wouldn’t be until 002.M30 that he learned of thr news of the Edict of Nikaea, and his Primarch orders to return to Prospero. With reluctance, he left the Iron Warriors to make way back to Prospero with all haste, but it would not be until the early months of 004.M31 he would make it.

### Burning of Prospero

Hekwet had been back in Tizca for but a week when the Bombardment began. Taken by surprise, for any attack should have been foreseen by the Corvidae, it was all the Raptorae cult as a whole could do to cast a Kine Shield across the entire City of Light to prevent any damage from the bomb. From his his view atop the Raptora Pyramid, he saw the his beloved world reduced to ash. The Prosperine Spire-Guard were mobilized almost at once, but much to the frustration of Hekwet, the astartes were held back. No word had come from Magnus, or any of the Captains of the Fellowship, and nothing would come for what felt like hours. Then the word came, Phosis T’Kar ordered the full mobilization of the 2nd Fellowship, they were going to war.

As frantic reports of the enemy came in, the suspicions of some but worst fear of all came to fruition. It seemed as though Leman Russ and his barbarian sons had slipped the Emperor’s leash to slay their hated kin for no other reason then superstition. Hekwet T’Varos led his circle into one of the many portal-mazes under the city of Tizca. At first, per the orders of Ahzek Ahriman, they focused on evacuating the civilian populace who were being slaughtered by the Space Wolves. Small skirmishes broke out with those VIIIth Legionaries who strayed to far forwards into the waiting ambushes of the Thousand Sons. Their Corvidae’s foresight now proved most useful to ambushing the foe’s with minimum casualties. Though the Thousand Sons were forced back, the Space Wolves were being bled dry, and victory seemed possible. That was, until, the rest of the “Censure Host” joined the battlefield.

Broken reports of Custodes deployment alongside the accursed null maidens began to flood in. Thousand Son legionaries who were so used to fighting with the arcane found their powers gone by the Sisters of Silence blankness, and the Custodes quickly dispatched all who sought to face them. Hekwet was leading a horde of civilians through one of the Portal Mazes when a crash sounded through the underground cavern. Wulfen followed by Custodes and Sisters of Silence began flooding through a hole in the roof to slaughter the fleeing people, and despite the best efforts of the Thousand Sons, they could not stop them. Forced to retreat, Hekwet pushed who he could into the portal, but as he entered, an explosion damaged the frame. Upon entry, he fell into a void of dancing light and void black darkness that enveloped him entirely.

### The End and the Beginning

Hekwet T’Varos awoke suddenly in a field of glass grass. The sky above swirled with malefic powers that caused him to reel vomit a blue paste over the glass. The name came to him then, Sortiarius, though he didn’t know what it meamt. Hekwet began to wander the planes, watching the ground beneath him change form and shift every passing moment. Chittering laughter filled his ears, whispers of a fool and of betrayal. The whispers were interrupted by the clap of thunder that shook Hekwet to his bones. What seemed like miles away a whirlwind of light stretched to the sky, coruscating lightning streaking through it. A shriek rose above everything, Hekwet felt his mind opening to another, and his soul being filled with the purest of power.

He took a single step forward, unable to control his own body, and the distance what seemed like miles closed to but a few steps. The sound was deafening even through his helm, and before him, in the center of a circle of astartes, Ahriman floated. He chanted the names of his brothers, all of them, and every name sent a beat of new power through Hekwet. Shouting drew his attention, and he saw with dull confusion as a figure yelled at Ahriman, begged him to stop. Two more astartes appeared, gunning straight for Ahriman as the original figure began fighting someone who Hekwet recognized as Sanahkt. As the astarte reached Ahriman, the sound reached its pinnacle, and the world broke as all the lightning that had built up in the vortex above crashed over the planet striking every legionary. For a moment all was silent, then the galaxy shrieked.

Hekwet T’Varos would never be able to recount what happened right after the casting of the Rubric, never truthfully at least. The world spun endlessly as energy danced across his armor which had been bleached white by some arcane force. He only caught a glimpse of the Crimson King as he moved upon Ahriman and his Cabal. He tried and failed to speak, he could hardly breath. He watched as the Crimson King face turned from sullen to rage-filled in a heartbeat, and saw as Ahriman and his cabal disappeared in flashes of light. Then, a cloud of dust obscured all, and Hekwet submitted to the fatigue that had taken hold of him like a light switch.

The aftermath of Ahriman’s rubric was a chaotic and confusing time for all of the Legion as they came to grips with the new creatures, dubbed Rubricae, that their brothers had become. Amidst the struggles for power, Hekwet began to gather small influence. Ihsan Rose, Hekwet’s closest brother, had survived the burning of Prospero and taken the reigns of what remained of the 171st “Circle of Iniage” in their Shai-Captain’s presumed death. Hekwet found his brother in the ruins of Tizca, now scores with the broken shells of the second battle in Tizca where Ihsan relinquished command of who remained to Hekwet. Ihsan also filled Hekwet into what had happened since his disappearance, retelling events from the breaking Magnus on Prospero to the death of Horus and the Emperor. Rightfully overwhelmed, and seeking to see what remained of the Galaxy after such a catastrophic war, Hekwet rallied his remaining circle with their rubricae circle to reenter real space.

### The River of Time

The event's of Prospero haunted Hekwet for many decades, replaying in his mind again and again every time he closed his eyes. So bad was his guilt that he carved out his own eye to pay some penance for his percieved penance. He would delve into the warp for hours at a time, searching for a way to undo what had happened all those years ago. He would comeupon a rumour during these travels, spoken by demons in hushed whispers, a tale of a river that was the flow of time itself. Hekwet would set out alone to find this river, hunting down any tracesof it. The trail would lead him to none other then aconclave of exiles of the Legion, the *Brotherhood of Dust* as they has dubbed themselves. Lead by the former 9th Captain Amon, this conclave of Sorcerers had set out to undo the Rubric of Ahriman, so Ahriman they hunted. Amongst them was a adept of the Pyrae Cult named Tolbek, a formerally of Ahriman who had during the Heresy assisted Ahriman on a quest to reunite the shattered soul of their Primarch. During this quest, they had encountered the rumoured time-stream in the form of a river and entered, living to tell the tale.An audience was granted with Tolbek, and in exchange for a blood debt, the Pyrae would reluctantly give the general location of where he and Ahriman's Cabal had found it.

With this information Hekwet set off travelling through the Immaterium. It would be many years before he would reach his destination. The entrance to this river was small, guarded by a cloaked figure who welcomed Hekwet on approach. The figure beckoned Hekwet to divolge his reason for being here, and chuckled as the Sorcerer debated on what to say with himself. Hekwet would tell him only that he was searching redemption and the figure nodded, apparently content with the answer giving. Guidied forth to the banks of a river of kaleidoscopic liquid that shimmered even without light to relfect. With hesitation, he strode into the liquid, step by now excruciating step. Astartes gear can survive much and is resistant against the vacuum of space, but to say the river was freezing would be an understatement. Bone-chilling could seeped through him, sending spasms up and down his body. His chest contracted until he couldnot breath, his eyes watered, he could barely think. Still the sorcerer marched deeper and deeper into the pool until he was suddenly in a white void. Tenitis filled his ears, then he was standing in the wreckage of a room fit for a figure double his size. Wind swept against him, causing him to stagger into the remnants of a shattered mirror.

Looking to where the gust had come from, he saw with no small degree of horror and amazement, the burning city of Tizca. The view was partially obscured by smoke and ash that formed clouds in the sky, and bolts of lightning that formed from...below his view. Hekwet rushed forward to a open and saw a figure reathed in Lightning float downwards. It clicked then, he was atop the mighty Pyramid of Photep, the figure descending was his father. Hekwet cried out a warning, begging his father not to go. Whether Magnus did not hear or did not care would never be answered for Hekwet, at least yet. He watched with a sob choked in his neck as his father fought against Leman Russ, watched as they traded blow after blow. With a final cry of defiance he lept from the balcony to join his brothers, any hesitance now gone to the back of his mind. He would never reach the ground, for as heheard the sickening crunch of the Crimson King's spine snapping, the world around him folded into nothing as his vision faded to black. Hekwet would reawaken on a shore of sand, his mucles aching and his voice strained. Around him, a world of grass and sand and ocean, of beuaty. Hekwet found it revolting, that a world could be attempt to replicate the beauty of Prospero. Hekwet picked himself up and began to wander, a plan formulating in his mind with each step.

### Visions and Demons

Many millennia later, Hekwet T'Varos had cemented his Warband's place in the Galaxy with many victories (and defeats) under his belt. Whilst meditating upon the peak of his pyramid on Tahaddine Primus, a vision came to the Sorcerer. It showed him a future where he was the saviour of the Legion, a legend amongst the warriors of Chaos, and a commander of a new Legion to kill the hypocrit Corpse-Emperor. When he awoke, two thoughts were most pressing in his mind: "Is this my future?" and "82-13". The former was quickly oushed aside for the latter thought, for it was no mere random set of numbers, it was the designation of a planet. Cautious to walk into a possible trap, Hekwet would send scouting parties to the world to assess any threats. None were found, and so the Lord Magister set out, a coven of sorcerers at side, to explore the planet themselves.

82-13 was alive, and as the sorcerers landed they felt the ground pulse with unnatural life. What had reportedly been a mere fuedal-world was mutated into some abomination of the warp, tainted past saving. A demon appeared before the sorcerers, explaining that it would be there guide to some entity called Neheht'rath. Into crystal caverns they went, led deeper into the living core of the planet, until Hekwet and his sorcerers reached wooden door fit a single astartes to enter. Their guide beckoned for Hekwet to enter, and having come too far to quite now, he would pass through the door into a void of darkness. A voice spoke to him then, booming through his mind like the firing of artiller right by his skull. It offered to grant Hekwet's greatest desires at the price of his eternal servitude. Hekwet would deny the demon, seeking instead to bind the demon to his own will. A battle would ensue, and hours later, Hekwet would emerge from the chamber bloodied but victorious. The Demon was bound to the staff, and in exchange for it's life, it had given Hekwet a nam: Kythor Hollum. Out of sight, the demon grinned from within it's new home, watching as these arrogant sorcerers fell into it's schemes.

### Kythor Hollum

The finding of Kythor Hollum was a drawn out and vexing affair for all involved. Consulting creatures of the warp, Hekwet would find him to be a fellow astartes, a son of Lorgar to be precise, and enthralled to the Black Legion as a Dark Apostle. Knowing he would never come by choice, Hekwet concocted a plot. Sending an emmissary to broker some sort of mutually beneficial deal with the Warmaster. In exchange for their assistance during the upcoming Fourth Black Crusade, Hekwet would gain favor with Abbadon the Despoiler. So he once again he mobilized his warband to travel to join with the Battlefleet before the crusade began.

Weeks later, the battlefleet would come into contact with the defense fleet of Imperials. During the void-battle that followed Hekwet would locate the vessel, named the Glorious Violence, bearing Hollum. Subtly, he would maneuver his own vessels to blockade the Glorious Violence into a deathtrap, and they watched as it was torn apart by torpedoes and plasma-lances. As the ship crumbled, he would teleport aboard, finding the nowwounded Dark Apostle. Portraying himself as a saviour, he beckoned forth his cousin, but the Dark Apostle saw through the disguise. He had been on the bridge, he had seen his supposed allies' vessels blocked any hope of survival. The Dark Apostle lashed out with chainsword and magik, howling about his betrayal of the Warmaster. Hekwet would disarm Hollum with a blast of pyskic might, crippling him in the process. As the ship fell apart, they both would disappear in another flash of kaleidoscopic light as poth were teleported back to Hekwet's ship. They would imprison him in the deepest dungeons, removing his hands and feet before nailing him to the walls of a chamber. There Hollum was left for the remainder of the Fourth Black Crusade before his interrogation, referred to as the Breaking of Hollum.

### The Foretoken

In the current age, Hekwet has set his sights upon a new goal. The Foretoken, a chaotic counterpatch the the noble Death Watch, was brought into the mind's eye of Hekwet whilst he sailed the warp. The bound demon spoke of someone who might serve well amongst his ranks, one who could be of unimaginable importance in the years to come. So he set off, resting control of his warband in the hands of the Shai-Captains so that he may search in peace. After years of travel, he finally found the Crimson Heart, The homeworld of the Foretoken. He landed, and using what he had managed to learn, hunted down and slayed a Chimera. He would gain entrance to the warband and finally could begin his search for whatever, or, whoever he had heard whispers of.

## Appearance

Hekwet rarely removed his helm in earnest, though it does turn translucent when he wishes. His face is, to all non-pyskers, is pristine and chiseled like that of a statue. Short brown hair flows across his head, and hundreds of ever changing Tizcan runes are tattooed along his face in arcanely significant patterns. His right eye is gone, carved out by his own blade after the fall of Prospero, and his left eye is an orb of emerald warp-fire faintly resembling that of an eye. Too other pyskers, however, his face is a twisted and mutated mess too terrible to gaze upon for long lest madness overcome them.

Hekwet's armor is decorated in the colors of his warband, stark white with golden livery. His left shoulder pad is painted to honor his legion and their new allegiance to Tzeentch, though if it has anything to do with true worship or some just a superficial symbol of allegiance can be only speculated upon by those not close with the Lord Magister.

## Personality

Hekwet can be described by his Warband's title, the Tizcan Anatathemas, for he is an anathema in of himself. At one moment, he may be a genuinely compassionate figure, the next a cold-blooded killer. It can be reasoned that this seeming fracture of his mind is a result of years in the depths of the warp, or perhaps some other event may be the reason he appears so fragmented. Hekwet does have some constantbehaviors, though, like an ever thirsting need to prove he is the smartest in the room. He prefers to be well kept and clean, only allowing his most trusted serfs clean his armor under the pretense if his armor is not spotless, they will serve as the next sacrificial thrall.

## Abilities and Traits

Like all of his surviving brothers, Hekwet is a skilled pysker and warrior. Once an adept of the Raptora cult, he specializes most in the art of telekinesis, able to summon kineshields and manipulate matter to his will. He too has made a point of excelling in martial prowess, becoming a skilled duelist to match any foe at range and melee whenever he needs.

## Mutations

Hekwet T'Varos' armor, besides his helm, is permenantly grafted to his very being.

## Gifts of Chaos

Hekwet is able to summon crystaline wings that sprout from his back that allow him limited flight.

## Equipment

### Armour

* **Mk. IV Achea Pattern (Artificer):** Formed on the base of Hekwet's original Artificer armor, this armor has evolved and grown much like it's bearer, and is melded to him like a layer of ceramite skin.

### Used Weapons

* **Staff of the Raptorae:** The personal staff of Hekwet fashioned from his original Heqa Staff, remnants from the Pyramid of Photep, arcane materials, and a bound demon of Tzeentch. The gem at the staff's head is, much to the disbelief of those who are privied to such knowledge, an Aeldari Soul Stone containing the screaming soul of a felled Farseer. All together it allows for significant channeling of his pyskic might into devasting attacks.

* **Son of Change:** A khopesh created by the hands of some of the most skilled Dark Mechanicum forgers under the rule of Vashtor, the *Son of Change* blade is a work of terrible art. Activated only by the hand of Hekwet himself, each landed saps the pyskic power of the victim, draining the weaker pyskers in a fell swoop. For those of stronger will and power however, the blade begins to lose it's extra effect, and becomes a mere powerblade. Even then though, it is still a work of craftsmanship, proving to be a fatal weapon as all power weapons are.

* **Æther-Fire Pistol:** Wielded by Hekwet since the days of the Great-Crusade, the weapon is an ancient XVth Legion variant plasma pistol that channels energies of the warp into each shot.

* **Cruelty of the Pantheon:** A diamond-laced ceremonial Jamdhara (push-knife), the blade holds much arcane significance. Embued with a demon from each of the major pantheon forced into submission, the blade tears apart the soul of each life it claims as the 4 gods attempt to claim what they think is their rightful prize.

### Relic(s)

**Hollum's Tome:** Hollum's Tome is an every growing tome of the true names of neverborn across the warp. Bound to the mind of the captured Dark Apostle Hollum, each new name he learns through near constant visions appears scrawled in a mysterious liquid.

**Ul'Thra'Ken:** The Disc of Tzeentch Hekwet most often rides into battle, it shrieks with gleeful-malice as it whips through the air at tremendous speeds.

**Chimera Fang:** Taken from the mouth of one of the mighty beasts that roam outside of the Crimson Heart. It is his ticket to membership within Foretoken, and so a closely protected treasure.

## Relations

### Friends/Allies

* **Ihsan Rose:** The closest brother of Hekwet yet living, Ihsan Rose is oft Hekwet's anchor to sanity, and a ever critical advisor who keeps Hekwet from making terrible decisions when his mind is not whole.

## Quotes

### By:

"*Shame is an old friend, I have nothing to lose by expierencing it once more.*"
— Hekwet T'Varos to an Eldar Warlock shortly before removing their head.
"*I have seen beyond the veil and learned the simple truth, there aren’t any.*"
— Hekwet T'Varos to his Shai-Captains.