Guillermo Acin Ricard

> "Words, possibly the most powerful of weapons we possess. With the power to heal wounds and bring peace, or to sow discord and unleash the greatest of chaos. As a Luminarch, a Blood Son of the Emperor, the Father of my Legion, a blade of my World, and a Prince of the Stellar Imperium, It is my duty to choose to wield my words with the utmost care and intention, for I know that the power of language can change the course of history."
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## Character

### Language(s)

High Argothic, Multiple Low Argothic Languages, Multiple Xenos Languages

## Physical Description

### Weight

1210 (Unarmored)2430 (Armored)

**Gabriel Acin Ricard**, or simply **Gabriel Ricard,** also known as the **"Warrior Poet,"** the **"Errant Son,"** and the **"Luminarch of the Muse."** Is the Luminarch of the VIIIth Imperial marine Legion, The Errant Sons of Ademar, Gabriel, unlike many of his brothers, is a diplomat first and a warrior second. As he possesses a keen intellect and a gift for language, making him a masterful negotiator and eloquent speaker.

His specialty is the utilization of the power of words and the arts, in addition to his martial prowess, both are used to sway and manipulate the enemies of the Stellar Imperium. Capable of using his skills to sow discord, causing enemies to turn on each other or rise up against their corrupt leaders.

Gabriel is often adorned in ornate armor, with artistic engravings and intricate designs, as He wield his ornate blades, crafted by the finest artisans in the Stellar Imperium. Despite his love of the arts, Gabriel is still a Luminarch and as such is a fierce opponent upon the battlefield. His agility and speed making him a challenge to hit in combat, and his swordsmanship is unmatched under the heavens.

## History

### Homeworld

Ademar, a terrestrial world that exudes a captivating charm in its simplicity. The inhabitants of this peace wrought planet are deeply rooted in their traditions, content in their villages that are nestled in vast stretches of fertile land. Ademarian kingdoms established in days passed, were once prosperous, with each ruling entity once content within their borders.

And despite the lack of technological advancements, the Ademarians were a hardworking and innovative people, who were once gradually inching towards their renaissance. But, unfortunately, an ominous shadow has been cast over the tranquil world as a set of wicked forces have begun to take root on the planet's serene landscape.

For a clade of Volb'narii raiders had begun to strike under the cover of darkness, plundering the peaceful communities and inflicting widespread fear and destruction. As the growing situation has long since spiraled out of control, the nobility of Ademar, desperate to save themselves and their people, have since turned to far darker powers beyond the realm of human conception.

The whispers of ancient rituals and unholy pacts with dark entities echo through the halls of these once great kingdoms, as the nobles grapple with their conscience and their fear of the shadowed unknown. The once tranquil world of Ademar is now a world teetering on the brink of chaos, with a looming sense of uncertainty and fear gripping the hearts of its people.

### Youth

The origins of Gabriel's creation; like the rest of his kin, are shrouded in mystery, for the Luminarchs had been created within the gene-laboratories below the Emperors Imperial Palace. But fate had other plans for Gabriel and his kin, as before the completion of the Emperor's work, the Luminarchs were stolen by the unseen powers of the void. And ferried lightyears away from the cradle of mankind. The Luminarchs' gestation capsules were emptied, and their spiritual essences thrown across space, left to drift in the cosmic ether.

Gabriel's essence, as with the rest of his brothers and sisters, found its way to an out-of-the-way planet in the Eastern fringes of the galaxy. And like his siblings his essence spiritually inseminated a mortal woman. The woman; Zaira Acin Ricard, had been attempting to conceive a child with her husband Sabatur Ricard for years. As such, the Luminarchs birth was seen as a miracle, and the couple raised him as their own, unaware of the true nature of their newborn child.

But Gabriel's true calling was not to be a simple farmer or laborer. For he possessed a natural gift for battle, inherited from his step-father, who had been the Lord Errant of a lesser guild of knights. Gabriel's upbringing among the guild shaped him into a masterful bladesmen, with an instinct for command and a mind that absorbed everything it could just as quick as his body grew. He quickly rose through the guild's ranks, becoming one of their most talented members.

Gabriel's ability did not go unnoticed, however. And as he grew more skilled, more and more of the guild's members fell under the sway of his power. He struck out from the core of the guild, crossing blades with warriors of rival bands from neighboring territories and coming out victorious. Gabriel's fame and reputation spread far and wide, and he soon found himself the subject of stories and legends among the continents of Ademar.

But Gabriel's destiny was not to remain a simple bladesman forever. As his name reached infamy, darker blades had begun to aim towards him and his cohorts. The raids of the Volb'narii had escalated, and rumors of a dark cult that wielded powers unseen began to circulate. The world of Ademar was about to become a battleground in which Beasts and Lords crossed blades.

### The Wars of The Errant Sons

The Errant Sons Guild, a splinter faction of the Blades Sangüesa, under Gabriel's leadership, prepared for battle. Gabriel knew that he would need to use all of his skills to protect his people from the dark forces that threatened them. He trained his captains in the art of diplomacy, hoping to avoid conflict whenever possible. But he also honed their combat skills, knowing that they would need to fight if diplomacy failed.

The world of Ademar was once a beautiful but dangerous place, filled with untamed wilderness and deadly creatures. But now, a new kind of danger threatened the people of Ademar, one that they were not prepared to face. Gabriel knew that they would need to stand together and fight as one if they were to survive.

As the years passed, the raids of the Volb'narii grew more frequent and more brutal. The dark cult of the Mawed Plague that threatened Ademar grew bolder, striking at the very heart of its kingdoms. With Gabriel at the forefront battling the oncoming waves of monsters born of sorcery, and alien sciences. For he could not sit idly by and watch as his people suffered. For he called upon the heads of the other guilds and rallied the people of Ademar to their shared cause.

Gabriel's rise to heroism was not without its challenges. As he led the Errant Sons in battle after battle, he witnessed countless horrors and atrocities committed by both his enemies and his own warriors. The battles that followed were brutal and unforgiving, with all sides suffering heavy losses. But Gabriel's leadership and tactical brilliance helped to turn the tides of these battles. But it was a constant struggle to balance the need to win the ever escalating war with the desire to uphold the values and principles that he believed in.

But despite the odds, Gabriel never lost sight of his ultimate goal - to protect the people of Ademar and restore peace to their world. And with this he led his war bands with an unwavering courage and conviction, never faltering in the face of even the most daunting of foes. For the people of Ademar began to look to him not just as a warrior, but as a hero, a savior who had come to their aid in their darkest hour.

Gabriel knew that the war was far from over. The dark forces that threatened Ademar were powerful, and their reach extended far beyond the borders of his world. But he was determined to stand strong, to protect his people from the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as long as he had breath in his body, he would fight to ensure that Ademar remained a place of peace and prosperity for all who called it their home.

### Blade Ruin

As the years toiled and passed, the people of Ademar were constantly on high alert, knowing that their planet's strategic value somehow made it a target for the xenos raiders. However, the constant vigilance of the planet's defenders seemed to dissuade the Volb'narii Coven from making any significant moves against the planet. Yet, as the void became increasingly turbulent around the world, whispers of a dark force brewing began to circulate among the planet's defenders. Rumors spoke of a force that was gathering strength, and that it would bring about a terrible fate for Ademar.

And then, upon the onset of the Battle of the Black Mountains, the whispers were confirmed. The conflict, which had already been fought for weeks by the United Guilds and Cult, had been the focal point of a daemonic rise in power, and the forces of chaos had marshaled their strength in an attempt to destroy the planet. As the defenders of Ademar fought valiantly, a second wave of Volb'narii raiders suddenly pierced the heavens, launching a surprise attack against the beleaguered defenders.

But they were not alone, for they had brought allies to their place of battle, a second xenos coven had came to aid their cousins, and despite the valiant efforts of Ademar's defenders, the combined forces of the twin xenos War-Bands proved to be a formidable challenge. The battles raged on for days, with all sides suffering heavier and heavier casualties. The sky was sparked ablaze with the light of xenos plasmor-fire and the thunderous roar of human artillery.

Amidst this chaos, Gabriel and his fellow commanders fought with a ferocity that even their enemies could not deny. Their blades dulled by the years of war, glinted in the sunlight as they cut down foe after foe, their martial prowess unmatched on the battlefield. But as the battle wore on, it became clear that the odds were against them. The xenos and daemonic forces seemed to have an endless supply of troops, while Ademar's defenders were stretched thin.

Gabriel knew that they needed to turn the tide of the battle, and quickly. So with a rallying cry, he charged forward, leading a group of his finest warriors straight into the heart of the enemy lines.

The battle grew intense, with blood and gore splattering across the ground as the combatants clashed. But in the end, after battle and unending battle, Gabriels victories tallied against his enemies, and his warriors emerged victorious, with thousands of his enemies vanquished beneath his blade.

As he stood atop a pile of xenos and cultists corpses alike, he looked out over the battlefield of the black mountain scape as xenos ships evacuated his world, his sea-green eyes blazing with the fire of triumph. "This world is our home," he shouted, his voice ringing out across the battlefield. "And we will defend it to the last!"

And from those words, the warriors of Ademar renewed their fight, their determination unbroken even in the face of overwhelming odds. They fought on, carving a path of destruction through their enemies until it was done.

But in a cruel twist of the dagger of fate. the cultist sorcerers completed their dark rituals, and the skies turned an ominous shade of black, as if the heavens themselves were being ripped apart. A swirling vortex of dark energy appeared, and from it emerged the Daemon - a monstrous creature that defied comprehension. Its body, a twisted mass of false sinews and wretched tendons, and its eyes glowed with an infernal light that seemed to pierce the soul of anyone who looked upon it. It was armed with a blade of shadow, a weapon that seemed to bend light and defy physics, and wielded other weapons of brazen bronze with terrifying ease.

So it would be, that with a deafening roar, it charged into battle, tearing through its own ranks of cultists and daemons alike to reach the Luminarch Gabriel. It was as if the Daemon sought to engage him in a one-to-one challenge of battle, to prove its worth and show that it was truly a force to be reckoned with, to christen its birth with the blood of a Lord.

The sounds of their swords clashing became deafening as their fight intensified. The earth trembled with the force of their legendary blows, and the skies darkened with the thick smoke of daemon fire as the dust they kicked up dulled their senses to the outside world. Despite the Daemon's inhuman strength and relentless fury, Gabriel refused to give in. He knew that the fate of Ademar rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to see the battle through to the bitter end. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes, but he never wavered. Every strike, every parry, was executed flawlessly, his skill as a warrior honed through years of battle and training.

The Daemon, on the other hand, fought with a wild abandon, fueled by its unholy rage and bloodlust. Its blade flashed through the air, cleaving trails of darkness in its wake as it sought to strike down its opponent. But Gabriel was too quick, too skilled, and he dodged each blow with ease, his own blade striking back with deadly accuracy.

With every strike, Gabriel's sword shone brighter, illuminating the battlefield with a radiance that seemed to come from within the Luminarch himself. His attacks were precise and calculated, each one finding its mark with a most potent acumen.

As they battled, time seemed to slow, and the world around them faded away until there was nothing but the two warriors and the clash of their blades. The battle continued on, both fighters refusing to back down, but Gabriel never faltered, his resolve unwavering as he fought for the fate of Ademar.

Finally, with one last, decisive blow, Gabriel drove his sword deep into the Daemon's chest, causing it to scream in agony as it dissipated into nothingness. The air was still for a moment, the only sound being Gabriel's heavy breathing as he slowly lowered his sword, victorious but exhausted.

The battle was won, but at a great cost. Gabriel had suffered wounds that even with his marvel of a body would take months to heal, and many of his warriors and friends had fallen in the fight. But the people of Ademar had been saved once again, and Gabriel had once again proven himself to be a true hero and savior of his world.

### The Adamarine Conflicts of the XIth Legion

Gabriel, like all of his brethren, was destined to be found by the forces of the Stellar Imperium. However, fate would have it that it would not be the Emperor himself who would discover him. For before the Emperor could even begin his search, a Volb'narii coven known as the Marbled Dagger that aided the invasion force of the first covens raid on the world of Ademar had gained the ire of a Prince of the Stellar Imperium, Raphael O'Sullivan, The Veridian, the Forest Lord of the XIth Imperial Legion. Raphael had been tracking the coven for the past year before they joined forces with the raiding Coven who attacked Ademar.

After a grueling two-month battle that had been fought throughout the Adermarine Star-System, Raphael and his forces managed to defeat the remaining forces of the covens. It was during this time that he would finally discover a clue to the whereabouts of his long-lost brother. Within the battle-spire command ship of the Marbled Dagger, Raphael encountered Ademarian captives, all mortal-born warriors who appeared unimpressed by his almost divine stature. When Raphael asked why they did not fear him, as most mortals were, they responded by telling him about their world and its own titan knight; Gabriel Ricard of the Knights Errant.

Through further interrogation, Raphael eventually came to the realization that this titan knight had been one of his brothers, lost to the void long before their birth. And with this newfound knowledge, Raphael took command of his Throne ship and set sail for Ademar, determined to find and reunite with his long-lost brother. As the ship cut through the void of space, Raphael could only wonder what kind of warrior his brother had become in the years they were apart.

#### The Union of The Veridian and The Silver Poet

Reconstruction was a difficult process for Ademar in the months after the brutal war that had left much of the planet in ruins. But the rebuilding efforts had barely begun before the skies were once again ripped apart by the arrival of a star-spanning power. The people of Ademar braced themselves for another invasion, fearing that their world would once again be plunged into chaos.

But to their surprise, the newcomers came in peace. The Imperial Throne ship of the XIth's Legions Inisfáil's Pride stopped in low orbit above Gabriel's hometown of Zaragozas Reach, as the Ademarian natives guided them to their Lord's doorstep. Gabriel had always been busy since the wars began, working tirelessly to turn his small township into a prosperous kingdom as its populace exploded with refugees from other Kingdoms, and he had armed his people to defend against any would-be invaders.

But when the air-to-surface landers began to reveal squads of angelus marines, the garrison forces were quickly demoralized. The towering figures of the marines, each standing at six to seven feet tall and armed with armor and weapons never before seen, seemed almost invincible. And when Raphael, the Lord of the XIth Imperial Legion, emerged from his own lander in full battle plate, the morale of the defenders sank to its lowest point.

But as Gabriel and Raphael faced each other, something shifted in the air. Despite the fierce stand-off between the Stellar Imperium and Ademar, Gabriel felt an innate sense of kinship with this commander of steel men. And as they stood facing each other, each with a force backing them, they seemed to speak and laugh together for hours. What exactly passed between them is unknown, as the only witnesses were the two brothers themselves.

Whatever was said between Gabriel and Raphael, it had a profound impact on the future of Ademar. The unity between the Stellar Imperium and Ademar was strengthened, and the world was subsumed into the Stellar Imperium as the XIth and Gabriels very own XVIth Legion began working together with the Ademarians to rebuild the planet and create a better future for all.

## Personality

Gabriel is truly an exceptional figure, one who commands respect and admiration wherever he goes. His skills as a warrior are unparalleled, and his strategic mind allows him to make quick, effective decisions in even the most challenging of situations.

But despite his many accomplishments and accolades, Gabriel remains grounded and committed to his people. He understands that his role as a leader is to serve those who look up to him, and he always puts their needs before his own.

Gabriel's natural charisma and inspiring personality make him a born leader, someone who is able to motivate and rally those around him towards a common goal. His passion for Ademar and its people is infectious, and his selflessness and unwavering dedication have earned him the admiration and respect of all who know him.

Even in the midst of battle, Gabriel remains composed and focused, singing psalms and verses to Adamarian songs to keep himself and his troops motivated. His actions speak for themselves, and his bravery and courage inspire those around him to follow his lead.

But it is in moments of great adversity that Gabriel truly shines. When the situation seems dire and all hope appears lost, his words of wisdom and inspiration cut through the darkness like a ray of light. He has an uncanny ability to instill hope and courage in those around him, inspiring them to push forward and never give up.

In short, Gabriel is a true hero, a warrior, and a leader of the highest caliber. His unwavering commitment to his people, his exceptional skills as a warrior and strategist, and his natural charisma and inspiring personality make him an exceptional figure who will be remembered for generations to come.

## Wargear

* **The Horn of Veracity:** Also known as Gabriel's Horn or the Horn of Truth, it is a powerful Void-infused instrument of The Stellar Imperium. As stated by its name, the horn causes any chaotic being who hears, to tell the truth uncontrollably, no matter the will. The use of this horn to Gabriel is unclear, although according to the Luminarch himself, the horn has many uses, not just simply forcing those who hear it to tell the truth. It was given to him as a means of signaling the Stellar Imperiums Armies across the Void, in order to rally to his position, and prepare them in times of impending warfare. However, its greatest ability is for it to rally the Stellar Imperiums loyal, capable of bolstering the morale of allies, and sending a wave of fear into the enemy. And even capable of summoning Imperial Saints in time of great need.

* **The Remembrance Hatchet:** A poleax Gifted to Gabriel upon his rediscovery by Raphael. It would be redesigned and retrofitted to fit Gabriels needs, and would become a favored weapon of the Luminarch .

* **Wind-Breaker:** The finest example of Ademarian blade-crafting ever to exist, the Wind Breaker was the sword favored by Gabriel whenever he required such a weapon. As with all his weapons, it was optimized for lightning-quick attacks and economy rather than the heavy blades wielded by many of his brethren. Rumor would dog the blade, claiming that it employed technologies from bygone ages which allowed it to sap a foe’s physical and metaphysical strength.

* **Archeotech Plasmor Pistol:** An Archeotech Plasmor Pistol gifted to Gabriel. A highly advanced weapon that uses ancient technologies to unleash devastating blasts of plasmor energy.

* **Ademarian Shield:** Based upon the design of the Ademarian Lantern Shield, it would be fitted with a field generator, capable of negating even the blast of a main-line battle tank. It was an incredibly sturdy and reliable piece of equipment that protected Gabriel from all manner of attacks.

* **Ademarian Cuirass:** Gabriel would wear a suit of beautifully master-crafted Artificer Armor that was wrapped in azure and golden baroque ornamentation. The Ademarian Cuirass provided him with exceptional protection while also making him appear as a regal and powerful figure on the battlefield.