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□▪︎□▪︎□▪︎FILE BEGINS▪︎□▪︎□▪︎□ Maxims of the Adeptus Mechanicus In these sacred texts of the Adeptus Mechanicus, it is proclaimed that the Omnissiah's wisdom is infallible and that these holy documents are beyond reproach. Should any mortal dare to perceive a flaw within these hallowed pages, it is not the text that is at fault, but rather the observer's own flawed understanding. Such a realization marks one as a heretek, a blasphemer against the divine logic of the Machine God, and a candidate for immediate re-education—or worse!" □▪︎□▪︎□▪︎□ Admonitions Mechanae 3:16 Seek not the words of the xenos, lest they infect us with blasphemy. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aetheric Manuscripts Appendix 71 Without a Standard Model, there is naught but madness and Chaos among the stars. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amalanthians 9.41 Thus does the Enemy seek to crush our spirit, for our souls are our most potent weapon. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amarinthine Admonitions If it resembles a heretic, if it speaks like a heretic, and if it be redolent to the nose, as if like a heretic, then a heretic it will be! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amalathian Commentaries Chapter 94 We fight the foe’s battle for him, when we take his words into our hearts. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Amaranthine Verses 78.12 No task that is easy is ever worthwhile. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Antonine Musings 901.45 Failure is unique among sin, in that we can turn it into a virtue when it drives us to succeed. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 7.1 There are horrors in this galaxy that only faith and steel can overcome, and that we should be grateful we shall never fully understand. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 7.31 Grant a coward the excuse to retreat from the battlefield and he will never fight again. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 56 Look not upon the alien, for the alien looks back. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 94.13 The Enemy rushes to action, when our ministrations cause him fear. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms 97 If it is worth doing, it is worth doing to completion. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Aphorisms of the Logic-Saints 7.91 In the presence of the xenos lies the invisible miasma of corruption. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Appendix Heuristica 73.90 And we shall cast them down, that corrupt by their presence; We shall break the teeth of the xenos that would swallow us whole. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Armageddon Verses 13.90 They need not rend us with their blades. They have but to make us witness them, and thereby can we fall. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Avelornians 5.91 Fragile indeed are the tools of the righteous. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Cannot unless you Canticle v.34 The only will of the Machine Spirit is that of the Omnissian technologies, for the Xenos will deceive you and tempt you, but you will not falter, for you are a Priest. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles Borealis 6.15 Inefficiency is a slope whereupon one slides ever downwards, by degrees, until one reaches the nadir unknowing. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles Flamminia 713 When we muse on the works of the enemy, we invite him into our minds. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles Logica 6.41 Where corruption remains, men will fall. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles of Gethsemenoth Line 87 Let the weaker in mind follow the words of the strong! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles of Mars 79.12 Rejoice. Give thanks. For we are but one step now from triumph. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Canticles of Rousing - excerpt Let chime ring out! Part the veil of circuit and gear. For now is the hour of motion. Warhammer 40,000: Darktide - Commodore's Vestures item: Perpetuum Mechanicus Castigations 17.4 Thus are the wages of those who delve too deep. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Catechism of the Autoculus of Mars - excerpt Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines! Warhammer 40,000 4th Edition Rulebook, Introduction Chant for the Prevention of Malfunction May your weapon be guarded against malfunction, As your soul is guarded from impurity. The Machine God watches over you. Unleash the weapons of war. Unleash the Deathdealer. Imperial Armour - Imperial Vehicles for Warhammer 40,000, pg. 17 Codex Fulminatus 83.12 Show caution and scorn in all things. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Cognis Amalathian 5.89 A Tech-Priest eschews the illogicality of fear, the unbalanced equation of doubt, the broken circuit of failure. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Collected Logic-Psalms 31.3 And lo, shall Your holy steel be as armour around our souls, and shall Your wisdom guide our hands. No spear nor barb of the enemy shall trouble our flesh of iron. Let the will of Mars be done! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Colloquialisms Minor Chapter 51 It’s not work if you enjoy it. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Colloquialisms of Metalica Chapter 52 Enough fire in the right place can solve any problem. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Conceptua Comprehensis Verse 329 Blessed is he who, in death, does his duty. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Confessions of Logic-Saint Levistian There can be no forgiveness now. No penitence that will satisfy my sin. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Contemplations Hagiographica Death itself is scarcely an excuse for the sin of duty undone. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Epigrams of Saint Eukelsis 3.89 Protect the shield of the mind, and the body will be shielded thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Epigraphs Macrologica Psalm 105 Wheresoever the blasphemer writes, obliterate. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Eukelkisians 60.24 Men fuelled by the righteousness of their purpose can achieve what armies cannot. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Exaltations 49 The Lord of Mars is with us in the dark, even if thou knowest it not. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Exhortationes Principiis Titannorum, Divisio Militaris We are all but a weapon in the right hand of the Emperor. Adeptus Titanicus (game) rulebook, pg.21 Ferro-Dictates 53.12 Not all data should be acquired. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Formulae Technologia Verses 4-27 Cursed be silence, when the Omnissiah’s word should ring out. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 6.13 And endeavour is its own reward. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 9.41 When the final analysis is fully calculated, all equations balance against righteous annihilation. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 45.7 Above bullets, above blades, care for your soul above all. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 60.41 He who prosecutes the alien with zeal, is the ally of Mankind. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 71.6 By Flame Shall The Unclean Be Made Clean, By Fire Shall The Unholy Be Made Holy. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 71.30 Even in the deepest darkness, give devotion to the Omnissiah, for there He is needed the most. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 94.3 Be thou wary of the works of the alien, for their presence is poison and their every word deceit. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 97.14 He who aids the blasphemer, even through ignorance, has the blood of the faithful upon his hands! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Gathalamorians 714.5 Obliterate his words, cut out his tongue, put to fire all wrought by his hand, and the heretic shall cease to exist. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hagiographies of Saint Regulavis 91.12 Purification is the prelude to annihilation. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hagiography of Thor 14.91 He who sows doubt is as blameful as he who sheds blood. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Helfirian Recollections Chapter 571 When the enemy begs for destruction, do not let him go hungry. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hymn of Reforging Thus do we invoke the Machine God. Thus do we make whole that which was sundered. Codex: Space Marines (5th Edition), pg. 71 Jovian Commentaries Chapter 59 The tree of heresy persists were its roots be not torn up. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Jovian Ministrations 61.90 When the heretic is silenced, it is as if his weapons and tools are stripped from him, he is left impotent and weak. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Jovian Tutelage 56.41 It is a rare man whose faith survives the failings of his superiors. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Kalemnan Orations 5.25 The sweet incense of faith conquers the toxic stench of corruption. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Keraptic Inscriptions Chapter 15 Wheresoever the sacred man tread, led it be made pure, or say he is not sacred. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Kryptmann Verses 11-13 Ware the script of the enemy! For writ into its lies are the seeds of corruption. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Levistians 7.14 Bleak be the prospects, when the black wind of heresy blows. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Levistians 9.22 Knowledge will ever be a blessing and a curse. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Archmagos Borasis Appendix 9 Our only objective should be death to the alien and all his works. All else is deviance from the Omnissiah Creed. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Fabricator General Kane 56.90 Annihilation. Not exile, submission or subjugation. For the xenos, only annihilation. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Macharius 23.19 Then into the teeth of the enemy we shall stride. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Saint Dacianus Chapter 60 Give thanks only that the enemy has fallen. Care not for his motives, nor for the promise of his teachings. Define him solely by his death, and the gains Mankind makes thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Life of Saint Hermeticus 5.23 Faith is light, and where it burns, there is no night. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Linguis Fulminatus Chapter 7 Improvisation is rarely to be welcomed, and then only when the Omnissiah’s will demands it. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Lives of Gyarados 73.60 If it has not a head to sever, cut out the heart. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Logistae Septimus 21.4 The circuits are complete. The engine of fate is primed. One turn of the cog remains, and the grand machine shall fulfil its purpose. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Lord of the Engines, 16th Tome, Verse 2001 And when at last he came upon the vehicle, he perceived the distress of the engine therein and forthwith struck the rune and it was good. Thereupon the engine ignited and was filled with strength... Warhammer 40,000 Compendium, pg. 131 Macharians 16.4 Watch your brother, for his sin of heresy is thy sin of tolerance. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Axioms Line 918 The wilful child is as the maddened steed: when it is let off its leash, it is lost. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Commentaries Chapter 71 As we purify the ground beneath their feet, they shall find no shelter! Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Commentaries 73.5 Seek profane knowledge, and find profane fates. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Duologues Chapter 61 Let the foe blunt their blades against our resolve. They will be ash and memories soon enough. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Macharian Notions Chapter 4113 Better safe and ignorant, than rueing the means of our downfall. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Malchadorian Insights 17.4 First comes knowledge of destruction, then its execution. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Maxims Metalica 76.12 From such small heresies are great apostasies made. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Maxims of Amalanth 5.12 Beware the deviance of thine own tools, for the Enemy finds his entrance thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Meditations Logicae Verse 619 How dim the sacred light burns when the unholy darkness loometh all about. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Meditations on the Superlogicae Verse 971 When the corruption of the unholy becomes manifest to our senses, a far greater corruption lies unseen. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Memoirs of Saint Hestios 5.25 Blessed is that life that, in its ending, forgives a lifetime of sin. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Mensis Hagiographica Appendix 91 Thus does Mankind fail. Not in knowing betrayal, but in the silent sin of duty neglected. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Neodogmatics 71.90 If His Will be done, let it be done quickly. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Observations on the Tech-Cosmos Verse 68 We are derelict in our duty whenever we allow corruption to plague the minds of good men. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Opus Fulminata The Omnissiah demands the stain of the xenos be deleted. Where it remains, the Omnissiah rages. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Principae Logica 22.4 Let His word be exalted to the eleventh degree. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Psalms Hermeticus 46 The xenos must be purged, for the stars are humanity’s birthright. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Quaestos Mechanicor 5.21 From the mouths of heretics emit naught but foul vapours. Cut out the tongue and be clean. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Recollections of Inquisitor Brand Chapter 87 Of all creations most foul I beheld the Lord of All and knew that I was dead. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Recollections of Saint Hesperis Volume 17 I beheld the babel of the enemy’s tongues, and I was overwhelmed by a wall of heresy. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Revelations of Titan 18.12 The enemy shall take what we give him, and reap a harvest behind our backs besides, until whole worlds are lost to our sight. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Runic Mechanics - An Introduction The beast of metal endures longer than the flesh of men. Those that tend the beasts of metal must labour long to learn its ways, for a single beast must suffer the mastership of many men until ready to shed its vorpal coils. Those that seek apprenticeship must attended closely to the runes of mobilisation, the rites of maintenance, and the words-of-power that describe the parts of a beast. Nor must they neglect the tutelage of the Adeptus Prefects, nor the casting of the proper roboscopes. Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, pg. 118 Runic Spaceflight - An Introduction; Naval Flight Manual W110E Strike the first rune upon the engine's casing employing the chosen wrench. Its tip should be anointed with the oil of engineering using the proper incantation when the auspices are correct. Strike the second rune upon the engine's casing employing the arc-tip of the power-driver. If the second rune is not good, a third rune may be struck in like manner to the first. This is done according to the true ritual laid down by Scotti the Enginseer. A libation should be offered. If this sequence is properly observed the engines may be brought to full activation by depressing the large panel marked "ON". Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, pg. 98 Saturnine Verses 81.4 The loose tongues of our soldiers are as guns in the hands of our enemies. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Sayings of Archmagos Cortiko Verse 58 Prayer has power, but I cannot deny fire does, too. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Sayings of the Archmagi Appendix 4 Such sweet music is the chatter of binary, that has no tongue to lie. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Sayings of the Princeps 65.4 When thou desirest to discourse purely, use binary. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Scripture of the Taloned Cog v.09 p.3 Wary of those that wonder. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Selucian Aphorisms Verse 539 Sometimes the weak limb must be amputated before the whole body withers. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Text of the Oiled Cog v.12 One can verge from the Standard Form, but one must always retain their humanity, or be lost to the Men of Iron and their ways. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Book of Five Runes When uttering the incantation, mark well that the rod is upon and not within the intake. The second incantation should not be uttered until all the fumes have come forth, then the way shall be clear for the sacred words to penetrate unto the heart of the engine. If the mounting be hot say the third rune, if it be cold the fourth rune is more appropriate. For then the wrath of the engine will be aroused... Warhammer 40,000 Compendium, pg. 131 The Life of Fabricator General Heuristicus VII An opportunity wasted is a sin preserved. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Life of Uriah Jacobus 8.31 When the enemy offers open battle, take it, and make it his final mistake. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Litany of Ignition The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee. The power of the Machine God invests thee. The hate of the Machine God drives thee. The Machine God endows thee with life. Live! White Dwarf 67 (2015), pg. 27 The Lives of the Logic-Saints Psalm 61 Even In Death, Our Duty Is Not Complete. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The Prima Incubatorta, rite of Titan Awakening The will of the Emperor is done. As the blood of the slain is laid upon you so may you lay the enemy’s blood at the feet of the Emperor. Lay blood at the Emperor's feet. As the rune of protection is inscribed upon you so may the litanies of protection ward your soul. May your soul be guarded from impurity. As the warriors within you guide your weapons, may you in your turn, guide their lives. Stand true against the trials of war. Epic 40,000 Magazine Issue 7, pg. 10 Themiscyran Manuscripts Verse 619 What the enemy built, let it be made asunder, for to us it will be as a house of sand and knives. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Verses Fulminatus 59.31 The broken in body can blame the bullet or the sword, but the broken in mind have all creation to curse. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Verses Macrologica 17.4 The only logical response to the presence of the xenos, is hatred. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Ferrarch Asklepian To every problem, a solution lies in the application of tech-lore. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Magos Aubrey Bessemer The Tech-Priest tends his flock of Chimeras and lasguns as surely as his priestly brethren from the Ecclesiarchy tend the souls of their Guardsmen, and his ministrations are no less important to the continued success of the numerous campaigns of the Imperial Guard. Only War: Core Rulebook, pg. 98 Archmagos Ultima Cryol In ancient times, men built wonders, laid claim to the stars and sought to better themselves for the good of all. But we are much wiser now. - "Speculations On Pre-Imperial History" Dark Adeptus (Novel) - Chapter 18 From the foundation charter of the Death Bolts... And the name of the Order shall be the Death Bolts, and their Forge World shall be Esteban VII. The Colours of the Death Bolts shall be red over gold. Their banner shall be quartered, gold against chequered blue and silver, bounded red. Their badge shall be a crossbow bolt ordinary, over an inverse triangle gold. The Grand Master of their founding shall be Maxen Vledig, and their motto shall be "nemo mea poena effugit" - None may escape my vengeance. Adeptus Titanicus (game) rulebook, pg.42 Fabricator-General Explicatus By acuteness of mind shall we find victory. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Technomagos Gaelos The universe is not like a puzzle-box that you can take apart and put back together again and so solve its secrets. It is a shifting uncertain thing which changes as you consider it, which is changed by the very act of observation. A powerful man is not a man who dissects the universe like a puzzle-box, examining it piece by piece and measuring each piece with scientific precision. A powerful man has only to look upon the universe to change it. Codex Imperialis, pg. 44 Binary Hierarch Gethsemorr The weak in mind will seek to understand the xenos. The strong in mind will destroy them, and bless their ignorance. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Archmagos Veneratus Haelon Hark not the alien's words, lest ye unknowingly repeat them. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Archmagos Veneratus Hieraticus Let the stench of corruption be swept aside by the sweet winds of faith. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Hieronymus, High Magos and Arch-heretic of Artemia Majoris (was terminated on request of Fabricator-General) The best way of improving a gun is to improve its ammunition. Imperial Armour Volume One - Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy, pg. 204 Fabricator-General Isotor Through the application of knowledge can great destruction arise… Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Fabricator-General Jaegaron All shall be darkness, all shall be madness, for everything will be known and nothing forbidden. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Haran Jaxx – De Bellis Titanicus, attributed The arming of Titans must, by necessity, always be a compromise. To gain long range you must sacrifice firepower, and vice versa. You must approach this decision at two levels. Firstly the level of the individual Titan. Consider carefully what it must achieve and how its armament will affect its ability to fulfil its objective. Secondly, the level of the force itself: this may be the Legion as a whole or a battle group on a particular mission. Never forget that a Titan force is a team - a single body, and may have specialised members designed for specific tasks. Meditate on the subject if you feel the need, or consult the Imperial Tarot. The decision is important, so do not take it lightly. Adeptus Titanicus Rulebook, pg. 38 Tech-Priest Jung, Forge World Gehenna Our enemies may rest but rust never sleeps. Imperial Armour - Imperial Vehicles for Warhammer 40,000, pg. 59 Fabricator General Kane You may say, it is impossible for a man to become like the Machine. And I would reply, that only the smallest mind strives to comprehend its limits. Dark Adeptus (Novel), Ch. 2, pg. 19 The spirit of Ramus Macabee speaking to Ervin Hekate There's no turning back... Triumph or oblivion. Titan: God-Machine (Graphic Novel), ca. pg. 16 Malcador The foe of reason builds monuments to his madness, and reveals himself thereby. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Garba Mojaro, Prefectus of Adeptus Mechanicus A man may die yet still endure if his work enters the greater work. Time is carried upon a current incepted by forgotten deeds. Events of great moment are but the culmination of a single carefully placed thought. As all men must thank progenitors obscured by the past so we must endure the present that those who come after may continue the greater work. - The Chime of Eons Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, pg.143 Technographer Adar Millez Take care with that! We have not fully ascertained its function, and the ticking is accelerating. Dark Heresy: The Lathe Worlds, pg. 69 Archmagos Nerovian Less exalted minds might waver to learn the secrets of the xenos. But we are stronger. We are better. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Fabricator-General Plutonis The eyes of the Omnissiah are ever upon us. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Grand Master Thordun Ranxey, Death Bolts The supporting fire of one's brethren is always a comfort. Provided it doesn't hit oneself. Adeptus Titanicus Rulebook, pg. 28 Tech-Acquisitor Scaevola, Statement of Purpose: To perceive the grander picture, to strive to acquire and understand for the benefit of all mankind. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus Fabricator-General Sin-Cosinius Obey the Standard Model, or obey the laws of death. Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus The last words of Magos Varnak We cannot live through this. Mankind cannot live through this. In a single day they have covered the surface of this planet with a flood of living blades and needle-fanged mouths. Kill one and ten take its place. If they are truly without number then our race is doomed to a violent death before every shred of our civilization is scoured away by a force more voracious than the fires of hell themselves! Death! By the Machine God, Death is here! Codex: Tyranids (4th Edition), pg. 25 Legio Victorum Motto For the alien, nothing. Third War For Armageddon - Imperial Forces: The Legio Victorum Techpriest Yaffel - from his own book Soylens Viridians for the Machine-Spirit [Note 1] The Omnissiah directs our footsteps along the path of knowledge. The Emperor's Finest (Novel), Ch. 8, pg. 118 Adept Koriel Zeth, Forge Mistress It is my great regret that we live in an age that is proud of machines that think and suspicious of people who try to. 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Prologue The Information Broker leans across the table, his hand clamping over the Rich Patron’s mouth before the man can speak. His eyes, wide with panic, dart around the curtained booth. "Do you want to get us killed?" His whisper is sharp, slicing through the stillness. "That thing is dangerous... even the Inquisition fears it." The Rich Patron mumbles against his palm, eyes flashing with irritation, but the Broker keeps his grip firm. He shoots a glance through the gap in the curtain, where two hulking Ogryn bodyguards stand like statues, their broad shoulders casting long shadows into the booth. Reassured they are alone, he lets go, pulling his hand back as if he’s touched fire. "Keep your voice down," the Broker hisses, eyes still scanning nervously. "Even here, someone could be listening." The Rich Patron leans back, brushing at his finely tailored coat, his annoyance barely concealed. "You overestimate the risk," he says, voice calm but tinged with disdain. The Broker isn’t convinced. He leans in again, voice barely a whisper. "This... mirror... it’s no ordinary relic. It was part of the Emperor’s own Webway Project. Sealed with Imperial tech, covered in purity sigils." The Rich Patron’s eyes gleam, catching the faint candlelight. "All the more reason to acquire it. My rival, zu Rosenstein... he has everything. Except a cursed fate." The Broker hesitates, glancing nervously at the candle’s flickering flame. But his greed is triggered, and sneeks into his eyes. He leans forward, lowering his voice: "Fate is a very exclusive kind of gift." "So," the Patron says, a sly smile curls on his lips. "Can you get it for me?" *** The flicker of the candle fades into a sepia-toned memory. The webway mirror gleams with an unnatural light as it is installed in a massive chamber, surrounded by arcane Imperial machinery. Tech-priests and servitors chant litanies of purity, their movements precise, almost reverent. "A tool forged in secrecy, bound by xenos origins…" The webway mirror is carefully placed into the heart of a larger device, wires and mechanical components connecting around it. A Tech-priest, solemn and hooded, presses a final purity seal onto its surface, locking it into place. "…and contained within the heart of the Emperor’s greatest ambition: the Webway Project." Suddenly, the scene erupts into chaos. Alarms blare, distant explosions echo through the chamber as Imperial guards and tech-priests scramble for an exit. The mirror is left behind, glowing ominously in the abandoned device. "But when the project failed, it was abandoned, left in a forgotten vault…" The webway mirror now gathers dust in a dark, secure storage facility, detached from the Imperial machinery but still encased in its protective frame. A dim light flickers above, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor. "…still guarded, but ultimately forgotten." *** The Rich Patron leans back in his seat, a satisfied smile playing at his lips. "So," he asks, fingers drumming on the table, "you can get it for me?" The Information Broker raises an eyebrow, curiosity slowly overtaking his anxiety. "Where do you want to receive it?" "Oh, me?" The Rich Patron grins, leaning back slightly in his seat, "Not at all! Put it into a cargo box, bring it to the spaceport, and stick a nice dispatch note to Port Gyre on Mars." The Broker seems intrigued but cautious. "And what happens when it gets to Mars?" The Rich Patron leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Make sure that when it’s unloaded, there’s a little accident with the servitor grappler. The box gets damaged, the dispatch note unreadable. Zu Rosenstein will have to open it to inspect the contents—he’s in charge of customs control at the spaceport." A slow smirk spreads across the Broker’s face, now fully understanding the plan. "He won’t be able to resist… thinking it’s some valuable trade good he can embezzle… or worse." *** The next meeting takes place in a more private, richly decorated room. The Rich Patron and Information Broker are now poring over blueprints spread across a table, schematics and notes cluttering the surface. "So, you have a plan?" The Patron’s voice is calm, expectant. The Broker nods, pointing at the blueprints. "The webway mirror is held in a deep vault, under Ordo Xenos custody. Heavy security, but there’s a way… with the right incentives." A hefty satchel of thrones lands on the table with a satisfying thud, the Rich Patron’s hand resting on it, fingers tapping. "Money is no object. I trust you have the right people for this?" The Information Broker smiles, a glint of confidence in his eyes. "I’ve already arranged it. They specialize in this sort of… retrieval." *** Night falls over the Ordo Xenos facility, its Gothic architecture looming over the landscape. Guards patrol the perimeter, unaware of the danger closing in. In the shadows, a group of thugs approaches, moving with practiced stealth. The Thug Leader whispers, "We’re in... keep it quiet and fast." Inside the facility, they move silently through dark hallways, avoiding patrols and security drones. They reach the vault—a massive door adorned with purity seals. A thug pulls out a device, attaching it to the lock. The seals burn away, and the door creaks open. Inside the vault, the webway mirror waits, glowing faintly in the darkness. The thugs hesitate, awe and fear washing over them. "That’s it… just like he said," one mutters. "Quickly now," the Leader orders, "before anyone notices." They lift the mirror, securing it in a padded crate. One thug glances nervously at his distorted reflection on its surface. "Let’s get this over with. This thing gives me the creeps." As they make their escape, alarms begin to blare, but they’re already gone, the webway mirror in tow. *** In zu Rosenstein’s office, a monitor shows the spaceport cargo area below. A large crate is being unloaded by a servitor grappler, which suddenly malfunctions, dropping the crate to the ground. The side cracks open slightly. Zu Rosenstein turns from his desk, annoyance creasing his face. "What happened out there?" He walks to the window, staring down at the damaged crate and the servitors gathering around it. "A crate bound for Port Gyre, sir. Damaged in transit… the dispatch note is unreadable," a subordinate reports. Later, zu Rosenstein stands beside the crate. He opens it, finding a faintly glowing mirror nestled inside. A folded note catches his eye. He unfolds it briefly. "To a worthy adversary, may the webway mirror reflect your true greatness." He crumples the note, tossing it aside, but the mirror draws his attention. He traces his fingers along the intricate, alien patterns etched into its frame. Beneath the glass, strange shadows ripple, as if alive. His breath catches. "This... this is no ordinary device." His mind races, recalling fragments of forbidden lore—rumors of ancient xenos technology capable of unimaginable feats, relics tied to powers long buried and forgotten. His heartbeat quickens as the possibilities unfold. He carefully takes it back to his office, preparing for what is sure to be his greatest discovery. "This mirror," he mutters to himself, "could amplify my reach into the Warp... unlock new powers... make me unstoppable." “But the webway mirror’s allure is a trap for the soul… “ *** A surreal, shifting landscape with undefined terrain stretches into a horizonless void. At the center, a dark chasm splits the ground, its edges crumbling into the abyss. Khorne and Khaine clash at the chasm's edge, their blades meeting with explosive sparks. Shadows flicker around them, twisting into monstrous shapes that dance and melt back into darkness. Isha is tenderly holding a grotesque, infant-like Nurgle amidst a garden of withering flowers. The image fades, transforming into Nurgle, now an adult, cradling Isha as he flees from Slaanesh. The background shifts from lush green to decay, a seamless blending of life and rot. Tzeentch and Cegorach are seated at a floating chessboard, pieces shifting and morphing with every move. Their expressions are frozen in wide, unnerving grins, as cracks begin to form across their faces. The chessboard hovers above a void, dissolving at the edges into a sea of black. Khorne and Khaine fighting, Isha and Nurgle in an embrace, Tzeentch and Cegorach playing chess, all just reflections in a cracked mirror. Each shard reflects a different distorted reality. Slaanesh wields the mirror in a duel against the Emperor in the Webway, the shards casting fragmented beams of light and shadow across the battleground. Zu Rosenstein's face, the mirror's shards embedded in his skin, each shard reflecting a different, twisted version of his own face. His eyes are wide, filled with terror and pain as the shards begin to pull towards the center, merging into a singular, nightmarish visage. The mirror shatters completely, its pieces exploding into a swirling vortex that engulfs zu Rosenstein. He is torn apart by unseen forces, his mouth open in a silent scream, spiraling down into the endless darkness of the abyss. *** Morning light seeps into zu Rosenstein’s cluttered office at the top of the spaceport's security tower. He wakes up in his chair, his face pale and drawn with fear. He sits up, trembling, eyes darting around the room as if expecting the dream’s horrors to appear. “Awakening… but the nightmare lingers.” Zu Rosenstein is leaping from his chair in a panic, rushing towards the office window. His movements are frantic, driven by terror. Papers and objects are knocked over in his frantic escape. Zu Rosenstein’s hand as it reaches for the window latch, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He throws open the window, his eyes wide with a wild, uncontrollable fear. He looks out over the spaceport, but his gaze is unfocused, his mind still caught in the grip of the mirror’s influence. In a moment of frenzied panic, zu Rosenstein climbs onto the window ledge. His face is a mask of terror and madness as he leaps, unable to endure the torment any longer. “There is no escape from the webway mirror’s curse…” A novice in a white robe below sees zu Rosenstein's body plummeting down from the tower above. Shocked faces turn upward, staring in horror. Inside the office, in the background, the mirror is small but clearly visible, standing on a pedestal. It still glows faintly, as if satisfied with its latest victim. “...only the final release.” Final close-up of the mirror, its surface now still, reflecting only the empty office. The faint glow pulses, waiting for its next prey. “And so, the webway mirror waits… for the next soul to dare gaze within.”

INDEX OMNISSIAN: THE DRESARIAN MECHANICUS http://imgur.com/T22xkq7.png FORGE WORLD DRESARI IV FOUNDATION The Dresari System was uncovered early in the 32nd Millennium in Sector Solaris March, in the extreme galactic north-east of Segmentum Solar. The system's fourth world's habitable atmosphere and mineral wealth, and the system's strategic location near the Sector's secondary Warp-conduit, made it a ready candidate for expansion by the Mechanicus, who quickly laid claim to the world as a sister forge to Kulvos. Kulvos had been reforged during the Great Crusade from a muster world to a major fleet station and shipyard, with many of its forges turned to the fabrication of war material. The Sector needed something more than what Kulvos provided. Though war was all in the Imperium, still needed were the more mundane technological marvels utilized by agri-worlds or hives. Though the Sector had its fair share of Mechanicus holdings beyond these two forge worlds, even the fledgling manufactories of Dresari far outweighed the output of these other, minor holdings. This pairing of dominant forge worlds was short-lived, as in mere centuries the Ork hordes that rampaged across the breadth of the Imperium under the Beast saw their Sector hit hard. Among the Imperial losses was the forge world Kulvos, which withstood the Ork onslaught for seven decades before the beasts finally broke into the Omnitemplum, and the Magos-Dominans overloaded hundreds of Kulvos' plasmic reactor cores. Following the death of Kulvos and the eventual calming of the Ork menace, Dresari was named inheritor of Kulvos' remaining wealth. Expeditions mined and explored the greater planetoid pieces of what was once Kulvos, recovering but a fraction of the information contained within its extensive data-vaults. Among the debris fields was an extensive network of machinery and designs of xenos origin of zero apparent relation to the Ork breed. Analysis of this wreckage was inconclusive, leading many to wonder if the Kulvosi Mechanicus harbored a xenobaric tendency or if the planet of Kulvos hid an internal corruption. Those macroclades of the Kulvosi Skitarii Legion that were offworld, saved from their forge world's destruction, were relocated and subsumed into the Dresarian Skitarii Legion. The Magos-Dominans of Kulvos would have been remiss to allow Legio Corvix to fall alongside the forge world. The Legio had fought a fighting withdrawal in the final hours of Kulvos, though many of the god-engines were struck down in the attempt. It is a testament to the power and divinity of these holy works that, during the exploration of the Kulvos debris field, the Warmonger-class Titan Hugin's Spear was found not only whole, but operational. Within three decades, it would walk once more. Dresari, absent its own Titan Legio due to its relative youth as a forge world, would become Legio Corvix's new home and protectorate. Included in the Kulvosi inheritance was its extensive network of alliances and partnerships. Most notable of these were trade agreements with a few prominent Rogue Trader dynasties and a partnership with an Adeptus Astartes Chapter. Patriarchs of the Knight Houses of Dalriada came to Dresari with great ceremony, swearing oaths of alliance previously sworn to Kulvos. Of Kulvos' holdings, only one was not given to Dresari, its extensive shipyards, shattered whole by the apocalyptic death of the forge world. Some of the minor Mechanicus holdings contained some capability of ship-forging, or had a network capable of providing refit and resupply. These were consolidated and brought to Dresari, forming an immense spherical structure reminiscent of a skeletal moon, filling the void in the Dresarian night sky. With the salvaged riches and relocated networks of Kulvos at Dresari's disposal, the forge world became one of the most depended upon world in nearby Imperial space. However, despite the wealth at their fingertips, the young forge world was still without the necessary infrastructure in place. Four theta-class forges had been thus far completed on the planet's surface, and while they burned hot day and night, regularly surpassing typically expected quotas of these standard constructs, they were far from enough. For centuries following the death of Kulvos, Sector Solaris March was woefully under-supplied and ill-equipped, with the inability for Dresari to meet all demands having a domino effect. The ill-fated Drakefire Crusade, named for Chapter Master Vyrn'il, Salamanders Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes and instigator of the war effort, was given top priority to these young Dresarian forges. However, a decades-long famine on the hive world of Cristovan, later known as the Emperor's Crucible, prevented the raising of nearly 47 million soldiers to be sent to the front lines. The famine can be traced to Ardenthome, the agri-world tasked with providing the majority of foodstuffs available to the Cristovanians, whose macroharvest drone reparations were delayed when the Dresari forges were re-tasked to equip the Drakefire Crusade. With the strain on the forge world threatening to collapse the local sector, the Dresarian Tech-Priests looked to the extensive network of contacts passed down to them from Kulvos as a means to make ends meet. Quickly, the Dresarian technocracy proved itself adept at the handling of resources and production capabilities beyond just their own, often juggling thousands of complex, simultaneous contracts and transactions directly related to each other and for the purpose of more singular goals the forge world itself can not meet. Slowly, the Solaris March Sector stabilized and began to once more flourish. Before the end of the 32nd Millennium, Dresari could be classified as a phi//beta majoris-grade forge world, its output rivaling peak Kulvosi production, and yet still clear signs for improvement and expansion were noted and acted upon during the 33rd Millennium. Never forgetting the skills that had brought them so far in even those most trying of times, the Dresarian Mechanicus continued to manipulate and enhance their inherited network and connections, swiftly expanding it into a veritable trade empire, with Dresari IV at its head. DRESARIAN SKITARII CORPS http://imgur.com/7ZvnrLL.png Dresarian Tech-Priests overseeing a Skitarii engagement. Of particular note beyond the identifiably dark robes and blue-steel iron is the marked uniformity of form and augmentation typical of the Dresarian technocracy, including the Dresarian Skitarii Corps. ORGANIZATION The Dresarian Skitarii Corps is of no unusual size even with the formerly Kolvosi macroclades that would be reassigned to Dresari, as the pre-existing Dresarian Skitarii forces were already of relatively small size. This conglomeration of two Skitarii Legions shows more in its make-up, as the Kolvosi Skitarii survivors were dominantly Rangers. The Dresarian Skitarii Corps would organize these greater numbers of Rangers into unique formations known as Huntclades, effectively turning these Rangers into army cohorts of their own. These formations proved remarkably adept in handling xenos forces, a common enemy to the Dresari, and as such the Huntclades were retained as a permanent structural integration. With the typical role of the Skitarii Vanguard usurped by the Dresarian Huntclades, these units are given a more refined role, reserved for when the Dresarian technocracy desires only the utter extinction of a foe or world. COMBAT DOCTRINE The Dresarian Huntclades are typically under meme-sets to surround and slowly constrict upon the enemy, with varying waves to ensure total enclosure and prevention of escape. In this manner the kill-moment can be delayed to the maximum extent, the trapped enemy's reaction of immense informational value. Where the physical attributes and capabilities of the enemy are desired, the Ruststalker Killclades will provide the end-strokes. These data-harvests are funneled to the likes of the Ballistarii and Dragoons, utilizing the information at their command to extreme advantage in the persecution of the foe and its command elements. KNIGHT HOUSES OF DALRIADA http://i1380.photobucket.com/albums/ah177/nevscorner/Connknight_zpsum0ie5gm.png Unlike other Houses of Dalriada, the Mikrimmons place equal importance of each of the colors of House conWels, their knight-engines therefore particularly colorful and vibrant, much like the Mikrimmons themselves. Pictured is Tormod Mikrimmon, current Patriarch. NOTABLE GATEWAR INCIDENTS c.M28 – Before ships of the Imperium darkened the skies of Dalriada during the Great Crusade, the Knights were in full-out war with the xenos race known as the Eldar, though various later assaults included members of this race that were unrecognizably related to each other. This alien race had arrived in force from the forests of Dalriada by unknown means, and it was the Knight Houses only who could stand against them. However, they were ill-prepared for the sudden onslaught. Most of the Houses of Dalriada fell, never to rise again. It was the Savior King who first began to turn the tide of battle. Iosua conWels, 3rd born son of the conWels patriarch, and now one of this House's last few remaining Knightsmen. One of the last few remaining Knightsmen of any House of Dalriada. It was Iosua's counter-charge that saw the xenos assault finally falter. The surviving Dalriadan chassis rallied behind Iosua, and after months of continued bloodshed, drove the Eldar forces back into the forests. Though these forests were scoured for years after the conflict, the surviving Eldar forces were never found. An Eldar structure was uncovered, and summarily destroyed, but no other evidence was found. Dalriada was rebuilt under Iosua's command, the remaining Houses bound to him now through marriage instead of war-born loyalty. House conWels would die with Iosua, with no native-born conWels mother left to pass on the name to her children. All of his sons would bear the names of the Houses of their mothers, and would rise as their patriarchs. Though the House of the Savior King would not continue, it would live on forever through the Houses that survived this first Gatewar, as they would come to be known. There would be another before the age of the Emperor. 78.M30 – Decades after the Imperium of Man swept past Dalriada, readily bringing the Knights into the Imperial fold with the arrival of a Martian presence on the rejuvenated Kulvos, the Eldar menace returned. Flashing across the world like razer-edged speed daemons, they caught Dalriada once more unprepared, with many of their Knights offworld fighting in the Emperor's Great Crusade. However, this Gatewar would prove by far to be the least destructive in Dalriada's history, due to the timely arrival of the Legiones Astartes and a son of the Emperor. Their Expedition Fleet anchored above Kulvos for refit and supply, these Space Marines struck immediately for Dalriada when word of the attack reached them. Though knight-engines are devastating in war, striding across battlefields like gods taken mortal form, and had proven quite able in defending Dalriada on their own, a Legion is something else entirely. Within hours, the Legion had broken the back of the Eldar warhost, shattering its ability to cause concentrated damage, what appeared to be their leader cut down by a sword of fire. The horrors to come will erase many memories of this time, not the least of which the designation of this Legion and identity of its Primarch. There is a ceramite armor, of the Legiones Astartes mkIII, displayed prominently in the Tropaion of this victory. It is unpainted and unmarked, plain of all features but the stylized aquila upon its chest. 257.M34 – Conchur mikLur uncovers another gate in the mountains while hunting down retreating Eldar, the second gate this aged lord has found in his prodigious life. As the mikLur scion turns the Ravenson's hellspear on the structure, a hidden weapons platform fires a blazing shot that pierces the head-carapace. A jagged, blackened hole is torn open, Conchur mikLur's engine going suddenly limp. Other platforms opened fire on the hunting party. Their command line silent, fire coming in from unknown vectors and two engines already going down in flames, the other Knights began a fighting retreat that led directly into other unseen weapon systems. The Knights break out of the fire zones, in no small part to the reactivated Ravenson and mikLur's inspiring words over the vox. Upon returning to the mikLur citadels, the Sacristans inspected the immense wound and found that its pilot, Conchur mikLur, was in pieces. His voice could still be heard emitting from the war machine's casters, and would for thousands of more years. The Ravenson would accept no other pilot.

A sudden burst of lighting erupts in the orbit of an unnamed planet in the Ishtar fringe of the Segmentum Ultima. The mighty prows of the Mechanicus Cruisers Bronze Expanse and Steel of Invention bursts out of the warp. Seconds later the rest of it's supporting fleet with the escorts in a spherical formation around the vulnerable transports burst out from the warp. An aging Archmagos of Mjorn would rise from his command chair his massive amount of bionics assisting the aging man along with a cane being held by what remains of his right arm. He addressees the bridge crew "We have arrived at the coordinates indicated by the rumors. If there is some truth to these words upon this lowly rock will be a vault of artifacts dating back to possibly even before the Dark age of technology and a map leading to an undamaged STC. By the Omnissiah's will we shall find this vault and crush anything that dares to stand our way on this most holy of quests!" He looks to one of the communications officers "Instruct the escorts to break formation and to begin mapping out the surface of the planet and instruct the transports to ready drop-ships to land on the surface and begin to send out survey teams." "Yes lord!" The communications officer salutes and instructs the vox operators to send the orders to the ships. The transports of the fleet each ready a Devourer dropship for landing equipping them with long range scanning equipment and loading building supplies into them so permanent outposts can be made after the initial landing. The majority of their passengers are aspiring Tech priests that volunteered to take part in the expedition though some Skitarii Rangers and battle servitors are also being sent down to protect the outposts and the would be explorers during their expeditions into the alien wilds. The inquisitorial representative and his routine are also being sent down at their own request. The personnel being sent down have been assembled in the main bay of the transport for a quick briefing before launch. The ship's captain would walk up to a raised platform in front of the assembled passengers. "Your dropship has been assigned to land near a large purple gash in the north west side of the planet. Orbital imaging has suggested this is some kind of sea though the reason to it's strange coloration is currently unknown." An image would be brought up on a large screen that was moved there for the briefing. "To be precise the landing point will be here in the large plain that separates this sea from the planet's North Pole. Our main objective will be to track down the whereabouts of the vault containing the artifacts through any means necessary. If studying either the North Pole or the sea could lead to finding the vault you may do so and remember any and all Xenos must be catalogued but you have full authorization to exterminate anything if they pose a threat to the operation. Are there any questions before you are sent off?" "Initial scans and orbital imaging have found several signs of large flora and fauna but have found no signs of advanced civilization either they are underground or life on this planet hasn't evolved to that point. As always caution is advised even the most simple of creatures can kill a man and if scans are correct this planet is in no short supply of beasts. Are there any other questions?" The Inquisitor revealed his presence among the mass of Mechanicus acolytes having transferred over for this briefing. He quickly asked a questions about the survey teams and how they plan to be transported around when landed. The captain was somewhat startled by the inquisitor revealing himself. He had been told the inquisitor would be sent down from his ship but he had net seen him until now. "Ye.. Yes lord the survey teams will be sent out upon landing and be given a modified Taurus that has had the weapon and ammo stores replaced with seats for passengers. The fleet will be on stand by and continually scan the planet and anything with in it's orbit like it's two moons." A communications officer would walk up to the Captain and whisper something to him and run back to the bridge. "Very well I have just been informed that you must be sent down immediately. Please proceed to the boarding ramps leading to the top floor of the dropship the servitors will be loaded into the vehicle bay." With that the rows of assorted soldiers and tech priests move into the dropship which filled relatively quickly do to it being mostly filled with building materials and supplies rather than troops like it would normally be under other circumstances. Maneuvering thrusters lift the ship up and out of the bay and past an enormous air lock and into the void through the few view ports the planet took up the entirety of the view. The intercom would spark to life "Prepare for atmospheric entry." The safety bars on the seats and the mag locks in the cargo bay would activate holding everything and everyone down. The view ports were quickly covered by a protective blast panel that came down from above it. From the outside it looked as if the ship was spewing flames from it's fins as the shear force of friction blackened the belly of the ship. The planet's atmosphere was thicker than expected this made maneuvering difficult for the lumbering ship as it seemingly plummeted towards the ground. Until the pilots activated it's thrusters slowing it down almost immediately if it weren't for the safety bars every single passenger would have been thrown from their seats. Using their new means of control the pilots steered the beast of a dropship towards where the plains meet the purple sea. With a final blast from their forward facing maneuvering thrusters they where able to stop their forward momentum and ease the ship into a large clearing now devoid of wild life as they were scared off due to the amount of noise coming from the ship. With the push of a button the landing gear unfold from their shielded compartments and touch the alien red soil. Once it was confirmed the landing gear had made contact the pilots cut the engines and released the shaft bars and mag locks. The intercom sparked up again "Landing successful you may get up and walk around, once comfortable head outside and group up with your assigned survey team or guard patrol. Before anyone asks yes the air is breathable readings show the atmosphere actually has a high oxygen percentage and gravity is slightly lower than Terran gravity but it is not really noticeable unless your bionics are overly sensitive. Good hunting and Omnissiah watch over you." The crimson courier shuttle touched down in the immediate proximity of the makeshift landing field springing up almost organically around the dropships. The loading ramp descended with a muted hiss of hydraulics. A quartet of crimson robed Tech Guard marched down the ramp fist. Their brass skull masks denoting them as Martian Protectors, the noble Forge Guards of Mars. They swiftly proved the area secure to a satisfactory standard. The whirring of servos heralded the descent of their illustrious charge. A Magos-Errant scuttled down the ramp on his brass-gilded stilt legs like a predatory arachnid. His optics scanned the noosphere in the area and locked on the to the signatures of the rest of the team. They were already boarding transports, to his immediate displeasure. [Command: Follow] The Magos-Errant spat in a hasty binaric burst. His guards followed their impatient master in earnest, barely managing to keep up with his fevered pace. The salamander transports were already starting up, their combustion engines revving up to speed. All were full save the last transport in line, which had but one occupant. The fact that he would have to share a transport with a servant did not improve his mood. None the less, he scuttled inside and found a place to secure himself. He activated the mag-locks in his stilt-legs to secure him to the transport deck plates. The Magos-Errant paid no mind, as it was barely above a servitor in sentience as it was. Instead he reached out through the noosphere to his intended contact. Opening a heavily encrypted channel, he extended a greeting to the Magos-Explorator. [Acknowledgement: Greetings my Lady Magos. I am the Magos-Errant of this expedition. You no doubt received the data package from my superiors, and as such know why I am here. My Masters hold the Archmagos in high regard. He has done much to further our cause. Let us hope you live up to his expectations] His cant was formal, but with an undercurrent of expected skepticism. Wright was untested. She no doubt understood that the Magos-Errant was as much a useful asset, as he was insurance. Much hinged on their success. The leaders of the Xenarite Cults expected much from this expedition, if their sources were indeed correct about the supposed Vault. The presence of the Inquisition complicated this however. No doubt they were aware of the Magos-Errant' presence. The Ordo Machinum were ever vigilant in that regard. No matter. They had no evidence to doubt his loyalties, but there would be suspicions. There always were. If Adam Clarke or any of his Inquisitorial lackeys obstructed his objectives, they would be removed . . .

With another year finished and more side projects building up, I've decided to try and focus myself by showing my progress (or lack thereof) focusing on my Imperial Projects (first?) Although there will be periods of inactivity when I'm working on some of my historicals and my Death guard. I don't expect to hit all my targets, but the visible reminder they are out there should stop me from quite as many impulse purchases... Project 1: Blood Angels - Target reached Target - Get the 5th (Primaris) company to nominal company strength (circa 100 Marines, plus Officers and at least 3 Vehicles/walkers) Progress pre 2020 - Officers and 45 Marines 2020 Progress: 15 Intercessors: 10 Reivers: 6 Inceptors Redemptor Dreadnoughts 10 Assault Intercessors 5 Helblasters 3 Eradicators 10 Incursers 3 BladeGuard 3 Bladeguard Characters Repulsor Charaters: Model Backlog: 10 25 Intercessors 15 done, last ten might get bounced if 'Heavy Intercessors turn up) 10 Reivers Done 6 Inceptors Done 5 HellBlasters Done 3 Aggressors 2 Redemptor Dreadnoughts 1 Repulsors - One cone Extras 10 Incursors - Done 10 Assault Intercessors 3 Bladeguard Done 3 Eradicators 5 Indominus Characters Project 2: House Raven Target: Paint my Knight Backlog.... - Failed... Progress pre 2020 - 1 Questoris, 2 Armigers 2020 Progress: Knight 2 Helverins Model Backlog: 1 Knight Castellan 1 2 Questoris Knights 1 Armiger 1 3 Helverins Project 3: Ad Mech - COMPLETE Target: A well populated Battalion Detachment Progress pre 2020 - 2 Enginseers, 16 Vanguard, 9 Rangers, all still needing basing. 2020 Progress: 2019 progress completed & based Datasmiths and robots: Onager: Dominus 2nd Dominus and his smithy friend Kataphrons Skitarii Model Backlog: 2 Magos Dominus Done 4 Vanguard (part painted) Done 1 Ranger (part painted) Done 10 Skitarii Done 1 Onager -Done 6 Robots Done 3 Datasmiths Done 3 Kataphrons - Done Project 4: Deathwatch - FAILED Target: A Battalion Detachment Progress pre 2020 - A 4th Ed Kill team, somewhere in one of my cases.... 2020 Progress: Characters and Powr armur marines from Kill team Cassius Model Backlog: 1 Captain Artemis 1 Kill team Cassius 9 of 11 models done 2 Veteran Kill teams 1 Primaris Kill team 1 Venerable Dreadnought Project 5: Space Wolves - COMPLETE Target: A Battalion Detachment 2020 Progress: 20 Grey hunters: 10 Blood Claws: Heroes: Terminators: ThunderWolves: Intercessors Model Backlog: 1 Krom Dragongaze - 1 Primaris Battle leader (I think Hastor Icepelt or something like that) 1 Battle leader - forgot I had the chap from the Prospero box 20 Grey hunters 10 Blood Claws 5 Wolf Guard Terminators - Built 5 Intercessors 3 Thunderwolves Project 6: Dark Angels - COMPLETE Target: A strong Patrol Detachment 2020 Progress: Tactical Squad: Deathwing: Intercessors: Dark Vengance Characters Extras: Model Backlog: 1 Master 1 Chaplain 1 Librarian 10 Tactical Marines 5 Deathwing 5 Intercessors Extras allocated: 1 Ancient 1 Primaris Lt Project 7 Talons - COMPLETE Target: A Custodes Patrol 2020 Progress Vexalia and 4 Sword and shield Custodes: Impulse buy captain Spear Custodes including maybe captain 5 Sisters: 5 more Sisters: Model Backlog: 5 10 Custodes 5 10 Sisters of Silence And Oh dear, typing that out its a lot more than I thought.... Well lets see how I get on.

Soooo seems my old plog has been archived from disuse so i guess its time for a new one With the Heresy stuff shelved for the forseeable and 8th feeling like the best 40k yet ive gone back to the Dark Millenium, specifically Primaris marines are super sexy, even if their fluff often feels like being hit in the face with a shoe... Broader focus on the forum is also pretty welcome, for example ive been working on Fantasy stuff and Eldar Corsairs around my Angels None of that for now, but maybe later! So, the Scythes! I went through a long process of picking the Chapter to come back to, other Candidates were the Red Scorpions, Raven Guard, Raptors, Dark Angels and my own old Homebrew the Blazing suns. Let alone all the Alt Heresy Legions ive fluffed out over the years... But in the end a few things tipped it: 1. A Bunch of my buddies have Scythes Armies from an Old Tempus Fugitives campaign weekend (I ran Tyranids, really siiiick Tyranids...) 2. I wanted a Codex Adherant Chapter to play with markings and such, ive been so anti codex for years, i guess this is me growing up? 3. They have amazing fluff! Specifically Heresy links are always cool. 4. The Polish aspect from Rogue Trader is also quite interesting... 5. The Mix of old and new marines should be interesting too... Been a while without a picture so heres my concept models 19095646_10155299917120797_2588717845232583032_o A Squad of Tyranid hunters (Rules wise ill be cloning Ultramarines to steal their stuff!). All Deathwatch Veterans returned to the chapter and attached to the Fledgling 3rd Company long term to keep them honest. 19113773_10155299917410797_640703996637877549_n And Apothecaries! On the Left the 3rd Companies Apothecary and on the Right an Attached 1st Company Apothecary, also a Deathwatch veteran. Ill probably convert a Primaris Apothecary at some point too, i figure lots of Apothecaries around the primaris is kinda inevitable, if only to learn! These figures were basically pulled out of my Bits box to kick around some ideas, A friend of mine gave me some Deathwatch pads in a trade a while back, the Apothecaries got cannibalised to make Heresy Apothecaries for the Iron Warriors and Angels and most of the rest had been earmarked for my last revamp of the Blazing suns, like 10 years ago I also Dug out a Storm i had earmarked for use by Alpha Legion Operatives (And basically mothballed for years ) and the Scouts from Shadow war, plus the old Serf dude from the Battle for Macragge box. 19242989_10155326863895797_4449847247156921192_o The Storms base (POssibly too much foliage...) and Serf! 19275256_10155326863130797_1668137090430596232_n And an awful pic of the PIP Storm, picking a scheme for vehicles based on non standard heraldry is as always a ballache of indecision! The Infantry scouts are still waiting on some heads because the normal scout heads are godawful... I popped some Skitarrii heads on the Storm crew, i figured they are both walking wounded but not 100% thus the slightly less demanding role and heavy bionics The 10th Company assets are a Reclamation team added to back up the Primaris, i suspect a techmarine might be converted if i ever field more than just 1 speeder So thats the Intro.. Ill get some Primaris pics up next!