Crataegus Legion

Yes, the whole world is haunted! Only is haunted? Nay, it itself ‘walks’, it is uncanny through and through, it is the wandering seeming-body of a spirit, it is a spook. – Stirner, Philosopher, M19

“Those of us who walk the old paths know it. We have seen them. We have heard them. Felt them like the shivering of leaves upon our shoulders. We know how the holloways run like lost rivers through the depths of Daerwynne. That they are places within which one might slip back out of the […]

And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. Old Terran poem, M18

Green grow’th the holly So doth the ivy; Though winter blasts blow ne’er so high, Green grow’th the holly The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any Thorne, Rise […]

The transformation of Crataegus Fragmentum began more than ten thousand years ago when the first Genetor Mechanicvm Explorator Fleet arrived in the region just prior to the expeditionary force of Imperial scientists and Thousand Sons Legionnaires.

”For over ten thousand years I have lived. For over a hundred centuries I have wandered the boreal world of sunken holloways. Through moontides that have ebbed and flowed like a green river through my veins. I am the Thousandth Son. I am Legion.” – Thurisaz, Thorne Weaver, Elder One, Crataegus Legionaire, M.41