In our latest installment of this multi-part series, we delve into the harrowing tale of the Iron Warriors and the Night Lords, two legions who were cast into their own personal hells.
The Iron Warrior, a paragon of indomitable will and boundless loyalty, was reduced to but a whisper of parting words to his loyal friend Alexis Polu. His heart, once a beacon of strength, ceased to beat. His fate, like that of the Night Lords, was a grim one.
The Night Lords, entrapped in the Vortex, were spat out by the energy maelstrom, some in pieces, others reduced to formless masses. Only two survived this brutal transportation – Kresh the Pale and Gendor Scok, both captains of their legion. Yet, their survival came at a high cost. Kresh suffered severe injuries and lost his eyes, while their armor, damaged during the transportation, now trapped them with its weight.
Their appearance on the captain’s bridge stirred a tumult among the Night Lords already present. The legionaries of the 8th grew furious when they learned from The Painted Count that Master Kopter had the chance to save Sarian but had refused. This revelation was the final spark that ignited the powder keg, and Kresh was killed on the spot. Gendor Scok found himself thrown into a cell, leaving the legionaries scattered and the unit dissolved like snow under a warm spring rain.
When Gillman arrived at the scene of the tragedy, all that was left was to finish off the remaining Night Lords who had no opportunity to flee the planet. The beacon guard squad, led by Alexis Polu, was almost completely annihilated, and the beacon, while still operational, had sustained serious damage. To add to the grim news, Gillman received another dire report: Conrad Kur had not left his home planet and dared to present himself before the Primarch of the Blood Angels for a parley.
Meanwhile, Lion El Johnson, whose forces had been scouring the 500 worlds of Ultramar for traces of Conrad Kur, stumbled upon remnants of the Shadow Crusade scattered throughout Sanguinius’ domain. This led him to the distant world of Zapad. Expecting to capture his elusive brother, he found nothing but ruins and a handful of traitors. Despite swiftly crushing the defenses of the chaos adepts and liberating the planet, his main objective was absent.
In an armory equipped to store an artifact hidden from prying eyes, the Lion met Tulka, an ancient device connected to a boy who appeared to be 10 Terran years old. Despite the Lion’s hope of finding traces of ships that had left the system, the artifact refused to lead him. It told the Lion that he would soon change his decision.
In this installment, we see the plight of two legions and their leaders, the weight of their choices, and the relentless, cruel nature of fate. As we continue our series, we’ll delve deeper into these intricate narratives and the intricate tapestry of Warhammer 40,000 lore. Stay tuned for more.
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