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Warzone: Third War for Coldforge – Road to the Myrean League

The levee breaks: The Third War for Coldforge [//Silver Stars tactical Pseudolegionaries respond to Death Eagles advances through the Commercia Publicus in Trunt. +] [//@death_of_a_rubricist+] 'All things wither; nothing persists forever. The collapse of complexity into simpler states was once understood to be a natural and irreducible law of the universe. You challenge that constant, Red-Taloned Lord. You and your motley of Gholams. Defy the universe if you must. But remember, time is patient.' [//Thoughtmark transcription – Tho ben Baruch; Shrouded Esdras+] Coldforge's Puxos Nigra (a highly-advanced and stable storage device that traditionally forms a substantial part of each Forgeworld's High Altar) makes it clear that there were just two major conflicts during the period. Since these devices are supposedly inviolable, and their memory unalterable, we are left with a quandry. It seems possible that one of the wars was invented whole cloth – though to what purpose i...

The Myrean League Shieldworlds

The Myrean League Shieldworlds You speak of a fundamental need for freedom, but fail to recognise its truest expression is the ability to enforce of one's will on others. Our citizens enjoy healthy, long lives as extensions of our will – and now our Primarch's. As they must cede the reins of their destiny to do so, then I grant it a mercy that they are convinced to do so sincerely and utterly. Ask any of them. They will tell you, with pride, that they thank us for removing the fetters of initiative and ambition. You smear our League as 'technically positive and morally rephrensible for its citizens'; and thus betray your stagnancy and hypocrisy. Nowhere is the manufacture of human prosperity so well-realised as on our worlds, Void Baron. As it is written: the loyal slave learns to love the lash. [//Pallas Nemoch, Storm Tyrant+] No history of the War of the False Primarch would be complete without drawing out those records that remain regarding the Myrean League –...

Horizon Gate

Echoes of Coldforge: Third War The broader war came to a fulcrum point on Coldforge, a Forgeworld brought to ruin by successive occupations and struggles. Its manufacturing capability had made it the greatest source of Corvus-pattern Mark VI armour elements in the Sector – and through its plenty, it had doomed itself as the Pentarchy and Partisans struggled over it in three vicious and spiteful wars. A key battleground of the War of the False Primarch, the planet was largely in ruins by the time of the Third War, which ended in the sound defeat of the Silver Stars and their Partisan allies at Horizon Gate. From this, all that was left was evacuation, a retreat to the Myrean League Shieldworlds , where it appeared the False Primarch 'Volnoscere' would make a stand. Coldforge was to prove a key route into the Myrean League for the remainder of the War, providing the Pentarchy and Master Enoch with a route that bypassed the formidable Calydon Fortress-system and giving them a ...

Painting Challenge Event: Hidden Armies

Painting Challenge Event Hidden Armies 'The practice of history is not unlike entomology. Neat and discrete, we capture marvellous things, pin them to the page, and call our labels fact. Does their inert substance capture their flight? Their songs? I warrant not. Much is lost in the process of such cataloguing. Necessarily, of course, else one might fill a library with the wonder of a single creature; and we have so little time left. So little time. All the more so for this hidden history. Much has been forgotten already; still more hidden – stories, armies, worlds entire. Lost and Forgotten Before it is all lost, I would pin the facts to a history. After all, posed with the riddle of a False Primarch, I would have something we can call the truth.' [//Prologue to the redacted text: The Golden Age of Imperium, a History – Prof. Cvin Liquis+] *** Painting Challenge Event V: Hidden Armies It's time for another painting challenge. Hidden Armies is themed around the many miss...

Chapters of the Annulus Umbra

Quarantine: The Annulus Umbra [//In the rain-lashed gullies and etchplains of Suma-Suma, Centaurs forces hunt down and extinguish Star Wardens fleeing the sector.+] [//@rook_baraqu+] Containing a Sector As the Sorrowful Years simmered, the Orthodox forces – those loyal to the High Lords of Terra – swung ponderously into action. Some fifty years had passed since the first rumours of a returned Primarch had reached the Senatorum Imperialis. As the scale of the threat became clear, the Imperium's first and only answer – incontestable, unyielding and ever-increasing force – was stepped up. The concept of the ' Annulus Umbra ' – a group of Astartes kept largely ignorant of events, who would prevent any forces leaving the Sector Morqub (and later Heliopolis) – was devised. Initially envisaged as a small number of second-line Chapters standing ready in case the Pentarchy of Blood were unable to execute their orders, the forces that took the solemn vow of containment and quar...

Index Astartes: The Partisan Chapters

The Partisan Chapters: Traitoris Perdita That words had passed was clear. Intentions and ideas flowed and locked together in an apparently logical fabric. And yet... In the wake of his words, while the threads woven by the Eleven came to intertwine and bind each together with the others, so did it gradually become clear that the weaving taking place had no backing – no warp to the Partisan's weft. Is it, then, any wonder that such a fabric proved wanting; that those that sought to know found their ambitions unravelling? The shame is mine; in that I had – for the briefest moment – the power to dispel the dream; to turn these former heroes; these flawed demigods; these Lords and Chapter Masters from their path. Ah, I did not. And though the deaths of worlds sits upon me for my weakness; I ask you, with no expectation nor deceit in my heart: could you truthfully say that you did not also wish to know ? [REDACTED]

Index Astartes: Jade Talons

Index Astartes: Jade Talons [//adam_s/@adam_james_creates+] 'Lostside. Despite its mineral wealth, it was a backwater; had always been a backwater. I thought the Death Eagles were crazy to garrison it – and our generals crazier still to accept the posting. If they had intended to sit out the war safely on a planet far from the front, it was an idiot idea. Knotty jungle covered the damn place, and the insect life raised weals the size of fists. Life was miserable from the start.' 'When the Smiling Ones arrived, there was an odd sense of relief amongst the men as the interminable boredom gave way to that fizzing excitement that preceded danger. Two weeks later and with casualties mounting, any sense of relief was gone. 'Why the hell did they come here?' we thought – until we realised that it wasn't minerals or strategic positioning that they sought. It wasn't even the prospect of outflanking the Eagles' position that they wanted.' 'They were after...

Index Astartes: The Pentarchy of Blood

Servants of the Senatorum Imperialis: The Pentarchy of Blood Behold, I come with five thousand of his angels at my back, to execute judgment on all traitors; and to convict all the apostate of all their subversive deeds that they have committed in such a subversive way; and of all the subversive things that such sinners have spoken against Him. Master Aramis Enoch, Inquisitor

Index Astartes: Charnel Guard

Index Astartes: Charnel Guard [//josh_s-d/@warlords_collective] 'They're black-armoured, black-hearted, stasis-crypt-using murderers; walking corpses that have countless blood rituals they don’t tell anyone about. And don't let no-one tell you otherwise, kin. These Space Marines ain't your saviours; they're the stuff of nightmares. If I find any of you praying to angels, I'll soon whip it out of you.' [//Optrup Fiegel Janstein, Recruitment Officer, Broddiwelt 14th Dragoons+]

By invitation: Outline of the project

'Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten' 'The War of the False Primarch was a dark and bloody episode of the Imperium's history, now largely lost to myth and purged from all records, that plunged the Segmentum Pacificus into anarchy from 780.M33 to 860.M33. The conflict was finally ended when the High Lords of Terra convened the Pentarchy of Blood and tasked five loyal Chapters to destroy eleven others that had been declared Traitoris Perdita for their actions during the war.' Imperial Armour Volume Two - Second Edition pg. 17 [//Carcharadons engage Marines Saturnine forces in the Tannbach Cluster, Abraxas Sub; Sector Heliopolis+].

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