Llucerian Morningstar

> "Let us be the shining beacons of hope in this dark universe, for the Emperor's light guides us and his will fuels our spirits. We are the Sons of the Morning, defenders of humanity, and we shall prevail, for our cause is just and our hearts are pure."
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## Character

### Aliases

Lluci (By Confidants), Lu-Lu (By Xann Vakosa and Cherry), Shiny Cunt ( By Viscardi Ingral), Llucerian Boudreaux (By Cassandra Boudreaux), Lord Morningstar/Father Morningstar/The Morningstar (By the Ist Legion), Lord Ravima'lákh (By the Legio Seraphim), Imperial Lord Prince (By most Imperials), Golden Eyed Lord of Ash (By The Ashen PDF), Son of the Morning/Morningstar (By The Lecarrite Struhunii Tech Clans), Light Bringer, Light Bearer, The Sunlighter of our Lord, The Emperor's Lamplighter, His First Excellence

### Role(s)

LuminarchThe Imperial Warmaster Attendant

### Language(s)

High Argothic, Multiple Low Argothic Languages, Multiple Lecarrite Dialects, Multiple Xenos Languages

## Relatives

### Parents

Emperor of Man(Father/Creator), Arlington LeBlanc(Adoptive Father), Cassandra Boudreaux(Mortal Mother)

### Siblings

The Luminarchs, Bersaba Boudreaux(Mortal Sister)

## Physical Description

### Weight

1,601 Pounds (Unarmored)3,264 (Armored)

**Llucerian Morningstar**(Lloo-seh-ree-an), or simply known as **Llucerian Boudreaux**, also known as the **"Light Bringer,"** the **"Light Bearer,"** **"Lord of the New Dawn"** and the **"Morningstar,"** is the Luminarch Lord of the Ist Imperial Legion; The Sons of the Morning. Raised upon the world of Lecarro, and Breaker of The Black Obelisk, He is the Imperial Warmaster Attendant of the Imperial Legions, the first found, and first favored of the Emperor.

One of the greatest amongst the Luminarchs, Llucerian would be the first of his Kindred to be rediscovered by the Emperor during his Great Crusade. And thusly He was appointed as the first of the Stellar Imperium's princes upon his rediscovery and has played a crucial role in the early years of the Great Crusade ever since.

As the first son of the Emperor, and found during some of the earliest years of the Great Crusade, he alone would stand at the head of the Imperial Warhosts - and in doing such Llucerian illuminated the pathways to the Stellar Imperium for a Hundred worlds before more of his Kindred were found. Burning through the shadow of Deceit and Death born of the Long Dark, he would reveal the morning of humanity's birthright amongst the stars.

## History

### Lecarro

Lecarro, situated along the southern fringes of the Proxima Solar, and in orbit of a G-type main-sequence star. The world is a relic of ancient human expansion—a Spire World that once served as a Mining World during the formative years of the Golden Age of Technology, spanning from the 19th Millennia to the late 63rd. Lecarro's existence owes itself to the colossal efforts of the early human World Engines, machinery responsible for sculpting planets in the name of solar conquest. Over the millennia, they meticulously transformed the world, molding it's atmosphere, ecology, and ecosystem into something similar to Terra, closely becoming a mirror of Old Earth, thanks to relentless terraforming endeavors.

Throughout its storied history, Lecarro evolved into a prominent human hub. Nestled on the Proxima Solar's southern periphery, it served as a crucial crossroads for the intricate web of Void-Routes connecting the Proxima Solar sectors to those of Meridialus. Lecarro had been a beacon of human civilization for untold ages, preceding even the advent of Void-Drives in the early stages of the Golden Age of Technology. Throughout its tenure as a Civil-World, it thrived as a bustling center of trade and commerce, evident in the ancient remnants of satellites and ancient dead vessels that encircle its orbit.

However, like countless other planets scattered across the Milky Way, Lecarro faced the relentless turmoil of the Dark Ages—the tumultuous era of the Black-Crash Conflicts, which marked the sudden and stark decline of the Golden Age. A time that spanned nearly 20 millennia, it would merely be the first weathering of the hardships of the 25 Millennia long era of the Long Dark, enduring the challenges and uncertainties of a changing cosmos. The Black Crash Conflicts, a tumultuous period that spanned from the 50th to the 70th Millennia, plunged all of humanity into chaos. And at its core was the Rift Network, also known as the Net or simply the Rift—a colossal and ancient archeotech telecommunications system dating back to an era before the Golden Age. Tragically, this once-mighty network fell into the clutches of the Intrusive Malicious Programs (IMPs) that corrupted its very systems.

During these dark times, due to its position within the Proxima Solar, Lecarro would bear much of the brunt of the IMP onslaught. The world's defenses turned against its human inhabitants as a brutal war unfolded between humanity and the malevolent Programs. By the time Lecarro emerged from the harrowing crucible of the Black-Crash Conflicts, the dawn of the Long Dark, a period stretching into the opening Millennia, had already cast its shadow, marking a new and uncertain chapter in the world's history.

Myth speak of their being 7 Continents that dotted the world, but terrible Black Blooded Djabla who fought against the Human Armies of the Sun would rip the southern continent of Iokitas from the womb of Lecarro, transforming the landmass into the Iokitas Black Star. And with the planet's very flesh and molten core exposed, bleeding into the void of space as billions died, the Black Blooded ones would shatter the displaced land in an attempt to win the world by obliterating all life upon it. Yet the beasts would be stopped as the Lord of Light tore through the armies of black blood with his Golden eyed Zanje at his Back, he would pierce into the skies of Lecarro as he brought death to the armies of steel and malice even as the world hemorrhaged below. In the resulting conflict in the orbit of Lecarro, it is said the Warriors of Light sacrificed themselves in a bid to slay the Beasts of Nightmare. And with their deaths they shattered the Iokitas Black Star and carved it into the Lecarro Rings. Though, whether this is mere conjecture or Myth is unknown.

But what ever is known, these aged scars, remnants of a long-forgotten war, have bore silent witness to the world's enduring resilience. As Geologisticares have determined, the southern expanse *has* experienced *some* kind of upheaval. And the minerals of the Lecarro ring and the Southern sea beds are incredibly similar. But the regions that would have surrounding the searing, red-hot wound seem to have been long covered by the Sea of the Iokitas Expanse. And much of the sea-beds of the southern pole havbe been carved into glassy expanses of Black Obsidian or at least something with a close resemblance to the material.

However the truth, the survivors of the conflict couldn't care less, as amidst the world's northern landscapes, far removed from the devastating effects of the southern conflict, resilient human cities have endured the near mass extinction event of their world. These cities have stood as bastions of civilization, proudly towering as spiraling mega-cities enclosed within massive protective walls. As the outer wildlands stretch almost endlessly. Yet, whatever respite from turmoil that could be clawed away from the jaws of fate would be short-lived, for the millennia-long age of the Long Night gave way to a new, even darker era of despair as three factions emerged from the ruins.

The first of these, Blackwatch, had once lurked in the shadows, concealed in the tail end of the Black-Crash Conflicts as their world burned around them. But now, would resurface into the Era of the Long Dark and rose like a sinister phoenix from the ashes and with an iron grip clenching ever tighter around the throats of a population confined within the cages of their Spire-Clusters. And as abominable forces held sway over the hearts and minds of the people, their twisted programming turned once-free citizens into mindless automatons within their territories. As the orphaned children of martyred men and women were recruited from the streets, forced to fight and die for Blackwatch's twisted vision of order and control. Blackwatch, once a clandestine force, had metamorphosed into a regressive and oppressive power. Tyranny and corruption plaguing its dominions, infecting every aspect of life. Its realm confined within the already tumultuous spires of the central and densely populated Cluhron Spire Cluster Primus, situated at the heart of the continent of Aipirun.

Amidst this dark landscape, the Highborn have endured, their dynasties stretching across the ages and persisting into the modern era. Yet, many of these noble families, once bearers of distinction and prestige, have grown complacent, reveling in the security provided by Blackwatch and their private armies. And over time, their opulence has given way to decadence, and they have become consumed by their own excesses. And with their survival hinging upon the suffering of the lower spires, they have engaged in many long millennia of incessant bickering and squabbles over petty lands and tithes, heedless of the plight of those they rule. The domains fully under the control of at least one noble family include the Western Huimond Lesser Spire Cluster in the Eastern desert territories of Aipirun, as well as the micro territories of the Jaidica Spires. These regions bear witness to the unchecked power and influence of the Highborn, even as the world around them descends further into darkness.

The youngest and most dynamic faction to emerge in recent history are the Gang-Clans, coming into being during the 86th millennia as a reaction to the long standing descension of the world, a mere two millennia before the modern day. These Clans rose in response to the oppressive rule of Blackwatch and the devastating conflicts orchestrated by the Highborn. Their emergence sparked a surge in their numbers, and with it, a million wars erupted across their domains. In a short span, the Gang-Clans swiftly captured the Eastern Citron Lesser Spire Cluster and the Southern Costead Lesser Spire Cluster, expanding their influence. However, the leadership of these Clans was soon subjected to retributive attacks from both the Highborn and Blackwatch. As a consequence, the Clans, torn by internal strife and civil wars, saw their territories splinter under the weight of their own ambitions. Their protection now rests solely on the monumental challenge they present to other factions who might seek to conquer them.

In the wake of the years of the Long Dark, numerous minor factions have emerged, each with their own unique purpose and dedication. Among them are the Alcmenitte Guilds, a collective of machine cults wholly devoted to the perpetual operation and maintenance of the Grav-Fields and Arc-Engines that power the towering Spire-Cities. These cults, bound by their reverence for these crucial technologies, ensure the continuity of these marvels that sustain civilization. Another faction that has risen in this era is the Cult of Growth. Their sole mission revolving around the meticulous upkeep of the T-G6 Fertilizer Plants, which play an integral role in supporting agricultural endeavors within the Grav-Fields and the sprawling, country-sized Agri-Sects. This group of dedicated individuals takes on the vital responsibility of maintaining the intricate balance of resources required for the nourishment and growth of their society. Both of which being pardoned by all factions by simple fact of sheer necessity to the continued strength of a force.

Yet amidst the grandeur of the spire cities, a grim underbelly persisted. Slave camps marred the underspires, their shadows stretching across the orbit of Lecarro, particularly in the bleak expanse of the Cralai Labor belt within the continent of Cralai and the Iablor Slave Empire of Southern Struhune. In these unforgiving environments, the unfortunate inhabitants toiled ceaselessly, subjected to brutal conditions, their labor rewarded with little more than meager scraps. And for many, forced cybernization became an inescapable fate, as Blackwatch ruthlessly sought to mold its soldiers into living weapons of war. While institutionalized civil wars both of the Gand-Clans and the Highborn had raged within the Spires of Lecarro, once magnificent metropolises now laying in ruins and ashes. With the population existing in perpetual fear, every aspect of their either lives meticulously monitored and controlled by Blackwatch's vast network of spies and informants or cut short by the Blade or Gun of wondering Ganger Warbands or gang-pressed into Slavery under the Highborn. Yet, in the darkest of times, there remained a glimmer of hope. Some individuals dared to resist, refusing to bow down to the oppressive rule of their lives.

In the shroud of secrecy, they bided their time, meticulously plotting and planning for the day when they could rise up and cast off the chains of their oppressors. Looking unto the Sun and the Cultural Memory of the Armies of the Sun, and in their unwavering resolve they promised a new era for their descendants, one filled with the hope of liberation and freedom for all.

Until the day the Dawn finally rose.

### The Prince of Dawn - The Comet Born

In the Late 90th Millennium, the entity that would come to be known as Llucerian Morningstar—Upon the completion of the Emperor's highly secretive Prometheus Project, wherein he crafted the 20 Superhuman Luminarchs, through the use of advanced alchemical and biomedical methods within his gene-laboratories housed deep within the Imperial Palace's Dark Vaults—would be left to gestate alongside his Kin deep under the Imperial Palace, deep within the Kilaminjanto (Kilamanjaro) Mountain Ranges upon Terra.

Designed as a genetically-engineered super-organism, Llucerian and his Kin were designed to possess incredible abilities and attributes that surpassed those of any natural being. Every facet of their being designed to be the perfect warriors and leaders for the oncoming Crusades the Emperor had planned. Destined to lead the Legions, and to usher in a new Age of Unity. However, despite all the preparations taken and defenses laid, the fate of both Llucerian and his Brethren would take an unexpected turn when an unknown force struck deep with the Palace. The exact nature and identity of this force have remained a mystery to this day, but their consequences have been undeniable.

The Luminarchs, though still Embryonically vulnerable, were stolen from within their Gestation Pods, their Beings rendered into psychic mist with only the Emperor’s inlaid defenses and psychic wards defending them against psionic predation as they were scattered across the vast expanse of the Milky Way Galaxy through the Eddies of the Empyrean Void. And due to the Very Nature of the Void, the time traveled by these Star-Children is near impossible to both record and accurately measure. With only Local Date Measurements of their respective Homeworlds and distance of said homeworld from Terra being reliable in ascertaining the exact date of their respective travel times.

   But, what can be made certain of is that just like all his brethren, Llucerian upon the completion of his travel would be born to a Mortal Mother as a consequence of this Scattering. His psychic essence, flung from distant Terra, would bore a hole through the veil of unreality, bringing with it a meteor shower as the veil thrummed with the echo of his power. The veil echoed and quaked as his essence slammed into the earth of Lecarro, knocking the world off its axis for but a moment.

Chaos reigned for the months following his descent as climate chaos reigned, storms struck and electronics were silenced, leaving millions within the Spires dead as billions of precise nav-systems went blind or haywire and in their sightlessness the rights of recalibration were undertaken by the Machine-Seers. Whilst the planet's axial tilt would eventually return to its original position, the brief but intense upheaval would serve as more than enough of a distraction as the Luminarchal essence spurred through the eddies of the World-Soul as his conception began.

His would-be Mother, Cassandra Boudreaux, a young Lecarrite woman, born and raised within the mid-level hab-towers of Felicity City, the Southern most Mid-Spire of the Austral-Eas Citron Lesser Spire Cluster. Like many Lecarrite born, She'd have been destined for either a long life of endless servitude as a lowly menial, or a stunted one of endless conflict as a part of the Countless Gang-Clans, had she not been the one to bear the Luminarch. The Austral-Eas Citron Spire Cluster, as a Port Spire had been struck heavily by tsunamis and storms in the months following the Descent. And whilst the Under-Spire, secure within the depths of Lecarro under the High-Rises of the Mid and Upper Levels was relatively stable, the same could not be said of many of the Lowland Cities of the Higher Levels themselves.

Many would die in the following devastation, with refugees fleeing either to more inland Cities or the Under-Spire. Cassandra was one of these refugees, having fled with her mother and family into the Underground as above them the consequences of a Luminarchs descent upon a world became manifest. Tangentially made safe in the under-spire—Cassandra, like many of the other Luminarchal Mothers across the great expanse of the Galaxy, would be struck with a vision of the Unborn Luminarch mere days before she fully fell pregnant. Fearing for her unborn child, in secret she would fall to the feet of her mother as she was stricken with tears. She would protest the case of her sudden pregnancy. Her mother, aged and sturdy from decades of living within the Spires, consoled the young Cassandra, holding her as she was stricken by her own tears.

She asked her daughter for the identity of the Father, but Cassandra did not know. She asked what man the girl had laid in consort with, if any. Cassandra could not list any suitors for there were none, only recollecting on the bathing light of gold she had seen the night before. Cassandra's mother, fearing for both her daughter and unborn grandchild, chose to keep her daughter's pregnancy a secret, as by edict of the Eastern Spire-Cluster, childbirth was systematically controlled by the Mortus-Watchers, a Gang-Clan Off-shoot that dominated the Felicity Midspire—with law-breakers put to death and their children sent to fill the ranks of either the enforcers, or slaves.

It would be a short pregnancy, as a Luminarchs gestation, as evidenced by claims made by other Luminarchal Mothers, was one that elapsed into a mere Terran standard week. Their development within the womb swift and near faultless, and it wasn’t long before they were ready to emerge into the world. With the quickly growing infant becoming a symbiotic-parasite, draining their mothers of energy and strength whilst in tandem keeping the mother strong to ensure its own continued survival. Soon, Llucerian, the ever-glorified illuminator of the Stellar Imperium, and most gloried of the Luminarchs, in an almost inconceivable twist of fate, was destined to begin his life in the cramped walls of a desolate, yet sparsely decorated hab-unit populated by a Refugee family. It was not to be a momentous event with only his Grandmother and aunts stewarding his birth as his Uncles, Grandfather and other family stood Praetorian outside of the Unit. And, as with all births within the Spires of Lecarro, Llucerians first breath was that of recycled air and dank, musty dust.

The birthing wails that accompanied his arrival were near deafening within the Unit, a mix of woman, child and surprise cries echoing through the cramped and shoddy steel-composite walls—its echoing vibrations reverberating quietly across the halls of the hab-sector. But as his weak cries faded away into silent cooing as Cassandra held the newborn, a strange and powerful psychic pulse emanated from his tiny form, spreading out into the psychic void like a beacon in the dark. And for those few Psycasts upon Lecarro, a Breed of Human born in possession of some innate psychic sensitivity, the pulse was like a faint torch in the fogs of a forest of umbral oak. A shimmering flicker of void light that cut through the darkness like a watchtower and illuminated its way to all close or strong enough to feel its embrace. And, many of these psychic few who sensed its presence would be drawn towards it, the minds of the weak, compelled by the irresistible pull of its power. Whispers would spread throughout the Spire-Cluster like wildfire as psychic-pilgrims, lured in by Llucerians psionic call, traveled through the Spires to the refugee levels. Many had been destitute prior to the Descent Events as circumstances of their birth, though some had the luck of being born to noble families. But regardless, many of these Psycasts had been blinded by the *“Star Comet”* as many came to call it, only guided by the threads of the unseen to where the *‘boy-star’* was. Nevertheless they went in droves, from orphaned children, spurned by their parents and thrown to the wolves of Lecarro to the the witches and their wards who thrived within the wilds outside of the Cities. All were pulled in by the Boy-Stars call.

#### Youth

Yet, whilst the threads of forces outside of their control would be pulled along the tapestries of fate. Cassandra and her family were quite… well they were downright confused about their new addition to the family.

Firstoff, the Newborn was quiet, unnervingly quiet—to the point they often forget he even existed until they felt the tug of his little pudgy hands on their clothes or hair whenever he wanted attention or food as all children do. Wherein they would scream in shock as they were met by his silent, ever watching, golden eyes. Eyes of which always seemed to be watching, the glow of which could be used to determine the onset of an infant's tantrum as whenever the youth grew restless or irritable his eyes sparked alight, going from faint gems to bright pools. A glow of which never stopped even when the family slept as the boy would sit awake silently watching, only stopping when his sleeping mother pulled him down, smothering him close to her body as she slept under blankets.

Secondly, as time ground on He would grow rapidly in size and strength, with his constant daily growth spurts demanding more and more nutrition. His nutritional needs only tapering off after the third week of his life, wherein at that point he was the size of a full grown toddler—and roughly three feet in height if stories from his family are to be believed. His large family, of which like many Lecarrite families, constituted of his mother and grandmother as previously mentioned—but also included a slew of uncles, aunts and their collective children and wider families. As the Lecarrite family structure was similar to the tribes and clans of ancient Terra, only differing due to the fact many humans dwelled within the Spire-Clusters.

His family of which would dote over the strange, golden eyed boy—though his peculiarities, while strange, had been little to dissuade their love of the sudden new-arrival. They would name him Llucerian, a Citron-Lecarrite name meaning light, of the Boudreaux clan, or Llucerian Boudreaux for short. Though, as time dragged on the Pilgrims who followed the *Boy-Stars* call, would still flock near the family—only to be smacked away by annoyed uncles and aunts as assumed lepers and beggars. Though some others, the Noble born Psycasts who traveled through the dregs of the Under-Spire couldn’t be as easily dismissed. Many tried to simply buy the oddity of a child outright—yet were turned away. Others tried to send the menial-born of their retainers after the child to scoop him away from his family.

Of those, of which there were many, the Boy child struck at them in a fury. Breaking bones and loosening teeth in a show of inhuman strength and speed. More came still however, and many more were turned away—yet it would not be long before a force of Scouts loyal to the Lesser Coastal Mid-Spire of Hallowed City, controlled by the Gang-Clans of the Ashen, were sent to find the source of the psychic phenomena by their Priests and Voyants. They would carve their way through a sea of steel, infiltrating through the Mid-Spire to get to the hab-unit under order by their Harus' to acquire the source of the beacon.

It would be there, playing in the dirt and grime of the Lecarrite underdark, along with other small children–they themselves, guided by his call. That the Luminarch, clothed in assorted rags and at the stature of a child almost 3 years old. Carrying an unnatural aura of calm to himself, the young Llucerian's life almost came to an end then and there, as the higher ranking members of the Ashen saw him as a potential threat to be eliminated early. A Siren, calling all feeble unto itself.

But the Voyant's, impressed and beguiled by the beauty of the child, seeing his golden eyes and inhuman gaze as a show of iridescent fortune–they had begged the leaders of the Ashen, its Black Circle, a group of Leaders that ruled the Ashen by committee, to spare the lives of the child and the few young witches who flocked at his side. Yet, even whilst the Voyant’s argued their case, Llucerian’s family yelled their obscenities against the mere idea of them taking the boy. And soon the situation devolved into a tri-fold argument as the Voyants, Black Circle, and Family argued. Only ending once Llucerian was seen hanging from the shoulders of a startled Voyant, he and his witch cadre having used the commotion to crawl atop the odd new adults.

Seeing this, many of Llucerian’s kin relented–having come to terms that the enigmatic youth could and would filter out those he didn’t want to associate with. He yelled and struck at the nobles, turning them away. Yet he played with the psychic children who traveled to *see* him, and spurned away the adults who did the same. With the family and Voyants coming to an agreement, the Cirlce would finally relent and the Ashen would accept the Child and his Mother, along with any who chose to follow their scouts back to Hallowed City.

### Youth

The early history of the Luminarchs, those legendary and mysterious commanders of the Imperial Legions, stands as a subject of profound fascination and extensive study within the scholarly circles of the Stellar Imperium. The mere mention of their names ignites the passions of imperial scholars and enthusiasts alike, leading to a relentless pursuit of knowledge. However, the allure of unraveling the past goes even further when it comes to the twice First Llucerian, a figure of exceptional intrigue within the pantheon of Luminarchs. His enigmatic nature becomes even more perplexing when one considers the magnitude of his fame, which would reverberate across the worlds of the Stellar Imperium. While it is widely acknowledged that the Emperor of Mankind encountered Llucerian early in the course of the Great Crusade, promptly elevating him to the leadership of the Ist Legion after his formal education on Terra, this understanding merely scratches the surface of a much deeper and intricate narrative. Beyond these incontrovertible facts, agreement among the various Imperial sources remains conspicuously absent.

While the intricacies of Llucerian's early life may appear somewhat mundane, the more striking episodes of his childhood have been recounted and recounted countless times by the Lecarrite civil populace inhabiting the Spire Clusters. These tales have become so deeply etched in the cultural memory that they now mirror the narrative of a legend, far removed from the origins of a man who would eventually ascend to power from the depths of the under-spires. What can be definitively established, however, is that, akin to his fellow Luminarchs, Llucerian exhibited an astounding rate of growth as he advanced toward maturity. His stature, initially imposing, continued to expand with every passing year, leaving him towering over mortal men. Yet, it was not merely his height that grew; his physical strength also burgeoned. His combat prowess increased at an exponential pace, defying any attempts at prediction. Much like his extraordinary brethren, these accounts narrate how the young Luminarch thrived in Lecarro's unforgiving environment, where he received his initial lessons in combat and the art of taking life from his adoptive father, Arlington. Born in the heart of the Ashen, Arlington had climbed to a position of authority within that unforgiving realm and was entrusted with the care and upbringing of the star-child and it's family.

Llucerian, meticulously crafted by the Emperor to assume the mantle of leadership over the million-strong forces of the Great Crusade, possessed a unique, sponge-like ability to acquire knowledge. And whilst living amongst the Ashen, he absorbed virtually everything this new family had to offer. The Voyants of the Ashen had played an especially pivotal role in guiding him to harness his latent psionic capabilities, imparting wisdom on channeling the eddies of the Void in the midst of combat.

At times, Llucerian embarked on journeys for further studies, one of the most notable being his immersion in the caverns of the Witches of Liguria to the North. Here, he delved into the mysteries of their Black-Bone Sorceries and their use of Obsidian as a potent focusing lens for their magics. He also ventured into the secrets of the Dupré Brotherhood, exploring their Power-Charms and Enuncian Sorceries. In addition to his arcane studies, he received tutelage under the Machine-Cults, his mind serving as a sponge for their ancient and esoteric knowledge and practices. In this diverse educational journey, he mastered languages long forgotten by many on Lecarro, equipping him with a wealth of wisdom that would ultimately shape his destiny.

In the mastery of weaponry, Llucerian's progress was nothing short of astounding. He swiftly surpassed his instructors, and even his physical strength soon eclipsed that of the vat-grown behemoths of bulk and muscle that battled within the Arena’s of the Meridian Costead Spire Cluster. He could shatter blocked passages in collapsed tunnels with the mere swipe of his hand and effortlessly best the most ferocious gene-enhanced combat brawlers with a single strike. As his skills and abilities continued to burgeon, in a mere nine solar years, he grew to the size of a young man of no more than thirteen Terran Standard Years, his development proceeding at an astonishing pace. It is told that at this age, during a skirmish between the Ashen and the Havoc Syndicate, a rival Gang-Clan native to the wild-wetlands surrounding Hallowed City, conflict erupted over territorial disputes within the Spire.

Llucerian, having devised a way to track his fellow Ashen through the spire, bore witness to the battle from a concealed vantage point. The sight of the Ashen quickly falling into retreat before what seemed like an inferior force enraged him. And in an outburst of anger and determination, Llucerian single-handedly dispatched five Gangers loyal to the Havoc Syndicate with his bare hands, a whirlwind of flesh and shattered armor. Following this act of valor, he rallied the surviving Ashen and assumed command throughout the ensuing skirmishes. He displayed a fearless resolve, leading his fellow warriors with unwavering determination, and from that moment, Llucerian's reputation as a formidable leader began to take root.

By the time Llucerian reached the age of twelve standard years, he presented himself as a young man of Lecarro in the prime of his youth, embodying both the appearance and demeanor of a true native. And as he continued his journey towards maturity, his ascent within the Ashen hierarchy was meteoric. He found his place among the committee of the Black Circle, a position of great responsibility. And under his astute leadership, his people thrived and expanded, flourishing in the harshest of environments. With his elevated rank came an anticipated surge in youthful exuberance, a natural byproduct of his rapidly growing prowess. This led him to frequently assume commanding roles, as he led Ashen forces into skirmishes against rival Gang-Clans and orchestrated intense, bloody raids against the High-Born and Blackwatch forces. With each triumph of his solidifying his reputation among the Ashen and bolstered his notoriety as a Lecarrite Warlord.

However, the passage of years bore witness to a bloody civil war within the Ashen, an internal conflict remembered only as the Crimson uprising. This faction sought to wrest control of the Ashen from the rule of the Black Circle, and in the ensuing clashes, Llucerian's mother sustained severe injuries. Overwhelmed by rage and fury, Llucerian led the counterattack. And in a fierce and merciless charge, the Demi-God left no room for traitors to stand. He ruthlessly exterminated any and all individuals he deemed to have betrayed their cause, determined to quell the uprising and protect the honor of the Ashen. In a relentless campaign, Llucerian, acting as a natural antibody against the traitors exterminated the treacherous elements from within, leaving none standing, even though the traitors had comprised nearly half of the group's original number. It would be a brutal and unrelenting pursuit, fueled by the wrath and determination of the Ashen, led by their Golden-Eyed Lord. It was the first time his people had witnessed Llucerian consumed by such fury, a wrath born from the belief that the very life of his people was at stake. Under this torrent of golden-wrath, he became a truly terrifying figure. The full powers of a Luminarch surged through him, and a nimbus of void-light played about his form, barely contained by any semblance of humanity. And only after weeks of unyielding combat throughout the Under-Spire, the Ashen would be cleansed of their traitorous elements. And in Llucerian's eyes, the ordeal had only strengthened the Ashen, leaving them better for the purification. In the eyes of his people, Llucerian emerged as the ultimate choice for leadership. His reputation soared, and in the years that followed, he continued to distinguish himself as a leader of unparalleled strength and resolve.

### Monsters in The Dark

Under Llucerian's leadership, the Ashen would consume the Citron Spire-Cluster, with those who followed and bowed they'd experience a period of unprecedented prosperity. His diplomatic skills became evident as he orchestrated alliances and negotiations with other factions, fostering a climate of cooperation and collaboration across the Eastern Spire-Cluster. As he continued his journeys, Llucerian was seen differently by rival Gang-Clans. To some, he was a Whispering Serpent, a cunning and enigmatic figure who wove intricate webs of diplomacy. To others, he was a Snarling Wolf, a formidable force that struck fear into those who opposed him. Regardless of the perceptions, none could deny that he had made his abilities known throughout the Spires. His outstretched hands, which brought unity and harmony, were met with a chorus of both praise and apprehension. To these *"Wolves in The Dark,"* he either delivered salvation, guiding them to a more prosperous path, or he brought ruin to those who resisted his call for unity. For His grasp was equally efficient in meting out punishment as it was in showing affection to those who remained loyal to his cause.

Yet, to the Highborn residing in their opulent High-Spires, Llucerian was a force to be reckoned with, seen as either a harbinger of death or a new constraint tightening around their throats. He would personally visit the doorsteps of these elite, leaving his forces to act only at his command, lurking in the shadows of a Nobleman's office as he patiently waited. For many of the high and mighty, their final glimpse would be of the Golden-Eyed Prince of Ash, a man whose name echoed ominously through the Noble Courts, where bounties upon his head served as grim testament to his infamy. And as night descended, his forces would strike, reducing their courts and towering spires to nothing more than dark memorials of death as with a surgeon's precision, the Ashen severed yet another thread from the tapestry of the elite, leaving behind only echoes of their former glory.

For those who were not simply decapitated in their beds, Llucerian's mode of operation remained equally ruthless. His blades poised to exploit every vulnerability and flaw, leaving no room for escape, while the hundred hands of the Ashen encircled their throats. The Demi-God's whispers shattered any remnants of their resolve, if any still clung to it. Soon, within a near decade or so of work between both combat and diplomacy, both the Meridian Costead Spire Cluster and the Austral-Eas Citron Spire Cluster were United under Llucerian's rule. With The Costead Refineries and the T-G6 Plants within the Brahwush Forests churning out resources at an unprecedented rate as new technologies were introduced to the once stagnant industries.

### Struhune

Under Llucerian's unwavering leadership and motivated by rumors of ancient and abandoned machinery within the Northern wastes, the Ashen embarked on a covert expedition into the frozen expanse of the Northern Arctic Continent of Struhune. Venturing deep into the Frost Wastes of the northern mountains, which had long remained dormant due to the obstructive influence of Blackwatch within the Region. The Ashen had sought to uncover forgotten secrets and hidden treasures. Yet, in the midst of their ambitious venture through the Mountain scape, the Ashen, for the proceeding months would find themselves locked in dire and heedless conflict with sinister black-blooded machines, their shrill shrieks scrapping against the membranes of Cultural Memory as their grotesque forms contorted and chittered, with movements carried upon eerie mechanical whispers.

As the Recon force dug in, it would be during their initial encounters that these mechanical abominations wrought death upon Llucerian's forces, leaving devastation in their wake. Fueled by a furious wrath, Llucerian personally confronted these machine-things in the unforgiving ice-wastes. And in a single battle, he claimed the lives of three, then five, and finally eight of these malevolent automatons. Yet, in the process, he endured severe wounds, the first in his life that pushed him to the brink of death. Kneeling amidst the ice, his armor battered and broken, he shuddered from the pain. The Ashen swiftly rallied around him, employing their vehicles to lift him to the safety of their Forward Base nestled within a Cave Network within the mountains, seeking solace and shelter from the relentless cold and the enigmatic menace that lay beyond.

Sorrow gripped the hearts of the mortal Ashen as they labored tirelessly to tend to Llucerian's grievous, black-edged wounds even as other Casualties died within the Med-Bay around them. They expended their own medical supplies, trying every remedy within their power, but the Demi-God's condition showed no sign of improvement. His breathing remaining ragged and shallow as the red interior of his form was visible for all to see. Hours of struggle went by, with Llucerian's own prodigious healing not having activated even as the Ashen's medical resources quickly dwindled with each passing moment.

Amidst the bleak despair, when all seemed lost, salvation emerged from the night. As white robed and iron crowned beings marched from the icy night and infiltrated the Cave Base. They were the Struhunii clans of the Ice-Wastes, a people who had been long lost to the Wastes since antiquity. These clans had been in possession of a most modest level of technology, reminiscent to Industrial Era savages when compared to the advanced technology of the Spires. The Ashen, their weapons aimed at the Struhunii, initially ordered them to depart. They only lowered their arms when the lead individual among the Struhunii strode past them, his icy black eyes glimmering as he looked over the colossal frame of the Demi-God.

The shaman hissed in contemplation as he observed the wounds of the Demi-God, his ragged hand gently touching the bindings over Llucerian's chest as the Ashen's Lord writhed silently in pain. The Shaman's eye glimmered as he sensed the ternary rhythm of the Luminarch's hearts, snapping his fingers as he summoned another of his Tribesmen, retrieving a pouch as he began to click Psi-Reactive charms over him, his followers falling to their knees as they prayed along the Tempo of the Charms. In response, Llucerian's body convulsed as he roared with a surge of pain of which the Ashen raised their weapons toward the Tribe.

Tempers of the Ashen flared as Llucerian roared in a renewed and fresh pain even as the Tribe continued their Rites. The warriors threatened to fire once again, but were stopped as Llucerian raised a shaking hand-forcing them to cease before he lurched forward, expelling a black bile from his mouth through fits of violent coughing. He rose upon unsteady legs, his Golden eyes hazy before he fell backward back onto the specialized medical table even as his wounds began to pull themselves closed, restitching into a state of healing at an astonishing rate, drawing cheers of amazement and relief from the Ashen. However, their celebration was abruptly halted when the Struhunii clans began pick up the giant in an effort to carry Llucerian away.

The Ashen promptly raised their weapons once again, aiming them at the Struhunii, but the newcomers displayed indifference to the show of force. They continued to drag the Demi-God's massive form deeper into the cave systems. The Ashen, reluctantly trusting these odd individuals who healed their Lord, cautiously followed. Hours of silence went by as they walked, only punctuated by the Activation Clicks of the Helmet Vox-Beads of the Ashen. And as the group pierced the depths of the Cave, the umbral gloom of the cave began to give way to the shapes of ancient machines as they ventured further into the depths. It became evident to the warriors that the Struhunii had inhabited the system that their Forward Base was stationed, and they had carefully placed Llucerian's form at the heart of it. The Ashen, intrigued by the discovery, brought portions and systems of the Forward Base deeper into the system as they began to explore the remnants of the long-forgotten machinery and that held the past of their world within its systems even as the Tribes-People continued to watch over Llucerian.

After an additional two days of the ritual and the Ashen's research, Llucerian finally stirred from his slumber. And found himself surrounded by the Struhunii, who were engaged in some unusual ceremony around him, while the Ashen watched with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. The Titan paid little heed to the peculiar proceedings, shrugging off the circumstances as he rose to his feet. His gaze settled on the dormant Great forges, their potential power and secrets lying in wait, and he prepared to explore the mysteries hidden within. The Ashen would settle within the System for a time, holding down as reinforcements arrived to relieve the original forces as Llucerian along with some Machine-Seers studied the machinery.

Months went by, with the early days being relatively silent until those same Black Blooded machines reared their disgusting heads once again. And across an intermittent collection of battles that spanned the four month period, Llucerian felled the Beasts with the Ashen time and time again. Routing the foul machines within the cave systems before returning to the studying of archeotech.

First, the researchers learned of the primitive language of the Struhunii before delving into the enigmatic tongue of the Forges in an attempt to unlocking their secrets therein. With unwavering determination, Llucerian and his research team mastered the ancient structures over the following months and unearthed a treasure trove of forgotten technology and knowledge. Yet most importantly of their findings was the Vyrkahn, the item of which the Struhunii had venerated for millennia before. Seen as a item gifted by their ancestors, yet in actuality the ancient machine was an SDT Data Construct-an advanced, virtual intelligence computer database created during the Golden Age of Technology, and said to have contained the sum total of Human scientific and technological knowledge-Though this particular SDT had incurred severe damage in the preceding Millennia, with the VI Data shard seeming to have become senile in its solitude with the vast majority of its encrypted database having been corrupted to near uselessness.

Yet, with the SDT in Hand, Llucerian would be able to awaken the Forges once again, and with the primary reactor spurred along, the rest of the colossal, nearly kilometer deep complex roared to life. And with the Demi-God's expertise, the Ashen along with the Struhunii would prove themselves more than capable of fulfilling the long-defunct obligations of the machines that once toiled within these complexes. And through tireless effort and collaboration, the exceptional technical prowess of the Ashen and the Struhunii's profound prior knowledge of the massive complex would lead to a comprehensive understanding of the long-abandoned Lecarrite technology. Together, they would not only restore this ancient and decrepit machinery to its former glory but also begin to modify it with remarkable ease. As the researchers breathed new life into these dormant behemoths of metal and stone, Llucerian would spend months in attempt to decipher the Vyrkahn Data-Mind, and in doing so discovered an active but faulty Virtual Conscious within the Construct. Vyrkahn, or V-IIV as it called itself held a reserved and introverted outlook during its first conversations with the Demi-God, keeping certain ideas and schematics from him.

Though as the weeks dragged on and as the Forges continued to roar, a rapport was able to be built between the two, and Vyrkahn began to show a mischievous personality as it began to play mental games with Llucerian, often with his reward for success being a shard of a schematic or a story of an Ancient Lecarro. Llucerian would come to enjoy these games, which often devolved with the two discussing design ideas for new technologies. Yet, soon much of the Forges technology was understood by Llucerian, and with a sturdy knowledge base he would begin to build upon it with ideas discussed with V-IIV. These alterations and slight mechanical improvements would dramatically increase both the resource collection efficiency of the Auto-Drills, and the Fusion Modeling Cores of the Forges-heralding a technological revolution among the Ashen. With his profound understanding of the intricate machinery, he streamlined their processes and enhanced their output. The Ashen now possessed the capability to achieve feats that had once been considered unattainable, reshaping their future and potential as a formidable faction.

In a remarkably short span of four years, the Ashen and their newfound allies had undergone a remarkable transformation. They now wielded weaponry and technology that had not been seen on Lecarro for millennia. Llucerian's ascent had been equally impressive, evolving from a mere member of the Ashen's committee to a true and potent threat to the established order of the world. And as his stature as a Warlord grew, so did the reach of his enclave. Guided by Llucerian's visionary leadership, the world would bear witness to a renaissance of technology and ambition, as they embarked on a journey that would reshape the future of the planet. With a keen eye for technological advancement, Llucerian oversaw the construction of even more sophisticated and efficient extraction machinery and weaponry. The Ashen were at the forefront of technological innovation, and their newfound wealth and resources allowed them to refine their capabilities.

However, as a leader, Llucerian became increasingly aware of the dire circumstances facing not only the Ashen but also all the gang-clans and factions that resided within the spire cities of Lecarro. Despite their own success, he understood the larger challenges that still loomed over the planet and its divided inhabitants, driving him to seek solutions for the greater good. As the Ashen prospered with their newfound technology and resources, they couldn't ignore the stark contrast that plagued the rest of Lecarro's spire cities. These once-proud factions were in a state of decline, their technology and population dwindling in the face of enforced resource shortages and sterilization imposed by Blackwatch.

These traitors against humanity, Blackwatch, had long aligned themselves with the same sinister black-blooded machines that the Ashen had confronted within the Ice-Wastes. They had become vessels for this Legion of Iron, conspiring to keep humanity imprisoned on the world as the machines quietly ruled from the shadows, perpetuating a nightmarish reign over the planet. And it was then that he waged a brutal four year campaign against Blackwatch and it's Patron Monsters. First came the siege of Cralai, as the northern continent had been home to the Slave fields of Blackwatch, where for millennia millions toiled to fuel the war machine.

### Rediscovery

In the wake of the tragic loss of the Luminarchs, the Emperor, refusing to be disheartened by the setback that spanned almost four thousand years of work, turned his attention to salvaging what remained. While the Luminarchs themselves could not be recreated, their genetic records and preserved samples of their accumulated genetic material endured. With these precious remnants, the Emperor embarked on the creation of a formidable force of superhuman warriors, destined to become renowned throughout the galaxy as the Imperial Marine Legions. At the side of the newly formed Imperial Marine Legions, the Emperor established the Imperial Combat Regiments, complemented by the formidable Armada Imperialis powered by Jovian Ship-Forges. With these powerful forces at the forefront, the Emperor launched His Great Crusade, fueled by an unwavering determination to restore humanity to its former glory.

In the early years of the Young Stellar Imperium, the onslaught of its 20 Imperial Legions proved nearly unstoppable. Despots, aliens, and daemons alike crumbled before the relentless advance of these formidable armies, marking the beginning of an era where the Imperium's might knew no bounds. During the Great Crusade, worlds that had once suffered under enslavement and terror willingly embraced the banner of the nascent Stellar Imperium. It was amidst this monumental undertaking that, one by one over the course of the Crusade, the lost Luminarchs were finally reunited with their Father and Emperor. Each took up their rightful places as the masters of the Imperial Marine Legions. And as the Emperor relentlessly worked to reunite the scattered worlds of humanity, His quest for His lost children spanned the galaxy. Guided by an unparalleled psychic link to their lost masters, the Imperial Throne ships of the Legions navigated the cosmos, homing in on the worlds where the lost Luminarchs resided. These reunions marked pivotal moments of the Great Crusade, as the once-scattered Luminarchs returned to lead their Legions in the name of the burgeoning Stellar Imperium.

The Emperor's search for His lost Luminarchs led Him to Llucerian early in the Great Crusade, facilitated by the proximity of Lecarro to Terra.

The final confrontation of Llucerians crusade took place within the central citadel of Lecarro's Cluhron Cluster, culminating in the triumphant siege of the towering obsidian-black fortress-spire known as the Black Obelisk. It would be a grueling six month siege that encompassed the length of the city, with billions fighting on each side like a recreation of myth as the Legions of the Golden Eyed titan clashed with the Horde of the Black Blooded beasts. Yet, once the decisive victory had been secured, with the Black Obelisk in ruins and the machines and their allies routed, the Emperor would finally reveal Himself in a sudden entrance. The Emperor's fleet, heralded by the resounding world horn of the Merkabah, breached the Lecarrite orbital rings to make their atmospheric breach. In the aftermath of Llucerian's greatest victory, upon the fall of the Black Obelisk, he was abducted through the Warp-Lift and brought aboard the Merkabah.

After a short period of recuperation following the sudden journey through the chaotic expanse of the Void, the Emperor was finally reunited with his first lost son. And for many standard years, Llucerian stood as the Emperor's sole son, fostering a profound affinity between them that would shape the course of the Great Crusade and the Stellar Imperium. For ten years, Llucerian underwent secret studies under his father and, in part, the Stellar-Council comprising the Imperial Cabinet before the wider Stellar Imperium would learn of his existence. During this clandestine period, Llucerian immersed himself in intense learning and physical training. He sparred with the Demigod warriors of the Legio Seraphim and engaged in wargames with the greatest generals of the Imperium, honing his skills under the watchful eye of the Emperor and the esteemed members of the Imperial Cabinet.

The Emperor personally invested in his son, dedicating countless hours to imparting the intricacies of war and strategy to Llucerian. Guided by the Emperor's wisdom, Llucerian swiftly distinguished himself as an exceptional student. His sharp mind and unyielding determination facilitated the rapid absorption of knowledge, earning him a position as one of the Emperor's most trusted advisors and confidants. In this role, Llucerian became an integral part of the Imperium's leadership, contributing significantly to the unfolding strategies and decisions of the Stellar Imperium.

Five years into his education, and in acknowledgment of his extraordinary abilities, Llucerian was bestowed with command over the Lecarrite Firstborn—a formidable force comprising a hundred thousand transhuman warriors. The recruits for this elite unit were secretly transported away by the Emperor during Llucerian's tutelage, each reborn from the superhuman genetic code of the Emperor's first son.

The Emperor's decision to conduct this act of secrecy was twofold—firstly, to swiftly reinforce the Original First Legion, known as the Legion of the First Sons, following their severe defeat during the Campaign for Telvaumia and the widespread suffering of the Legion Gene-Plagues, where more than half of the Legion was sundered. Secondly, it served as a test of the accumulated skills of his First Son.

Over the next five years, Llucerian and his Lecarrite Firstborn clandestinely participated in the Great Crusade, achieving a mix of victories and defeats in the name of the Stellar Imperium. Among their notable triumphs were the twin compliances of the Nonzoruta and Votania Star Systems, the Legion's march into the Ceon 3 Wastes in search of a Jovian Black Armory, and the Siege of Zuiphus—a surgical dismantling of a Fortress-World ruled by a despot who resisted joining the Imperium. These accomplishments. Though secret to the Imperium proper, it still solidified Llucerian's standing as a formidable military leader within the expanding Imperium.

Soon, with his education done–the collective First Legion, both hidden and apparent, would be summoned to the Hiemia System, on order by the Emperor himself to bring it to heel.

### Great Crusade

Lecarro, relatively close to Terra in the void by planetary standards, and with whom some minor intermittent contact had been maintained even through the Long Dark, had its murderous and strife-torn population marked by one of the first expeditionary fleets of the Great Crusade to leave the Sol System.

With its resources stripped it had little strategic worth and its people were judged largely beyond illumination, but the fledgling Imperium needed teeth as well as ideals and that necessity saved Lecarro. Its youth had been harvested in their tens of thousands, first as impressed troopers for the Crusade armies and then the finest specimens were taken for the Legion.

Upon Luna these chosen sons and daughters of Lecarro were reborn as warriors of the Ist Legion. With these new recruits came a further accolade. The Emperor in honor of their new birthplace, the ruthless propensities of the Lecarrites and the victories of the past won by the Legion's original Terran Angelus such as the First Pacification of Luna, he along with Llucerian gave the Ist Legion a name to strike fear into his enemies. As they scattered to spill blood amongst unclaimed stars their enemies would know them as the Sons of the Morning.

For fourteen standard years, the Emperor and Llucerian fought the opening campaigns of the Great Crusade side by side, the Luminarch learning at the foot of his gene-sire. When at length the Emperor detected another of the Luminarchs and departed to locate them, Llucerian was left at the head of his Father's hosts, the *Imperialis Armada Principia*, entrusted with the command of the conquering armies. Llucerian was well suited to the task, and the lessons he had learned in the previous solar decade served him well.

As one by one the other Luminarchs were united with their gene-father and their brothers and sisters, Llucerian came increasingly to be regarded as the greatest of their number, the first amongst equals. When the second Luminarch was found, Llucerian, while happy that he would soon meet one of his brethren, swore to himself that he would always remain the Emperor's favored child.

The Sons of the Morning waged war for three hundred years, pushing back the darkness with fire and blood. Their victories were manifold and Llucerian's generalship was legend, and so it was that the respect of their brother Legions rose to almost unrivalled heights.

While many of his brothers and the Imperial Marine Legions created in their genetic image were gifted in specific fields of military science, Llucerian was a natural leader, his greatest genius his ability to meld seemingly divergent allies into a coherent whole. This skill was not only of use on the battlefield, for it carried over into contacts with the peoples the Great Crusade met.

It was Llucerian's way to treat with the populations of newly-contacted worlds according to the cultural traditions of each, and this highly successful doctrine was encouraged to be repeated in each of the Imperial expeditionary fleets. Llucerian believed that to do so would lessen the hostile reaction of opponents who wished to parley.

As the Great Crusade pushed outward, and more Luminarchs were discovered, the Emperor's time became divided, pulled in more and more directions. Llucerian has often been placed in the overall strategic command of the Great Crusade, a position in which he proved his skill as a leader time and time again. He quickly won the approval and support of the other Imperial Marine Legions, along with their leaders.

One of the skills that made Llucerian such a great leader was that he possessed an innate understanding of human psychology; he was able to read people in such a way that he could choose to promote their strengths or exploit their weaknesses.

This allowed him to find a non-military solution in several campaigns as he used his sheer inhuman charisma and diplomatic negotiation skills combined with the ever-present threat of the Imperial Marine Legions' unstoppable force to bring other human-settled worlds into Imperial Compliance without bloodshed.

His understanding of the human mind allowed Llucerian to bring out the best within his fellow Luminarchs, which allowed him to deploy the various Angelus Legions into the battlefield roles to which they were best suited. He quickly learned of the skill displayed by The Storm Raptors and Umbral Wardens in deploying for rapid strikes, while the Imperial Harbingers and The Iron Asha'karii were always placed at the forefront of planetary sieges.

Llucerian was said to wield the Imperial Marine Legions, and later the merely human soldiers of the Imperial Armies, as a lesser general would position individual squads to perform to their advantages. He was also responsible for promoting competitive rivalries between certain Imperial Marine Legions in the desire to spur these Angelus on to greater heights.

## Personality

A superlative warrior, an indomitable commander, and regal diplomat. A motivator of men made nearly without peer, and the only Luminarch capable of the management of his brethren with any real success. The Luminarch most suited to the needs of the Great Crusade, whose talents and abilities uniquely suited what the Emperor wanted from his sons.

But for all his pride Llucerian was known to have a very sinister, dark streak. In him were alloyed the elements of his god-like brethren, their strengths were also his to a greater or lesser measure, while his charisma, his ability to forge others - mortal or transhuman - to his purpose, was a strength made all his own.

But more than this, it is no coincidence that the symbol of the Eye in the Sun would quickly become his seal and his sign, for he saw much, and his vigilance did not sleep - his was not simply the eye of the guardian, but that of the hunter. His was an eye that saw both weakness and strength, no matter how well hidden, and saw how to exploit it; an eye that saw both how best to destroy and create. He peered across a million warzones across the galaxy and everywhere he was capable of peering through veiled strength and finding weakness wherever his gaze fell. He saw the flaws, whether in the serried lines of Planetary defenses or in the hearts of the soldiers who manned them, and he knew how to exploit them.

## Wargear

* **Tenebris:** Gifted to Llucerian upon his complete ascension as acting Luminarch of the newly christened Sons of the Morning. Originating deep from within the Dark-Vaults of the Grand Imperial Palace itself. The identity of the blade's true creator is unknown to all, even its wielder. But although its inner technologies are truly ancient, it remains an extremely potent blade of war. Its monomolecular edge and disruptor field is wreathed in Shadowed energies borne in the empyrean Void. And due to the blades' hollowed design, and its Psychic Nature, whilst in battle Llucerian is capable of swinging the weapon as easily as if it were his own hand while carving through all in his path.

* **Star-Stalker:** A Custom Mastercrafted Arcus Rifle refashioned into a Pistol for the Luminarch. It would be gifted to Llucerian by The Zaulk Triumvirate as a show of good will to the newly found Luminarch.

* **The Solar Vigil:** A highly specialized VI Data-Construct, the Solar Vigil acts irrespective of Llucerian's conscious, constantly scanning and absorbing data streams both auditory, visual or otherwise to enhance its bearers already preternatural vigilance, often detecting concealed threats and weaknesses. Additionally, the Vigil System grants him the ability to analyze mass amounts of battlefield data in real-time much quicker than even his superhuman senses would permit, making him a master tactician on the fly.

* **The Solariate Domini:** A finely crafted shield adorned with the emblem of the Eye in the Sun, the Solariate Domini, of which the Legion Honor Guard of the same name, not only offers a formidable physical defense for the Luminarch, but can also project a radiant force field due to its duel link Arc-Reactor housed within the shield. Capable of deflecting heavy mainline tank artillery.

* **The Helian Null-Spear:** Forged upon The Daemon World of Armageddon VI, during the Armageddon Wars, the Helian Null-Spear is only one of six made during the conflicts. Borne of The Primordial of Deaths’ own ribs. The Spears only partially exist within the material universe allowing them to pierce the most potent of defenses. It, along with the rest of its death born Kin are capable of granting true death to even the most powerful of Never-born. And after the end of the first Daemo-Crusade the Helio Spear was reforged within the Halls of Jupiter, and newly reborn It would be laced with psycho-reactive crystals, and a talented psionic conduit such as Llucerian could channel his power into paracausal Solar Flares to strike any nearby foes.

* **The Panoplia Solus:** Once the Primitively Powered Armor built for the Young Luminarch upon Lecarro, It would be reforged under the Emperor’s own oversight within the forge halls of Terra, the armor would be presented to Llucerian at the end of his formal education. Having been Ruined during a sparring session wherein Llucerian combated 3 Seraphim singlehandedly, it would be painstakingly repaired, and upgraded by the Terran Artisans and Jovian Tech-Adepts of the Imperial Palace. As with his other Wargear, it enhanced Llucerians’ psychic ability considerably.