In January 2020, Finland-based part of the Iron Sleet crew and the extended hobby family made first contact with The Primogenitor on tabletop in Kill Team format. The games were played under the streets of Helsinki, below the sea-level in the most fitting setting provided by Alexander Winberg of the Echoes of Imperium. ++decrypting astropathic […]
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Within the deepest corners of The Primogenitor, enveloped by the Great Hollow on one side and Liquid Metal lakes on the other, a fortress monastery of pure imperial gothic making has stood proud for a thousand years.
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++Receiving a coded Vermillion-level message ++Source: Imperial Guard relief-force ++Status: Urgent, by the order of General Militant Thetran Diocleton ++Standing by for decryption ++ Please stand-by…
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=][= Lord Inquisitor Rorqin Holofernes shifted on his command throne and punched in few commands with his gauntleted hand. His throne rose up from the center of a lifted dais on the bridge, like an ornate, gothic, tower riddled with cables winding down to the vast bridge of the ancient ordo-issue starship. The luminous, […]
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A leviathan of a space hulk, only known as The Primogenitor, has emerged from the gaping wound of Cicatrix Maledictum. This planet-sized conglomeration of starships, void stations and moons, of human and xenos origin, is plunging towards Terra and destroying Imperial worlds by psychical and gravitational forces. The mortis-screams of dying Imperial worlds are heard […]
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My brothers, Astartes. The defeat is inevitable, but our fight is yet not over. Let us gather our troops and begin our retreat under the shadow of black smoke spreading from the burning Thorn Moons. A gift from the warp has been sent to us by the dark gods themselves. The Primogenitor, father of […]
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+++ +M42.792.32 +Astra Militarum Mass Conveyor 626-KL “The Bottle” +Rimward Segmentum Solar, vector CC-gamma 9, towards threat code “Primogenitor” He was looking through the armorglass window into the deep void of Segmentum Solar’s fringes. In his hand was a hefty crystal sniffer filled with vintage amasec so expensively aromatic it made his nostrils flare. […]
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