Why Rylanor is an Absolute BEAST | Warhammer 40k Lore

I was thinking about making a Rylanor Proxy for Major Minis but you can literally buy the same thing off Forgeworld So we will have to settle for the Demon Lord Empire Ender : www.majorminis.com.au/products/demon-lord-empire-e… Not mad about it tbh

Rylanor gave the middle finger to his own Primarch, got the honor of becoming a Dreadnought, and helped a Thousand Sons Sorcerer redeem himself. Dude is an absolute gigachad and we all love him for that!

'Is this it?' he said. 'You sought to draw me here to kill me?' Rylanor triggered his assault cannon, but - fast as quicksilver - Fulgrim caught it and crushed it before it could fire. 'No, I don't think so,' said the primarch, effortlessly ripping the arm from the Dreadnought's body. Sparks flew from the ruptured limb and Fulgrim gave the weapon a dismissive glance before tossing it aside. 'You betrayed us,' bellowed Rylanor. 'Your sons! You led us here to die. There is no forgiveness for that. None! You must die by my hand! The Emperor's justice will fall upon you. Not even Fulgrim the Illuminator can escape the Life Eater.' 'You wish me dead?' he said, scathing pity dripping from every syllable. 'Why? Because you think I betrayed you? The Legion? Oh, Rylanor, your thoughts are so narrow. If you could only see us now, how beautiful we have become. We shine so brightly, each of us a brilliant sun.' Fulgrim reached down, sliding his bare hand inside a rent torn in the Dreadnought's armour. He smiled, closing his eyes and letting his tongue slip across his lips as he pushed deeper inside. 'Ah, there you are!' said Fulgrim, as Rylanor's vox-caster grated in fury. 'Wet and wriggling. I can feel your panic. It's delicious!' Rylanor's power fist swung around, bathed in fire. It struck Fulgrim on the shoulder, but Akhtar's psychic force was not simply confined to the Life Eater's detonation. Fulgrim laughed off the sluggish attack and one of his lower arms drew a glittering sword of alien origin. The blade a sliced in a cruelly precise arc, cutting through the fibre-bundle motivators and servos. Rylanor's arm fell limp at his side. Vistario watched the viral fire spread over the Dreadnought's carapace, slipping inside his buckled plates of armour. Rylanor did not care whether he lived or died, only that Fulgrim went with him. 'Do. Not. Do. This!' barked the Dreadnought. 'Why not? I am your master - I can do whatever I like. I can crush you or I can raise you up. Return to the Legion. Accept the gifts of the Dark Prince, and you will walk at my side, clad once again in flesh. You can be anything, old friend! I will sculpt you into something beautiful - a god to these mortals!' 'Never! All we have left between us is that we will die together!' roared the Dreadnought, the upper portion of his carapace burning with blue flames. 'I am Rylanor of the Emperor's Children, Ancient of Rites, Venerable of the Palatine Host, and proud servant of the Emperor of Mankind, Beloved by all! I reject you now and always!' Fulgrim laughed and said, 'I'm sorry, did it sound like I was offering you a choice?' The primarch wrenched his hand from Rylanor's sarcophagus, dragging a sopping mass of fluid and matter with him. Glutinous ropes dripped from his fingers; he was like a midwife holding a mewling newborn. Ruptured cables spilled amniotic fluid so stagnant it must surely have been poisoning Rylanor with every passing second. 'I will remake you, brother,' said Fulgrim. 'You will be my crowning achievement.' Though his body was little more than rags of wet meat, Vistario sensed Rylanor's horror at the last violation. An inescapable destiny where he would become what he hated most. +What do we do?+ The question was Murshid's and the connection between the Thousand Sons was so strong that Athanaean's perception for emotion spread to all three of them. Vistario felt Fulgrim's infinite malice, his cruel enjoyment of Rylanor's anguish and the helplessness of the Thousand Sons. The primarch of the Emperor's Children revelled in his overwhelming pride, a trait Magnus had more than once told Vistario had been present long before his fall. But more than anything, stronger even than Fulgrim's spite, Vistario felt Rylanor's pride and honour, the unbending core of greatness that had set him against his brothers and had seen him descend into obsessive madness beneath the surface of a dead world. Vistario took the measure of Fulgrim, seeing nothing worthy in him. His warriors felt the moment his decision was made. +Primarch Fulgrim!+ sent Vistario. +Rylanor deserves better than you.+ The primarch looked up, his once bright eyes now black and filled with the darkest poison. +He deserves better than all of us.+ He raised his bolter and fired a mass-reactive into the back of Akhtar's skull. The Raptora's head exploded and with his death, the psychic force holding back the warhead's detonation ended. Vistario saw fire. And once more, all life burned.

Rylanor had successfully took away Fulgrim's pride that he can never regain.

I hope the next time Fulgrim see's a contemptor dreadnought in the lore, he has a real full blown panic attack.

I recall the virtues I stood for I recall the struggles and the things we have done I will not be deterred from my vengeance I remember the lessons passed on to the sons I am one of the Emperor’s Children I am Rylanor, and I am the Ancient of Rights -Giga Chad circa ~M41

If there ever was a Astartes deserving to be called a companion of the emperor it would be Rylanor

Since deamons are made of warp energy, basically the coalescence of psychic races emotions, we can assume that Slanesshy daemons are primarily made of pride. Rylanor might not have killed Fulgrim, but being willing to die just to bitch slap someone could hurt his pride so much that, for someone is made of pride, could be the warp-equivalent of busting it's kneecaps. Dude's gonna slither with a limp forever.

I hope when Fulgrim reappears in present day lore, he has some psychic flashbacks as part of his scaring by Rylanor's legendary defiance!

Worth mentioning, Vistario was mentally connected to his men so all of them felt Rylanor's pride and they all decided together to detonate it, including the sorcerer that was stopping the bomb from exploding.

If GW ever brings Clonegrim back to the setting, I think it would be cool to have a flashback that ties in to this story. Revealing that after the Virus bomb was released a piece of Fulgrim’s soul fractured and escaped into the warp. This soul shard would traverse the warp until it eventually inhabits the Fulgrim clone made by Fabius Bile. I think this would really add to the greatness of Rylanor’s last stand. Showing that his act of defiance not only redeemed a traitor astartes, but also saved the soul of his fallen primarch.

Rylanor's POV during Istvaan had to be one of my favorite things in the Horus Heresy books. What a champ

Saul and Rylanor were such honorable bros, that Rylanor trusted him even in his minor deceit

Majorkill: Creators run out of ideas. Also Majorkill: Second dedicated Rylanor, named in two more

Would love to see Rylanor reappearing as part of the Legion of the Damned!

Rylanor wasn't even injured to get put in the dred chassis, he just struggled to fight in power armour with such massive balls.

I can't remember where i first heard it, but some Rylanor related video i saw had someone summarize the event as "Imagine being such a shitty person that your own allies are willing to die just to inconvenience you."

Myth has it that Rylanor's balls immense weight and size is what causing him limp, and he build the radio by scrapping some metal from his balls as welding material

What I'd love to see is Fulgrim fighting loyalists in a battle somewhere when suddenly a few Legion of the Damned appear led by a Legion of the Damned Dreadnaught. As soon as Fulgrim is within earshot of the Dreadnaught he hears "The Ancient Awaits." I know it would never happen.

A man so just he redeemed traitors he never knew. Some say there is a damed Dreadnaught with 3 marked sons always by its side. Long live the Ancient of Rights!