PEDRO KANTOR Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists Survivor of the Rynn's World Waarg and hero of the Imperium Patron : www.patreon.com/join/3510517 Crimson Fists Video: th-cam.com/video/ml9C5f6aOb8/w-d-xo.html Imperial Fists Video (Parent Legion) : th-cam.com/video/_nvK_Jq9Faw/w-d-xo.html Rogal Dorn Videos (Primarch) : th-cam.com/video/hRUd-9A3MwY/w-d-xo.html# Black Templars Video: th-cam.com/video/e4AFtQbNNrI/w-d-xo.html
@Abe Froman I am so sorry to hear that brother Abe. I’m working hard to try to get stuff out. Sleepy but long edition hopefully tomorrow with Vigilus then heading towards the weekend. If I can get Ultramar yo work I will. Sorry it’s not been possible thus far. :(
Just to repeat what others have already said: another excellent chapter! I hope to support you on Patreon at the end of this month and I hope others soon do the same. Thanks for the videos!
When I read Rynn’s World the moment I knew Pedro Kantor was a living legend was when he carried the exhausted mother on his arms. He could have left her behind and sped up the pace, but he knew that although his chapter had been brought low, he was still the protecter of the common people.
I like to think that most veteran marines have more of a personality and independence because they had a lot of time to learn after their psycho indoctrination.
Ever since first hearing Wolf Lord Rho read the story of Cantor and the Fists rescuing a family during the trek to New Rinn City, I've been a hardcore Cantor & Crimson Fists fan. Some of Dorn's proudest sons: embodiments of both his unfailing will and his deeply human heart. Absolutely love them. Thanks for covering more of Dorn's faithful sons!
My favorite lore of the Crimson Fists is that their first Chapter Master, Alexis Polux was a close friend to warsmith Barabas Dantioch. He is perhaps the only son of Dorn who managed to make a friend of an Iron warrior.
My favorite story of pedro was when he saved a mother and children. Actually carrying her . I shed a tear for sure . Though a dark future of war ...true heroes remain . Thanks for covering them today .
just told my step son when i paint him up an army in a few years *hes only 9 right now* they will be crimson fists. the guardians of the Loki sector. His names Loki. He likes red and blue. ;)
Chapter Master Kastor is a true son of the Praetorian of Terra who take is so legendary that everyone in the Imperium knows of his heroism during the siege of their homeworld. The Crimson Fists are proud chapter that earn their glories, honors, and their pride for their service for the Imperium for ten thousand years.
How you can have "only" 70k subscribers is beyond me. Idk if you ever read this baldi, but i want to say thank you. Im struggling with depression and severe anxiety and your voice is one of the the few things that can rip me out of my miserable state and give me the blessing of sleep. The only problem is that when im finally able to sleep, i want to continue listening. This has messed up my sleeping schedule several times in the past, but in the best way imaginable. So yeah... thank you from the bottom of my heart. - a gentle listener
I've always liked the Crimson fists - most illustrations show them in a desperate last stand - the 24th last stand at Rorkes Drift springs to mind. I dips me lid to Brother Baldermort, yet again. It's a cruel world.
Another great video that I thank you for! I'm not sure if you had seen some of my other comments from the past few days my friend but last week during your reply to one of my comments you asked that I remind you this week about possibly doing a night goblins video and one about my beloved night lord raptors/ warp talons. Thank you for considering these brother, I know you alone could give these the amazing videos in which they truly deserve! Please be safe and happy!
Strangely beautiful. The Crimson Fists have been my favorite chapter for decades. Ever since I first started reading about the Space Marines back in the early nineties. Pedro is such an icon.
Greetings Faithful servant, my thanks for your service can know no bounds and I would humbly request on providing your research into the Adeptus Astartes specialty units such as the Apothecary, TechMarine, Librarians, and the Chaplaincy. Take as much time as required as your talent for storytelling and immersion makes me feel like I'm there in the moments experiencing what they are feeling and seeing. It brings tears to my eyes the way you can bring the story to life. And this is why you will always be my favorite.
my first army, the start of my plastic crack addiction. while i may have more armies now. my Ebon Chalice SoB may have grown to be my favorite. those crimson gauntlets standing out against the cool blue of their armor will always remind me of the first time i put paint to model. thank you for doing the Crimson Fists and Chapter Master Kantor justice by telling their tale with your fantastic narration Baldermort.
Damn, last time I was this early, angron had just landed and killed those Eldar. Into the 40k lore Playlist it goes, 91 videos now and most of them are you! Excellent job.
yeeeeeeeeeees! you did one on pedro woot. my crimson fists thank you friend. have to admit since finding your channel iv been binging lol by far one of the best lore channels for 40k keep up the good work! and may the emperor watch over you. i know i will.
I've listened to your stories about Rogal Dorn, of the Imperial Fists and now of Pedro Kantor. Baldermort for the way you tell the stories and explain these mighty heroes I want you to know that I am now in love with them!! I'm building an army of fists thanks to you 😁
Pedro Kantor, The Vengeful Fist. 'Six metres up, the beast called Snagrod dropped from the bay door, landing so hard and heavy that Kantor imagined he felt the plate tremble. Of course, that was impossible. The Nolfeas Plate used anti-gravitic suspension just like the others. Nothing short of a Naval transport could shake it. Now that Snagrod had landed on the plate, he rose to his full height, and the gunship pulled up into the air, hovering there, drifting drunkenly from left to right as the pilots tried to keep it steady. Kantor’s eyes were on the warlord. Snagrod wore no suit of power armour like other warlords did. His hulking, muscle-bound torso was bare of everything save deep scars and burns, crude stitches and rippling veins as thick as a man’s thumb. This lack of armour was the most overt sign of pure confidence and power Kantor had ever seen in an individual ork. Kantor knew then that he had never faced a beast like this in mortal combat. For weaponry, the monster wielded no power claw, but he gripped a single massive heavy-stubber in the fingers of its right hand, box-fed with a cruelly serrated bayonet slung underneath the barrel. There were close combat weapons slung on the creature’s back too, but Kantor didn’t have a good view of them. The two enemies glared at each other, frozen for a moment, each silently assessing his foe. From around Snagrod’s thick waist, a collection of Space Marine helmets hung, swinging on short iron chains that rattled from a squiggoth-skin belt. There were four helmets, each coloured differently, each taken from a battle-brother belonging to a different Chapter. One was decorated with the gold laurels of a veteran sergeant. Inside his armour, Kantor flexed his muscles and felt blood rushing through them, blood and adrenaline. The latter would make him faster, inure him to pain, help him fight fatigue and make his opponent’s movements seem slower than they really were. But how fast could this monster move? Unhindered by tonnes of iron plate, like that worn by Urzog Mag Kull, Snagrod was a different prospect altogether. The moment broke suddenly, like glass, and it began.' 'Snagrod kept running, blood pouring from his wounds in red rivers, splashing a great wet trail onto the landing plate as he went. The gunship dipped towards the edge of the plate just as Snagrod arrived there, and the warlord leapt into the open bay-door in the side of the craft, causing the whole gunship to swing unsteadily for a moment. Kantor roared in frustration as he watched the ship drift away from the edge on tongues of blue fire. The warlord was going to escape! There was a rattle of fire from behind him, and a patter of storm-bolts exploded on the gunship’s cockpit bubble. The armaplas cracked under the hail of shells, but it didn’t break. Still, the ork pilots weren’t about to wait for another volley of fire. They swung the gunship around and increased its thrust to maximum. As the ship roared off towards the south-east, Kantor’s eyes tracked it. He saw Snagrod lean out of the bay-door and look back at him. Incredibly, it looked like the monster was laughing. Five pairs of heavy footsteps stopped at Kantor’s side. When the ork gunship was gone from view, Kantor turned, and met the visored eyes of Terminator Squad Victurix. It was Rogo Victurix, the squad sergeant, who spoke first. the squad sergeant, who spoke first. ‘He got away.’ ‘This time,’ Kantor snarled back. ‘We have the spaceport secure,’ said Victurix. ‘Anais has the defence grid online. Ruzco is already guiding in the first of the landers. It is minutes away.’ Kantor looked out across the Nolfeas Plate. The damaged ork bombers were still there. ‘We need to clear the tops of the three terminal towers,’ he said. His voice was low, rasping. He was coming down from the adrenaline surge, and even his Astartes physiology felt weary after a battle like that. The pain of the blows Snagrod had landed began to push through to his brain now as the adrenal high seeped away. Victurix nodded to his fellow Terminators and said, ‘I think we can take care of that.’ They would simply push the bombers over the edge of the plate. Together, the Terminators had more than enough combined strength for that. They would clear the areas below of their brother Space Marines first, of course. ‘You know, my lord,’ said Victurix, his tone suggesting a wry smile under that heavy ceramite faceplate, ‘You look terrible.’ Kantor didn’t have it in him to laugh, not right now. The warlord lived. The secondary sun was rising, poking up just beyond the lip of the eastern horizon. Golden beams of light kissed Kantor’s battered armour. He turned to look north, wondering how the Silver Citadel fared. What of Maia Cagliestra and her people? What of the Old Ones, the Dreadnoughts he had left to fight on the walls. The void-shields had probably fallen by now, or would be close to it. In a few minutes, the first of the Naval landers would be here. The Legio Titanicus were coming, but were they too late? He and his dauntless Astartes had done everything they could. They had seen to the things that were within their power, and at great cost. Much of the Chapter’s blood had been spilled. Many brave brothers would be mourned. What happened next lay as much in the hands of others as it did in those of the Crimson Fists. Kantor knew this for certain: his Chapter would survive. The Crimson Fists would claw this world back, province by province, metre by metre if necessary. Everything would be put right. If he did nothing else in this life, he would see to that. He was Lord Hellblade, twenty-ninth Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists, Scion of Dorn, born to wage war in the name of the Emperor. Alessio Cortez would stand with him, and so would his unflinching battle-brothers, warriors like Daecor, Victurix, Grimm, Deguerro, all of them. Dark decades still lay ahead, but he would endure. The Chapter would endure...' - The Escape of Snagord, form the Rynn's World Spaceport 'THE GREENSKIN WAS a towering brute, two-and-a-half metres tall and broad as a bull grox. Clad in patchwork armour made from scavenged steel plates, and brandishing a massive cleaver and a huge, belt-fed gun in its knobby fists, it lurched from the darkness of a decrepit shack into a storm of smoke and full-auto fire. Mass-reactive shells were ripping through the squalid, ork camp, clawing apart their sheet metal huts and scattering piles of refuse, or kicking up geysers of mud and fluid from steaming cesspools. Greenskins charged about in confusion, roused from their night-time stupor by the sudden onslaught and blazing away with their own weapons at anything that moved. Streams of green and red tracers sprayed in every direction, buzzing and snapping down the narrow lanes or ricocheting wildly from the armoured flanks of ork bikes and war buggies. Coals scattered from the greenskins' many bonfires had set a number of trash piles alight, deepening the murk and adding to the chaos. The ork brute breathed in the reek of burning trash and the stink of spent propellant. Its beady eyes narrowed, and a toothy grin spread across its scarred face. A stray round spanged off its left shoulder plate and went howling off into the darkness. Filling its lungs with smoky air, the greenskin raised its weapons, threw back its horned head, and roared. 'Waaaaaaaa-' A figure reared up out of the smoke. A giant of a man, clad in battered armour of midnight blue and hammered gold. A winged skull in silver, covered in bright scars from the bite of bullet and blade, was emblazoned across his breastplate, and golden laurels of valour were fixed to the warrior's pauldrons and greaves. A fifth laurel wrought in dark grey metal and humming with untapped power, rested upon the brow of the giant's scratched and pitted helm. Ragged stubs of parchment, fixed to the warrior's armour by huge wax seals, fluttered at shoulder and knee, and a tattered crimson tabard hung from his armoured waist. The giant's fists were painted the colour of blood, and the right one, outsized and crackling with fearsome energies, was raised to strike. Pedro Kantor, Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists, reached the ork in a single stride and slapped the brute across the face with his power fist. The fist's power field met flesh and bone with a sizzling crack, bursting the greenskin's head apart. 'For Dorn and the Emperor!' Kantor roared, his war cry ringing from his helmet's speaker grille and across the combat patrol's vox-net. 'Death to the xenos!' - Pedro Kantor during the "Battle for Traitor's Gorge", Rynns World Reconquista Campaign. ‘This is a world without a name. Until recently, it was thought a dead lump of rock, drifting on the edge of Loki System. But life does endure here. A lost tribe of man, handling in storm lashed cave. Theirs is a hostile world, each dark dawn heralding a renewed onslaught from the remitting elements. Few crops can grow here, an electrical death strikes from the sky without warning. It takes a special kind of man to survive on this world. And life for this hardy few is a war without prospect of an end. This world was an ideal breeding ground. The Monastery was over six decades old, ancient by the standards of this world. End its civilian builders has long been forgotten. As had the false gods whom the great work had been dedicated. In sixty years more, doubtless the monastery would be gone too, already its stone walls had been warn smooth, its crenulations almost flatten. And yet still the rain continued to beat up on it, as if the world itself wanted to rid of this unnatural growth on its skin..’ - Nameless recruitment world belonged to the Crimson Fist’s Chapter.
So this is who people meant when they said vote for Pedro... By the Emperor, why didn't we listen!? Also, diggin the snazzy new intro brother Baldy. Always nice to see some added polish to an already great channel. The Emperor protects!
i didn't know much about fists in general but your videos on them are so good that i'm bound to learn about rogal dorn's sons. anyone remember black templars lore? that was nicely done
I just recently got into warhammer and my older brother told me about the crimson fists and fell in love with the lore and I’m now making my first army the gigachads crimson fists
Used to look at Cato Sicarius as a badass. However, after Rynns World, I have more respect for Kantor and his Chapter, and Cato is just a smurf. Still hold to my Blood Angels, and Dante as badasses as well, but repsect the tenacity of Kantor, and the Crimson Fists!
Never paid the crimson fists any time but this videos made me a fan. Celestial lions would be a great lore video sir baldermort. Also just noticed that the sons of Dorn don't have much luck with orks (war of the beast, rynns world, and armageddon)
The blood of the crimson fists comes from Rynn. He know that and understands that the only way the chapter can endure is with Rynn's citizens. loved Rynn's world. Still havent red fist of vengeance.
Good day, Binge watching your channel for weeks, subbed, shared. I just wanted to say, the cut to black; right when you say "end quote" epic.. maybe though, right on the end of the latter word next time. 2 cents. epic nevertheless. Love the vids! Thank you for your consistent work!
PEDRO KANTOR Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists
Survivor of the Rynn's World Waarg and hero of the Imperium
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Once again you never cease to amazing with your narrative thank you for your hard work and dedication brother baldermort
@Abe Froman I am so sorry to hear that brother Abe. I’m working hard to try to get stuff out. Sleepy but long edition hopefully tomorrow with Vigilus then heading towards the weekend. If I can get Ultramar yo work I will. Sorry it’s not been possible thus far. :(
Just to repeat what others have already said: another excellent chapter! I hope to support you on Patreon at the end of this month and I hope others soon do the same. Thanks for the videos!
"-Brother you have lost your arm!
-You are mistaken brother, my arm is over there."
Favorite line from that book, hands down.
@@phillipgouthier5525 sounds like TTS
@@phillipgouthier5525 I need the name of that book. So I can confirm this.
@@Tula-cs1ef it's a Space Marine Battle Novel titled "Rynn's World"
@@phillipgouthier5525 thank you
Pedro carrying the starving woman after she fell carrying her children won him my top spot on "nice 40k dudes" list
I know what you mean. At that moment, I became a Crimson Fists fan!
Same here.
When I read Rynn’s World the moment I knew Pedro Kantor was a living legend was when he carried the exhausted mother on his arms. He could have left her behind and sped up the pace, but he knew that although his chapter had been brought low, he was still the protecter of the common people.
Pedro knows that without people, children, and the mother’s that raise them-the Imperium is finished not to mention their own members.
I like to think that most veteran marines have more of a personality and independence because they had a lot of time to learn after their psycho indoctrination.
Good way of looking at it 👍
Ever since first hearing Wolf Lord Rho read the story of Cantor and the Fists rescuing a family during the trek to New Rinn City, I've been a hardcore Cantor & Crimson Fists fan. Some of Dorn's proudest sons: embodiments of both his unfailing will and his deeply human heart. Absolutely love them. Thanks for covering more of Dorn's faithful sons!
Don’t forget, like and comment to appease the almighty algorithm 👍🏼
that's what I always do for my favorite youtubers ✌🏻
Indeed I am liking and commenting even though I'm more of a nurgle/orcs/salamanders fan who probably won't actually fully watch the video.
Pedro kantor Chapter Master of the original poster boys , a Character worthy of the Grim/Dark setting! Brilliant as always my man!
Codename sf1
My favorite lore of the Crimson Fists is that their first Chapter Master, Alexis Polux was a close friend to warsmith Barabas Dantioch. He is perhaps the only son of Dorn who managed to make a friend of an Iron warrior.
Alexis Polux in my opinion isn’t only the first chapter master of the Crimson Fists he is the Crimson Fist
Love Pedro Kantor. Awesome chapter master. Hope he eventually gets a new model.
the most reasonable and measured sons of Dorn.
My favorite story of pedro was when he saved a mother and children. Actually carrying her . I shed a tear for sure . Though a dark future of war ...true heroes remain . Thanks for covering them today .
Maybe you could cover that story one day ?
just told my step son when i paint him up an army in a few years *hes only 9 right now* they will be crimson fists. the guardians of the Loki sector. His names Loki. He likes red and blue. ;)
Chapter Master Kastor is a true son of the Praetorian of Terra who take is so legendary that everyone in the Imperium knows of his heroism during the siege of their homeworld. The Crimson Fists are proud chapter that earn their glories, honors, and their pride for their service for the Imperium for ten thousand years.
*Kantor
Hope the Tanith gets a go on the channel soon
Love the Ghosts. Combining Abnetts gripping stories with Baldermorts gripping story telling... Yes please.
Pedro Kantor: top badass and most likely best bro of Vulkan.
Favorite Chapter master of my favorite IF successor chapter. Thanks for the video Baldermort!
How you can have "only" 70k subscribers is beyond me. Idk if you ever read this baldi, but i want to say thank you. Im struggling with depression and severe anxiety and your voice is one of the the few things that can rip me out of my miserable state and give me the blessing of sleep. The only problem is that when im finally able to sleep, i want to continue listening. This has messed up my sleeping schedule several times in the past, but in the best way imaginable. So yeah... thank you from the bottom of my heart.
- a gentle listener
I’m favorite part of Kantor’s story is when they saved a family from orcs and he carried they tired mother
The Crimson Fists and their excellent Chapter Master. Glorious! I love all of your stories, but those of the Sons of Dorn are my favorite.
I've always liked the Crimson fists - most illustrations show them in a desperate last stand - the 24th last stand at Rorkes Drift springs to mind. I dips me lid to Brother Baldermort, yet again. It's a cruel world.
Not a chapter I knew anything besides being sons of Dorn, thanks for this video brother
Pedro...the Rock...such the apt name
Yes, this is a good video.
glad you covered Mr. Kantor is pretty cool and I love the Crimson Fists.
Thats Senòr Kantor amigo
@@rickconnolly5006 lol
Another great video that I thank you for! I'm not sure if you had seen some of my other comments from the past few days my friend but last week during your reply to one of my comments you asked that I remind you this week about possibly doing a night goblins video and one about my beloved night lord raptors/ warp talons. Thank you for considering these brother, I know you alone could give these the amazing videos in which they truly deserve! Please be safe and happy!
Strangely beautiful. The Crimson Fists have been my favorite chapter for decades. Ever since I first started reading about the Space Marines back in the early nineties. Pedro is such an icon.
Thanks yet again good sir. Please keep up the good work, it's some of the best stuff out there.
I like the idea of Chief Librarian Baldermort, and of a chapter of your choosing
Greetings Faithful servant, my thanks for your service can know no bounds and I would humbly request on providing your research into the Adeptus Astartes specialty units such as the Apothecary, TechMarine, Librarians, and the Chaplaincy.
Take as much time as required as your talent for storytelling and immersion makes me feel like I'm there in the moments experiencing what they are feeling and seeing. It brings tears to my eyes the way you can bring the story to life. And this is why you will always be my favorite.
my first army, the start of my plastic crack addiction. while i may have more armies now. my Ebon Chalice SoB may have grown to be my favorite. those crimson gauntlets standing out against the cool blue of their armor will always remind me of the first time i put paint to model. thank you for doing the Crimson Fists and Chapter Master Kantor justice by telling their tale with your fantastic narration Baldermort.
Sir you left out his humanity, he also saved a load of citizens on his way the the capital
Enjoyed hearing about the leader of my favorite Chapter. The assembly of artwork was inspiring.
Every single video is so well written and narrated, keep up the amazing work. Also, The Black Library should pay you to voice the audio books.
Damn, last time I was this early, angron had just landed and killed those Eldar.
Into the 40k lore Playlist it goes, 91 videos now and most of them are you! Excellent job.
« PEDRO What happend to your chapter??!! ». « We fisted them hard battle brother, but we couldn’t fist them all! »
The ONLY other Chapter to be the poster child of the Space Marines.
Doing my part as a citizen of the Imperium and commenting. The Emperor protects.
I am truly greatful for this video as a Crimson Fists player!
Rogue Trader era box art! Cor that takes me back!😃
One of my favorite chapters. Fortress Monastery destroyed and under 200 marines remaining, yet the chapter was rebuilt
Balls of Steel, Mr Kantor has. :)
@@Baldermort Understatement of the century
@@scuffedwizard true. :).
You figure they'd be kindred spirits with the Lamentors and the Astral Knights.
@@sessy01 Astral Knights, yes. Lamentors wouldn't be in luck however.
Probably one of my favorite characters in 40k. He has such an amazing human core.
Don’t think I have ever been this Early. Keep up the amazing content!
yeeeeeeeeeees! you did one on pedro woot. my crimson fists thank you friend. have to admit since finding your channel iv been binging lol by far one of the best lore channels for 40k keep up the good work! and may the emperor watch over you. i know i will.
My favorite chapter. Thanks for this!!
A great Warrior for a great Chapter. Thank You Sir!
Thank you for this tribute. Comming from a proud Crimson Fists player.
I've listened to your stories about Rogal Dorn, of the Imperial Fists and now of Pedro Kantor. Baldermort for the way you tell the stories and explain these mighty heroes I want you to know that I am now in love with them!! I'm building an army of fists thanks to you 😁
Please never stop being the most amazing storyteller this world has been graced with!!
Came searching for Crimson Fists lore and came upon this. Thank you Baldermort!
Great Chapter and great character! Thanks again Baldermort! Excellent work as always!
As a huge fan of any legion from the geneseed of Dorn, it makes my heart soar to see this addition to your current collection of Dorn related matters
Another glorious video!!
awesomeness thankyu good sir Balbermort
Glorious work Big B!!!
The Crimson fists are one of my favorite successor chapters, the crimson gruntles and and fists really pop on the blue armor
Crimson Fists are one of my favorite chapters, BY FAR!
As always, love your content.
The Emperor Protects.
Thank You good Sir for letting us walk in your garden.
Pedro Kantor, The Vengeful Fist.
'Six metres up, the beast called Snagrod dropped from the bay door, landing so hard and heavy that Kantor imagined he felt the plate tremble. Of course, that was impossible. The Nolfeas Plate used anti-gravitic suspension just like the others. Nothing short of a Naval transport could shake it. Now that Snagrod had landed on the plate, he rose to his full height, and the gunship pulled up into the air, hovering there, drifting drunkenly from left to right as the pilots tried to keep it steady. Kantor’s eyes were on the warlord. Snagrod wore no suit of power armour like other warlords did. His hulking, muscle-bound torso was bare of everything save deep scars and burns, crude stitches and rippling veins as thick as a man’s thumb. This lack of armour was the most overt sign of pure confidence and power Kantor had ever seen in an individual ork. Kantor knew then that he had never faced a beast like this in mortal combat. For weaponry, the monster wielded no power claw, but he gripped a single massive heavy-stubber in the fingers of its right hand, box-fed with a cruelly serrated bayonet slung underneath the barrel. There were close combat weapons slung on the creature’s back too, but Kantor didn’t have a good view of them. The two enemies glared at each other, frozen for a moment, each silently assessing his foe. From around Snagrod’s thick waist, a collection of Space Marine helmets hung, swinging on short iron chains that rattled from a squiggoth-skin belt. There were four helmets, each coloured differently, each taken from a battle-brother belonging to a different Chapter. One was decorated with the gold laurels of a veteran sergeant. Inside his armour, Kantor flexed his muscles and felt blood rushing through them, blood and adrenaline. The latter would make him faster, inure him to pain, help him fight fatigue and make his opponent’s movements seem slower than they really were. But how fast could this monster move? Unhindered by tonnes of iron plate, like that worn by Urzog Mag Kull, Snagrod was a different prospect altogether. The moment broke suddenly, like glass, and it began.'
'Snagrod kept running, blood pouring from his wounds in red rivers, splashing a great wet trail onto the landing plate as he went. The gunship dipped towards the edge of the plate just as Snagrod arrived there, and the warlord leapt into the open bay-door in the side of the craft, causing the whole gunship to swing unsteadily for a moment. Kantor roared in frustration as he watched the ship drift away from the edge on tongues of blue fire. The warlord was going to escape! There was a rattle of fire from behind him, and a patter of storm-bolts exploded on the gunship’s cockpit bubble. The armaplas cracked under the hail of shells, but it didn’t break. Still, the ork pilots weren’t about to wait for another volley of fire. They swung the gunship around and increased its thrust to maximum. As the ship roared off towards the south-east, Kantor’s eyes tracked it. He saw Snagrod lean out of the bay-door and look back at him. Incredibly, it looked like the monster was laughing. Five pairs of heavy footsteps stopped at Kantor’s side. When the ork gunship was gone from view, Kantor turned, and met the visored eyes of Terminator Squad Victurix. It was Rogo Victurix, the squad sergeant, who spoke first.
the squad sergeant, who spoke first.
‘He got away.’
‘This time,’ Kantor snarled back.
‘We have the spaceport secure,’ said Victurix. ‘Anais has the defence grid online. Ruzco is already guiding in the first of the landers. It is minutes away.’ Kantor looked out across the Nolfeas Plate. The damaged ork bombers were still there.
‘We need to clear the tops of the three terminal towers,’ he said. His voice was low, rasping. He was coming down from the adrenaline surge, and even his Astartes physiology felt weary after a battle like that. The pain of the blows Snagrod had landed began to push through to his brain now as the adrenal high seeped away. Victurix nodded to his fellow Terminators and said, ‘I think we can take care of that.’ They would simply push the bombers over the edge of the plate. Together, the Terminators had more than enough combined strength for that. They would clear the areas below of their brother Space Marines first, of course. ‘You know, my lord,’ said Victurix, his tone suggesting a wry smile under that heavy ceramite faceplate,
‘You look terrible.’ Kantor didn’t have it in him to laugh, not right now. The warlord lived. The secondary sun was rising, poking up just beyond the lip of the eastern horizon. Golden beams of light kissed Kantor’s battered armour. He turned to look north, wondering how the Silver Citadel fared. What of Maia Cagliestra and her people? What of the Old Ones, the Dreadnoughts he had left to fight on the walls. The void-shields had probably fallen by now, or would be close to it. In a few minutes, the first of the Naval landers would be here. The Legio Titanicus were coming, but were they too late? He and his dauntless Astartes had done everything they could. They had seen to the things that were within their power, and at great cost. Much of the Chapter’s blood had been spilled. Many brave brothers would be mourned. What happened next lay as much in the hands of others as it did in those of the Crimson Fists. Kantor knew this for certain: his Chapter would survive. The Crimson Fists would claw this world back, province by province, metre by metre if necessary. Everything would be put right. If he did nothing else in this life, he would see to that.
He was Lord Hellblade, twenty-ninth Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists, Scion of Dorn, born to wage war in the name of the Emperor. Alessio Cortez would stand with him, and so would his unflinching battle-brothers, warriors like Daecor, Victurix, Grimm, Deguerro, all of them. Dark decades still lay ahead, but he would endure.
The Chapter would endure...' - The Escape of Snagord, form the Rynn's World Spaceport
'THE GREENSKIN WAS a towering brute, two-and-a-half metres tall and broad as a bull grox. Clad in patchwork armour made from scavenged steel plates, and brandishing a massive cleaver and a huge, belt-fed gun in its knobby fists, it lurched from the darkness of a decrepit shack into a storm of smoke and full-auto fire. Mass-reactive shells were ripping through the squalid, ork camp, clawing apart their sheet metal huts and scattering piles of refuse, or kicking up geysers of mud and fluid from steaming cesspools. Greenskins charged about in confusion, roused from their night-time stupor by the sudden onslaught and blazing away with their own weapons at anything that moved. Streams of green and red tracers sprayed in every direction, buzzing and snapping down the narrow lanes or ricocheting wildly from the armoured flanks of ork bikes and war buggies. Coals scattered from the greenskins' many bonfires had set a number of trash piles alight, deepening the murk and adding to the chaos. The ork brute breathed in the reek of burning trash and the stink of spent propellant. Its beady eyes narrowed, and a toothy grin spread across its scarred face. A stray round spanged off its left shoulder plate and went howling off into the darkness. Filling its lungs with smoky air, the greenskin raised its weapons, threw back its horned head, and roared. 'Waaaaaaaa-'
A figure reared up out of the smoke. A giant of a man, clad in battered armour of midnight blue and hammered gold. A winged skull in silver, covered in bright scars from the bite of bullet and blade, was emblazoned across his breastplate, and golden laurels of valour were fixed to the warrior's pauldrons and greaves. A fifth laurel wrought in dark grey metal and humming with untapped power, rested upon the brow of the giant's scratched and pitted helm. Ragged stubs of parchment, fixed to the warrior's armour by huge wax seals, fluttered at shoulder and knee, and a tattered crimson tabard hung from his armoured waist. The giant's fists were painted the colour of blood, and the right one, outsized and crackling with fearsome energies, was raised to strike. Pedro Kantor, Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists, reached the ork in a single stride and slapped the brute across the face with his power fist. The fist's power field met flesh and bone with a sizzling crack, bursting the greenskin's head apart. 'For Dorn and the Emperor!' Kantor roared, his war cry ringing from his helmet's speaker grille and across the combat patrol's vox-net. 'Death to the xenos!' - Pedro Kantor during the "Battle for Traitor's Gorge", Rynns World Reconquista Campaign.
‘This is a world without a name. Until recently, it was thought a dead lump of rock, drifting on the edge of Loki System. But life does endure here. A lost tribe of man, handling in storm lashed cave. Theirs is a hostile world, each dark dawn heralding a renewed onslaught from the remitting elements. Few crops can grow here, an electrical death strikes from the sky without warning. It takes a special kind of man to survive on this world. And life for this hardy few is a war without prospect of an end. This world was an ideal breeding ground. The Monastery was over six decades old, ancient by the standards of this world. End its civilian builders has long been forgotten. As had the false gods whom the great work had been dedicated. In sixty years more, doubtless the monastery would be gone too, already its stone walls had been warn smooth, its crenulations almost flatten. And yet still the rain continued to beat up on it, as if the world itself wanted to rid of this unnatural growth on its skin..’ - Nameless recruitment world belonged to the Crimson Fist’s Chapter.
Thank you for your good work Mr. Baldemort!
Damn dude sounds like a real badass.
So this is who people meant when they said vote for Pedro... By the Emperor, why didn't we listen!?
Also, diggin the snazzy new intro brother Baldy. Always nice to see some added polish to an already great channel. The Emperor protects!
i didn't know much about fists in general but your videos on them are so good that i'm bound to learn about rogal dorn's sons. anyone remember black templars lore? that was nicely done
I love this channel more and more with each upload
I love your channel and I want you to succeed !
Please continue your great work Baldermort.
I just recently got into warhammer and my older brother told me about the crimson fists and fell in love with the lore and I’m now making my first army the gigachads crimson fists
Used to look at Cato Sicarius as a badass. However, after Rynns World, I have more respect for Kantor and his Chapter, and Cato is just a smurf. Still hold to my Blood Angels, and Dante as badasses as well, but repsect the tenacity of Kantor, and the Crimson Fists!
"AND I, CATO SICARIUS"
Ah crimson fists, my first 40k army (sniffs), I loved the story of a noble chapter on the verge of annihilation.
Aye, brother! That is what I was hoping to do right after checking back in - to lean on existing wisdom and try to make time for fun.
Highly based
I think I voted for this guy years back.
My first exposure to 40k was a lore bit of theirs that my brother showed me.
A legendary chapter master indeed.
EEEEEEEEND QUOTE. Makes me shiver everytime.
Funny enough Rynn's world was my introduction to warhammer 40k back in 2013
Yes! he is one red fist I wouldn't mind shaking xD
enjoyable and welcomed as ever yet, I cannot help but feel there was a notable amount of redundant information.
Vote for pedro
Happy monday loyal citizens of the imperium
Long live my space spaniards! 🙌
As soon as I’m done painting my black Templar army I plan on painting more sons of Rogal Dorn they very much fit my personality and strats ☺️😬✊🏽
Almost as has as the pro lamenters okay we survived this fight let's start.....NOW WHAT????
Gotta love the OG marines
Never paid the crimson fists any time but this videos made me a fan. Celestial lions would be a great lore video sir baldermort. Also just noticed that the sons of Dorn don't have much luck with orks (war of the beast, rynns world, and armageddon)
Jai Shree Ram....
Gives a brand new meaning to Vote For Pedro.
That phrase needed a redemption, IMO...
FOR TEH ALGORITHM!
The blood of the crimson fists comes from Rynn. He know that and understands that the only way the chapter can endure is with Rynn's citizens. loved Rynn's world. Still havent red fist of vengeance.
Got in at the 9 minute mark!
Ah, our ol' friend Pedro.
Yeah! Kantor Blue!
BadAss as always
1st! Congrats on the sub count :) well deserved.
Thanks Brother UK :)
Awesome character and will!!
Good day,
Binge watching your channel for weeks, subbed, shared.
I just wanted to say, the cut to black; right when you say "end quote" epic.. maybe though, right on the end of the latter word next time. 2 cents. epic nevertheless.
Love the vids!
Thank you for your consistent work!
Is anybody else having trouble turning on notifications for baldemorts videos?
Gorgeous artwork! I wanna spray paint a hulk fist red and start punching orks! BTW I heard that "rogue" missile wasn't really off course. Hmmmm...
Great stuff
one of your favourite chapter !
Hurrah
Vote for Pedro
Well over 70k subs it seems like only last week I was congratulating you on 69k :-)
Yay! Thanks STC. :).