RYLANOR: THE ANCIENT OF RITES | Warhammer 40k Lore 

Rylanor: "Hey, Fulgrim, look at me." _Fulgrim turns to look_ Rylanor: "...b*tch." *DETONATES VIRUS BOMB*

Daily reminder that Rylanor was actually waiting in his dreadnought LONGER than the Emperor was on his throne (up until Fulgrim showed up). Dude was suffering alongside big E, without either of them knowing the other's plight.

Imagine how the thousand sons felt, they basically showed up to watch their cousin argue with his dad

You wanna know whats funnier than the first bombing of istvann 3? *THE SECOND BOMBING OF ISTVANN 3*

I kinda want to see Rylanor come back as a Saint of the Emperor. If for no other reason than for him to come back and trigger Fulgrim's PTSD over and over

I think one of the aspects which caused the severe disgust of the thousand sons towards fulgrim was the way he treated his son. Magnus for all his faults was well known as being one of the primarchs who had the closest relationship with his sons so seeing a primarch mistreating his astartes to such a degree had to severally anger the Thousand sons sorcerer

Fulgrim wasn't trying to kill Rylanor, DK! He wanted to turn him into something through chaos and the thousand suns weren't going to let him defile Rylanor.

I've heard it said that the damage dealt to Fulgrim's ego by Rylanor's rejection weakened him enough to keep him from manifesting in the Materium for millennia since. After all, since Fulgrim is a daemon prince now, his ego is his existence. Fulgrim in particular is fed by his self-perception as perfect, so an absolute failure that he can't explain away or blame on anyone else is a real wound to that self-perception. It gnaws at Fulgrim that he failed; that he couldn't seduce or dominate one of his own gene-sons, and that his charisma failed so spectacularly that even another Chaos worshipper chose to side with Rylanor over him. Optimistically, the seed of self-doubt planted by this encounter may be what unravels Fulgrim entirely in the end.

“There are no good boys in 40k.” **Rylanor the Unyielding has entered the chat**

Rylanor’s speech dealt more damage to Fulgrim than the virus bomb. Truly a legend.

Fun Fact: in the Horus Heresy tabletop game Rylanor has unique rules for himself if you play loyalist EC

one man who inspired sorcerers to suicide themselves just to spite Fulgrim, forever wounding his pride, DEFINETLY had an effect on the 40k universe

Damaging Fulgrim's pride is worse than actually killing him.

Some cool details about the story: -the Thousand Sons almost detected Fulgrim in the beginning of the story, but his presence "slithered" away from their mind -there's a prophecy about something sundered (i.e. shattered) being renewed (Magnus' soul?) -Rylanor got the jump on three sorcerers, one of which could see the future -Rylanor had basically gone insane and forgot everything, even his name: the only thing he didn't forget was his hatred towards Fulgrim - and he kept what was left of his sanity exclusively focusing on this hatred for thousands of years. As he talks, he gradually remembers how to speak, who he was, who are the Thousand Sons, and what happened. His purpose used to be remembering the history of his legion. Fulgrim even remarks that many glories went unearned because noone was there to remember them. -Murshid can sense people's emotions, and he could sense Fulgrim's infinite malice and pride. But Rylanor's honor and greateness was more intense than a Slaanesh daemon primarch's pride. -Even Vistario felt the weight of Fulgrim's aura, but Rylanor's spite made him completely immune to his own primarch influence -The Thousand Sons were doomed from the start. They couldn't hold the virus bomb forever, and maybe Fulgrim would kill them anyways

Rylanor was a son of Fulgrim. And one of the most famous and reverred. He was powerful and espected. Fulgrim didn't try to kill him, he wanted to subdue him. To corrupt him. Because FUlgrim is quite the charmer, and that's part of his pride : nobody can resist him. The fact that he was rejected by one of his sons, and a venerable one, was a big hit. The fact that the Thousand Sons looked at him and were disgusted, while Rylanor reminded them what they used to stand for, put the final nail in the coffin. Fulgrim came out alive, but he's been rejected despite his perfect charisma, rejected by one of his own sons, rejected by a fellow traitor legion, and all of them rather died than give him a victory. It would be aweful if you were just a normal person, it's a wound that will never heal for someone as proud and egotistical than Fulgrim. He wasn't just denied of a victory. He was denied and rejected by and of everything. Spite and scorn.

Tbh i feel like you didn't stress enough how much of a big deal it is that Fulgrim's pride was wounded so massively As he is currently basically a Demon made out of Pride Rylanor and the Thousand Sons Sorcerer wounded him on a spiritual level like basically no weapon could .

Tzeentch sorcerer literally went "I've only known Rylanor for 5 minutes. But if anything were to happen to him I'd kill everyone on this planet, including myself"

Rylanor is also fantastic because he shows the potential the Emperors Children had if things went slightly different and stayed uncorrupted.

Imagine one day, in a novel with Fulgrim where he have Roboute once again at his mercy, ready to strike the coup de grâce with the Laer blade, only to receive a salve of bolters in his back from a squad of damned legionnaires with loyalist Thousand Sons insigna under the flames and ashes. And when he Turned to face them, materialising out of fine air, a power fist strike him in his face and knock him to the ground. And raising his head to see who dared punching him, he see a burning comtemptor dreadnought, looking down at him with pure, unfiltered hate.

"You killed me, now im Angry." Angron "A God can bleed." Fits Rylanor

*Does an entire episode on Rylanor: The Ancient of Rites *Doesn't even mention the stringstorm song (you know, the one we've been quoting for months), let alone have DK react to it YOU CAN NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR THE THINGS THAT YOU'VE DONE!

I think a part of the reason why Rylanor and "The Ancient Awates" story is popular is because it's a cool concept on a meta level. The last stand of the Loyalists at Istvan III is one of those really interesting incidents that tends to get over shadowed both in lore and in GW's coverage by much more famous events such as the Istvan V Dropsite Massacre, the Burning of Prospero, and the Siege of Terra. But that kind of adds to the tragedy. These "culled loyalists" sold their lives dearly to the bitter end in a battle they knew they could not win but one that they would fight anyway both to buy time for the Emperor to act and to make these backstabbing sons of bitches pay for what they've done. And what is their reward? To being relegated as a forgotten footnote in history Thus why "The Ancient Awates" is so cool as a concept. It's about the Ancient of Rites, "he who remembers," waiting as silent testament for all those who were betrayed and fell at Istvan III. A forgotten soldier on a forgotten planet who is the last vestige of a forgotten past. The fact that we got a story that not only reminds us that Istvan III occurred but also acts as one final closing chapter. It transforms the events of Istvan III from just the opening act to the Horus Heresy to its own story, an almost epic and tragic saga that reaches its final conclusion withy Rylanor's death. And while the rest of the galaxy will forget this ever happened, we as the reader will remember

THE ANCIENT AWAITS!

So... I hoped that Bricky would have mentioned that the Thousand sons still saw themselves as loyal, that Magnus was desperately looking for ALL those years for a way to fix the heresy, and that the Thousand Sons think that Magnus is depressed and mad because he is still looking for a way to fix it all... They were looking through the endless ocean of time and the warp and thought the distress beacon a meaningless prophecy but Magnus saw it too and ordered them to go and find it or not to return. That these were the ORIGINAL Thousand Sons from Earth from the original Thousand Sons Cults (Murshid was an Athaneean, Akhtar was Raptora, and Vistario Corvidae) and not the evil Chaos/Zeentch worshiping cults you have now (Cult of the Evil Eye, Cult of ...). That they knew that something was following them as they searched for the distress beacon. Fulgrim followed them so he could steal whatever Magnus was looking for and made fun of Magnus. Saying that he was pathetic to still be obsessed with the past. Vistario did not betray his Raptora brother. Akhtar says they were not traitors but betrayed by the Wolves. Marshad thought it better they had died defending Prospero. They would have died anyways but it was the only way to stop Fulgrim. The story is not just about Raylanor but about the Thousand sons and Magnus and Fulgrim. Traitors and Loyalists. Honor and Pride. Each a foil to accentuate the other.

Space marine family get-togethers are the stuff of every therapist's nightmares...

On regular (Castroferrum) dreadnoughts, the "small" weapons are mounted beneath the fist. On Contemptor dreadnoughts, they're mounted inside the fist.

"That's it, Shy detonate the virus bomb. Kill us all" And Shy happily obliged

Those last words from Vistario though... "he deserves better than ALL of us"...the power that those words carry is immense Also, Rylanor lives! As a member of the Legion of the Damned, a blackened Contemptor wreathed in vengeful flames and smoke, his quest to end Fulgrim is far from over!!!!

🎵 "Rylanor deserves better than you O Primarch, Rylanor deserves better than all of us" 🎶

In my headcannon, in one of the battles they appear in, some random guardsman's life is saved by a Horus heresy age venerable dreadnought when the legion of the damned appear, and through the shadow and the flame that makes up its form he can just barely make out the slightest tinge of purple steel.

The events of Rylanor's story might not have an actual material effect on the world, but it left a permanent scar on Fulgrim's pride. Not just the fact that Fulgrim lost that battle nor that he was denied the prize of defiling the body of Rylanor. But the fact that in the past Fulgrim was the only primarch that took over his entire homeplanet without any conflict, the emperor himself was so impressed that his legion was named the emperor's children and the only legion to bear the imperial Aquila. Where Fulgrim went people respected, loved and looked up to him (like a high charisma build character). Now however he has fallen so far that even other traitor space marine will turn loyalist again and die as loyalists rather than to follow Fulgrim while having far more respect for Rylanor is a big awakening. The Primearch who charmed an entire planet and the Emperor himself couldn't even get the allegiance of a small handful of marines that had already fallen to chaos. Fulgrim might just realize he is no longer perfect.

Fulgrim does tell him Rylanor that it has been millenia, but nowhere in the short story says that he waited 10k years. Also Rylanor was one of the 200 dudes the EC had left before they found Fulgrim, being the Anciet of Rites he basically knew all EC by name and all of their glories and accomplishments, he helped Fulgrim bring the EC into a fightning strength and saw all of the betrayal happen right in front of him. Another badass detail, is that Fulgrim wanted a grand speach from Rylanor to proclaim his vengeance, like all other EC would do, but Rylanor just torned over to reveal the bomb and without even giving Fulgrim the satisfaction, detonated it.

Rylanor: "Happy Father's day. Here is your gift, father."

All Hail Rylanor, The only one of my stupid brother Fulgrim's Sons that I actually now have Respect for.

Glad to see the Chad of Rites getting his due. Damn it, I need to go listen to Rylanor's Last Stand for the 500th time.

My headcannon sequel: Fulgrim slithered through the hole where the fortress’s gates had once stood before his sons had annihilated them in a display of perfect siege-craft that even Perturabo could not best. His sons flowed through the opening behind him, spreading out in a protective fan. Fulgrim drew up short, heedless of the weapons fire coming from the rear of the chamber, and gestured impatiently for his children to clear his path of the corpses that littered the space. He made a mental note to seek out and punish the marines who had engineered the blast. They had promised him a clear floor for his entrance. The smouldering heap of ruined armour and flesh nearest to Fulgrim’s blessed coils bore golden plate, and as one of his sons dragged it aside, the distinct crested helm of a Custodian rolled free. That alone was proof enough that Fulgrim’s intelligence had been correct. This fortress was where his sanctimonious brother had withdrawn to lick his wounds after halting Angron’s foolhardy rush. The gunfire became muffled as the defenders were pushed back down the halls of the Imperial stronghold. Fulgrim let them go. These lesser beings - Guardsmen and Space Marines - were beneath him; his sons would clear the path, and then the final kill, the only kill that truly mattered, would be his. The distant thunder of bolter fire, the shriek of sonic weapons, the thumps of explosives, and the screams of the dying all blended in the grand symphony of war, becoming a cacophonous hymn to the Dark Prince. After some time, Fulgrim moved to that beat, gliding forward sedately through the main halls, down the path his sons had carved for him. Though his children had faithfully cleared the way of corpses as they went, he could read the flow of battle in the pattern of bloodstains on the walls and floor. Where Fulgrim’s sons had killed loyalist pigs, the blood was sprayed artistically, making bold yet subtle masterpieces, and he could often identify the handiwork of individual champions by their blade-strokes. Where his brother’s lapdogs had managed to down one of the Prince’s chosen, the splatter of dark Astartes blood was crude, artless, uninspired. Ahead, Fulgrim heard the roar of heavy weapons and the cries of his sons dying in large numbers. The stench of burning sulfur assaulted his nostrils. As he turned the corner into a large and ornate antechamber, he saw the last of his legionnaires on this path, an aspiring champion wielding a plasma pistol and an elegant power scimitar cast aside like a broken toy by the room’s sole defender. The towering guardian flickered in Fulgrim’s warp-sight, seeming to be two figures occupying the same space. One figure was a Contemptor Dreadnought armed with an assault cannon and a massive power fist, it’s carapace dented and cracked but still unbroken, faint hints of familiar purple livery just barely showing through layers of charred battle damage. The second was a proud champion of the Third Legion, the Emperor’s Children, resplendent in purple battle-plate inset with intricate patterns of gold, his sturdy power sword and white-painted storm bolter each inscribed with more restrained golden scrollwork. The marine’s hair was also purest white and hung loose to below his shoulders, where it seemed to merge with his cape of the same colour. That hair framed a face Fulgrim knew well, though he had not looked upon it in over ten thousand years. He had seen the dreadnought more recently, though it made this reunion no more comfortable. The sight of that hulking mechanical form reminded him of failure, rejection, and lost opportunity that hurt more than any mere blade ever had. The Ancient of Rites’ eyes, both human and machine, flashed with recognition of the daemon Primarch, alight with hatred as vast and as cold as the void between the stars. “Rylanor,” Fulgrim breathed, barely audible even to his enhanced ears. “TRAITOR.” The reply came out as the grating mechanical vox-cry of a dreadnought but echoed back from the walls as a deep, resonant human voice, thick with contempt as if for some disgusting slimy thing that had crawled into the house and left a trail of filth over the carpet. That voice cut into Fulgrim as the marine turned to face him, raising his storm bolter, the dreadnought’s assault cannon spinning up in time with the motion. It dug into the Primarch’s mind, and for a moment he was not the greatest and most perfect champion the Dark Prince had ever raised up. He was the thing that had tracked slime across the floor. He was a failure. In an instant, Fulgrim saw every choice he had made to get where he was and how he might have chosen differently. He imagined what he could have become instead and wanted to weep for its loss. “Mene, Mene, Tekel.” The ancient words of a long-dead Terran prophet echoed in his mind. His life was weighed before him and found wanting. Pain brought Fulgrim back to the moment with a jolt. Pain not so deep as the shame the voice had inspired, but more immediate. Rylanor had fired on him. The shots, whether from cannon, bolter, both, or neither, had left glittering trails of golden light in their wakes. Where they tore into Fulgrim’s side, they burnt him as no common bullets ever could, ablaze with the hateful light of the Anathema, boiling the warp-stuff that suffused his being as surely as they boiled his physical blood. Fulgrim’s lower right arm was torn free and went spinning away, burning with golden fire from one of the shots, a whip blessed six times by each of the six most perfect Keepers of Secrets still clutched in its hand. Fulgrim had no time to mourn the loss, as Rylanor had nearly crossed the space between them. His melee weapon was driving toward his gene-father’s abdomen in a low disembowelling thrust, faster than either a dreadnought or an Astartes champion should have been able to deliver it. Fulgrim only just managed to avoid the strike by twisting his snake’s body in a sidestep and simultaneously parrying what seemed both a shining sword and a charred power fist with the long ritual dagger in his remaining lower arm. “You’re dead!” he howled as weapons clashed a second time. “You are DEAD! I was there!” “EVEN IN DEATH, I STILL SERVE.” The reply was full of accusation as well as contempt. Even beyond the bounds of life and death, the son served faithfully, while the father’s loyalty had not reached even a fraction as far. The voice tore again at Fulgrim’s mind, though this time he had hardened himself to it, and it only sent a minute shiver of agonizing shame through his body. The words were accompanied by a vicious downward strike toward Fulgrim’s head, one which - even with all the speed Slaanesh had gifted him - the daemon Primarch was barely able to catch on the crossed blades of the swords in his upper hands. Variegated sparks rained down from where unhallowed silver met weapons flickering with the fire of the Anathema. An offensive strike with his dagger struck more sparks from his opponent’s chest armour, though it could have carved mere ceramite as effortlessly as it sliced flesh. Fulgrim looked upon Rylanor, Venerable of the Palatine Host, Ancient of Rites, Child of the Emperor, and wondered whether the unfamiliar cold sensation twisting his guts was what mortal men called “fear.”

When you cover Leman Russ and the Space Wolves, Bjorn the Fell Handed deserves his own video!

Reason I like it so much is I see this story as peak warhammer, two ancient warriors in a universe of stagnation, fighting a battle that accomplished so little yet meant so much

There was a loyalist death guard dread on I3 that died during the bombing. He had a crack in his armor and the virus got in.

As per the recently confirmed allegations against the author of the song in this comment i have edited this to remove the somg

The way I see the stories ending, is the chaos marine was so profoundly effected by Rylanor's absolute, wholesome pride and honour that it temporarily snapped the chaos marine's mind out of it's corruption, so for a small moment he saw things with absolute clarity untainted by the warp, so when he looked at Fulgrim, he saw him for what he actually was with the full clarity of a mind untainted by chaos - and in that moment of clarity and freedom, chose to end it. Which is huge! This chaos space marine turned traitor against chaos!

He was rylanor He was the ancient He rejects fukgrim for now and for always. To strike him down he’s waited 1 million nights.

Ah man I was hoping that "Rylanor's last stand" would've been brought up at the end. Id love to get DK's reaction to one of the best songs produced by fans

Tonite on Ridiculous gear:Bricky fights a last stand to save his virginity, DK really wants to huff the contents of the virus bomb capsule and Shy releases unholy Hellfire onto her former companions "for the lolz"

The way it's told it sounds to me that the Thousand Son that wounded his pride. Fulgrim seemed ok to just torture Rylanor after his rejection, but it was the Thousand Son cucking him out of the kill that actually affected him.

The only loyalist to make hardcore TZEENTCHIAN thousand sons marines willingly die to diss on a Traitor primarch. He's like broly from dbza that makes every traitor marine go into Vegeta mode screaming in the background, "HE'S SO COOL!"

Rylanor was, in fact, NOT just a little guy.

"Shy, detonate the virus bomb." Shy: *"FINALLY, SWEET RELEASE!!"*

"All we have left between us is that we will die together" That is actually the greatest thing I have ever heard.

Horus: "Wanna see me virus bomb Istvaan III?" *10 millennia later* Rylanor: "Wanna see me do it again?"

Rylanor became the best example of the Emperor’s Children that even his Father Fulgrim could even dream to become. That’s my head canon of what made Rylanor the best Emperor’s Children character.

This was actually the first time I've learned about Rylanor and you know what? UNFATHOMABLY BASED

Tonite on Ridiculous Gear: Bricky becomes The Ancient Of Rites to reject the smut that is thrusted upon him, Shy becomes Fulgrim as she mocks and torments Bricky which can only be described as an average wednesday for her and DK joins the thousand sons to help defend the unlikely ally of Bricky by attempting to shoot Shygrim only to miss and hit the virus bomb.

If there's ever a second Siege of Terra, I want to see Fulgrim slithering around, talking smack and preparing for a charge when at the most desperate point for the defenders blinding warp rifts open up and the Damned Legionnaries arrive, among them a shining purple Contemptor Dreadnought, warhorn blasting, rallying the loyalists, white warp flames in the shape of phoenix wings bellowing forth from the Dreadnought's exhausts, covering and protecting the advancing troops behind the charging warrior. And the Ancient of Rites once again challenges the Snake. Bonus Points if there's three Thousand Son sorcerers besides the Dreadnought, slinging spells and firing their bolters, deemed worthy again

Rylanor dealt Fulgrim the sickest of burns by breaking the latter's pride. That was extremely badass!

The Ancient of Rites who harmed a Demon Primarch more than anyone else has done may he rest at the Emperors side made whole his light. Also if the legends are true the distance from the Spartans to King Xerxes was over 100 yards just getting close is impressive actually hitting him was already insane so chill it DK.

Man knoweth no greater Chad move than this; to spit in the face of evil and then go out like a badass.

7:00 Keep in mind This makes him one of the highest ranking staff members of The Emperor’s Children And denotes how he knew each and every single traitor/loyalist personally as he was probably there to raise, command, teach and promote each and everyone of them every now and then over the course of millennia

The thousand sons: somebody’s gotta kink shame Fulgrim and it’s gonna be me

‘Amidst the desolate soil, we heard the repeating cries of a fragment of metal’

Rylanor inflicted EMOTIONAL DAMAGE! *slams slipper

I think these guys should next make a video about the loylist marines from traitor legions in general; so many good ones there.

TL;DR. Snake-boy cant die, so Mech-boy just insults him and ruins his pride. Snake-boy took quite the loss.

" If he grips your head he can just barbecue you!? " - Show this man the Dawn of War 2: Retribution opening cinematic, stat.

Shy if you see this, please listen to and send Bricky/DK the "Rylanor's Last Stand" song. It perfectly captures Rylanor's last moments and the emotions he conjures against his Primarch

Daemon Fulgrim is a creature of pride in his very being. His body forms from that pride. Rylanor may not have killed him completely, but the primarch will never return as strong as he once was. Virus bombs and stones may break Fulgrim's bones but being rejected by his favorite son will sap his power for eternity.

So Bricky glossed over a few things. 1. When Rylanor woke up, one of the Thousand Sons was so shocked by the sudden assault of pure hatred on his mind due to psychic sensitivity, ONE OF HIS FUCKING HEARTS EXPLODED. Rylanor was so unbelievably pissed it caused a Space Marine who has been alive for over 10,000 years to have a heart attack so violent that one of his two hearts was outright destroyed. 2. The Thousand Son who was containing the explosion was essentially using all of his power to freeze it in time, and this also required Vistario's helping him with his own psychic power in order to keep the stasis field stable so all this could happen. 3. The Life Eater Virus is named such for a very specific reason; it dissolves virtually all organic matter it comes into contact with, including rubber. This means it compromises the power armor's environmental seals and opens up the Marine's fleshy insides to the virus. This is mitigated somewhat by the Dreadnought sarcophagus, but it would probably still be compromised to the point where the pilot would suffocate or his life support systems would lose power. The initial explosion of a virus bomb is considerable, but it is mainly intended to scatter the virus along the blast wave, which is where Stage 2 kicks in. The dissolved biomatter and organic compounds releases large amounts of gases, and because of how the virus dissolves the rubber coating off wires, it can very quickly cause a massive gas explosion, or the fire and heat caused by the original explosion or a second virus bomb can set it off instead. This is why Exterminatus carried out by using bombs loaded with the Life Eater virus usually result in massive firestorms, as the entire biosphere of a planet is systematically turned into flammable gas and then ignited.

Fun fact: Lucius the Bastard was also sent down to Istvaan, but killed the Loyalists he was with and switched sides.

Honestly the thousand sons sorcerer should've known Rylanor was alive because of the gigachad music playing in the background

“I AM ONE OF THE EMPERORS CHILDREN I AM RYLANOR AND I AM THE ANCIENT OF RITES SO I REJECT YOU FOR NOW AND FOR ALWAYS TO STIKE YOU DOWN I HAVE WAITED FOR A MILLION NIGHTS.”

it should be noted that fulgrim is a demon of pride, as such harming his pride isent just a moral blow but actually weakenes him, and is really the only way to inflict a long lasting wound to a daemon, and one day if fulgrim ever is killed for good, that weakness will have contributed it

With the limited info about Rylanor you did this right. Taught about Fulgrim then the Emperor's Children then about his fight with Fulgrim.

wow you really did Saul Tarvitz, THE loyalist, dirty

The Assault cannon is like saying “I am A-10 Warthog, BRRRT of worlds!”

Rylanor is best Emperor's child, can't change my mind

I AM HE WHO REMEMBERS, THE ANCIENT OF RIGHTS!

Rylanor waited ten thousand years just to say "Fuck you dad."

Tbh if they ever in the far future make a legion of the dammed codex/army it would be dope if certain "dead" heros of the Imperium fill up the ranks... Rylanor just seems perfect for a char ngl as a legion of the dammed dreadnought.

One thing, it’s never said that Rylanor’s last stand takes place exactly 10 thousand years after the initial battle just “thousands”

From what it sounds like, Rylanor's orgin can be summed up "Before they had Fulgrim, they had Rylanor"

Vestario and Rylanor: EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!!!

“I have awoken”… “I was always awake, for I cannot sleep”. -until it is done-

I really hope that The Legion of the Damned truly is the spirits of lost space marines (And Yarrick) and if it is I hope that Rylanor is there. I also hope that they fight Fulgrim and he's the first one to EVER speak just so he can say The Ancient Awaits one more time.

I was really hoping for more of a mention of Tarvitz here. Tarvitz is a baddass but he didn't get much in either of the Emperors Children videos. Maybe in a Garro video?

Rylanor might had done broken off a part of Fulgrim in the warp which is why Fabius Bile was able to create a prefect clone

WOOOHOOOOO *rylanor's last stand started playing* finally we got rylanor episode

Five-head bricky inspecting the Luna Wolves poster is the funniest shit I've seen this week. Thank you.

Just to put things into perspective at the end, a Spartan Spear was 16 pounds, and Leonidas threw it well over 100 feet, Xerxes was WAAAAAAY out of the way for such a thing to happen, it was basically a miracle that he even scraped his cheek, kinda of like how it was a miracle that Rylanor's spirt was strong enough to inspire the chaos sorcerer for one last act of honor.

Rylanor: Only in death does duty end!. Thousands sons marine: Indeed brother.

My guys? I really feel one of these days, you need to talk about the Soul Drinkers. Really fun story of chaos tainted excommunicatus loyalist marines. Sarpedon is a major badass. Great content for an episode.

If Rylanor were to ever reach the pearly gates of Heaven, he'd tell Saint Peter to wait for him, as he marched back down to Hell. And when Saint Peter would prompt him _"Why would you voluntarily march down to Hell? Much less hope to return?",_ his response would be brief. _"Such is my duty. To avenge the fallen."_

TL;DR: Gigachad Rylanor gives Fulgrim, a daemon prince of *Slaanesh* , blue balls

Bro is so loyal he made the sorcerer's switch sides.

9:50 yes it can. Happens to a Death Guard dreadnaught in Flight of the Eisenstein. Can’t remember the name of the dreadnaught. But his armour had a crack in it and the virus got in through that. He then takes a captain and blows him and himself up to go out on their terms. RIP

Now do Temeter and Huron-Fal's bromance. Best dreadnought death.

Rylanor literally beat Fulgrim with a charisma roll

26:50 This! This is exactly how I saw this scene, especially with Vistario's description of his final moments and death. I feel it's not a betrayal back to the Loyalist side as much as it's a recognition of the fall of Fulgrim and the core humanity still standing in Rylanor.

Rylanor: Hey, Fulgrim? Fulgrim: ? Rylanor: *pulls out Virus Bomb* B*tch

watching Fulgrim get called a bitch by his son definitely brings light to a bad day

Now that Rylanor's done, maybe Bricky can teach DK about the Blood Ravens for the next space marine episode, hopefully instead of a quote quiz he can make DK guess who's their primarch.