The devices created to contain the unnatural potency of the Void Dragon have finally begun to crumble. Not only this, but Abbadon has the further concern regarding the foe he bound within the Solar System. Some claim it is Russ himself, returned to the realm of flesh for some coming conflict, so vast it is too large for mortals to perceive as it comes into being. Not o nly this, but each Imperium also suffers internal conflicts at all times, as t he inherently individualist warlords of chaos vie to ensureĢ are abroad once more, led by the largest and most fearsome of their breed yet to emerge. The two powers detest eac h other, and have engaged in constant blistering wars. Yet, Chaos is as Chaos does, and t hese realms are constantly in flux. Their influence grows, and more and more worlds fall to the worship of the transcendent w arp powers. Both the Eastern Chaos Imperium, under the Me galomaniac Huron Blackheart, and the Western Chaos Imperium under the eternal traitor Abaddon the Despoiler, have been steadily growing. Sicarius, the ancient villain on the throne, has looked upon the Vulkan Imperium, and deemed it a ruse, and has begun to plan against t his. Astartes are worshipped as gods, and they in their hubris believed their idolaters. Led by despicable remnants of the once noble Astartes founded before the fall of the Imperium, this realm is one of evil and oppression.
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The twisted realm of Grand Sicarium, after war after war, has been tempered into a diamond hard series of systems, each world an impregnable fortress, populated with insane humans with near psychotic siege mentality ingrained on their souls. Robbed of the Astronomicon, and determined to ensure eve ry world he takes is a se cure bastion of his new world order,Įmperor they had never known. His Imperium has re-ignited a zealous crusade of re-unification across the stars, yet progress is slow. Vulkan, the father of Salamanders and one of the Primarchs of long forgotten myths, appeared to the broken people of t hat world, and began to forge the Empire of man anew, as a smith might re -forge a blade, founding a new Imperium founded upon his humble and earnest ideals. On the world named after a site of Apocalypse, Armageddon, one of the lost Sons had re turned. It was merely the beginning of a wider game. For the old legends were wr ong the tumbling of mankind into the pit was not the herald of the End Times. Little can they know that those dreams are all horrifyingly true, and those t hings that have been thirsting and fasting for so long finally see their chance to inflict themselves once more upon a generation of beings only just recovering from the trauma of a galaxy gone mad. Some are old beyond comprehension, and others are so young that the dread of second Str ife are but troubling, primordial dreams. All across the galaxy, forces and factions mobilise. Ancient prophecies are being fulfilled grand engines are grinding into gradual and unstoppable motion, finally free. The galaxy has been moving at a blistering rate.
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