Index Astartes: The Void Panthers Updated V4

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...Upon a Troubled Brow

Located within the carved head’s leering mouth, Arslan surveyed the night jungles below from the balcony of the Panther’s Lair. Enjoying the beauty of the night sky with Primordus looming large on the horizon, Arslan didn’t turn as he heard the sound of feet on the flagstones.

Jagaa: Chieftain, I would speak with you. 

Jagaa approached in a plain woven tunic, his Rosarius jangling around his neck.  He leaned against the balcony’s guardrail, facing the Chieftain on his right.  Arslan didn’t respond. Jagaa was speaking in formality. This usually preceded some sort of chiding. He knew where this was going to go.

Jagaa: My Lord, that did not go well.
Arslan: You don’t say?
Jagaa: Your sarcasm is noted, but I warn you, you must tread lightly with the Council.

Arslan, turned to face Jagaa, frustration in his eyes.

Arslan: They do not need to be coddled. We are half the size we once were, we must adapt. Besides, they are an advisory council, I...am the Chieftain.
Jagaa: Many agree as you do, but with the losses we’ve faced, many are simply seeking anything stable to grasp a hold of. Further reorganizing the Chapter has raised some hackles. The Council simply wants to know their advice is being taken seriously. The Council members know, we must adapt, but you do yourself a disservice by being so dismissive of their concerns.

Arslan sighed in resignation.

Arslan: I know I have been short of temper lately. But by thrones, it is not unwarranted. They have been questioning my decisions since I took Command. I..not Baraata...not any of the others, am Chieftain. I...was chosen. They must accept this.

Jagaa placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Jagaa: If they did not, I think we would be in a much more difficult situation. Still, this is nothing new to you, you are more on edge than normal. What is the matter?

Arslan shrugged the hand off of his shoulder and turned back to stare out into the jungle, growing stiff. He said formally.

Arslan: It is nothing of consequence, Jinong.

Jagaa made the sign of the Aquila in frustration.

Jagaa: By the Emperor! I am doing what I can to keep Baraata’s challenge from ever being issued. I think you are our Chapter’s best chance of rebuilding. But if you cannot tell me what is on your mind, then I have nothing left to do, but assume you are as impetuous and moody, as they say your are!

Arslan sighed with resignation. Without turning, his voice lowered to almost a whisper.

Arslan: The Sword has given me a vision.
Jagaa:...and...?
Arslan: It heralds dark portents. I saw what I can only interpret as the death of the Chapter...and I am ultimately responsible.

Jagaa said nothing for a minute, processing the information. Then he spoke

Jagaa: Are you sure? From my understanding the Sword’s visions aren’t always accurate.
Arslan: You’re guess is as good as mine, old friend. But I can feel in my bones that there is truth to this. Emperor’s light, guide me away from this fate.
Jagaa: Why not share this with the council. If you truly feel you’re going to be responsible for this catastrophe, why not abdicate?
Arslan: Because I cannot guarantee that I won’t be responsible even if I am not Chieftain. I still wield the Sword, and as you know, that is not something that can be easily given up. No, I cannot second guess my decisions. Unfortunately my friend, the only conclusion I can come to, is that I must continue down this path, until I can identify a fork in the road.
Jagaa: I understand, brother. The Emperor Protects. Your victories during the Rite of Conflict proved that.The Emperor put you here, you must trust the Emperor will guide you to the necessary decisions. In the mean time, I will go soothe the council.

With that, Jagaa turned and left the Chieftain to his solitude, with the image of his friend attempting to stare his troubles into the jungle below, on his mind. “The Council has no idea the burden that Sword has put upon him. Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” Jagaa thought to himself, as he slipped back into the fortress. He would have many more conversations, before he could turn in for the night. 

 

Void Panthers

Those who thrive in scarcity, overcome adversity. 
Scarcity begets Need.
Need begets Necessity.

Necessity begets Tenacity.

Tenacity begets Strength.

Strength begets Dominance.

 

Founding: 23rd or 24th Founding, the Imperium records of this time detailing the founding date of the Void Panthers have been lost. However, through oral tradition, the Void Panthers can trace their founding to around this period of time.

 

Geneseed: Since the records recording their exact founding have been lost, the Void Panthers have no knowledge of the origins of their geneseed, nor do they seem to much care.

 

Background: . Founded sometime after the Age of Apostasy, the Void Panthers were originally sent to the Primordus System, to protect that region of space, from the numerous renegades, pirates, xenos incursions. Specializing in the complexities of void combat, they are adept at void assaults and ship (or space hulk) boarding actions. Due to events following the eruption of the Cicatrix Maledictum, a full two thirds of the Chapter and much of its fleet, has been lost. Now they must focus on rebuilding the Chapter, with limited numbers, limited resources, and a limited armory.

 

Fortress Monastery: The Panther’s Lair  Located on the Mitra, the moon of Primordus. Hewn deep into the black basalt bones of the Mt. Turaala, the Panther's Lair looks like its namesake, with giant stone paws jutting out of spur, hidden within a canopy of thick jungle forestry. It is unknown just how deep into the mountain the fortress monastery extends, however, dozens of blast doors can be counted, if one knows where to look.

Mitra: Mitra is the jungle moon of Primordus. Mysteriously, much of the local flora and fauna that exist on Primordus are also found on Mitra, with one exception. The Atalan tree can only be found on Mitra, and is used extensively by the Void Panthers, in ritual weaponry and iconography.

 

Disposition: What defines the Void Pather’s mentality is one of strength through struggle, and perseverance over adversity. A warrior’s willpower is his most powerful weapon. “If the will is strong,” they say, “then the body will follow.” Much of this mindset comes from the very culture that they are recruited from; where the struggle for survival is paramount. Thus they have an almost “Survival of the Fittest” mentality. The Void Panthers constantly test, and hone their mind, bodies, and wills, like a warrior sharpens a sword. Most of their rites and rituals involve some sort trial, be that physical or mental, that the participants must overcome.  By always seeking to test themselves, they seek to emulate the great cats, from which they get their namesake -- the apex hunter; a predator of the highest order who can strike without warning, with the utmost ferocity and the cunning to ensure it’s victory. 

Like many Adeptus Astartes Chapters, the Void Panthers are fairly indifferent to plights of the average Imperium citizen. According to them, these citizens should be thankful for the opportunity the Emperor has given them to test their strength in his name.  Individuals may vary, but many will not bat an eye at any collateral damage that occurs when fighting the foes of the Emperor; as those who endure are now better equipped for the future. Curiously, however, they do feel a greater sense of responsibility, maybe even attachment, to the people of Primordus. Their sole recruitment source, the Void Panthers feel responsible in the same way a man would feel about a beloved herd of Sheep. They must be carefully groomed and maintained. Should a wolf get one, that will only make the group better at avoiding, predators. However, should a wolf threaten them all, the Void Panthers will hunt it, with impunity. Humans who serve the Chapter as a squire or fleet staff,  are treated like respected servants--they are treated with formality, but are very clearly of a lower status.

 

“Our History has bent and shaped us, like the steel speaker’s hammer.” - Jinong Jagaa baratu
Significant Events

M38
Founding: The Void Panthers are founded as a Codex-compliant Chapter in the Ultima Segmentum. They establish their fortress monastery, the Panther's Lair, within the treacherous jungles of Mitra, the moon of Primodus.

 

Early Campaigns: The Void Panthers earn a reputation for methodical and disciplined warfare in their early centuries, participating in several successful campaigns against Ork WAAAGHs!, Aeldari raiders, and rebellious human factions, in the east of the Ultima Segmentum.

 

The Battle At Vaneer: The Void Panthers engage Astartes renegades known as the Hydra's Coil in void space, north of Forge World Vaneer. Boarding the renegade cruiser, the Panthers begin to methodically clear decks. Masters of deception, Coil, lure them deeper within the warped corridors, using feigned retreats and ambushes. The Panthers, suffering heavy losses against the Coil's tactics, are forced to rely on their melee training and numerical superiority, to batter through the Coil’s defenses, and are ultimately successful in destroying the voidcraft. This encounter, ignites a change within the Chapter. Recruited from a primitive society where melee prowess is paramount, they begin to favor close-quarters combat as a doctrinal preference. Their tenacity and ferocity in boarding actions becomes a hallmark of the Void Panthers. 

M39
The War for Zambula: Responding to a plea from the besieged Imperial world of Zambula, the Void Panthers Chapter arrived to find the planet overrun with Orks. A massive Ork WAAAGH!, calling themselves "DA MURDA-KILLAZ," had overwhelmed the planet's defenses, leaving the local forces on the brink of collapse. The Void Panthers understanding the need to “divide and conquer,” in order to be victorious, they abandoned their methodical approach and embraced a strategy of aggressive assault. Utilizing a drop pod assault, directly into the heart of the Ork horde, the Void Panthers tore through the enemy lines. Their close-quarters combat prowess proving devastatingly effective against the surprised Orks, they shattered the WAAAGH!'s momentum, turning the tide of the battle and securing a decisive victory for the Imperium. This triumph on Zambula marked a turning point for the Void Panthers, solidifying their shift towards a more aggressive combat doctrine, one that embraced close-quarters fighting and rapid deployment to overwhelm their foes. 

M40
The Untamed Maw Campaign: The Void Panthers become embroiled in a protracted conflict with the Drukhari of the Kabal of the Untamed Maw. The Drukhari, drawn to the Primodus system by its proximity to the Webway, launched a series of raids, seeking to enslave the populace and plunder its resources. The Void Panthers responded with aggressive counter-attacks, boarding the Drukhari flagship. Fighting in the close quarters of ship corridors, a strike team, famously known as the Midnight Claws, managed to sabotage the ship engines, destroying the main Drukhari vessel and scattering the fleet, back from whence they came. Hailing from the 1st Company, the Midnight Claws died in the performance of their duties. The 1st Company, adopts “The Midnight Claws” name for itself, to honor their sacrifice.

 

The Scourging of Ondar: The Hive World of Ondar erupts in fervent rebellion, its populace enthralled by the insidious whispers of a "Six-Armed God." The planetary government, crumbling under the weight of insurrection, issues a desperate plea for aid before falling silent. Answering the distress call, the Void Panthers Chapter arrives in orbit to find Ondar consumed by anarchy. Captain of the Second, Tituus Kalaan, assessing the situation, orders his strike cruiser into a bombardment position, deeming the hive's claustrophobic confines unsuitable for the Astartes' armored might. However, the Sisters of the Valorous Heart, still clinging to a bastion within the hive, reach out to the Void Panthers, before the orbital strike commences. They reveal the existence of an ancient and powerful holy relic, now in the clutches of the cultists, and implore the Astartes to help them recover it. Its destruction, they warn, would be a catastrophic loss for the Imperium. The Sisters propose a daring strategy: the Astartes will utilize their heavy firepower to clear the wider avenues, while the nimble Sororitas navigate the cramped underhive, reclaiming the relic. Intrigued by the plan's audacity, Kalaan agrees to the alliance. A brutal and bloody campaign ensues, with the Sisters paying a heavy price in blood and lives. Through their unwavering faith and sacrifice, they succeed in retrieving the sacred relic. After witnessing their valor, the Void Panthers gain a newfound respect for their allies, acknowledging that even the mightiest warriors can benefit from the aid of others. The rebellion on Ondar is crushed, but the memory of the Sisters' sacrifice and the lessons learned resonate deeply within the Chapter. 

M41
The Wounding: The Great Rift's opening plunges the Primordus System into darkness. All psykers within the Chapter either die, or go insane, causing casualties in the wake of their madness. With the Imperium in disarray, and communications extremely limited, the Void Panthers faces a relentless onslaught of Chaos raiders and renegades, looking to expand their territory outside of the Warp. To survive, they mobilize their fleet in a desperate attempt to defend their home system. In the heat of void combat the Chapter lives up to it’s namesake, and strikes at the enemy fleets with a desperate ferocity. Over the course of the next seventy years, the Void Panthers manage to keep the system out of the hands of the various factions seeking control, but are losing the war of attrition. By the time the Indomitus Crusade had reaches them, they had lost over two thirds of their number, and much of their fleet and weaponry.  

M42
The Indomitus Crusade: With the arrival of one of the Indomitus Crusade Task Forces, marked a possible reprieve from the eventual death of the Chapter. Bringing with it were: several dozen Primaris Astartes outfitted with the latest in wargear the Imperium could muster; a Adeptus Mechanicus research team, named the Probability Cascade; void shielded, system defense platforms, to shore up the Primordus Systems defenses; and the latest equipment used to create new, and transition old, Astartes into Primaris.  

 

The Culling: The nature of the Void Panthers is one of resilience amidst adversity. However, their willingness to endure can sometimes lead them to make overconfident decisions. Desperate to improve the status of their Chapter as quickly as possible, nearly all of the traditional Adeptus Astartes in the Chapter, chose to cross the Rhubicon Primaris. This arduous trial, would do nothing but further strengthen their resolve, or so they thought. Unfortunately, this made matters worse. Nearly forty percent of those who tried, did not survive the process. Even with the addition of the new battle brothers brought by the task force, the Void Panthers were now numbered approximately three hundred.

The Sword Awakens: With the ascension of a new Chieftain in possession of the Chapter’s greatest relic, many believe there is hope yet for the Void Panthers. He has instituted drastic changes in the organization in order to maintain the flexibility needed to defend their System. Through his leadership, he has managed to stabilize the Chapter’s numbers, and almost doubled their size. Still, they contend with semi-regular incursions from the Warp, xenos raids, the discovery of Necron tombs within the system itself. Despite their growing numbers, the Void Panthers are pressed on all sides. But as the people of Primordus say, “Those who thrive in scarcity, overcome adversity.”

 

The Oscillus Bombardment: Through system scans conducted by the Probability Cascade, a Necron vault is discovered on Oscillus in the Primordus System. Magos Grelt of the Adeptus Mechanicus orders the accompanying research team to prioritize the retrieval of xenos technology, unbeknownst to the Void Panthers, who understand the objective to be simple surveillance. Upon arrival, the Void Panthers Chapter and the Probability Cascade contingent find the vault dormant. During the investigation, the research team tampers with the vault's technology, activating it. Necron forces awaken and engage the Imperium forces. Chieftain Arslan Bataar, knowing the Chapter must contain the threat at all costs, orders an orbital strike that destroys the vault and all personnel on the planet. This incident creates a significant rift between the Void Panthers and the Probability Cascade, with both sides blaming the other for the loss of life and potential technological gains. Diplomatic efforts, by Jagaa Baratu, prevent further conflict, but the relationship remains damaged. 

    
“Hit Hard, Hit Fast, Hit First, with Finality.” - Training Seneshcal Jayaatu
Battle Doctrine

 

The Void Panthers are masters of a audacious and deadly form of warfare, a doctrine forged in the crucible of their history and refined by necessity. Their approach is a blend of calculated aggression and relentless assault, prioritizing cunning and resilience above all else. The Void Panthers' tactical doctrine is deeply rooted in their origins as specialists in close-quarters combat. For much of their existence, they excelled in shipboard assaults and boarding actions, honed in the confined spaces of voidships and the dense jungles of their homeworld. This specialization was further cemented by The Wounding, forcing them to rely on their existing strengths.

 

The core of their battle doctrine is a swift and decisive strike, echoing the predatory creatures of Primordus. They favor medium-range engagements that rapidly transition into brutal close-quarters assaults. Expert marksmen with bolters and skilled with sword, axe and spear, they prioritize eliminating high-value targets and disrupting enemy formations before launching a ferocious melee assault. This aggressive approach is designed to overwhelm and scatter the enemy, allowing the Chapter to isolate and eliminate them piecemeal. This emphasis on close combat necessitates a high degree of cunning and adaptability. The Panthers understand that even the best-laid plans rarely survive first contact with the enemy. They have thus developed a philosophy of relentless aggression. They, "hit and keeping hitting,” allowing them to seize the initiative and maintain pressure on a flagging opponent. This often manifests as daring flanking maneuvers, feints, and ambushes, always seeking to exploit an enemy's weakness and strike at their "throat" with overwhelming force.

 

Recognizing the inherent risks of their aggressive doctrine, the Void Panthers place great emphasis on cultivating tactical acumen in every Astartes. Puzzles, riddles, and strategic games like Regicide are not mere pastimes, but essential tools for honing their minds. They are trained to think several steps ahead, anticipating enemy movements and adapting their tactics on the fly. This mental agility allows them to react effectively to unexpected situations and maintain the initiative even in the face of adversity. While they favor swift and decisive victories, the Panthers also recognize the grim reality of attrition warfare. Their limited numbers make prolonged conflicts particularly costly, but they have learned to endure, embodying the resilience of the predators they emulate. As their saying goes, "One does not hunt a mighty beast without risking its bite."

“Primordus has been our home for centuries. Just because the warp has spewed itself within our eyesight, and its infested with xenos filth, does not mean we will let Hemperator’s enemies just have it.”- Jinong Jagaa Baratu
Home System

Upon the eruption of the Great Rift, the Primordus System was caught right in the middle of it. Located in the Ultima Segmentum, east of Cirillo Prime and south of Corinthe, the Primodus System has been home to The Void Panthers since their inception.  Unknown until recently, the Primordus System of planets, houses some sort of unusual "Pilons", within the mantles of most of the System’s planetary bodies. It is theorized that these "Pilons" may have  stabilized the space immediately around the system.  Whether that has anything to do with, why the System is within conventional travel distance of the  “temporary rift corridor” between Imperium Sanctus and Imperium Nihilus, is unknown, but speculated. This “temporary rift corridor” opens for approximately nine months out every decade, making it a promising opportunity for the Imperium, if a way can be found to permanently keep the corridor open. 

A sizable contingent of Adeptus Mechanicus, known as the “Probability Cascade,” arrived during the Indomitus Crusade ferrying Primaris technology and new orders from the Lord Regent. Any surviving Void Panthers are to maintain control of the system, and assist the  Probability Cascade research teams to stabilize the corridor. Such a thing would be a great strategic boon to the Imperium and ease the pressure on Vigilus. 

Recruitment Planet: Primordus

 

Environment: Containing one major continent (Tuganda) and several subcontinents, Primordus has a varied climate, ranging from humid jungles, near the equator, to ranges of ice covered mountains toward the poles.

 

Wildlife: Home to numerous species of megafauna, Primordus was almost classified as a death world, during the survey taken during the Great Crusade. The Apex of the local food chain is a species of feline, known as the Tugandan Panther. Standing at roughly seven Imperial Standard Feet tall, from foot to shoulder, the Tugandan Panther is one of the largest feline species recorded in Imperial records. Revered by many of the locals as the epitome of strength and resilience, luckily they tend to stay away from human settlements, and can only be found it the deepest and wildest parts of Tugandan Jungle.
    
Other Dangerous Wildlife of Note: 

Strangle Trees: Similar in appearance to the extinct Terran Willow tree, the Strangle Tree is a rare type of plant, that is both aggressive and carnivorous. It uses its quick flexible limbs to constrict its prey. The desiccated corpses of its victims litter the base of the trunk where it drinks up the nutrients spilled from those rotted forms onto the soil.

 

Terrorbirds: A carnivorous terrestrial avian, they resemble their Terran Prehistoric namesake. Standing at roughly six feet tall, these birds hunt prey in the tall grass of the plains and brush of the tall deciduous forests. Known for hunting prey of all sizes, they hold a particular hazard to humans, as they are highly aggressive, and extremely cunning.

 

Other Planetary Bodies in the System:

Tartarus: The fourth planet in the Primordus System, the atmosphere consists primarily of methane. Its lifeless crust is covered with large rocky outcroppings and large lakes of Hydrargyrum, which gives the planet a soft ghostly caste in the Primordus night sky.

 

Charon: The fifth planet in the Primordus system, Oscillus possesses and atmosphere similar to Primordus. Moreover, it is just close enough to Tartarus, to catch the heat reflecting off of the other planet’s methanic atmosphere. This leaves Charon with a complex series of zones, based on the rotation and orbits of the two planets, that can sustain life. Within these zones, is a harsh environment resembling a mild ice age of ancient terra. Ferns and large deciduous trees have taken root amidst the frost covered rocky soil. Thick pelted animals of all kinds dot the area. Outside of the “Tartarus Zone” the planet is covered in freezing temperatures and endless tracts of snow.

 

Oscillus: Cold, barren and lifeless, it has been discovered that Oscillus is a Necron Tombworld. The void panthers to their knowledge have destroyed what was left of the Necron presence on Oscillus, but time will tell whether that is true or not.

 

Chaaribdis: The farthest Planet from the Primordus Sun, it is desolate lacking an atmosphere. It completes an orbit around its star, every five Imperium Standard Years. Due to its position in the system, the Void Panthers have installed an early warning censor station, called The Tower. This has since become the main operation center for the the research conducted by the Probability Cascade. Containing the “Black Pylons” like the other planets in the system, Magos Grelt continues his research on these pylons and their affects on the Warp, from the convenience of The Tower.

 “Mail will give a man a survivor’s chance – Steel will make him dangerous – but cunning will make him a predator.” - Primordus Folk Saying
Inhabitants and Common Cultural Practices
 

The people of Primordus have been inhabiting their world for millennia. Liberated during the Great Crusade, they accepted Imperial rule readily. However, because Primordus had no particular strategic significance, the Imperium quickly moved on, and left the local rulers to their own devices. Dangerous even then, Primordus was initially fated to be classified as a death world, however due to a typographical error in the assessor’s initial notes, Imperial records keepers ultimately classified Primordus as a Feudal world. Possessing of a feudal system, Tuganda is littered with city-state regions controlled by kings and warlords. Due to the harshness of the terrain and aggressiveness of the local wildlife, the people of Primordus, grow up hardy and wise, if not a touch barbaric.

 

All of the settlements appear to be built around the ruins of some other civilization. Built in ages long forgotten, each city’s walls are a patchwork of ancient cyclopean black stone ruins, with strange glyphs carved upon them, and the more roughshod work of the most recent inhabitants. The reason they build their settlements within these strange ruins is simple, the aggressive plant and animal life seem to be repulsed, providing some much needed respite from the hazards of the wild. Even behind the protective walls of the cities, however, life is hard. With very little ability to farm due to the hyper aggressive nature of the local plant life, the inhabitants sustain themselves through the small communal farms located within the city walls (often stunted by the same ruins that stunt the more wild growths), and hunting the great beasts. The cultures among the different settlements are varied, but they all share this singular commonality.

Life outside, these handful of stone sanctuaries is fraught with dangers. The “barbarian tribes,” (according to those in the “civilized nations”) live short, brutal lives, where anything gained is done so through blood and steel. Making their homes often in cave systems, for the simple amount of protection they provide, the “barbaric peoples” are not so different from their urban counterparts. Much of their time is spent hunting, like their city counterparts, but also raiding, and mercenary work is very common. Many cities will pay tough 

warriors handsomely, to add even greater skill in bush-craft to their military ranks. 

 

The Riddle of Steel: Metallurgy is an important foundation for the people of Primordus. Regardless, of city or social status, arms and armor are prized over almost everything, and for good reason. Not only must these people brave the wilds for everything they have, but must also defend it against other such people. As such, men who know how to “speak the tongue of steel” are regarded in the highest of esteem. Known as “shapers” or “steel sculptors,” their positions have grown into one that is both religious and practical. The spiritual leaders of their given communities, they guide their people, down the Great Hunting Trail. With their wisdom, they help every person discover the answer to the “Riddle of Steel.” 

The Riddle is the question upon a warrior’s death, Hemperator, the god of light and sky, will ask the newly departed soul. Imperial Cult scholars believe this to be a local derivation of “The Emperor,” he is viewed as the source of order and wisdom, by the local inhabitants, something prized above everything in such a wild place. Should the wayward soul not know the correct answer, it is believed n eternity of doom awaits—an eternity of torment, conducted by the four great behemoths. Thus the “Shapers” help each person in their community find the answer to the Riddle. It is believed only through trials, such as hunting the great animals of Primordus will the truth reveal itself.

 

The Great Hunt: Held every year the Great Hunt is a festival celebrated across all Tuganda. The festival has a wide variety of rituals depending on which community is celebrating. However, in all communities the Great Hunt culminates in one simple rite. Those young hunters who seek to become one of the “Chosen,” the “Warriors Supreme of Hemperator,” will travel to the highest mountain within their region. Shapers say these mountains became holy sites, when aeons ago, Hemperator's chosen signaled their significance with blinding pillars of light from the sky. Traveling alone, they must find along the way a trophy worthy of their skill as hunters. Once they reach the mountain, they must scale its heights to the offering site, with their trophies. A difficult climb without carrying the dead weight of an animal, once at the top they will present their trophies. If the Hemperator is pleased with their offering, it is said they will be whisked into the sky to become one of the “Chosen,” never to be heard from by their families, again. 

 

It is known by the people of Primordus that only offerings showing the youth's skill and valor have a chance of being accepted. Pelts of Tugandan Panthers are known to be prized most of all, as to hunt the hunter, requires the highest of skill, if one is to survive. Other offerings such as mail and weapons of steel won through battle, and Terrorbird feathers are thought to be of value to Hemperator as well. Even so, showing up with these trophies is no guarantee of acceptance. Most die in the endeavor, while a handful of others, return home with tales of a terrifying masked warrior who, insulted by the meagerness of their offering, rejected them, and “cast them off the mountain.” 

The Final Test

 

Tars' breath came in deep gulps as he pitched himself over the side of the cliff face he had been climbing for the better part of three hours. As he lay there at the top gasping for air, he pulled on the rope that was dangling around his waist. At the end of the rope was a tied package, covered in waxed linen, that he dragged up hand over hand. Once he had the package in hand, he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. The bare rock of the ledge gently sloped upwards into a crested hill. With a quick breath, Tars loped up to the crest of the hill, and noticed that the peak of the mountain was actually a perfect half sphere depression. The rock was unnaturally smooth, like volcanic glass, and the depressions was approximately fifty meters in diameter. As he looked into the depression, he could see several alters arrayed in a circle surrounding a raised platform. On that platform sat a lone figure. Tars noticed several staircases carved into the rock leading down from the sides of the bowl to the center of the depression, which was, in turn, covered in pure white sand. Walking along the edge to the nearest staircase, Tars began to descend. 

As he was doing so, he noticed three other figures, all young men like himself, at three of the other alters. As Tars' foot touched the last of the steps, he loped towards the nearest alter, untied his package and placed a thick blue black pelt on the alter. As was tradition, Tars spoke, “I have hunted and won my trophy. I have braved the mountain, with my trophy intact. Great one, I dedicate this trophy to you, in the hopes of being one of Hemperator's Chosen. I await the final challenge.” As Tars finished the words of the ritual, he took a good hard look at the figure on the dais. 

 

He was seated crossed legged, on a large dark skin, very similar to the one Tars brought. The man was a giant, with corded muscle bulging as if it was about to tear out of his skin. He was bare to the waist with a thick leather girdle topping his hide breeches and his left hand was covered in steel gauntlet. Curious metal like discs were embedded in his flesh at regular intervals in his chest and arms and neck. The Warrior wore a pelt covering the top half of his face, head, and back of this neck. The pelt was of the face and head of one of the great panthers. Its eyes had been removed and their place Tars could just see the whites of the Warrior's eyes peaking through. The mask ended just beneath his nose, where the jagged teeth of the panther pointed down to the permanent scowl that was painted on his unreadable face. It was clear to Tars by the expression on the other youths' faces, that the warrior had sat motionless, as they completed their ritual, as he had with Tars. Now they were all just waiting for something to happen—and at last something did. The Warrior spoke.

 

“You have traveled a great distance to come here. You have scaled the jagged crags of T'Chara, to bring me an offering of your bravery and skill. Very well, your offerings are accepted. But take heed, I am watching you. Every action you take, every word that you speak, will bring you credit or disgrace. I can see inside the hearts of men. Every emotion you feel, every pain in your bodies you endure...I know them. You have been warned. I have but one question to ask of each of you, and your answers will prove your worthiness. I will approach each of you, and you will whisper the answer to my riddle. As with all great mysteries, the one true answer should not be known to those who have not earned the wisdom to know it.” Tars' eyes widened as the hulking warrior, stood. He was even larger than expected, a true giant, standing close to double his height. Tars watched as the warrior approached the first alter on the right. The warrior paused as he looked at what was offered, it was a headdress of large greenish feathers. He picked up the headdress and examined it. The young hunter offering the headdress, gulped visibly, this close to the inhumanly large warrior. The young hunter was smaller than than the rest. 

Clearly, the Spring of Youth had not fully bloomed, even though he had reached the Age of Trial. The warrior, towering over the hunter, asked in a booming voice. “What is the Riddle of Steel? I would have your answer.” The warrior knelt on one knee, as an adult would, to hear a secret from a small child. The hunter leaned in close and whispered his answer, and the warrior nodded and stood. “When you awake, get off my mountain.” Faster than Tars could see, the warrior backhanded the young hunter into the sand. The hunter was unconscious. The Warrior then stalked to the next alter in dangerously powerful yet graceful strides, and gazed down at the next offering. It was five mailed hauberks. The hunter who offered these was covered in battle scars, clearly a young but very fine warrior. The giant moved the chain shirts around with the tip of his index finger, lifting them up, flipping them over; discovering the various holes in them. Clearly a sign of what happened to their last wearers. “Before you give me your answer, I demand another,” boomed the giant. With a small amount of awe in his voice the Pelted Warrior asked, “Did you single-handedly slay all the warriors who wore these?” Encouraged, the hunter nodded in the affirmative. The giant replied, “very well....liar!” and he punched the hunter so hard in the chest that he flew backwards thirty paces and collided with the interior edge of the bowl. The hunter crumpled over, with his chest caved in, clearly dead. The warrior turned towards the remaining aspirants. “To be a great hunter one must possess cunning, and deception is a part of that. However, in the hunt, as in battle, if a deception fails, the deceiver often pays with their life. I have no time for someone who is too stupid to understand when to rely on cunning, and when not to. I see inside your hearts, lies will avail you nothing!”

 

He then approached the next offering. It was a Rhinodox hide and horn. Standing behind it was a youth sporting a black warrior's mohawk with a shock of red through the center. The Warrior spoke, “I would have your answer,” as he knelt. The youth answered, and the warrior stood. “OH SO!” bellowed the Warrior with mirth. “If you are right, tell it to my gauntlet.” The youth was doubled over and vomited, as the Warrior swatted at the youth's midsection with his gauntleted fist. The warrior looked as though he was doing nothing more than batting away cobwebs. “Begone. If flesh were stronger than steel, you wouldn't be in pain!” the Warrior exclaimed. Slowly the young man collected himself and started hobbling towards the nearest staircase.

Tars tried to still the racing of his heart as the Warrior approached his alter. The giant didn't even seem to care about the Tugandan Panther pelt, that Tars had almost died to acquire. “I would have your answer.” The Warrior boomed as he knelt close to Tars. Tars, staring into the almost inhuman grey eyes of the Warrior, swallowed, and whispered. “I do not know.”  Before, he could even inhale another breath, Tars felt a vice grip around his throat as he was lifted off his feet. He was caught in the clutch of the Warrior's massive fist. The Warrior stood holding Tars  outstretched as if he was doing nothing more than examining a doll. The muscles in Tars' neck strained from the exertion, the fight to get any air a pure agony. 

 

“You do not know!?” exclaimed the Warrior. “You dare to come here without an answer! I can see the fear in you boy, coward!” Clawing at his throat, Tars fought down the panic rising in his chest, as he heard the Warrior dishonor him. Urgency was upon him, but the fear was being burned away, burned away by hot searing defiance. Tars let go of the Warrior's wrist with one hand and reached down for his knife. With all the force he could muster, he drove the knife point deep into the giant's forearm. The giant's brows narrowed. “Do you think such a paltry attack could release you from my grip?” Tars' vision began to blacken at the edges as he was running out of oxygen. He pulled the knife out and plunged it back in, over and over again, the wounds almost instantaneously clotting as he pulled out the knife. Tars was weakening, but he kept stabbing. He was moments from blacking out, when he felt himself drop to the hard packed earth, air flooding into his lungs. He wheezed in gasps of air through white hot lungs. Only a second or two had passed, by the time Tars' mind raced back to the threat at hand. As quickly as his weakened body could, he settled into a fighting crouch, knife pointed at the Warrior. 

 

“I tire of you, little thing. Go back to your people,” spat the Warrior, “or die here!” Tars remained where he was. Amidst gulps of air, Tars managed to croak out a response. “It is clear, I cannot best you, honored Chosen. However, I would sooner die here, than leave in disgrace!” Tars exclaimed. A resigned smile settled on Tars' face. One that spoke of a pure resignation of purpose and coming consequence. With his free hand, Tars beckoned the giant close, “Let us end this, you and I.” In a blur the Warrior had slapped the knife out of Tars hand and had knelt to meet the youth at eye level. He placed his massive hand on Tars' shoulder pinning him in place. The grip was firm but gentle. “You are truly seen, young warrior. Your struggle this day has ended, your answer is accepted. Say nothing, and wait for me over there,” the Warrior said pointing at the central dais, “There is still one more that may be in need of further testing.” A flood of emotions flooded Tars all at once in a massive adrenaline dump. Relief, elation, curiosity, trepidation, almost overwhelmed him. But he managed to control his demeanor and calmly staggered over to where he was told to wait. 

 

Tars watched as the Warrior, examined his wounds or the scabs that were already forming on his forearm. His struggle complete, Tars noticed The smallest youth was slowly regaining consciousness. As minutes drifted by the Warrior stood where he was, watching the slowly awakening young hunter. The young man, blinked and looked around to get his bearings. When he realized where he was, the look of disappointment covered his face, as he remembered what had happened to him and the giant's last words. He sunk his head in shame for but a moment, then he slowly climbed to his feet, widened his stance and stood, not like a defeated dog, but as a proud young man. The Warrior addressed the young man, “I told you 

to get off my mountain. You told me your answer, 'you cannot trust living beings, but steel you can trust.' A clearly false answer, as that steel you carry, will not stop me from 
killing you. Can you trust it when I take it from your broken hands, and ram it in your imbecilic face?” 

 

The hunter stared placidly back at the Warrior. “I don't know what happened to the others, but do what you must, I...am...not...leaving.” Tars watched as the warrior brutalized the young man, and time after time, the young man kept getting up. It was then, that Tars understood the game being played here. The Warrior had such overwhelming strength, he could have killed all of them with one blow at any time. He had proven that, and yet, he hit his latest victim with just enough force to keep him alive. Every time, the youth struggled, and stood back up, just to be knocked down again with the unstoppable force of the Warriors blows. “I've broken six of your ribs, and your left arm at this point, how much more can you endure?” The youth glance towards Tars, then back at the Warrior, and replied, “As much as I have to, to stand next to him.”

 

“I can see in your heart, young one. I know the pain your body, and the conviction in your heart.” He stepped back to be able to address both aspirants. “You both, through hardship and pain have discovered the answer. Steel is not strong, it cannot be trusted, for what it does depends on the wielder. Neither is the hand that wields the steel. What is strong is the force of will. The will bends the metal into the shape the forger desires. The will, forces the hand to practice, through pain an agony, over and over to develop skill in weaponry. It is the force of will that changes this galaxy. You two have shown a will stronger than steel. You have proven yourselves worthy, and your struggling ends for today. But understand this, while this trial is over, the real tests have just begun.”  

 

“The regent wrote the codex astartes. Thus it should not be questioned. Necessity unfortunately, seems to disagree.” - Lord Arslan Bataar
Organization

Over the centuries the Void Panthers' organization has significantly diverged from the Codex Astartes. Change was incremental, until the heavy losses incurred by the The Culling, forcing the change from strict company based assignments, to lodge based assignments to each company. This was done to create more flexibility with less manpower, and maintain the functioning of the Chapter. 

 

Lodges: Due to their  significant losses from their new situation, it was a necessity to be more flexible with their organizational structure. Having culturally adopted lodges centuries ago, they have recently adapted this system to allow more flexibility in responsibility of an individual marine. As a brother progresses through the ranks he will enter a new Lodge as his skills grow and his responsibility increases. If needed one brother can always serve in the lodge they left long ago.

 

The Void: This is the first lodge a battle brother is inducted into after “walking” the Wheel of Pain and completing the transformation into a true Adeptus Astartes. This lodge is used to reinforce the lessons learned during their aspirancy, these Astartes typically serve the standard Infantry role. This allows them to gain experience in all manner of fighting situations, and perfect the skills of the predator. In other Chapters they would be part of an Intercessor squad, but Brothers of the Void form a much less strict grouping called a Host. A Host consists of five to twenty Brothers of the Void whose ranks are increased by future brothers still undergoing the Trial of Combat. Their numbers are selected based on the tactical needs of the given mission.

Iconography: The Void, black backdrops with stars and other celestial bodies. Colors are typically red, yellow, and black. Depictions of chains often feature among the Void motif.

Traditions: Commonly amongst the Brothers of the Void is the use of chains to secure their weapons. This is both a practical and spiritual necessity. These chains are a visual reminder that one must always be centered, and that force of will is a much more potent weapon in the warp than the weapons the chains are connected to. These chains metaphorically bind them to their service to the Emperor. When times become trying, they remind them of that commitment. The chains are made from the iron bark of the Atalan Tree. A type of tree that grows only on Mitra.

 

The Moon: As the young Void Panther's skill as a “predator” grows, he masters the art of stalking prey and closing the distance for the quick and quiet kill. After the Astartes' has proven himself as a Brother of the Void, he will be inducted into the Lodge of the Moon. Brothers of the Moon typically serve as close assault support and scouting/infiltration units. The Lodge of the Moon, symbolizes the protection of night when a hunter can truly come to grips with his prey.

Iconography: Moons of all phases. Colors are typically black, silver, white, sometimes dark blues and reds are also seen.
Traditions: Brothers of the Moon often undertake ritualistic hunts. To strengthen their awareness as a predator, they will arm themselves with the traditional weapons of Primordus (sword, spear, and ax) and hone their stalking abilities, by hunting down one of the apex predators, the Tugandan panther.

 

The Sun: The Sun signifies heat, strength, and overwhelming power. Moreover, during the day is the most difficult time to hunt prey, as the hunter doesn't have the benefits of the cloaking darkness of night. For this reason, only veteran brothers of the other two lodges get inducted into the Lodge of the Sun. They usually serve as fire support, heavy weapons teams, and vehicle operators. Only experienced hunters can be trusted to effectively use these highly valuable, and in the case of their isolation, often hard to come by weapons.
Iconography: Suns, sunrays and beams, triangles are also common. Colors are often red, yellow, orange, and white.
Traditions: Fire support is not something that comes instinctive to the Void Panthers. Despite their Ultramarine predecessor's preference to flexibility, they often prefer medium to close ranged engagements. Despite this, Brothers of the Sun know the necessity for these powerful weapons, and the tactics needed to employ them. They have grown to appreciate the patience required to strike from a distance, and strictly enforce this in their newer members. Seneschals of the Sun are often seen with swagger sticks, that they use to viciously strike new Sun Brothers should they show anything other that pure cold stoicism in the heat of battle.

 

The Eclipse: The significance of the eclipse is that it encompasses all celestial bodies in the Primordus sky. Brothers of the Eclipse are the eldest most experienced members of the Void Panthers. Veterans of centuries of warfare, they have the honor of holding the leadership positions within the Chapter, as well as wearing the Chapter's few remaining suits of Tactical Dreadnought Armor. Many also serve as the Chapter's Seneschals, the veteran sergeants to other squads within the other lodges. 
Iconography: Suns and moons combined. Colors include, black, white, red, and yellow.
Traditions: Eclipse Brothers are the elite of the Chapter. They are the apex predator; deadly in all cycles of the day, and with all weapons. Having mastered all types of the hunt, they no longer operate within a squad or Host structure. It is at this point they are given the future role within the Chapter. Often they are made Seneschals of a Host from a lodge their demeanor most readily favors. However, some truly zealous brothers are chosen for the Chaplain Corps.

“I...bear the Horns of Power. That does not mean my decisions are infallible...but I challenge any of you to prove me wrong!”
- Lord Arslan Bataar to the Twilight Council
Ranking Structure

Chieftain: The current Chieftain, or Chapter Master, is Lord Arslan Bataar. 
Notable Responsibilities: 

Master of the Wheel: As the Chapter Master, Arslan serves as the Master of the Wheel of Pain. His role is to devise the tests and trials used to ensure their Acolytes have the will to stand against the Emperor's foes. With the assistance of the Twilight Council, each trial is meticulously designed to test the aspirants where they are weakest to forge their wills into steel.
Supreme Namer: Officiator of the Rite of Naming, as the bearer of the Sword of Portents, it is the current Chieftain’s responsibility. 

 

Jinong: Jagaa Baratu is the Jinong or Master of Sanctity of the Chaplaincy. He along with the other chaplains are responsible for the Void Panther's spiritual well-being. 
Notable Responsibilities:

Witchfinder: Jagaa is responsible for rooting out any taint from the Warp within their Acolytes. The Void Panthers have a complex relationship with psychic ability. Due to the human stock they recruit from, they have an abnormally low to practically non-existent occurrence of latent psychic ability. Additionally, due to the proximity to of the black "Pilons", most latent psykers go insane very early in life.

The Namer: Should the Sword of Portents not have a bearer or is unavailable, the Jinong becomes the officiator of the Rite of Naming.

Twilight Council: An advisory council to the Chieftain, it consists of available Captain Orlacs, senior level Astartes from the Chaplain Corps and Apothecariate. While ultimate decision authority lies with the Chieftain, the individuals on the Council wield considerable “soft power” within the Chapter.

 

Apothecariate: The corps of Apothecaries that administer to the medical needs of the Chapter. They are often attam, the Void Panthers, have a spiritual reverence for forged steel. It takes a special kind however, even among the Void Panther Chaplains to seek out the arcane knowledge of the Machine God. These individuals are marked by the Machine Gods color (red), and no longer typically perform the traditional duties of a Chaplain. They are still capable of doing so, which is becoming more and more common; however, they are no longer devoted to hardening the soul into steel, but to the steel itself.

Notable Responsibilities:

Machine Rites: The members of the Tetragrammaton perform the typical Techmarine duties of any other Chapter. After the schism with the Adeptus Mechanicus, they have become even more vital.

 

Captain Orlac: Each Orlac leads a Ja'un, or Company. The Void Panthers currently have seven Ja'uns.

 

Seneschal: The seneschal is one who has attained the knowledge of the “Apex Predator.” As such, they use their advanced wisdom to guide the younger, less experienced brothers. They serve as the Sergeants of any particular squad, or Host as they are sometimes called. Some also hold the honor of wearing the few precious 
remaining suits of terminator armor the Void Panthers still have in their depleted armory.

Acolyte: Unique to the Void Panthers, the Acolytes are aspirants that have not yet completed the transformation to Adeptus Astartes. Like other Astartes, these Acolytes must go through a rigorous series of trials and screening. In the case of the Void Panthers, this is called “Walking the Wheel of Pain.” Usually these individuals in a  compliant Chapter would be put on a squad devoted to scouting. Not so, in the Void Panthers.They simply no longer have the numbers to have that luxury. All acolytes are put in with the rank and file battle brothers, to understand what they are facing, for themselves. Imbedding acolytes into a Void Lodge squad, is one of the Spokes on The Wheel, known as the Trial of Combat. The acolytes are guided and cared for by the Seneschal, and they may only leave the squad, when they prove themselves or die. There is no time limit to how long this takes. However, since each member is named in the Book of Names alongside the Seneschal who approved their worthiness, each Seneschal is very exacting in ensuring Acolyte IS worthy. Acolytes imbedded in a Host is typically called “Acolyte,” or differentiated by the sequential number they are given when are introduced. They will be given their true names once they complete walking the Wheel of Pain. 

Ja'un: A Ja'un is a company, in the Codex's lexicon. The Void Panthers currently have five such Ja'uns. Each Ja'un is organized to be as flexible as possible, with an even distribution of assets across the Chapter. Due to the lack of specialization, they not only have fewer Ja'uns than a Codex Chapter would have companies, but the numbers within each Ja'un is typically more. Even so, even with maximized recruitment, they are still only half the size of a typical codex Chapter.

The Librarius and other Psykers

 

The Librarius of the Panthers Chapter has always been small, even by the standards of other Astartes Chapters. The people of Primordus seemed to possess an unusually low incidence of latent psychic ability. But the Great Rift's eruption and its proximity, proved catastrophic for the Chapter's Librarians. Most perished outright, their minds overwhelmed by the raw power of the Immaterium. The two Chapter Epistolaries survived initially but were driven to madness, turning their powers against their battle-brothers before they were finally killed. A few survived, because they happened to be protected by a Gellar Fields on one of the Chapter’s voidcraft. However, after the decades of intense battle following the eruption of the Cicatrix Maledictum, all remaining members of the Librarius are dead or presumed lost. 

This tragedy, known as The Wounding left a deep scar on the Chapter's psyche. The Void Panthers developed a profound aversion to psychic powers, viewing them as a dangerous curse. The Apothecariate instituted rigorous screening procedures to identify and eliminate any aspirants with even the slightest hint of psychic potential. These unfortunate individuals were quietly executed, deemed too great a risk to the Chapter's stability. Recently, the discovery of ancient xenos artifacts known as the “"Pilons"” has offered a possible explanation for the scarcity of psykers among the people of Primordus. The Chapter's Apothecariate theorize that the “"Pilons",” whose true purpose remains shrouded in mystery, somehow suppress the emergence of psychic abilities. 

 

The Chapter's aversion of psychic powers extends even to the Astropaths and Navigators they require for interstellar communication. These psykers are recruited from outside the Primordus system and treated with a mixture of respect and caution. When their services are not needed, they are confined to luxurious but isolated quarters within the Panthers' fortress-monastery, the Panther's Lair. These gilded cages are perpetually shrouded in a Gellar Field, effectively keeping the Astropaths quarantined and preventing any potential psychic contamination.

The Chapter's stance on psychic powers is a complex one, born of tragedy and a deep-seated hostility of the Warp's corrupting influence. While they recognize the necessity of psykers for certain tasks, they remain wary of their power, preferring to rely on the strength of their arms and the purity of their faith in the Emperor.

We have been wounded, but hardship breeds strength, we will endure. For Hemperator! - Jinong Jagaa baratu 
ARMORY

The Void Panthers exemplify a resourceful spirit, born from enduring hardship and honed by the scarcity that has become their constant companion. The losses inflicted during "The Wounding" were profound, impacting not only their Librarius but also their armory and fleet. Forced to operate with limited resources, they have become masters of conservation, adaptation, and ingenious integration.

Fleet: Originally quite sizable, the Void Panthers have lost much of their fleet in the wake of The Wounding.

 

The Savage Wrath: The sole remaining Battle Barge in the Chapter’s possession, it is outfitted with dense plates of void armor. Still of gothic, cathedral-like design, the Savage Wrath has a more aggressive quality. Gone are much of the ornamentations, such as the golden eagles, and soaring spires. . Originally named “The Emperor’s Justice,” “The Savage Wrath” was renamed after The Wounding. Through decades of continuous conflict, the Savage Wrath has been retrofitted, over and over again, from parts savaged from the destroyed wreckages of the other two battle barges that no longer exist in the Void Panther fleet. Painted midnight black, the Savage Wrath is the hammer that the Void Panthers use to scatter their foes in void space, and bring wrathful vengeance to any that seek to threaten the Primordus System.

 

Strike Cruiser Fleet: The Void Panthers currently possess four strike cruisers. 
“The Shadow of Primordus,” “The Stalker in Solitude,” “Prowl of Ondar,” and “The Starfang.” 

 

Tactical Dreadnought Armor: The Chapter does not possess many suits of Terminator Armor, having lost many during the void wars following The Wounding. What they do have, is lovingly cared for by the Tetragrammaton. By last record, the Chapter currently has no more than thirty of these prized relics.

 

Transport and fire-support: While the arrival of reinforcements from the Indomitus Crusade brought a welcome influx of advanced wargear, necessity dictates frugality. They recognize the value of the new anti-gravitic technology embodied in the Gladiators, Repulsors, and Impulsors, particularly suited to the challenging terrain of their home system. However, they understand that relying solely on new technology is a luxury they cannot afford. The Techmarines of the Tetragrammaton, guided by their arcane knowledge of the Machine God, are adept at not only maintaining and repairing existing equipment but also at merging old and new technologies. When a new vehicle is damaged beyond conventional repair, they skillfully salvage its valuable components, integrating them into older chassis and weapon systems or visa versa. This practice ensures that no valuable technology is wasted, extending the lifespan of their arsenal and maximizing their combat effectiveness, even if making it makes their equipment look a bit “patchwork.” This resourceful approach extends beyond their vehicles and weaponry. Ammunition is meticulously accounted for, armor is maintained with painstaking care, and every piece of equipment is valued and utilized to its fullest potential. The Void Panthers have partially thrived because they have prioritized making the most of what they have, a testament to their ability to adapt and overcome any challenge, no matter how scarce their resources may be.

“We come from a very superstitious people, from a certain perspective, they are also wise. Our ceremonies honor them, just as much as the God emperor.” - “Jinong Jagaa Baratu
Significant Rites

Right of Ascension: The ceremony conducted when a battle brother joins a new lodge. The rites differ from each lodge, based upon what they specialize in. Like most of the rituals in the Chapter, the rite takes the place of some sort of challenge, in which the participant must prove their worthiness, usually through triumphing through some sort of physical or mental hardship. Trials in the past have taken the form of, ritual duels, stare downs, bullrings, and games of strategy. Regardless of the form, it is the Lodge-Master, a position held by one of the Orlac Captains, who designs the rite. Should the participant fail the rite, they must stay in the lodge they are currently in, until they again prove themselves worthy for another attempt.

 

Trial of Combat: The ritual starts fairly simply. The participant is given armor and weapons, and assigned to a Void Host. The participant will then be a part of that Host under the guidance of the Seneschal until they have proven to the Seneschals satisfaction, they are worthy to walk the final spokes of the Wheel. These aspiring Astartes, are considered to be “under” this right, until they have died, or proven themselves.

 

Rite of Conflict: This ritual has a unique prize, the Horns of Power.  A relic and symbol of the office of Chieftain, when the bearer of the Horns dies, this rite is held to determine the new one. Any and all challengers are welcome to participate, however, it is typically accepted that only those of the Eclipse Lodge are experienced enough to have a chance at triumphing; and even then its usually only the Orlacs, who are considered “next in line.” This ritual takes place in an underground arena, built within the Panther's Lair. It consists on several single elimination rounds, where participants are pitted against each other. However, each participant is forced to independently undergo a series of exhausting trials, to tire them to the point of mental and physical exhaustion. Then, and only then, do they engage their opponents. Depending on the number of participants, this ritual can last for weeks, given the constitution of an Adeptus Astartes. None of the participants are allowed to sleep until they are defeated, or are declared the winner. Each member of the Twilight Council is responsible for creating the parameters for each challenge of the ritual. Participants can face physical duels in traditional sense, to mental challenges such as, games of regicide, riddle competitions, to even stare-downs. Each challenger must be ready for anything, especially the cunning of their opponent. The rounds are designed to find the most well rounded, warrior within the competition and ultimately find a warrior that can truly think and perform under the most adverse of circumstances. That is the warrior that has earned the right to rule.

 

Rite of challenge: Invoked when there is a serious disagreement amongst brothers, this rite is a ritualistic duel. The challenged chooses the type of duel. Then the two participants let the Emperor decide. Recently there have been hushed whispers, behind closed doors, on whether or not this tradition can be used to claim the title of Chieftain.

A Lesson in Cunning

 

Tulaak had had enough. The verbal taunts of Training Seneshcal Jayaatu, had gone too far for his liking. He may be the master of training, but that does not make him an expert in everything. Besides, it had been a half-century since Tulaak had fallen under Jayaatu’s tutelage.  “By the glory of the Emperor, you have gone too far,. I demand a satisfaction!” Tulaak exclaimed. All swordplay in the practice hall immediately ceased. A half dozen eye-pairs, stared at the interaction in silence and anticipation. 

Jayaatu’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. Seeking to placate the proud warrior in front of him, Jayaatu offered, “I have simply been pointing out flaws in your form. Constructive criticism is essential for improvement, you should not take    offense.” Unmoved Tulaak retorted,“I am not your student any longer.I have long earned my mail.” Tulaak shook his ax, “Famed swordsman or not, I’ll show you the ‘flaws’ in my axe swing!”

 

Jayaatu smiled, “Of that I have no doubt. Clearly, I have another lesson to teach my former pupil, you were always so hard headed. Very well I accept.” Tulaak backed up a space in eager anticipation. He set his feet in ready stance. Tulaak taunted, “Whenever, you can draw your sword....”

 

Jayaatu, slowly walked to the outside of the practice ring, toward the rack of weapons. He bypassed the weapons and walked out the door. Some of the onlookers stood perplexed, others smiled to themselves. The “Old Drillmaster” was up to something. Seconds later, Jayaatu returned with a small folding table. He nonchalantly set it in the sand of the practice ring.

“The source of the problem, is that you telegraph where you will strike.” Jayaatu continued as he pulled out a small box from his belt and began setting up the small Regicide board. Tulaak’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening.“You may be powerful, but you still think simplistically. Brute force will not solve everything, especially if your opponent is clever. He finished setting up the board, “I choose Regicide,” he said firmly, “You may have the first move.”

 

.“You trapped me. You know I cannot beat you in Regicide.” Tulaak croaked, trying to save face.  “You trapped yourself, issuing a foolish challenge,” Jayaatu said in the tone of a stern schoolmaster. “I could have chosen to embarrass you, and chosen hand to hand combat. But, there is more to combat than strength, you should know this. So this will serve as a better example for you to learn from. Now play, or don’t, either way we both know you’ll admit I am right.”

Rite of Naming: A ceremony held for every new full fledged Astartes, this is one of the few rites that is not a test, in the traditional sense. Traditionally, the bearer of the Sword of Portents, will use the sword to look into the new Astartes' future. The sword never shows a clear picture of the future, however, the bearer will usually see enough to be able to interpret the new Astartes' death. He will then relay this vision to the participant to allow them to reflect upon this. The idea behind this, is knowing your own death will further breed a willpower of steel. At this point, based on what the Bearer saw, he will give the new Astartes a new name, and record that name in the book of names. Should there be no Sword Bearer at that particular time, or he is unavailable, the duty of naming falls upon the Jinong. Since he monitors the execution of the training of all Acolytes, it is believed he can use his divine faith, and knowledge of the Acolyte, to bestow a name the Emperor would approve of.
 

Rite of Willpower: The fifth spoke in the Wheel, the Rite of Willpower is a trial that takes place in the mind. After initial hypnotherapy, the participant is put through a series of mental tests, designed specifically for them to test where they are weakest. Whether its their pride, fear, or pathos, the Chaplains designing these trials, do their jobs well. Indeed, some do not make it through this test, as they are driven to insanity. The majority that do, become even stronger warriors.

“Our relics remind us who we are....and who we once were.” - Relic Master Ni’all
Significant Relics

The Book of Names: The Book of Names is a massive tome, filled with lists and lists of names, and how they heroically die. This is recorded when they first get their name during the Rite of Naming. Their names and potential deaths are recorded, and once they die, their accomplishments and honors are transcribed for record. In the extremely rare occasion when a brother is dishonored, that is recorded as well. While the Void Panthers do possess electronic records of all of these, they maintain these paper records out of a sense of tradition. 

 

The Hammer of Hemperator: This relic is currently carried by Steel Speaker Gruune. The eldest in the Tetragrammaton. This relic appears to be a standard Forgehammer, and it functions as such. However when it is activated for war, the switch activates a miniature de-atomizer in the head, which deconstructs all matter at the atomic level when struck. It seems this was designed to take away the need for all momentum in a swing of the hammer. Chapter historians claim the device inside was recovered long ago in a mysterious cave deep under the surface of Oscillus, the eighth planet in the solar system. Given recent events, the Hammer has raised a few Mechanicus proboscises.

 

The Horns of Power: The Horns of Power is not only a symbol of the Office of the Chieftain, it is also contains an extremely small force shield embedded inside the Horns. This allows the user to shrug off even the most powerful of wounds. Such is the rarity and status associated with this relic, in order to wear it, the bearer must be the champion of the Rite of Conflict, and thus the Chieftain. Typically the “best” warrior in the Chapter, the last Chieftain died in battle just months before the eruption of the Cicatrix Maledictum.

 

The Sword of Portents: Much mystery surrounds the Sword of Portents. Even the secretive and knowledgeable Adeptus Mechanicus, have no knowledge of it’s origins. The Sword of Portents is both the Void Panther's most cherished of relics and their most potent weapon. It's blade is made from an unidentified alloy. The jewel centered in its hilt, named the Eye of Primordus, gleams with a dull red shine. What makes the Sword truly unique, is that it seems to choose its bearers. By itself it is an inert, almost dull blade. It is said, that it only awakens in times of dire need. In the hands of its chosen user, it becomes filled with energy, capable of cutting through almost anything, like the finest of relic power swords. Reportedly, it also grants the bearer visions of the future. Before its most recent bearer, Arslan, “conquered the Eye,” the sword had been inert in the Chapter reliquary for the last five hundred Imperium Standard Years.

 

Conquering the Eye

 

Arslan surveyed the armory. He was the Chieftain now, and needed to review the Chapter’s supply and logistics capabilities. “My Lord...” said Ni’aal, as he slowly knelt in greeting and subservience. Ni’aal was the fortress monastery's Relicmaster. Approaching the venerable age of one hundred and twenty three, Ni’aal, like many of the staff in the Lair was once an acolyte in training. For one reason or another, he could not complete the Wheel of Pain, but was lucky enough to come out of it roughly unscathed. So his potential life as one of the Emperor’s Chosen, ended, but his new life in the service, of those Chosen began. Arslan nodded in greeting and gestured for the servant to rise. Slowly rising to his feet, Ni’aal looked up at the towering Chieftain. “I beg your pardon, my lord. These old bones don’t move as quickly as they used to.” laughing, he continued, “I’ve been told you’ve come to see the reliquary?” “Yes, it is the last item remaining in my assessment, and, I hear...” Arslan emphasized, “that you are the one to speak to.”  Turning away from the chieftain, Ni’aal began to walk down the hall toward the vault door. “Of course, my lord,” he said over his shoulder, with an air of nonchalance, “follow me.” Arslan couldn’t stop a smile from crossing his face, as he followed behind the old man. He always liked subtle impertinence of this old quartermaster.
....
The vault door ground closed behind them, Arslan gazed upon a long corridor with display racks covered in force fields aligned along each wall. The corridor ended in a thirty by thirty imperial foot room. This was the vault that stored all of the fabled weapons and trophies since the beginning of the Chapter. A room only a select few, with permission from the Chieftain could enter. Now he was here, gazing upon banners once flown by long dead heroes, or taken from long defeated foes. Ni’aal pulled out a dataslate and started going through the catalog of each item. 

As they slowly made their way down the corridor, Arslan felt a subtle tug. Something was amiss. He felt himself being pulled toward the room at the end of the hallway. “Is there something wrong, my lord?” Ni’aal asked, as Arslan started to slowly walk down the hallway. Arslan continued down the corridor, until he stopped at the threshold of the small room. “Something is trying to draw me into this room.” 

Surveying the room, in the center, on a raised pillowed dais sat a sheathed long sword, with a prominent glowing red jewel inset in its curved handguard. Ni’aal arriving from behind, audibly gasped. “My lord Arslan, the Sword of Portents it has awakened. The last record of this,” he checked his dataslate, “was over five hundred years ago.” Arslan hesitantly released his gaze from the sword and looked down at the old servant, “so what does that mean?” Clacking away at his dataslate, Ni’aal replied, “Records are unclear, however, there are notes about the Sword becoming active during great times of need. Be cautious lord, there is much evidence that not all who touch the blade remain with the living!”
....
Arslan found himself floating in a black void, immediately after gripping the Sword. But it wasn’t him as he is, but as he was. He appeared to be a normal human man. As he looked around, he noticed a deep dark abyss below him. The abyss was darker than dark, as if light never existed there. Then he heard a voice, “Are you worthy?” it asked. “What is this, who are you?” Arslan replied. Suddenly his wrists were wrapped in a vicelike, invisible grip. Slowly he was being pulled down into the black abyss. Again, he heard the voice, “are you worthy?”
Arlsan began to fight against the grip, but to no avail. It felt as if all the strength in his body was being drained away. His thoughts racing, he could not allow himself to be pulled into, what he instinctively knew, would be his doom. He struggled and struggled, but it did no good, he was slowly sinking toward the abyss. “By throne,” he thought, “I will NOT die like this. You...WILL NOT...BREAK ME!” With that thought, he could feel the pull weakening. The fire of defiance rising up within him. He grit his teeth as hard as he could, and concentrated, and resisted. He would not be pulled into this abyss. The spirit of this sword will not succeed, he will win, he will conquer! And then he pulled... With every ounce of willpower he could
 muster, every fiber of muscle, he resisted the grip. Slowly he felt the pull ebbing, then he was held in place, as his efforts brought him to a stalemate,

 with the ghostly grip. He bellowed a mighty roar, and clamped his mouth closed so hard, he broke his teeth. With blood pouring down his chin, he redoubled his efforts. He pulled, and pulled, and pulled. He could feel the his elbows dislocating from the strain, and yet he still pulled. Suddenly the grip released. Arslan’s breath came in huge gasps, as his body collapsed from the exertion, floating where he was. “You are worthy,” the voice said, “see and understand.” He saw himself off in the distance of an unknown battlefield. Heavily armored, he was fighting with the Sword against a huge monstrosity. The monstrosity was sleek and powerful, and its skin seemed to be made of pure molten metal. He watched the duel play out for a few minutes, before he saw the foe impale him on a massive spear. He crumpled as his life was oozing out of him. He saw himself being lifted off the ground so the enemy could inspect its handywork. With a last gasp, and a great heave, Arslan saw himself pull himself along the spear shaft to close the distance and strike the monstrosity in the neck with the Sword. The monstrosity’s head came clean off of its shoulders, and they both flopped to the mud. With three feet of spear protruding from in between his shoulder blades, Arslan saw the light go out of his eye, dead. Arslan bowed his head in solemnity, as the vision ended. Then he collapsed backwards within the darkness of the void he was floating in. His back arched involuntarily in pain, as he instinctively put a hand over his right eye, it felt like a blazing inferno. As the “fire burned,” he saw images of battles, wars, victories, defeats, friends, enemies, glories and tragedies. The images came in unclear and jumbled together, then the pain subsided and his vision cleared.
....
He awakened standing right in front of the dais. As he looked down he noticed he was holding the Sword, its jewel glowing with power. A small blood drop, streaked down his face to drip on the floor. He pulled the blade of the sword toward his face, to see himself within the reflection of the blade. His right eye had been burned out of his head, that was the pain that he had felt. As he looked at the glowing jewel, he could almost hear, “The price has been paid. You may bear me."  

++VERMILLION++

My Lord,

Having spent the better part of a year, researching the relic in question, I have found nil definitive evidence of its origins. However, given the accounts recorded and the similarities to other relics in the galaxy, I humbly submit these three possible theories.

 

I . The Sword is a weapon made during the Golden Age of Technology. Either it was found or given to the Void Panthers by someone of high rank within the Imperium. Records suggest it may have been ++REDACTED BY ORDER OF INQUISITOR GENERAL++  It should be noted, Lord Ferrus Mannus and his Xth, originally liberated Primordus during the Great Crusade in M31. It is documented that he spent several months upon the surface, records of his purpose cannot, as of yet, be found.

 

II.  The Sword originates from the Warp, and is possibly some sort of possessed weapon of unknown origin. The possibility that it may be influencing this Chapter, bears some serious consideration. The suspicion of this alone, is enough for the Ordo Malleus to call for their extermination, should this information be released to the greater Inquisition. The Void Panthers have yet however, to show any signs of taint that can be detected. This should be watched very carefully.

 

III.  There is some evidence to suggest the Eye of Primordus is an ancient piece of xenos technology known as a “Soul Stone.” Based on Chapter legend, the entity may have some sort of interest in helping the bearers, should they prove worthy. Rumors of such an artifact match accounts that this may be one of the accursed “Crone Blades,” of the Aeldari. Currently awaiting information from my Ordo Xenos agent: ++REDACTED++

 

Trivor Gent, Inq
Inquisitor Trivor Gent, Ordo Astartes

 

++THE INFORMATION IN THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN SWORN TO THE MOST HONORABLE INQUISITOR GENERAL, AS TRUE, IN THE SIGHT OF THE SUPREME GOD EMPEROR OF MANKIND.++

++USE OF THIS INFORMATION IS Restricted to EYES ONLY FOR AGENTS OF THE ORDOS, WITH A NEED TO KNOW++

++ORDOS PERSONNEL MUST REQUEST ACCESS THROUGH THE OFFICE OF THE INQUISITOR GENERAL, IN WRITING.++

++HAIL THE GOD EMPEROR OF MANKIND++

 

++VERMILLION++

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“We are the Void Panthers, the guardians of Primordus, and its people. We maintain this system for the Emperor. Give everything, and you may earn this honor.”

- Exercitas Seneschal Jayaatu

Notable Figures:

 

Chieftain Arslan Bataar: Taking power relatively recently Arslan has proven to be a controversial figure amongst the Void Panthers. Younger than most of his predecessors the deciding factor for his ascension to Chieftain (above other contenders), was his victory in the Trial of Conflict, winning the Horns of Power. While he is known for his aggressive strategies, according to some members of the Twilight Council, he risks their meagre resources unnecessarily. Some even blame him for the recent row with the Adeptus Mechanicus, as recent actions during an engagement with the Necrons, caused him to order the orbital bombardment of the moon of Oscillus, causing quite a few Mechanicus deaths. Arslan has led the Void Panthers with ruthless cunning and insane bravery. What the rest of the Chapter, doesn’t know, is that the Sword of Portents has shown Arslan a dark vision. He has seen the death of his Chapter. Moreover, he believes he is somehow responsible for it. Hoping this is a vision of a possible future, not a definite one, he is desperate to prove this vision false. So far he has managed stabilize the Chapter and it’s numbers are slowly growing, but it remains to be seen whether or not his decisions will ultimately lead to success.

Notable Wargear: “The Sword of Portents,” “The Claw Shield,” “The Horns of Power.”

 

Jinong Jagaa Baratu: The eldest of the remaining Void Panthers, he is revered by his brothers as a font of wisdom. Well respected as a motivator and unifier, when he speaks, other listen, including the somewhat impetuous Chapter Chieftain. While much of the time he agrees with Arslan on principal, much of his time is spent advising the Chieftain, and navigating internal politics on the Chieftain’s behalf. Truly, Jagaa’s diplomacy is a large reason why the Void Panthers’ and the Adeptus Mechanicus’ relationship has not spilled into open conflict. He believes Arslan is making the wise decisions that necessity dictates, it is simply a time of great upheaval. Some of the older Panthers, particularly those that sought the title of Chieftain against Arslan, disagree, but have not yet found a concrete reason to challenge for leadership. Jagaa uses his wisdom and status in the Chapter, to head off these potential challenges, as the last thing the Chapter needs at this moment is more infighting.

 

When not sidestepping political quagmires, Jagaa takes a vested interest in the training of the young. An Astartes of his position often doesn’t have the luxury to personally train new brothers. However, he has systematically overhauled the process in which chaplains are chosen for recruitment, to ensure the candidates chosen have the right disposition. In battle, he is often accompanied by human squires, who carry the Holy Relics of Primordus, providing inspiration to all the Void Panthers in these trying times.

Notable Wargear: Rosarius, Crozius Arcanum, Relics of Primordus

 

Training Seneschal Jayaatu: Known as “The Drillmaster,” by brothers of the Void Lodge, Jayaatu is considered one of the best tacticians within the Chapter. A career sergeant, he has turned down the promotion to Captain Orlac, several times. In light of the losses the Void Panthers have incurred, Chieftain Arslan has instead put in him charge of all initial Acolyte training. Direct and taciturn, the Drillmaster pushes his acolytes to their absolute limits. While he appears to never be satisfied with the actions of his pupils, in reality, nothing could be further from the truth. Beneath the stern exterior, Jayaatu is greatly encouraged by the efforts of these young warriors giving everything they have in an attempt to serve the Emperor. Likewise, while the survivors would never see this on his face, he is deeply saddened when one of his pupils are lost in the course of the rigorous training program he executes. When in training, he carries his infamous swagger stick with a pain activator imbedded in the handle, which as the acolytes can attest, he uses with surgical precision. When in battle, he trades his stick for his power sword and his trainee acolytes for Host Talon.

Notable Wargear: Power Sword, Flame Pistol

 

Orlac Baraata Bayuul: The Orlac of the 3rd company, Baraata is respected for his charisma and fighting prowess. Well known as the best pure swordsman in Chapter, he coldly measures his opponent and draws them into overextending themselves for a lethal strike to their vitals. Considered by much of the Chapter to be the favorite to win the Chieftainship, he lost the honor to wear the Horns of Power in the final round Arslan. By a stroke of luck, the final challenge was declared to be a game of Regicide. While Baraata, was still expected to win, as he was the more experienced tactician, this did not play to his strengths. In a surprise upset, the younger Arslan, won the game, and proving he had the ability, once and for all, to claim the title of Chieftain. Something Baraata has always had the ambition to attain.

Experienced and wise, Baraata does not agree with the changes Arslan has made to the Chapter. What he would never admit, even to himself, is his disagreements with Arslan are rooted more in envy, than they are in doctrine. He is the Chieftain’s most vocal critic within the Twilight Council. While he would never do anything to endanger the Chapter from within, and must follow the orders of the Chieftain, he bides his time for the right opportunity to challenge for dominance. Outside of internal Chapter politics, Baraata has every right to be confident. He is one of the Chapter’s most celebrated leaders. Beloved by his company, Baraata leads the Third, known as “The Hidden Blades,” with efficiency and poise. While his victories have always been more conservative than other heroes of the Chapter, he is well known for having the fewest losses in every engagement.

Notable Wargear: “Panther’s Claw,” Iron Halo, “Emperor’s Light”

 

 

Master of the Forge, Gruune “The Destroyer”: Gruune is ironically, known for his sense of humor. Many times it falls flat, given what one devoted to the Omnissiah may find funny, may not be the same for everyone else. However, one could say, he’s downright “jolly,” as much as a techmarine can be, often chuckling to himself at his own jokes. Well liked by his brothers, Gruune is known for fixing anything. Ironically, he also caries the Hammer of Hemperator, which when activated destroys anything it touches at the molecular level. Lovingly called “The Destroyer” by his brothers, he wades into battle chuckling to himself, while destroying all around him with lazy strokes of his hammer.

Notable Wargear: “The Hammer of Hemperator,” Forge Bolter, Servo-Harness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Traduul Thaan “Master of Bones:” Head of the Apothecariate, Traduul, is well known for his “bedside manner.” He is very polite and speaks gently to all of his patients. Unfortunately, he believes in doing whatever possible to hasten whatever treatment he administers, regardless of how painful it is. Moreover, since enduring hardship is what makes an Astartes strong, this philosophy, according to him, provides a more holistic healing in both body and mind. He claims, the patient will be stronger mentally for the enduring the pain of the injury as well as the pain of the treatment, and will thus make a more complete recovery. On the battlefield he can be found speaking calmly through a cacophony of grunts as he administers to his patient’s wounds. Pain drugs are not something he typically administers, unless they are an absolute necessity. Despite this philosophy, he is admired by his brother Astartes. They admire his speed and efficiency, even if it is usually extremely unpleasant.

NOTABLE WARGEAR: Narthecium, Reductor, Absolver Bolt Pistol

 

Brother Trobiis Pantaar: Borther Trobiis, the Void Guardian and Master of the Fleet, is a revered figure within the Void Panthers Chapter. His reputation as the greatest three-dimensional tactician of his generation is undisputed, his mind a battlefield where strategies unfold with unparalleled clarity. From the bridge of the flagship "The Savage Wrath," he stands vigilant, a bulwark against any  threat to Primordus. Known for his dry wit and sardonic humor, Trobiis, often meets the darkest moments with a sardonic quip and a wry smile, a testament to his unwavering resolve. A passionate player of Regicide, he frequently engates the ship's Navigator in spirited matches. However, beneath his jovial exterior lies a deep concern for the Chapter's future. A staunch Traditionalist and follower of regulations, Trobiis views the recent infighting withing the Twilight Council with growing unease. He believes the ambitious maneuvers of Orlac Bayuul, are disruptive and potentially harmful to the Chapter's unity, especially given the Chieftain's consistently sound leadership.

 

 

 

 

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“We are not the only servants of the emperor, it would behoove you all to remember that.” - Exercitas Seneschal Jayaatu

Allies

 

Magos Grelt HyporaeL: Magos Grelt leads the research crusade into the Primordus Sector, The Probability Cascade. His primary mission is to find a way to stabilize the unstable bridge through the Cicatrix Maledictum. Ambitious, he recognizes that this is a once in a millennia opportunity to advance himself with the Adeptus Mechanicus. Unfortunately, this ambition leads him to make some fairly reckless decisions (from the Void Panther’s point of view) in the name of completing his mission. This has inevitably led to some severe friction between the between the Void Panthers and the Probability Cascade.

 

Relationships are extremely strained, as the Void Panthers, attempt to assist Grelt in his research while trying to minimize the inevitable collateral damage that arises from his reckless quest for knowledge. Grelt will do what he must in order to complete his goals and rise within the Adeptus Mechanicus. If the people of Primordus, or the Void Chapter die, in the pursuit of this goal, then that is what the Omnissiah requires.

 

Squire Shaal Na’aarf: The personal squire of the Chieftain, Squire Shaal, has served for more than seventy years. Like most of the staff working in the background to maintain the functions of the Panther’s Lair, Shaal was once an Acolyte, who for one reason or another did not finish walking the wheel. Covered in burns and augmetics, Shaal, almost didn’t survive the training accident that caused his rejection from the acolyte program. Even still, he has served the Chapter with great honor and distinction. Indeed, as he walks the great halls of the Panther’s Lair, it has become customary for the Astartes, save the Chieftain, to give an informal salute as they pass by--a signal of recognition for his many years of service to the highest authority in the Chapter. He has served the Chieftain for all of his adult life, and prides himself in knowing how the Chieftain operates. Old and set in his ways, when Arslan decides to break from the normal way he has typically done things, he can expect to hear grumblings about it from Shaal.

 

 

Relic Master Ni’aal fuum: The only normal human serving the Chapter older than Squire Shaal, Ni’aal has been the caretaker of the Chapter’s relics for over a century. Having a carefree attitude, he isn’t one that stands too much on formality. Ironically, he is older than many of the Astartes that are currently joining the Chapter, so the reverence that Astartes usually become accustomed to from “mortals,” is non-existent when dealing with Ni’aal. As the Reliquary caretaker, he is one of four individuals within the Panther’s Lair that knows the access codes to get through its vault door. He typically spends his time cataloging the relics and maintaining the energy fields protecting them, as well as the Chapter’s records. Since the records of the Sword of Portents, are vague at best, he excitedly questions Lord A

rslan when he can about wielding the Sword.

 

 

Canoness Iustitia Vespasia: Canoness of a Adepta Sororitas Sanctuary, dedicated to the Order of the Valorous Heart, Iustitia has dedicated herself to a life of service, rising through the ranks of the Order of the Valorous Heart, with unwavering zeal and tactical acumen. She is known for her stern discipline, and her unwavering commitment to the Emperor's will. Her Sanctuary is located in the Janussar System, just to the Galactic West of the Primordus system. She has made a point to maintain a relationship with the insular Void Panthers, based upon the mutual respect earned with the Scourging of Ondar. With the opening of the Great Rift, the need for allies on both sides, has become all the more important. Should the Void Panthers call, her order will answer.

 

Navigator Jyram Mercasian: Mercasian is the Master Navigator for Void Panther’s Flagship, “The Savage Wrath.” A grouchy sort, Mercasian serves, but has long become disillusioned by any joy that can be received from that service. Even though his chambers are almost opulent in its comfort, he is like a prized bird in a gilded cage. He understands that the life of a Navigator can be ended with a quick and horrifying death, if he is lucky. Through faith in the Emperor, he continues to serve the Chapter as best as he can, despite the almost dismissive treatment he receives. Even so, the does occasionally get visited by the more gregarious of the chapter. Brother Pantaar in particular, as The Void Guardian, understands just how valuable Jyram’s service is, and often enjoys a good game of Regicide, with him.

 

 

 

Fortune favors us, our enemies are that much closer to our claws.” - Jinong Jagaa

++VERMILLION++

 

My Lord,

The Void Panthers face significant challenges in defending their sector of the Imperium. Thus far they have proven able to the task, however having completed a thorough threat analysis, I am not sure how long it will be, until further intervention may be required. Below are the major threats to the ongoing research around the Primordus System.

 

I. There has been an increase in reports of Necron xenos activity. What limited information we have suggests, there may be a significant presence, dormant within the system. It is likely, it is xenos technology that is creating the unstable warp corridor that is currently being studied. See more information ++REDACTED++

 

II. My sources within the Ordo Xenos reports Aeldari pirate activity is still active in the space around the Primordus System. The information available points to a single fleet, represented by a moon dripping blood, sigil. Agent ++REDACTED++ will provide more information once, ++REDACTED++

III. Their have been reports of a strange cult growing on a mining station, called the Cult of the Horned Rat. Mining Colony PLU-N04R is located in a minor asteroid belt, to the galactic south of the Primordus System. My sources with the Ordo Hereticus, say currently, they have not heard from their agent since the opening of the Cicatrix Maledictum. Whatever is happening on that planetoid, further investigation is recommended.

 

Further updates will be forthcoming once SPARROW has infiltrated ++REDACTED++

 

Trivor Gent, Inq

Inquisitor Trivor Gent, Ordo Astartes

 

++THE INFORMATION IN THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN SWORN TO THE MOST HONORABLE INQUISITOR GENERAL, AS TRUE, IN THE SIGHT OF THE SUPREME GOD EMPEROR OF MANKIND.++

 

++USE OF THIS INFORMATION IS Restricted to EYES ONLY FOR AGENTS OF THE ORDOS, WITH A NEED TO KNOW++

 

++ORDOS PERSONNEL MUST REQUEST ACCESS THROUGH THE OFFICE OF THE INQUISITOR GENERAL, IN WRITING.++

 

++HAIL THE GOD EMPEROR OF MANKIND++

 

++VERMILLION++

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Added additional questions

[Codex Grey]

I didn't really pick up on anything relating to the them being WE descendants, beyond the Inquisitorial blurb about sharing pain, so I would say it's subtle enough (Maybe I missed some other hints?). In fact, it's so subtle that I wonder why it's included.

 

To me, a good reason to make a traitor geneseed Chapter is to explore the idiosyncrasies of the traitors in a loyalist context without the influence of Chaos. But beyond the Inquisitorial blurb, I don't see any aspects specific to the WE explored in any way by the Void Panthers that couldn't be explained by other factors. And while I do like the thundercats and conan flavor profile, I'm unsure where the WE angle fits into it.

What is it about them being WE descendants you like or want to explore? Maybe give that a bit more focus (while still being subtle of course. Again, I might be missing something)

 

Other than that, the one thing that sticks out to me is the degree of divergence from the Codex. Nothing explicitly wrong with this, though I personally prefer to limit such changes to a few impactful ones that I feel I can properly justify. And while I think you can justify organizational changes with things like cultural influence from their homeworld, my issue with that is time. Perhaps if they were a slightly older Chapter, it would feel more reasonable for these changes to happen over time, though I suspect you chose Ultima founding to better justify the possibility of them coming from WE geneseed, yes?

Simplest solution would be to drop the WE angle and make them older, but that depends on what you want.

 

As for image formatting, the options are limited, but there are some. While editing, double click on any image you have inserted. This brings up some options for image formatting, like resizing and alignment. For example, the image below was inserted without formatting.

 

 

 

This second image was inserted, the resized and right aligned.

 

Hope that helps.

 

 

 

[space wolf]

Thanks for the feedback! Honestly, I had the same doubts you've seemed to bring up, so I agree. Make them older, drop WE ancestry. As for codex divergence, I've come up with a solution for that, within the word doc ive been working from. They've diverted because they have no choice. They no longer have the numbers. Based on an epic defeat within the Primordus system, where they lost a good number of their chapter and the fact that they are essentially stuck in a bubble with their enemies, they made changes based on necessity, and cultural heritage. 

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Updated significantly. I removed the Primordus system from inside the warp corridor, and put it just outside of it. Once I've gone through the iterative process a few more times, I guess, I'll have to figure out a way to make this an "article." Thoughts? Are the influences, TOO obvious or is it unique enough that you get where the influence is, but it doesn't take you out of the Lore?

 

@Codex Grey Much appreciated, on the help of the formating. I hope the pictures make it more interesting to read.