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.
Read more
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.
Read moreNewest Kill-Team finished last night, joining the full Task force so far:
Read moreI have smelt the foetid breath that issues from the mouth of hell itself. I have heard the silent voices that make your spine tingle with dread. I have clashed with creatures the sight of which would sear your soul to the core. I have been slain in battle and brought back by His divine […]
Read moreThe 121st Moon is where we’ll make our base. Our records indicate it was once a Agri-World but transmissions have seized millenia ago. Imperial technology isn’t picked up by sensors, but there is definitely life. Though when it comes to these hollow Moons, this one is a rather desolate one. Still, expect trouble.
Read more+++ Thorn Moons Crusade +++ The Green Man Cometh Dramatis Personae The Defenders of the realm The Thorn Moon Legion, Elder Ones & Green Mechanicvm Oghamme, Keeper of Thornes, High Librarian, Custode of Daerwynne, 1st Library Moon Huathe, Thorne Kyngge, Lord of Gheal, 3rd Moon Thurisaz, Thorne Maker, Lord of […]
Read moreFor attention of Inquisitor Lord Karavnor, Condensed transcript from account of interrogator Gottlund, clearance Alfa Alfa X/14 R. Thorne Moons phenomenon 6882999.M41 [redacted], upper Buertonian Halo, Segmentum Obscurus
Read more“I have bested horrors that chill with a gaze and tempt unreasoning terror. I have faced death eye to eye and blade to blade” Long in the making, years of handcrafted opinion and vision has led me here. The first battle brother of a new astartes force. Honed down to almost hundreth of a millimeter accuracy, […]
Read moreThe incessant wind keeps blowing through the undergrowth. Forever in motion, forever living, forever dying, the forest gusts keep sweeping the eternal thornes.. Pollen, leaves, and smells of decay travel with it. A millenia old sentience crawls at it’s heels. Surveying, keeping track, guiding it’s motion.
Read more