Stage V: Starfall
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V – Starfall
Conviction, rather than evidence, tells us that is the thirty-fourth Millennium. Mistrust and paranoia abound, for even as a new Golden Age of Imperium struggles to be birthed, Mankind has turned, once more, upon itself.
Some seven decades ago, a cryptic and charismatic figure emerged to lead millions in the galactic west into rebellion against the orthodox authority of the High Lords of Terra, rightful shepherds of the God-Emperor's legacy.
Known to its adherents as the 'Last True Son' – and to its detractors as the 'False Primarch', or simply 'Abomination' – the being known as Volnoscere has attracted warriors and supporters from all walks of Imperial life. The resulting war has seen the region destabilised, worlds depopulated and degraded, and thousands of Astartes slain.Despite successes and heroism on both sides, it is a conflict that the Partisans are slowly but surely losing. Amongst the Shieldworlds of the Myrean League, their Primarch has elected to make a stand – to throw off the strangling grip of the orthodox forces led by the Pentarchy of Blood, and strike for Terra.A long-forestalled time of ending has arrived.A reckoning is due.
[//Coldforge is fallen. Myrea Prime awaits+] [//edward_r/@death_of_a_rubricist+] |
V – Starfall
- Narrative: The False Primarch is brought to bay; the Partisans are subdued, and the Great Redaction begins.
- Lore: The war narrows to the Myrean League Shieldworlds; and the last throw of the dice for the False Primarch.
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[//Last-Of-Their-Names – a Death Eagles detail, Filicide, stalks across Lemmas in the War of Inheritance+] [//alexander_l/@noctuscornix+] |
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Stage V of VI
[//Morqub belongs to the Partisans; Heliopolis increasingly contested. Success for the Primarch here will allow the word of his return to spread.+] |
[//Wormwood Sons Partisans clash with Charnel Guard over the Shieldworlds+] [//nick_t/@k0rdhal et josh_n+] |
[//And so consign all traitors to the High Lords to the flames.+] [//pesh_h/@freelancepesh+] |
[//The Myrean League: Principal and Secondary Shieldworlds+] |
Strategic Disposition of the Partisans
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The Pentarchy of Blood – champions of orthodoxy, loyal to the High Lords of Terra
+ Icons of the Pentarchy of Blood + |
- Index Astartes: Flesh Eaters – [+paul_h/@the_midnightmare+]
- Index Astartes: Carcharadons – [//dennis_k/@the_iron_within+]
- Index Astartes: Death Eagles – [//alexander_l/noctuscornix+]
- Index Astartes: Red Talons – [//almir_h/(@count.hodo+]
- Index Astartes: Charnel Guard – [//Matt_t@spaced_hulk+]
The Partisan Chapters – supporters of the Last True Son
- Index Astartes: Inheritors – [//lars_j-d/@lars.j.dahl+]
- Index Astartes: Red Fish – [//mike_f/@eatdrinkdeath+]
- Index Astartes: Riven Lords – [//cole_c/@sharkamanderminis+]
- Index Astartes: Void Barons – [//simon_v@HeresyHobbyHeadquarters+]
- Index Astartes: Star Wardens – [//dan_j/@dark_isles+]
- Index Astartes: Iron Guard – [//michael_m-r/@studio_fatfingers+]
- Index Astartes: Storm Tyrants – [//jorge_p/@adeptus_avocado+]
- Index Astartes: Wormwood Sons – [//nick_t/@k0rdhal+]
- Index Astartes: Firebreak – [//cameron_m/@dizzyeye.01+]
- Index Astartes: Marines Saturnine – [//tom_k/@ghostys_neon_rust+]
- Index Astartes: Argent Heralds – [matt_s/@sonofnemeton+]
- Index Astartes: Jade Talons – [//adam_s/@adam_james_creates+]
- Index Apocrypha: Silver Stars – [//edward_r/@death_of_a_rubricist+]
[//A selection of the Partisan and Pentarchy Chapters+] [//pesh_s/@freelancepesh+] |
There's more
[//Orthodox flagellants and doomsayers+] [//oli_n/@magos_nexnbo+] |
[//Moreaumunda Lesser deplyoment: Ancient-Claviger Oerod, former Centurion-Armistos of clan Morragul.+] [//amir_h/@count.hodo+] |
It resisted, at first. The ceramite. Then it warped, bubbled, cracked under the intense heat and chemical assault. Varris panned from one side to another, spilling the hateful green flame across flesh and rock. It all burned. It all turned to less than nothing. The traitor's gene-seed had long become half-cooked protoplasmic slur - but then, the Iron Thane's required very little to work their terrible wonders. The barest necessities of flesh and cerebrum would do.
They were in their dozens, Red Talons all, moving across the battlefield and dousing everything with volatile phlogistonics - incendiary compounds concocted of phosphex and devourer-chems.
Such was the reward of treason. Fire. Ruin.
"Render unto the craven what is theirs." Varris whispered in the privacy of his own mind.
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As the war progressed the Red Talons would become increasingly violent in their methodology.
Formations such as the Bieda - one such support tactical marine seen above - would see deployments on company and even pseudo-chapter level. Tentative inquisitiorial reports suggest that a full half of the chapter - swollen to about six- to seven-thousand astartes total - had been reassigned to siege-destroyer formations such as the Bieda, Propastia and Otrovna.
One of the few surviving recordings of the burning of Icathus details the genocidal heights the Red Talons had reached in those days. A verdant world, teeming with people that might have been saved, repatriated even, had been given over to wholesale massacre. All edifices of their culture were put to the flame, those Riven Lords unable to flee consigned to ash - or worse - and all suitable to work sold into slavery.
[//Murder in the dark – 'ware the Wardens of the Stars+] [//dan_j/@dark_isles+] |
'It was told afterwards that Tho ben Baruch and the Shrouded Esdras bore Him away, insensible – and, damnably, whether he yet lived could not be proven.''Amidst the burning ruins of a city all but razed by warfare; alongside numberless warriors and hundreds of Astartes, three Chapter Masters lay dead. A fourth had been hollowed out by his ill-considered use of that dread weapon wrested from Pazau, and had but minutes to commend his soul to the Next-of-his-Name. More than that, however:
'He had triumphed, nevertheless.
The False Primarch had fallen.'