THE PHOENICIAN’S SURGEONS
The Phoenician’s Surgeons
Of all the chaos warbands despised across the galaxy, none are so wretched, vile and cloaked in depravity as that of the Phoenicians Surgeons… a suprisingly large faction for a legion devoted to the almighty giver of pleasure and inducer of pain.
31st Millennium
| III Legion Company | The Phoenicians Surgeon’s |
| Motto | Victoria Concordia Cresit |
41st Millennium
| Warband of the Eye of Terror | The Phoenician’s Surgeons |
| Warcry | Voluptas per Caedem |
HISTORY
From the early onset of the heresy in the dark days of Horus’ revolt, the unnatural call to chaos consumed many of the once proud and noble 3rd legion. Once hailed as one of the finest fighting forces within the finest legion of the Imperium the Phoenician’s Surgeons could boast a plethora of reknowned artisans, scholars, musicians and bladesmen. Utterly devoted to their primarch whom they saw as first and foremost bastion of the pursuit of perfection. It is no suprise then that when Fulgrims dark turn began his most devoted and elite followers soon fell behind him.
Giving in fully to all manner of depraved acts as worlds burned, the apothecaries of this legion gained particular noteriety with a substance stimulant so powerful and potent that other legions amongst Horus’s retinue of traitors simply forbade the use of it for battle or otherwise. Paxcorpilix, or pax amongst the legionares deranged or desperate enough to use it would yeild terrible results for friend and foe alike. Squads would take up unnatural positions and disregard direct orders for favourable battlefield exposure. Under the use of pax dicombobulation was exquisite, pain was orgasmic, feeling anything that was above the normal thresholds of that of a legionary could handle would lead to an almost un-ending release of euphoria. Those of the phoenicians surgeons became known as pax-eyed due to their new found wide eyed stares, often accompanied with nerve shredding grins displaying grinding teeth.
Where once their precision in drop assault and formational discipline gave them their title and monaker, now it is a crude remark to how they treat their captives and slaves such as those unfortunate enough to find themselves in the undefended parts of Holy Terra at the end of the Great Siege. Such inhumane and depraved experiments performed to produce more of the vile pax concoction and also for the pleasure of it, slaughtering innocents while their own allys faultered. The acts commited during that siege will earn them the hatred of mankind and traitor alike.
Alas, now they dwelve deep in the unholy and incomparable endless lunacy of the Eye of Terror. Moving from world to world in search of plunder, conflict and all new manner of sensation. But those under the light of the Emperor, or any form of xenos who would seek safety, solitude or passage throughout the starways should know, such things as the phoenicians surgeons do not act in accordance with goals or objectives nor even victory at times, they seek only what their black hearts desire, infinite pleasure through those forsaken enough to cross their paths.
