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Greene dreams form a shade,
O’er my lovely infants head.
Greene dreams of pleasant streams,
By thorny silent moony beams

Greene sleep lay me down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Greene sleep Aquila mild,
Hover o’er my verdant child.

Old Prigorian lullaby, William the Blacke, M37

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With my Crataegus Legion I want to explore what it means to be human in the Imperial frontier! I see it as a great opportunity to deepen the narrative of the Prigorian Divide, which is located as far away in the Imperium as you can possibly get…

– on the verge of the unknown,

where the only guiding light is the afterglow of fading Halo Stars and your faith.

Chaos cultists are often seen as expendable cannon fodder. With the Cults of the Green Man, I decided to approach it from the opposite direction. With their deep Prigorian history and individuality, I have turned it all upside down;

The lowliest of humans are now the centrepiece of my Crataegus Legion!

Even though I have built 30 individual characters, I quickly realised that I need a main character for all the Green Man Cultists; a narrative center of gravity, which the different Cults of the Green Man gather around;

The Aquila Child was born!

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The Emperor is dead!

Long live the Emperor Reborn!

Long live the Aquila Child!

Long live the Green Man!

Green Man Cometh!

Green Man Cometh!