Legendary Names3

Sergeant Attica Centurius is the Legion's one named figure — the lord who bears the Animus Malorum and the will that keeps the dead deathless. A Leader taken as Attica Centurius carries that relic further and surer than any other: its aura reaches out to twelve inches, a fallen Damned within it returns on a roll of three or higher rather than the usual harder throw, and once each battle he may simply command a fallen Damned back to its feet with no roll at all. Near him, the dead all but refuse to stay down.

But the whole Legion is bound to its named lord. Should Attica Centurius himself be taken Out of Action, no friendly Damned may use any return or Deathless effect for the rest of that battle — with the will that anchors them gone, the dead, for once, stay where they fall. The enemy who learns this hunts the Sergeant above all else.

The Terror Made Manifest is a Damned whose materialisation once broke a gang's nerve outright — an apparition that ended a battle by dread alone. Its terror is a weapon in its own right: enemy fighters within nine inches suffer a penalty of one to Cool and Willpower, any enemy it charges must pass a Cool test or be unable to strike back that round, and when it arrives from reserve every enemy within twelve inches must at once take a Nerve test. It ends fights with no blow struck.

Yet it is more apparition than soldier now, its presence so wrong that even its own kind keep their distance. It cannot benefit from any friendly aura, from a gang tactic played upon it, or from the Animus Malorum's return, and it may never begin a round within three inches of more than one other friendly fighter. The terror it radiates isolates it — a thing too dreadful to stand beside.

The Thrice-Risen is a Damned that has returned from Out of Action three times in a single battle — the apparition that would not stay down, and made a habit of it. It carries its own return: once per battle, when it is taken Out of Action, it rises with no roll at all, set up in base contact with the nearest friendly Damned on a single Wound, needing no relic to bring it back. It has made a practice of not dying, and the practice holds.

But the warp has too firm a grip to let it truly rest. It can never be voluntarily withdrawn from a battle, must always be deployed while it is able, and suffers a permanent penalty of one to its Cool checks against Compulsion — the more it refuses death, the harder the empyrean drives it forward, a revenant increasingly ridden by the very thing that keeps it walking.