Talk:Gregor Eisenhorn

"Uncited appearances" removed from article

• White Dwarf 257 (UK), pgs. 14-15 - A Breach of Security (short story) by Space McQuirk
• Dark Heresy Second Edition: Enemies Beyond, pg. 10

--Inquisitor S., Großmeister des Ordo Lexicanum (talk) 11:51, 14 June 2024 (UTC)

Deathrow/Alpharius

I disagree on the name of the Alpha Legion member on the Eisenhorn's team. His name is "Deathrow". Calling himself "Alpharius" is a custom for all Alpha Legion members whenever they don't want to be identified. Here is the excerpt from the Book "Pariah":

"Teke the Smiling One stepped out of the darkness so we could see him. The rain streamed off his pink and black armour. His two gold ribbons fluttered from his hip. ‘I have been looking for you,’ he said. He held up Shadrake’s sighting glass like a lorgnette. It had a crack in it where I had dropped it. ‘I have been looking for you for a while. You left me at Feverfugue. You hurt me with that word. I had to fight those animals. Fight them. They cut me. I hurt them back.’ He looked at me. ‘I thought we had an understanding, Mamzel Beta Bequin,’ he said. ‘I thought you understood that you belong to the Children now.’ ‘Please…’ I began. ‘You belong to the Children. I have come to take you back so that we can continue our business together.’ Still smiling, he raised a warning finger. ‘No bad words now. No pariah tricks. Come with me. Or I will kill him and maim you.’ I truly wished I had the word, but since I had said it to him in the ancient house, it had fled from my memory again and could not be recovered. He took a step towards us. He reached out his hand to me. Where the rain ran off his gleaming armour it looked like blood. Lightburn snatched out his revolver and aimed it at Teke. ‘Renner, don’t!’ I cried. ‘He will kill you.’ ‘If I don’t, I’d better just kill myself!’ Renner snarled back. ‘Would you do that?’ asked Teke. ‘Could you? Save me the effort?’ Then Teke vanished. Something smashed into him from the side and ripped him out of our line of sight. It was as though he had been ploughed down by a runaway tram. Lightburn and I flinched at the impact and ran to look. Deathrow the warblind had the monster on the ground, his hands around Teke’s throat. Deathrow was almost as big as the warrior of the Emperor’s Children. He was systematically bashing the Traitor Marine’s head against the pavement of the filthy slum alley. Rain hosed down over them both. I heard the buzz of his optic visor. Teke rallied and smashed the warblind off him with a formidable punch. The impact of powered fist on plate armour made a sound like a safe door slamming. Deathrow left the ground and smashed into the wall behind him, cracking ancient, soot-frail bricks. Teke was up, rushing the warblind. His ribbons were swords. His smile became a killing rictus. The cattle dog bounded out of the side street and stormed into him, seizing his left wrist in its massive jaws. The warrior of the Emperor’s Children howled out in dismay. It was not a cry of pain. He simply seemed revolted at the thought of being touched by a vermin dog. He lashed out and sent the animal flying across the yard. But the dog had bought Deathrow time. The killgang chief had drawn his oil-dark broadsword. He came at Teke and they clashed. The huge, oiled blade met and blocked both of the darting golden longswords. Sparks flew. I heard both warriors grunt with effort as they traded potentially lethal strokes and thrusts. Teke had the clear advantage. The killgang chief was supernaturally strong. I knew this well enough. But he was not in the same class as the Traitor Astartes. Teke would kill him. He would outstroke and outfight him. His swordsmanship was far greater. The Smiling One landed a terrible, scouring blow that seemed to rip part of Deathrow’s visor and face-plating away. Deathrow’s head snapped to the side. I saw fluids spurt into the rain. Cables tore out and fizzled. Deathrow staggered backwards, leaking blood, the side of his head mangled. Teke closed for the kill. But he paused. He had seen something. Something had stopped him in his tracks. I realised he had glimpsed Deathrow’s face behind the ruptured visor. ‘How–?’ he began. The distraction was momentary, but the Smiling One had dropped his guard. Deathrow plunged his sword into the gap. The oiled black blade went through the Traitor Marine’s belly and shredded out through the back plating of his armour. Blood spattered onto the wet pavement behind him, black as pitch. Shorn servos shorted out. Teke screamed. This time it truly was pain. It was pain and outrage and horror. Teke tore himself off the blade impaling him, and lurched back across the yard. Black blood was gushing from his wound and mingling with the rain. His face was ashen. He was still smiling. He turned, and the night took him. It was as if the blackness and the rain had conspired to become a curtain to allow his exit. Teke left no trace behind but a few pink rose petals floating on the gurgling pools around the drain. Deathrow sank to his knees, breathing hard. He kept his back to us. He raised his hands to his face and tried to push his damaged visor back together. I took a step towards him. The cattle dog trotted up and stood between us. It glared at me, but not unkindly. ‘Deathrow?’ I said. The dog growled. Beta. ‘Can I help? You are hurt. Let me…’ The dog growled again. A negative. ‘You saved us. You saved me again.’ The dog remained silent. ‘I am pleased to make your acquaintance this day,’ I said. I looked at Lightburn. He gestured urgently at me to follow and get away. I stopped and looked back at Deathrow. ‘You’re one of his, aren’t you?’ I said. ‘You’re one of Eisenhorn’s specialists. He sent you to shadow me.’ There was no answer. ‘Didn’t he?’ ‘Yes,’ said Deathrow. ‘Who are you?’ I asked. He rose to his feet and turned to look at me. I saw that the visor was smashed and hanging off, and part of the scarred and ridged tissue of his face was torn away. But it was a mask. There was another face beneath it, a face that Teke’s blow had partially exposed. I could not see it clearly, but even in the gloom I could tell that it was handsome and noble. ‘Who are you?’ I asked. He looked at me for a moment. ‘I am Alpharius,’ he said. He turned, and he and his dog were quickly lost in the downpour."

Please sign your talk page contributions by typing --~~~~ which will be automatically transformed into a time-stamped signature, thanks. As to the question of the name I can't comment, the provided quote in its current unformated form and without context is no help. --Inquisitor S., Großmeister des Ordo Lexicanum (talk) 11:17, 28 November 2023 (UTC)