Hust Legion

A legion of Tiste allied with Anomander Rake during the Civil Wars within Kurald Ghalain, armoured with Hust armour and Hust swords.

Hust Hold and Legion

Hust Henarald

Calat Hustain

Finarra Stone

Toras Redone

Galar Baras

Sealing the gate to Starvald Demelain

One side crimson with blood, Anomander Rake straightening to face the Hust Legion.  “The invasion has just begun,”  he told the waiting warriors.  “We risk being overwhelmed.”  He drew a slow, deep breath, jaws briefly clenching in pain.  “I shall wait for them beyond the Rent, to deny them the Throne of Shadow.  This leaves the Gate itself.  Hust Legion!  You shall march to the Gate.  You shall march through it.  You shall take the battle to them, and hold them there.  And,”  he scanned the rows of helmed faces, “when the last five of you remain, you must give your lives to sealing that wound.  You shall, Hust-armed and Hust-armoured, forever close Starvald Demelain.”

Wailing shrieks from blades and scaled breast-plates, from helms, from greaves and gauntlets, a deafening chorus that shattered into wild laughter.  But within that insane glee, the faces of the Andiian warriors were expressionless.  And with solemn salutes they acknowledged their Lord’s command.

Hust Legion, we never saw you again.

But the Eleint stopped coming.  -(TCG)

Her words muffled by his shoulder, she said,  “Five thousand warriors.  From the mines, from the prisons.  From the gutters.  Five thousand.  The Hust Legion – I saw them marching out from the burning city.”  She lifted her head, stared at him with tortured eyes.  “Their swords howled.  Their armour sang with joy.  No one stood by and wept.  No.  Instead, they ran from the laughter, they fled the streets – those not already dead.  The sound – so terrible – the Hust Legion marched to their deaths, and no one watched them go!“ - Sandalath - (TCG)