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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