+ inload: Behind the scenes of The War of the Lost Primarch +

+ Make new blogs, but keep the old +

+ New exciting projects always take up focus; but it's always good to keep an overview of things. Otherwise it's easy to end up a bit swamped and disenchanted after the chrome wears off (an image quite fitting for 40k...). I wanted the new site, Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten [+noosphericexloadlink embedded+] to be as immersive as possible. As a result, it's very story-focussed, with little, if any, out-of-universe material like modelling or painting planned. +

+ Fortunately, that's exactly the sort of material I can put here (alongside the usual material) – and I hope these behind-the-scenes inloads help to shed some light on the project. +

+++

+ In the Emperor's footsteps: building a Primarch +

+ At the end of last year, lunax7070 offered me a cast of his awesome Mark II Crusade marine. When it comes to truescale, there aren't many bigger! It's a fantastic kit, with full poseability. It wasn't going to fit in any of my forces, but then inspiration struck – I could use it to build a Lorgar to face off against my version of Guilliman. +

+ Spool on a few days, and when I sat down to build, I just couldn't help thinking that I could use it for something else, and ideas started to percolate. To cut a long story short, I ended up combining some very old ideas to come up with a new setting to explore; a bit like the Alien Wars of M36 [REF: tab at top]. +

+ Foremost amongst these were the Silver Stars of an abortive Unification Wars project [+noosphericexloadlink embedded+]. I had really enjoyed exploring the period and playing with a different way of writing, but it had proven just too broad to give a decent result in a sensible amount of time. +

Seeds sown in late MMXV

+ Learning from that, and which bits of the Alien Wars that people seemed to like best, I hit upon theming it around the War of the False Primarch – one of those brief mentions in GW's colour text that always seems so ripe with potential. +

+ The text is very brief, and basically involves five named Chapters wiping out eleven. It's an intriguing idea, and so I went about contacting hobbyists who had already done some work on the named Chapters. Amongst them are the_midnightmare, count.hodo, the_iron_within and biohazardmodels –  I thoroughly recommend you check out their awesome work. +

+ With some talented allies on board, I started putting together some introductory text and having fun creating maps in between updating the Silver Stars. After all, if I was asking people to contribute their marines to oppose or follow a (supposed) Primarch and his (supposed) Legion, then I thought it was only right that I put my money where my mouth was! +

...and his big brother, six years later.

+ The first new marine popped up here a couple of inloads ago; and at some point I'll take the chance to talk through the updates and changes made. For the moment, though, I hope this gives some idea of where the idea for a collaboration comes from – and, more importantly than that, I hope it encourages you to get involved! +

+++

+ A call to arms +

+ This blog is blessed with a readership hugely talented in modelling, painting and writing. I'd love it if you would consider getting involved. The invitation to the project can be read in full on Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten [+noosphericexloadlink embedded+], but in short, if you want to help explore the M34 setting, then please do get in contact either via the comments section below, or via the + Death of a Rubricist + Facebook group [+noosphericexloadlink embedded+]. +

+ Like the Alien Wars, it's a huge palette; which can make it a bit daunting to pick where to start. Pretty much anything will fit – and the broader the take-up, the richer the setting will become. However, I know some people prefer a narrower focus to give them a lead-in, and to that end, if you're a Rubricist who wants to contribute but doesn't have a clear point of inspiration, then I encourage you to turn your hands to one of the following options, in order of urgency:

• A Vigilant Space Marine (see below).
• A Space Marine from the Partisan Chapters, detailed here.
• A Battlefleet Gothic model.
• One of the Death Eagles (and whether you prefer the black and white modern scheme or pink and white originals, both will be fantastically useful).
• A Space Marine from the Silver Stars (pictured above)
• A model to represent Imperial Guard or Naval forces operating in the area.
• An Inquisitor or Inquisitorial team.

+ All will be used to illustrate articles on the new blog, and I'll preview those articles here in the hope that it'll inspire you talented so-and-sos to paint up some figures we can use to illuminate them. +

+++

+ The Vigilants +

+ The Vigilants are a concept I've created to make getting involved as easy as possible. I think a lot of people like the idea of invitationals, but are worried that they're 'not good enough'. I'm very keen that this project is as open as possible and want to break down any 'hobby gates'. +

+ To that end, the Vigilants are a Chapter of Space Marines that operate like the Deathwatch – individuals and small groups are seconded to the Inquisition's Ordo Astartes. They keep their original colouring, but supplement it with a red armour panel (usually the helm) with a yellow and black stripe. As I put it on the War of the False Primarch discussion group:

There’s an article going up this weekend (basically as soon as I have a figure painted). Vigilants are marked out by a red armour panel with a yellow and black stripe. This is usually, but not always, their helm. Other than that, they wear their Chapter colours.

The underlying concept is a reimagining of the Military Police from Rogue Trader – a militant wing under the auspices of the Ordo Astartes that allow the Inquisition to fight fire with fire. 

Set up during the Scouring, many of the original members were made of Blackshields that sought to rejoin the Imperium after Horus’ defeat. 

Two thousand years later, it’s now a position of honour for many Space Marine Chapters, with implied ties to the long inward-looking Adeptus Custodes, who use them as an intermediary (a relationship which eventually leads to the Vigilants being disbanded in a later period).

The Vigilants are really well-equipped during the War. They receive priority equipment and specialist weaponry in order to best their peers – lots of the weird stuff like conversion beamers, graviton weaponry and eradication rifles.

+ Long-time inloaders will know that I like to involve retrohammer touches, and so will probably have already divined that the visual inspiration for this is from Rogue Trader's Field Police:

+ The idea is simple. If you have a marine sitting around, you can get involved simply by repainting his helm. If you do so, please let me know either via the comments or on the Facebook group – I'd love to have as many examples as possible for the article. +

+++

+ inload: Saturnine Plate +

+ Brother Deredeo Thorne +

+ I will be back - So reads the litany inscribed on Brother Thorne's oversized exo-armour pauldron, the scrawled paintwork spilling across the battered golden trim. +

+ Artwork from GW Space Hulk +

+ The Underworld War saw the vengeful might of the surviving Ultramarines as they hunted down the murderers of their world. Despite the impossibility of resupply, both sides remained well-equipped for the duration, owing to the wealth of equipment and materiel laid down at Fleet Anchor Calth. Nevertheless, while there was certainly a lot of equipment to hand – or salvageable from the irradiated surface – uniformity was a low priority. Armour marks, small arms types and the like thus became mixed and matched on both sides over the course of the war. +

+ Brother Deredeo Thorne, a veteran trained in the use of specialist Tactical Dreadnought Armour, is pictured here in an atypical example of the plate. Unlike power armour, which had been developed in the Unification Wars and refined over the course of the Great Crusade, Tactical Dreadnought Armour was still highly experimental by the time of the events of the Horus Heresy. Various types and patterns of so-called 'Terminator' armour had been developed across the galaxy, often by Forgeworlds or inidividual eccentric magi that were secretive or even in open competition with one another. As a result, they varied wildly in appearance and battlefield application; from the technological triumph of Tartaros pattern to the famously unreliable Nova Martus suits. +

+ Complete verification is impossible, but Thorne's armour appears to be a variant based on Primarch Vulkan's designs. These vanishingly rare suits were deployed sparingly by the XVIIIth – but often to great effect, as they mounted additional heavy weapons on top, in a manner similar to a true Dreadnought suit or the Martian Mechanicum's heavy cybernetica divisions. +

+ Thorne's armour is thus an enigma, as the Underworld War took place on the other side of the galaxy to these development and known deployments of these highly-experimental suits. It also diverges from the design in a number of ways; the most obvious being the lack of a dorsal weapon mount. Instead, it bears a curious spinal structure, the purpose of which may be reinforcement, decorative, or perhaps serve a more esoteric use. The author humbly posits that it may be a section of armour retro-fitted after the removal of the dorsal weapon simply to reduce the armour's height – thus allowing its use in the oft-cramped environs of the War. +

+ Seconded to the 15th/190th, Thorne's extensive knowledge of the Calth Arcologies made him a valuable strategic asset to local XIIIth command. His battlefield experience (won securing the Compliance of the abhumans of the Galctic Core), married to his thirst for bloody vengeance against the Word Bearers, made him a frighteningly efficient hunter-killer during the Underworld War. +

+ Like his armour, Thorne's armament is atypical; his combi-bolter bearing a non-standard additional top-loading magazine housing. Little is known of this variant, which may have been a one-off produced by an artificer, or a limited and unsuccessful adaptation of the combi-bolter. The angle of pict-capture demonstrates the scrawled personalisation on his shoulder pad; which is curiously absent of other tactical markings. All in all, Thorne's image provokes more questions than it answers. As with nearly all records of this benighted time, the truth will likely never be known. +

+ One mystery that can happily be resolved is Thorne's given name, Deredeo. More commonly recognised as a Dreadnought variant-type, Deredeo is a Terran name of Old Albian extraction. Records indicate that Deredeo Thorne is genuinely his birth name – Meaning simple 'God of Fear', it would be easy to assume that this is a name chosen after being inducted into the Legion. This was a common tradition amongst the XIIIth since their inception: a necessity so for many of the nameless orphans who were recruited into the so-called 'War Born'; and continued after the discovery of Guilliman as many Legionaries took up names that had Macraggian providence to demonstrate their desire to fit into a cohesive Legion. +

+ That Thorne's long-dead parents would name their child such a dreadful name is perhaps indicative of the horrors of the planet they found themselves in: Old Terra. +

+ inload: Inspecting the Entrails +

+ MMXVI +

+ We're deep into 016.M03, and starting to emerge from midwinter into the new marching season, so I thought I'd pop up a post from sus-an sleep to look at what my hobby plans are for the year. +

+ Hobby time has been limited as we prepare to make the jump to warp (or more prosaically, we're moving to a new house), so apologies for the quietness of late. Nevertheless, I've been cracking on with bits and pieces for my various projects. +

Legionaries of Ancient Terra

+ The Silver Stars (or plain ol' XI Legion at the moment) are progressing; a combination of the great new plastic kits from the Betrayal at Calth box set (a triumph of a release that I hope presages more stuff in a similar vein from GW, as I really enjoy the game) with various Forge World kits. The images above and below are a bit of a preview. +

Early Crusade exo-armour

+ An mix of full army and 'what I can make from leftovers', the Silver Stars are proving a fun and refreshing project that's much more similar to how I used to build armies. The Cataphractii suits above are a good example – I've poached the legs for my true-scale Ultramarines and Iron Warriors, and used Grey Knight Terminator legs to make a serviceable unit. In fact, I think I prefer the look with these more dynamic poses – they help sell the movement of the lightning claws. +

+ The Astartes are not the only inhabitants of Terra, as the Yukatani whip-warrior shown here demonstrates. These sorts of figures will be individuals who help to add colour to the Legion, rather than forces in their own right. +

+ Of course, some of them, like this Hollow Man of the Alvuatan Stalk-kin, might well find re-use in the Court of the Sun King.+

+ Events + 

+ The PCRC are planning to head up to Warhammer World in April to relive past glories (well, have a beer and a game or two), so I'll be aiming to get the Ultramarines back up to scratch so I can field them in force. The Iron Warriors won't get forgotten either, so if you'd like to pop along and see them in the plastic/resin/metal, please feel free. +

+ SCRAPSHUNTERRORABORT +

+ I was sorry to hear that Wayne England, one of the great artists of 40k, and other fantasy gaming, recently died unexpectedly. Wayne's artwork was wonderfully grotesque and fanscinating; and suffused with a gleeful sense of tongue-in-cheek humour. His work on Warhammer 40,000 and Blood Bowl in particular helped to inspire me, so my thoughts go out to his friends and family. +

+ inload: Legionary Olvidar Nonnatus +

+ Legionary Olvidar Nonnatus +

+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] +
+ 'The turquoise of the ocean; the rose of morning'. Such was Iterator Veil's description of the Eleventh Legion's heraldic colours, when it came to the time to demarcate and honour the warriors as a true Legion in their own right. +

+ In truth, none of the artificial oceans on Terra had turquoise shallows any longer; and the only hints of rose that crept into the bleached white sky above Taiohe'a Outpost were the chem-drenched clouds at dawn and dusk, swiftly burnt away by the merciless sun. +

+ inscriptor: Ali Yaqtest, extract from The Open Mind of Mankind; an Ongoing History of the Emperor's Victories vol I +
+ datum:[datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [SCRAPSHUNTERRORABORT] +
+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

Marquetry of the [REDACTED], Pre-compliant Terra [inload datum scrubbed – spec. three years prev. Fall of Luna?]

+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] +

+ Operam: Military Adepts; New Imperial Order +

+ Epigram: [Summo Secretam – Eyes Only] Seventeen Legions project; pre-prep. +

+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] + examples of the the Urshite, Pansylvanian and Neo-Germaine militaries – if such a blanket term can be applied to those roaming and shiftless masses – are warriors who share cultural ties or common ideals. Whether we like it or nor, such concepts serve to bond the men and women into a fighting force – but in this they become brittle; and this is yet another subtlety that we must avoid. Weaknesses can be found in such a homogenous group; they may stand together, but they also break toget+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] +s the Perandor (Editrix: spec. trans. 'Emperor'? I'm not sure he'd like that, whatever the marshals say. Use his formal title 'warmaster', at least until we have confirmation of the Med. tribes surrender) has stated already, his Thunder Warriors will not suffice for his vision of world domination: and so we are tasked with the creation of seventeen groups; his 'Legio+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling]et to be formed will be made up of previously unaffiliated individuals; drawn from [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling]ith relish – and no little pride – I can foresee these Seventeen Legions conquering not just the Dominions of Ursh, but perhaps the planet itself. (Editrix: Scribe, strike all following paragraphs before sending; I don't want to find myself explaining Demmet's grandiloquent hubris to the warmaster once more) Indeed, at the risk of sounding overly sanguine, I dare dream we will one day find a way to send these Legionaries into the heavens, as I am told humanity did in those lost days. We might just dream that our glorious warmaster will one day extend his hand over the whole Solar System; thereby bringing every human in existence under his protection. What lofty is +SCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPT+

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

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+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] was not, of course, the case with the Astartes, who were as different – as 'Other' – from base mankind as was the Emperor himself. Even the Thunder Warriors, monstrous figures who seemed quite inhuman to the Emperor's foes – and, indeed, to those like us, who bore witness to their conflict – had been created from human warriors. They had human minds inside their gene-bulked bodies, albeit altered and twisted. In contrast, the Astartes were elevated; their genetic code altered and partially subsumed beneath the pattern dictated by the Legion's unique genesperm. + 

+ The Astartes' stature and physical alterations were the least of the differences from their previous selves; their mental and spiritual alterations – or as the Emperor's jealous enemies came to say 'mutilation' – creating something quite different. As a result, while Astartes might have memories of their families or places of birth; the changes wrought upon them, in concert with their training and indoctrination, rendered these memories ghostly and vague. +

+ inscriptor: Hammurabi, Ovidem et al., extract from The Three Legions, late M31 reprint 44. +
+ dat+ [datalog terminus] [proceed] [spooling] +

+ Armour rad-bleached Pacific Basin Theatre; chromatically unreliable +

+++

+ [spooling] [spooling] [spooling] + + How then, one might ask, could such a force be created? Who would shape the tabulae rasa of these new Legions? In the instance of the First Legion (and to an extent, the Second and Third), the answer was the Emperor himself. It was from his example that his 'perfect soldiers' learned to fight. With none of the considerations of their opponents – no emotional investment, no fear, no homes or cultures – they presented a terrifying blank slate to humanity. It is not for nothing they were labelled with terms from mythology – djinni, spirits, angels – by their enemies. +

+ Prior to their Investiture in full operational warfare, the later Legions were deployed alongside other Imperial Forces, both as integrated warriors within Astartes squads, and as observers. Their command cadres were initially made up of experienced alien warriors from Legions I, II and III, who led small forces of the nascent Legions until native command could be taken. In this way, the hard-won lessons of Unity – as recorded in The Three Legions by Ovidem and Hammurabi the Wordsmith – were impressed upon the raw clay of the Legion. Some of the Fourteen Legions took to these lessons more readily than others. Neverthel[spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] +. 
+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] + +

+ The Mark of the Legionary; Imperator Vincere +

+ [spooling] [SCRAPSHUNTERRORABORT] [spooling] + 

+ Redirect channel +

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

'Thunderheads' designate: Stormbreaker specialist

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

+ Manhide boltgun strap – post Pan-Pacific campaign, judging by stylised bolt on belt. +

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

+ [datalog] [spooling] I have seen these new warriors. They are more pleasing to the eye than the Thunder Warriors; almost comely in their closeness to the human form. I have no doubt this will be a final solution. You might face the Thunder Warriors and see them as ogrish; but with this new army there can be no doubt the Emperor leads the best of humanity. Humanity Plus! + 

+ I confess to finding it simultaneously thrilling and terrifying – sublime in its horrific perfection – that the work of the psienticians and alchaemical staff has been so scrupulously successful. The tube-subjects resist every test; physical, mental and chemical; though being that it was performed under the eye of the warmaster Himself, it is perhaps not surpr+ 

[datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] + 

+ inscriptor: Trosty, The Astartes Project +

+ Datum: unclear; spec. ca~ Himalaysian Counter-insurgency Campaign [transcript unclear] [spooling] + 

+ [datalog] [spooling] [SCRAPSHUNTERRORABORT] [fatal error] +

+ [spooling]+osing, I state simply that their loyalty was, and remains, absolute; not to kin, not to place, not even to humanity – but to the great Emperor of Terra and the Luna Colonies. Praise Him, then, that in the Emperor, we have a ruler who is truly worthy of such unquestioning loyalty. Benevolent tyranny, once apparently reviled, and now extended throughout the whole Empire – has proven itself the best form of government. + 

+ inscriptor: Veil, Iterations vol. IV +

+ Datum: unclear; spec. prior Martian Compliance +

+ Standard plate plans example. Apparently we are to call them Astartes now – sounds pompous to me. I preferred the old name. Anyway Anatoli, I digress. Is the request correct? Fourteen thousand void-sealed suits? Let me simply say I am glad we have a whole planet as our workshop. Goodness knows what they want that many for. Do what you can for additional staff, please – or come down and help me and the girls with another set of hands for painting the heraldry !
Yours, Gagarin +

+ [spooling]e write, I am pleased to report the XIIIth have reported that the last of the Moon Men's forces have been brought to terms. They will accept the Imperial Truth in time; such is the manifest destiny of Mankind and the Emperor of Earth. With Luna now ours, we can extend the bounds of the empire beyond the bounds of the earth itself. A humbling – and inspiring – thought. +

+ Postscript: Between you and me, Gagarin, in submitting my initial report to the Unity Council, I joked that we had exceeded our brief by reuniting all humanity with four fewer legions than planned. There was a paus+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] + since been told that the Unity Council means to continue expansion. It sounds lunatic to me – who needs more than the whole earth? – but apparently it has been part of the+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling]+
inal four Legions have been brought to full strength in secret and will march on Mars itself. Once the IInd, I+ [spooling] [transcript unclear] [spooling] +
vered from the Lunar campaign, all seventeen are poised to descend on the Red Planet. +

+ It fills me with fear – more so for success than failure. Death against the Martians would prove an honourable end of sorts, but victory? That brings with it troubling questions. Where next? Where does it end? +

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

+ [spooling] [SCRAPSHUNTERRORABORT] [spooling] + 

+ Redirect channel +

+SCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPT+

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] ++SCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPT+

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] ++SCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPT+

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] ++SCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPT+

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] ++SCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPTSCRIPT+

+ [datalog] [spooling] [transcript unclear] [fatal error] +

+ inload: Thunder Warriors +

+ Bellator Tonitro: Baru Karanean +

The Astartes' face buckled like leather as he smiled; a far-away look in his eye. It was a peculiar expression for a Legionary. My only previous experience with the Legionaries had left me with the impression of rigid, unfeeling automata. The expression seemed oddly human; uncomfortably so, somehow. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, and motioned to the officer to continue.

'It was told later, that the Emperor's warriors struck like lightning; that their victory was as inevitable as the storm. It was told later that their name was mere metaphor. I was told this by one such as you; a hundred years after the last of their kind met their unkind end. That moemoae-caipan – my apologies; your word,' he coughed, and I realised as he continued that he was slightly embarrassed. Another expression that I had not – and would not – see on the other Legionaries I met. 'Apologies again; our word, of course, would be 'bard'. I have been on the frontiers too long, perhaps. I have not yet adjusted to Imperial Gothic.'

That much was clear. Even the words themselves seemed awkward for him to phrase; his tongue tripping heavily over the syllables.

To put him at his ease – reading that back, I find the concept oddly comic – I interrupted. He listened to my clarification, head tipped, then he continued, with an eyebrow raised quizzically and a smile on his voice. 'Is that right? I hadn't heard that term. 'Remembrancers', is it? Well, well. So no more poets or bards to sing our stories? Just Remembrancers to report.' I said nothing, unsure of what I could say. It didn't seem like a question to me. I was reminded, strangely, of my grandfather. His mind had wandered. His pauses had become attenuated. His gaze had grown misty.

As the silence stretched, I wondered just how old the Legionary was. That I was talking with him attested to his having lived through Unity. Had he been born before the rise of the Emperor? Could any Legionary be so old?

+++

'I was there, Remembrancer. I saw the Thunder Warriors, and I tell you that their name was nothing so abstract as simile. They rolled over my father's forces without breaking stride.'

'I found later that our ten thousand-strong caravan was not even a target. We were merely in their path.' He smiled again. I detected no sadness, no regret. Perhaps his Ascendance had scoured or altered his emotions. Perhaps it was simply because he could not connect with the child he had been.

'I was not yet of the Legion, so my memories are patchy. You might excuse a frightened child of omitting certain details. Nevertheless, I see you wish to know all you can of the... first forces.' 

I dutifully jotted down his notes on his impressions – huge ogres that emerged from the blackness; fire-lit and bloody-toothed. Great roars that shook his thin chest, and the booming weaponry that burst his eardrums and left him screaming noiselessly. He talked spottily of the stench of sweat and salt-dirt; outlining his primitive memories in the enlightened frame of our more modern ideas, pausing to answer my prompts on how his humours were balanced or the relevance of the astromantic signs.

+++

After the report was made, he paused again. His face grew dark. 'We never knew them as Thunder Warriors. That is a later label, added to put something strange and terrifying in a box. Just as you were once a recordist, or a journaller – and now you and your kin are all Remembrancers. It is the same'. He brought his hands up, the fingers together, then opened them in a motion like a blooming flower. 'The Great Crusade will do this, too. All the myriad languages that have flowered over Old Night will be recorded and put aside; replaced with Imperial Gothic. We will establish a single culture, a great Imperium across the stars. The Emperor, beloved-by-all, will rule over a humanity united.'

He seemed to sit straighter, the cot beneath him creaking at his animation.

'I bear witness to the Imperial Truth. I am an ambassador of what is to come. My kind will journey to the galaxy's edge to bring all humanity together.' His smile returned and he continued. 'We will learn everything. We will encompass the whole of human knowledge. Think of it! Every song, every story, every scientific or mathemagickal principle from a million worlds – at the hands of everyone. It will be a golden age.'

He paused, his eyes glittering.

'But I will not be part of it. The scythe does not share the bread.' Did I detect a note of frustration beneath the conviction? Before I could ask, he began to speak again.

'But part of this is the past. We must not forget what has happened. The Thunder Warriors were a brutal necessity. Let me tell you more of them...'

+ inload: Grubby Little Wars +

+ The Unification Wars +

Hesitantly, the rubricist coughed. His overseer looked over, lenses coiling as his vis-spectacles adjusted. His expression was irritable – more so than usual, the rubricist thought to himself, glumly.

'I have told you more than once not to disturb me,' began the overseer. He raised a finger to stop the rubricist interrupting, and continued. 'There is little in these archives as-is; and even less that requires me to hold your hand. Make the decision, rubricist.' With that, the overseer turned back to his own datascroll. The rubricist, clearly agitated, remained for a moment, until the overseer dismissed him more angrily.

As the rubricist travelled slowly back to his station deep in the under-cellars, his mind was turbulent. He wished he'd never thought to check the deleted remnants. Old files shunted here were – in principle, at least – unreadable, unusable; at least without skills unknown to the Adeptus Mechanicus in these benighted days. He drew his stool up to his writing desk and took a deep breath before striking the rune of ignition on the recovered dataengine. 

Lambent runeglow from the dusty slate gave his face an unhealthy and sinister under-lighting. These files were different. The encryption had prevented them being accessed; even by the machine spirits intended to destroy them. Like an airtight travel chest taken down in a shipwreck, the contents had lurked unmarked and unnoted for centuries. Perhaps longer.

The rubricist raised a finger, then hesitated. He bit his lip, then depressed the rune of resurrection. The files spooled. They were incomplete, patchy, but as he began to read, his mouth hung open as wide as his disbelieving eyes...

+ [transcript unclear] [spooling] +

It is the 30th Millennium. For more than twenty-five centuries, mankind has been bound in unceasing genocide, struggle and atrocity. Contact has long been lost with worlds beyond the solar system, and the so-called Dark Age of Technology is an irrelevant myth to the barbaric wretches that grub a living amongst the ruins of Terra. Humanity stands at the brink of creeping extinction.

Since time immemorial, cruel masters, inspirational madmen and monstrous warlords have arisen and burned the world and boiled away the oceans with forbidden arsenals of dirty atomic, biological and alchaemical agents. Each sends their ignorant armies marching across the haunted dustbowls that make up the hostile planet to victory and eventual defeat. Humanity battles for Terra's meaningless territory, meagre resources and thin glory, their lifeblood wetting the dead soil over and over again in forgotten battles.

Mars and Luna have looked away, wracked with their own civil wars, and the cradle world has slipped into irrelevance, a dusty and ruined jewel. Against this, a New Man arose. Long-hidden, he names himself the Master of Mankind. Leading his bio-engineered super-warriors – the dread Thunder Warriors – the warlord conquered one techno-barbarian tribe after another, until the cry was taken up that an Emperor had arisen; an Emperor of blood and steel – and hope.

Building and refining his nascent empire tirelessly, the Emperor's foes gather their strength against this new threat. The Thunder Warriors have been superceded by his new creation, the twenty Legiones Astartes. With this advanced army of elevated post-humans, clad in the finest armour and bearing the best weaponry the Emperor's scientists can craft, the Emperor intends to stare down the jealous eyes of Mars and Luna – and look beyond to the sea of stars itself.

His ambition is boundless, his conviction complete. His vision is as inspiring as it is terrifying – nothing less than casting back the shroud of Old Night and unifying humanity in a mighty galaxy-spanning Imperium.

Before he can strike for the stars, however, Terra must be pacified. Humanity will kneel before the Emperor – or it will be crushed. To be a man in such times is to dwell in terror and ignorance. It is to live in a time of great change; of terror, brotherhood, fear and one last hope. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim darkness of the far future there is only war. There is no peace amongst mankind, only a future of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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+ First steps +

+ A happy new year to you all; hope you've had a great time and are looking forward to 2016. +

+ This is a new project sparked by GW's Betrayal at Calth (BaC) box. I've been building bigger marines for years now, and thought it'd be nice to use the cool models from BaC essentially 'as-is'. As is traditional, I toyed with lots of different Legions, but couldn't decide on one that stood out from the others. +

+ After a while, some ideas percolated. I'd always liked looking at the 'history' hinted at by the background, and I decided I'd look at the development of a Legion from the very beginning – right through from the first battles on Terra, through the Wars of Unification and onto the Great Crusade, where they would meet their Primarch. +

+ Still, that doesn't solve the problem of which Legion. I mulled this over, and then thought – hold on, there's two that have never been looked at. The histories of Legions II and XI are a mystery by the times of the Horus Heresy, but there are lots of little hints hidden away. I really like digging into these, and any history I make up won't be contradicted in the future. +

+ Anyway, enjoy your year. I hope you'll join me on the journey! +

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