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The Empty Crusade (Horus Heresy)

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The Gods of Chaos attempted to scatter the primarchs but the Emperor would not allow them. So upon the heart of Terra the four gods battled with the peak of mankind. However even with aid he was not powerful enough to best them in combat. That day gods died and an emperor was slain. One child remained in a broken lab and the rest were scattered.

How can one have a great crusade with an empty helm.
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    The Sigillite touched the burnt remains of his eyes focusing his mind beyond the images of his friend fighting the manifestations if the immaterium. The sounds of scilence as the remaining Custodians worked to stabilize their injured kin and clean up the remains of the blank soldiers that had been desperately brought to fight the intrusion. His friend lay broken perpetual soul shattered by the forces of the immaterium.

    Those things had not made off easily, two of their kin slain in so much as their kind could be said to die. The red and blue things, names he would not even think lest it give them a speck of power to return from their own scattering. The green and pink had retreated early on abandoning the fight and whisking away most of the Emperor's work. He could not close his eyes for they no longer existed he saw the battle begin again. And likely would for the rest of his life the psychic imprint of that battle having killed blanks with its shear power.

    Valdor moved to his side the leader of the Custodians looking broken. Though it wasn't his damaged armor or missing arm so much as his face a look of dispare for the Emperor had died before the crusade could even finish earth. "Is he really gone?" The commanding voice had gone from demanding attention of all to sounding broken and hollow.

    "The battle destroyed him, the Emperor is no more I am afraid." He could see how the heart of his labs are torn apart sure that the damage is worse then it was as the battle raged. He had not been idle in the battle but he didn't dare to draw to close, now the Sigillite couldn't help but wonder if the Emperor would have survived if Malcador had focused less on containing the battle and more of aiding his friend in the combat directly.

    "We were too weak, all was lost." The ancient guardian of knowledge shook his head.

    "We still have the thunder warriors, remains of his research onto the astartes, and one was left." The Sigillite gestured to the only remaining status pod the only not torn away into the maelstrom that had torn through the lab.

    Moving over he ran his hand over the pod feeling the numerals of ancient Terran script imprinted onto the metal. "All is not lost."

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    • Despite the workings of the Sigillite and Valdor it was impossible for the foes of the burgeoning empire to not see. The ongoing war with Albia halts without the emperor to direct their forces against the tenacious enemy. Hy Brasil, the Pan-Pacific, and Merica begin to strike at their borders with the nascent imperium, as Orioc and Urartu lock themselves down building up their defenses.

    Without the Emperor's brilliance the work on the Legion's are slowed and with the loss of the ability to make the custodians the Thunder Warriors are bloated in size with many new recruits being put under the blade to create the super soldiers.

    The child was kept deep in the Himilazian mountains inside the fortress where he was born. He grew quickly in these troubled times, learning all skills. It is obvious where his talents lie though as he comes across field reports of a battle with Albia who was reclaiming lost ground with skilled assaults.

    The young primarch drew up a detailed plan of a counter assault with contingencies for most responses the nation could devise. The massive tomb of a battle strategy was discarded by him though as he realized quickly the human and thunder warriors commander's wouldn't be able to follow such a plan. So he changed it alterations making the plan more compact, and shifting the few forces of the Astares already produced into a command role.

    By the time of another push the imperial forces were prepared, Albia was pushed back the reclaimed lands lost again in a series of complex pushes. As the child commander of the golden palace learned of each proto legion's own natural talents he altered his plans and stratagems. Pushing back the forces that had seeked to take advantage of the leaderless imperium.

    However he lacked the sheer charisma his father had, and his attempts to get Albia to capitulate were rebuffed. These old powers were too entrenched in the changing world to willingly give up their power when they withstood the emperor himself.

    So he moved and the Sigillite aided in matters of the warp as the young primarch lacked talent in that area. This time where the imperium shifted under a new rule that the child, Roboute Guilliman some would call him. His Legion, the first of them all to grow into that name, is like all the Astares in this era commander's before all else.

    Each Astares is an impossible physical combatant of skill and strength unopposed by nearly all but to Guilliman the young Emperor ascendant it is their mind that is the greatest weapon. Their skill in battle makes them front line generals guiding men, their mind is the engine that moves war forwards.

    Under this weight Albia is broken tower cities claimed under the might of the empire. Thunder warriors, and the army guided by superhuman minds.

    Slowly but surely all corners of Terra are grasped by the hand of the imperium. Guilliman without the Emperor's understanding does not paint the Imperial Truth in the same way. Where the Emperor had meant it as a tool against Chaos, the child leader wasn't told in detail the nature of the warp. So he took the truth as a tool of unification, religions are not a dangerous thing but rather some can twist the foundations a nation requires.

    After all, what empire can survive when its citizens put an unknownable godhead above the good of the nation. How can humanity survive this cruel galaxy when one puts the good of their faith above the survival of their kind? So the Imperial Truth lives on as a rejection of fanaticism rather than a full rejection of religion. Some small cults remain regulated and watched by the burgeoning imperial bureaucracy. Given leeway in their faith, and a promise of minimal interference the antarctic state of Orioc willingly joins the collection of member states with semi autonomy inside the empire.

    Merica and Hy Brazil fight on but the despots of Hy Brazil give in as imperial forces reach their homelands. Merica is left against a well positioned army that flows against it from all sides and is crushed. Urartu is a small techno barbarian state, the mountain citadel is not too far from the capital fortress of the empire whatever plans say fit to ignore them have been lost. In short order they are assaulted by forces of the Astares as not all legion's temperament were a perfect fit for Guilliman's strategy. These forces were deployed Astares of the 8th, 19th, and 20th legion were unleashed on the city state. A war in the shadows was not what their walls had been built for and as the leaders of Urartu find their corpses impaled on the walls their moral bleeds like water and they soon surrender.

    The final battles of Terra draws neigh as the Pan-Pacific Empire crumbles. It's few allies dead, it's people discontent with their tyrant. Each day draws the end of the last independent nation of earth nearer. The blade of the new Emperor drawing closer.

    However deep in the Himilazian mountains another battle rages unseen. The handsome man of impossible size clad in golden armor in memoriam of his father pours over papers each document drawing the same conclusions.

    "There are a million soldiers in the Thunder Warriors. The lightning banner was not made by my father to leave this world." Valdor nodded, and the Lord of Terra was reminded that the Custodians had not engaged in battle since the death of the Emperor, his armor painted black as he and many of his fellows had done in their grief.

    To Guilliman, the thirteenth primarch, the loss of the Custodians as a fighting force was never felt as he had grown understanding them only as guards, advisors, and keepers of the eternal crypt. He had not ignored such a force though rather weaving the artistry of the Emperor into the highest level of the growing imperial government.

    Valdor was his personal advisor but for all those who would aid ruling the empire the custodians were to be an ever vigilant eye that guided them. Super human minds serving as advisors. "They were only a stop gap as the Astares program wasn't ready even halfway into his campaign, increased aggression can be delt with but this deterioration across their bodies and mind up to a 90% fatality rate in a ten year period. Worse as they decay likely they will go berserk."

    So the unification draws near all of earth will soon be granting fealty to the new Emperor who is locked up in his fortress capital determining the fates of a million warriors whose blood and sacrifice built the foundations for an empire to come.

    []Bled
    New production will be hauled and the Lightning Banner will be seen in battles across sol as the front line and shock troopers. They will be given a chance to die off with honor.

    []"Heroic" Stand
    History will say that the last of the Thunder Warriors died in the final siege of the Pan-Pacific Empire. History of course is a lie, but a kind one. The Thunder Warriors will be sent in to deal with the final fortress cities of the hostile Empire and their will be no survivors.

    []Fixed
    The Thunder Warriors are theoretically cheaper, if effort is used and research of the Custodians and Astares is used they could be hypothetically fixed, it will slow down production of the Legions but it will give the imperial army elite shock troopers.
     
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    • The Lord of Terra 3
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    • He would tell his closest confidants that he knew he could have saved them. However like many sacrifices that were called for in the days of unification the slow replacement of the Thunder Warriors was truly an easy decision. Through their sacrifice the Astares had been born, and the Legions slowly forming would save many for the course of the upcoming war.

    Men would tell tales and the great poets of this generation would record the battles of the Thunder Warriors. Of their strike at the heart of the Pan-Pacific Empire, of the forces being first to stand against the Lunar conclaves as they unleashed gene horrors upon the forces of earth.

    Here Guilliman stayed his hand. His force broke the first line of defense but he did not drive a stake into the heart of the technocratic Selenar cults. For after bringing forces to bear, while they had rebuffed his first entreaties, now he had shown that he could bring the force to bear to destroy them. He couldn't do so, while it was within the strength of the newborn imperium, the loss of the knowledge of the emperor meant the skills of the Selenar gene-wrights.

    For their destruction would prevent the Astares from blossoming in numbers. Worryingly Guilliman had learned of a small number of the Legions developing complications in their geneseeds. He knew what he would have to do, if he could not gain access to the knowledge of the lunar cultic nation, they would be cut from recruits and given honor.

    He would have to rebuild them if he found his brothers among the stars. Unless they had been broken by the same illnesses that plague their legions.

    The fate of the Astares would depend on the Selenar Cults, but the imperium would have to deal with another entity before it had the tools to push into the galaxy. Guilliman had already struck deals with the Navigator houses of Terra, but the conquered homeworld of man lacked the industrial power to be the beating heart of the crusade so as the first act off world beyond Luna he went to the red world.

    The twin of Terra, Mars stood before him as the ship communed with the vox relays of the red planet. His father would have appeared before them and made them kneel with power and charisma. Guilliman was realistic enough to understand that such a show from him was unlikely.

    Some would say that the fate of the imperium was decided on these two worlds. That all that came after we're echoes of the new Emperor's choices here on the regolith of Luna and the sands of Mars.

    Of Luna and the Selenar Cults, it is indisputable that the power of Terra would crush them. But in doing so Guilliman would lose the knowledge of genesmithing, and in it the key to the expansion of the Legions with no Primarchs yet found, as well as the cures for the curse wrought in some of their geneseeds. However the other extreme of turning them into an independent nation connected to the imperium with treaties and pacts would not cost any men in a grand war of Terra's satellite. It would make negotiating with Mars harder as giving out such a position to the much smaller and less influential would give Mars expectations. The path of subjugation remains viable though unless given concessions for their cult, easy enough to add their worship to the Cultua and sanction it as he had with the palatable faiths of Terra, but other requests would be made and some battles would have to be fought to wrestle control without giving up much.

    In the end the fate of Luna was…

    [][Luna] Annihilation
    [][Luna] Subjection
    -[][Luna] Conquest
    -[][Luna] Few Concessions
    -[][Luna] Major Concessions
    [][Luna] Alliance
    -[][Luna] Few Concessions
    -[][Luna] Major Concessions

    The red planet would not accept any agreement lesser to the fate of the Selenar. The Mechanicum would demand the right of their cult, though his system of the Imperial Truth could allow the quest for knowledge though he could see many would trespass some of his tenants. War with Mars could be won but while lacking in Astropaths and Navigators the esoteric powers of the Machanicum could send warning to their scattered empire meaning war would be the only fate when reaching a forge world. It would also destroy the vast machines and factories it sought to claim. War could be won but he was unsure of the cost behind it.

    Alliance would cost little but the parts needed to grant the Mechanicum the capacity to reconnect their empire. However Guilliman saw hints of danger and zeal within the Mechanicum. Without strength of personality he could not crush them and allow the red world to remain independent. However it would likely cost much to force the Mechanicum underheel by force or by guile.

    Sitting in the command throne of the Imperial Ascendancy, a ship crafted for the Emperor before him, Guilliman was ready to make plans to leave them to their curiosities. The Mechanicum was a bureaucracy as well as a cult. The Forge Master and the conclave of Magi behind him would surely keep their worst under control. Just as he reaches for the vox caster to begin negotiating a voice appears behind him.

    Turning around golden armor glinting sword of fire casting harsh shadows as it is drawn he registers who stands before him as with a wave of his hand the blind Psyker stops Guilliman's movements. "You know little First Found, 13th Made the curiosities of the Mechanicum echo the cruel histories that lead us to this point." The Sigillite lowered his hand but Guilliman did not finish his strike, as he was released.

    "In ages past the Silica Animus, and mixing of machines and Psyker powers lead to many grand tragedies, and surely to not stamp it out here would be to court the doom of man." Guilliman considered before speaking.

    "I have not had much time to search the records. This is true, so while I don't know the depths of the past painted by these technologies, I know of tools that are dangerous. Fire can burn the cook, a mortars can strike allies as easily as foes, psykers such as yourself court insanity, and gene-wrights can call abominations and plague. However one can not discard a tool for the simple fact that its nature can be deadly to the user. We do not throw away the fire, the mortar, the Psyker, or the gene-wright. We are careful, watchful in our use." The blind man smiles.

    "Of all his traits it seems that you have a touch of his arrogance, I hope it does not lead you to an impossible battle as it did he." And with that the Psyker was gone, invisible, or perhaps he was never there to begin with. The Sigillite was a reclusive figure within the imperium and even Guilliman did not try to divine his actions or motives. As much as he believed his argument of tools, he couldn't help but wonder if the Cult Machanicum had the foresight to not burn themselves, or if they would need a guiding hand.

    In the end the fate of Mars was…

    [][Mars] Annihilation
    [][Mars] Subjection
    -[][Mars] Conquest
    -[][Mars] Few Concessions
    -[][Mars] Major Concessions
    [][Mars] Alliance
    -[][Mars] Few Concessions
    -[][Mars] Major Concessions
     
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    • Guilliman watched as the survivors and rebuilt imperial biotechnical division first met with the imperially controlled Selenar cults. The small skirmishes that were needed to make the Lords of Luna kneel before the new Emperor, the concessions were easy for them to accept once they understood their options were annihilation or subjugation. Soon they would begin working together and deep within their labs the Astares would be created, geneseeds monitored and refined.

    Their prime Matriarch would join the council of advisors and directors of the many limbs of the nascent imperium. Even as the historic event before him continued, he couldn't help but look up thinking endlessly about the brewing civil war on Mars. The main Mechanicum we're reluctant but willing to kneel between the offerings of navigators and astropaths, the two legion's that would be on line to the cult until their primarchs were discovered was minor but the 4th and 10th legion were both stable and loyal, so would support the Mechanicum's integration.

    The only issue was several forge cities hadn't bowed with their Fabricator General. The growing discontent with the increased imperial presence on the red planet had flared into small battles between the titan houses and skitarii across the world. Only the direct request of the Fabricator General to allow this to be handled by the red planet, stayed your hand. That and the loss of many forces against the xeno controlled Lithogolems on Venus the death world's inhabitants were completely unwilling to submit.

    It was a clear requirement for all others. You could surrender or die, the imperium was flexible but he could not allow others to go forwards without being under his control. It was a simple calculus. Those under the banner of the imperium could be monitored, watched. He could work them into his plans, his systems, others without those bonds could as easily turn against the imperium at the worst time.

    By the time he returned to the palace to continue his paperwork, he was deep in thought. He had completed the Unification of Terra the Lord's of Mars and Luna were to join his council but become just another branch in the imperial machine. Ceres, and Mercury had already fallen or surrendered and Venus and Jupiter were now under assault by the dwindling Thunder Warriors in mark 2 power armor, alongside imperial army and Astares commanders. Already the 8th legion had begun to bring Uranus to heel.

    The reports would require teams to pour over had he been anyone else but Roboute Guilliman had nothing if not his extraordinary mind. He hadn't taken to the battle in nearly a year, with the completion of the conquest of Terra the imperial state had been growing in a way that was only tenable because of his superhuman mind guiding it as he built it to last with each new addition and fief.

    He stopped blinking and stared down at the missive before him. The xenos upon Venus had requested parlay? Pulling over those reports of war he had not been deeply involved in leaving it to the Astares generals to manage as they would be increasingly necessary in the growing crusade.

    What the first reports marked as Xenos were psykers of human ilk, self proclaimed witches. That made parlay a questionable resolution as the Sigillite closely monitored and dealt with psykers and the like when he was not working deep within the bowels of the palace working on a beacon of Guilliman's father's design. The war elsewhere was progressing well and with small exceptions the imperium was settling his bureaucratic machine running smoothly and operating to keep things working as they should be.

    So knowing that this conversation would need to be had the Lord of the imperium sought the blind man who had seen its birth and the end of the age of strife.

    "Why do you seek me?" The man had for as long as Guilliman known him been a sullen man of little patience for foolery so the new Emperor turned to the blind man and spoke the question that led him to the bowels of Terra even as all of Sol fell to his armies.

    "What happens to the Psykers that are not added to the ranks of the Astropaths?" The man raised an eyebrow behind his blindfold.

    "Some are trained to control their abilities and as much as allowable added to the imperial army." Guilliman didn't entertain him, simply waiting for him to continue. "Some things need to be done for mankind to thrive in the galaxy, sacrifices need to be made."

    "I understand I send millions to die in this war alone and the conquest of the galaxy is far from a bloodless affair." The blind man shakes his head.

    "Not all sacrifice is in honor, not all death is in battle. You know that the thunder warriors are breaking down, you were smart enough to see their time has passed. The Emperor was a power Psyker, he had planned to use resonance between his essence and a choir on Terra to produce a beacon. This is the only way the crusade can continue, his other plans… none can fulfill them now and we have no time before our momentum is killed. The chaff psykers are a danger to themselves and others. Once you have finished here in Sol I will use their power to light that beacon. It will burn them out, but it will light the way for all of mankind."

    "And of the witches of Venus?" The man simply shrugs his shoulders.

    "What of them, while I caution against allowing everyone to deep into the imperium and the perils of the immaterium is something I know well you are at the end the leader of your father's empire. Powerful psykers can be a potent tool, but beware a foolish or ignorant one for they are more liable to burn you then any foe."

    The new Emperor leaves mulling over what he learned of today, the Psyker Beacon, being a small part of what's left to do. The galaxy is ancient beyond reckoning and has used that time to cultivate it's dangers. It has been two dozen years since his awakening, his father would have already been out conquering stars but everything had gone slowly. Sol was all but in his grasp but he had a few final tasks.

    Of the polities in Sol several human ones had quickly surrendered, more complicated a number of inhumane ones had as well. As he will do many times, Guilliman…

    Vote once for Xeno, Psyker, and Mutant
    [][X]Spared
    As long as one surrendered before the eagle they will be subject to the imperial machine as any other.
    [][X]Slaved
    They are a dangerous kind and while they do not deserve death, to allow them all the freedoms of a man is to quest for betrayal.
    [][X]Killed
    They can not be trusted and even in bondage they would find a way to strike all but the most benign and useful must be cleared before humanity can grow.

    In the final days of the conquest poets and historians take note of the new Emperor's labours, he was…
    [][Labour]At the Final Battle
    [][Labour]Intervening in the Martian Civil War
    [][Labour]Convening the Imperial Council
    [][Labour]Working on a Book of Stratagems

    He had thought many days on the nature of his conversation with the Sigillite and in the end he decided…
    [][Beacon]Sacrifice Needed to be Made
    [][Beacon]It was a temporary Solution
    [][Beacon]It needed to end.
    -[][Beacon]He would discover his father's project.
    -[][Beacon]Ships could skim the warp.
     
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    • The Imperial Council, was already a throng with so many polities even just within humanities home system, and all of them bound to the Imperium, thousands made up the upper echelons of the imperial bureaucracy. It was sure to be hundreds of thousands once every corner of the galaxy was put to heel. To anyone's eyes the images of several figures were burned into memory. From the towering machine covered body of the Fabricator General who's green lenses stare over the gathering who's vast electric mind whirs with untold centuries of archaic knowledge. To the reptilian figure of the ship master of Jupiter, their alien body the most inhumane of those present. Over the regal form who would fool one into thinking he was a simple human if not for the elaborate blindfold covering a third eye that surely stared off into an incomprehensible world, he was the Patriarch of the Navis Nobilite. The High Matriarch of the Selenar cults stands tall for a human and her body is shaped by their genearts to be nearly perfect giving her an alien grace.

    There were others, the black armored figure of the Captain General of the Custodians, the mechanical sarcophagus of the dreadnought of the Imperial Legion's grand archivist. The decorated forms of the High General of the Imperial Army, and the High Admiral of the Armada Imperialis. Several heads of the burgeoning imperial government, for any lesser gathering many would not be here in person instead having their subordinates represent them.

    However they are here, for today despite the individual power of political strength each held none of the figures are what captures the eyes of the gathering then the golden giant and his flaming sword. His face was traditional and slightly sturn and many would recall a small frown when he was not speaking as if a great many things constantly ate at him. The wise would point out that was the case, for he had to worry about the grace of man across the galaxy for he was their liege, their lord. The grand master of mankind, the Emperor. Robuote Guilliman, Primarch of the Imperial Marines the 13th legion. Upon his head a wreath of laurel representing the endless victory on the crusades ahead as a century hence his father had died to allow this plan to come to motion.

    As the gathering was occuring the army and the armada with the guidance and blades of the legions, the technology of the mechanicum auxiliaries, the gene enhanced medicae of the selenar auxiliaries, and the forces levied from all corners of Sol strike Sedna and claim the last hold of non-imperial from the home system.

    "I gather you all to announce not only the small achievement of the reunification of sol for the first time since the days of strife tore humanity apart. But, that it is the first of a grand crusade that will take the galaxy by storm. No realm shall threaten our unity and win, no force will withstand our strength. The fortresses of our foes will lie in ruin and their people will become ours Unitas Virtus est Virtus Aeterna" His voice easily filled the vast hall as he spoke and upon his shout the flag of the imperium rolled out an eagle's head inside a wreath. "Long live the Empire of Humanity."

    With those words the council chambers shook with applause and cheers, for how else would those born to strife and death welcome their eternal salvation by this golden savior. And as ships jumped into the warp, armies go to land on far distant worlds with the distant guiding hand of the emperor ever present it is known that if nothing else the imperial bureaucracy will endure. For it was built by inhumane hands, each foundation made strong and stable. Come what may what was forged in the unification would endure for eons to come.
    The Empire of Man
    Leader: Robuote Guilliman the New Emperor, the Lord of the Imperial Marines
    Government: Very Stable
    Army: Large, Well ordered.
    Navy: Large, Well ordered.
    Legions: 18, Generally commanders and strike forces, bonus to all military organization.
    Stability: Moderate (Xenos, Mutants, Psykers Allowed)

    The Mechanicum of Mars
    Leader: The Fabricator General Kelbor-Hal
    Government: Imperial Subject
    Army: Moderate, Advanced
    Navy: Moderate, Advanced
    Legions: 2, Deployed as specialists and heavy assets.
    Titans: Moderate
    Loyalty: Strong, Some discontents.

    The Selenar Gene-Cults
    Leader: Matriarch Adale Shella
    Government: Imperial Subject
    Army: Moderate, Advanced
    Navy: Minimal
    Loyalty: Strong
     
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    • Blood and bile, he had endured such is his way, though the great game was in shatters, the anathema had broken two of his kin and the third was caught in her own war. He would have been making a move taking over from the broken gods before their greater deamons had reordered themselves, had it not been for the new figure burned into the realms of chaos. The monochrome land that gouged through all their realms taunting the deamons into its maw where abominations unmade them. While the eternal soul of the Anathema had been shattered this small whelp had used the seconds long Eternity of the battle and the cascades of power that it had sent echoing into the warp to empower itself. It wasn't something Nurgle could abide, the risen chaos god of anarchy, and the Skull of the once cast out renegade God laughs. Deep in the warp Nurgle and Malice make war eternal and momentary.

    Before he left the battle on earth Nurgle had cast the children of the Anathema into the void following the paths created by Tzeench in that god's infinite plans. Nurgle had neither the artistry of subtly of the great schemer and even less knew the details of the endless web he eternally wrought before being broken. So where before each world would reflect the Primarch that landed there the children were instead cast completely unseen into the galaxy. To make it or parish by their own superhuman nature.

    Fenris is a cold and hot world, a world of great monsters, hard weather and harder men. Those who call this world home are of a stock able to withstand the frigid depths of its winters and the fiery climax of its summers. Each great year the sea of storms is torn apart in a season of fire where all land masses but the great southern continent are remade. The Fenrisian people are a hardy and superstitious folk living on the bounty of the sea and the strength of their men to survive the harsh world around them. They are a primitive culture but one steeped in ancient tradition and forged for this hell scape of a world. It is to this world a pod was cast inscribed upon its numbers marking the child within as one of the Primarchs stolen from Earth.

    [][Numbers]I
    [][Numbers]VI
    [][Numbers]VIII
    [][Numbers]IX
    [][Numbers]XV

    This pod crashes into the world…


    [][Landing] Wolves
    Landing in the deep winter wilds of Fenris the child world be left to the wolves though come what may a Primarch even newborn could take the massive beasts.

    [][Landing] Seas
    Landing in the Fire season the pod crashes into boil oceans and volcanic islands born with great upheaval. No sane man will walk this way for a long time.

    [][Landing] Russ
    In the halls of a great king of this world the Lord of the Russ will find this child. How he will be raised remains.

    [][Landing] Vultures
    A mountain tribe on the edge of the sole unchanging landmass of Fenris they are a mad people of Psyker power and desire for man's flesh. The newborn would be in for an interesting life.

    [][Landing] Cities
    No man had walked these ancient halls deep in the surface of Fenris for eons. For to do so is to court death and invite madness. The mutant Nightgangers are a constant threat to the child lost in these depths alone with only madness and decayed echos of the past.
     
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