The Cult of the Gun
Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Great Gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse;
Sway steep against them, and for years rehearse
Huge imprecations like a blasting charm!
the time in the Rhino as he had always done, checking his bolter for imperfections,
cleaning it, whispering to it and tracing it’s clean lines with his gauntleted
fingers. It mattered little that the transport shook and jarred him and his
brothers as it sped them to battle, his practiced hands could still dismantle
and strip the gun, lovingly caress its components and slot them neatly back
into place again without worry. It had never failed him before, and it would
not fail him today.
in his helmet crackled into life and the distinctive echoing, sepulchral tones
of his warsmith spilled onto the line.
time to battle one minute and closing.” It said. “For the glory of the gun.”
glory of the gun!” his battle brothers repeated in unison within the transport.
his ammunition levels. It would not do to dishonour his weapon with so simple
a mistake as forgetting to feed it.
his bolter once more and bought it close to his helmet.
whispered as much to himself as to the weapon. “Soon!”
Then it was
time. The Rhino skidded to a halt and like a well-oiled machine the squad of
marines burst through the doors and slid into firing positions around the vehicle.
Ignius pulled the trigger and the weapon sprang into life, singing it’s beautiful
song of death. He let the dulcet tones of the shells lull him into tranquillity
as his practiced arm and eye sought out the enemy, bought the fire of the weapon
to bear upon them. It had ceased to matter years ago who the enemy were or why
they fought, it was enough to hear the joyful dirge of the gun and see the red
craters explode across their bodies as they died.
brothers stopped a moment as they heard the Great Gun speak, and they turned
their heads skyward to watch as their gods’ spittle traced its beautiful arc
of plasma across the heavens toward them and the foes they faced. Unerringly
accurate as always he projectile part shell and part daemon essence exploded
into the middle of the enemy battle group, melting flesh and armour and sending
bodies and earth fountaining into the air. The brothers felt the ecstasy of
the shockwave through their battle armour and knew that it was good.
The foe ran
screaming from the field as Ignius fired up his bolter once more and sent the
hot fire and bright tracers screaming after them.
Iron without” he shouted, laughing. “For the glory of the gun!”
of the gun are an unusual group of marines within the Iron Warriors chapter.
Lead by an enigmatic warsmith known only as The Mouth of The Gun, the warriors
hold that only the gun gives meaning to their lives, and furthermore that the
gun has come amongst them in spirit form: a great basilisk, possessed with the
spirit of a daemon is their god. Even other iron warriors consider them unbalanced.
some debate as to who, or what is the real leading force within the cult. The
Mouth of The Gun holds that he is nothing but a spokesperson for the will of
The Gun (such as they refer to their basilisk machine-god) who communicates
to him alone. Others believe that the daemon possessing the gun is nothing but
an animalistic spirit and that The Mouth is the real power in the cult, who
is controlling the belief of his marines for his own ends. In truth, only
the Mouth himself knows the answer, and he isn’t telling.
of the cult are really very simple, and can be expressed as follows.
We are warriors of chaos. Within the
eye of terror, this is the totality of our existence.
As warriors, the gun is the tool of
our trade. Without the gun, we cannot kill our enemies, we cannot bring death
to the false emperor. Without the gun, we are ineffective as warriors. Therefore,
the gun brings meaning to half of our lives.
As servants of chaos, we recognise
that the gun is also a great tool. What better way is there to encourage the
baser instincts of man than to arm him when his fellows are powerless?
What better way to bring conflict than to offer the gun as a prize? What better
way to sow discord than to put the gun in the hands of the primitive who knows
not its purpose? Therefore, the gun brings meaning to the other half of our
The gun is the totality of our existence.
Without the gun, we have no purpose. The gun is all.
who belong to the cult worship the Great Gun and devote their lives to the care
and use of their armaments. They know their weapons inside out, and treat each
one with the reverence deserved to a minor god. They know that without their
weapons, they are nothing but with them they are all-powerful.
in battle, gun cultists love nothing more than distributing guns amongst primitive
life forms on backwards planets. They see this as the most effective way of
promoting conflict and chaos through the universe. For what is chaos if not
the feeling that one is oneself a god amongst his fellow beings? Such is the
feeling that the gun provides.
- All units in the army that can take
the mark of chaos undivided must do so.
- No model is allowed to take a close
- All vehicles must take any gun upgrades
that they can, including extra pintle weapons and havoc launchers
- Only the Great Gun is allowed the
daemonic possession and parasitic possession gifts: it will tolerate no rivals
of the army is the Mouth of the Gun. He is a chaos lord with a servo-arm, kai
gun and daemonic aura, which he draws from the Great Gun itself.
elites allowed are Obliterators. To gun cultists, obliterators are the pinnacle
of the cult for they have become living weapons themselves, becoming one with
the gun in the way most cultists can only dream of. The patron of the gun cult,
the Great Gun itself bestows no other or better daemonic gifts to its servants.
There are no chosen, there are no possessed: those shown favour are granted
the joy of fusion with their weapons.
gun cult marines are fielded as normal, within the restrictions for the whole
army. They are usually mounted in Rhinos. Tactical doctrine suggests that heavy
weapons and obliterators make up the firebase while the job of marines is to
flank the enemy and pour withering fire down upon their sides and rear. Transport
is also vital in case the cultists have to rush to the defence of the Great
No fast attack
choices are allowed. It’s just doesn’t fit with the character of the army.
to forgo the extra heavy support choice in the interests of not being accused
of fielding a typical iron warriors army. The first heavy support choice is
the Great Gun itself. This is a basilisk, which always takes the following upgrades:
- Daemonic Possession and Parasitic
Possession to indicate the god-spirit dwelling within the vehicle.
- Mutated Hull to represent the extra armour that the cultists have lovingly grafted on to protect their god.
- Dirge caster to represent the constant moaning, screaming and incoherent babble that the Daemon gives out, which is interpreted by the Mouth.
- In keeping with the tenets of the cult, a pintle weapon and havoc launcher have been grafted on to the body of the Great Gun.
That all makes it one expensive basilisk, but it's in keeping with the theme. I'm toying with the idea of giving it living hull as well: although it fits well with the idea of a god-vehicle it's also a short range attack, which isn't really in keeping.
The Great Gun is usually accompanied by Havocs with move-and-fire anti-infantry weapons and/or obliterators to protect it from foes that get too close.
The final heavy support slot would probably be a predator, just because I like the model.