The First Claw

Cyrion, Xarl, Talos Valcoran, Mercutian, Uzas

Cyrion - sketch

Cyrion was a member of the Night Lords. By late M41 he was under the warband of The Exalted and later Talos. A Psyker
who is among the few friendly to Talos, known as "The Soul Hunter", Cyrion himself was universally hated for his own psychic abilities.
This "curse" had caused him to age noticeably, something rare among the Adeptus Astartes.

Xarl - sketch

Xarl was a member of the Night Lords and close friend to Talos Valcoran, also known as the "Soul Hunter". Xarl and Talos grew up on Nostramo together as children and were members of the same street gang, fighting for survival on the unforgiving streets of the Night Lords homeworld. Later, both were inducted into the Legion and served alongside each other in First Claw, 10th Company, in the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy. Xarl continued to fight alongside Talos in his power struggle with Vandred Anrathi, during the Fall of Vilamus, and later during Talos' return to Tsagualsa.

Mercutian - sketch

Mercutian was a member of the Night Lords. Initially of 7th Claw during the Horus Heresy, he ended up under the command of The Exalted of First Claw. Mercutian favoured a Heavy Bolter in combat and proved loyal to Talos throughout his struggles.

Uzas - sketch

Uzas was a member of the Night Lords. Once a proud and honorable fighter, by late M41 he had succumbed to the bloodlust of Khorne, making him absent-minded, aloof, senile, and prone to fits of crazed murder. His "fall" to a Khorne Berzerker was a source of constant grief for Talos Valcoran, who remembered his glorious past.

Talos - sketch

Talos Valcoran also known as the Soul Hunter, is a member of First Claw, 10th Company, Night Lords Legion.
He is somewhat of a prophet among his warband, for he, like his gene-father Konrad Curze before him, bears the curse of foreknowledge.

Prince of Crows

“- Мясо, мясо, мясо, - закаркали вороны.
Яго отпустил лодыжки мертвого мальчика и уселся, переводя дух.
- Мясо, - ответил он. – Оставьте мне что-нибудь, - сказал он птицам, когда те слетелись к трупу.
- Да, Мальчик, – шумели они. – Да, да, да. Оставить Мальчику.
- Можете забирать глаза, - произнес он. – Не люблю глаза.
Птицы хрипло засмеялись по-вороньи в ответ на эту давнюю общую шутку. Они знали, что Мальчик никогда не ест глаза. Как-то раз он попробовал и после этого начал бредить. У Мальчика часами текла из носа и ушей сладкая человеческая кровь, и он проспал всю ночь, подергиваясь на камнях.”