In the grim, dark future of Warhammer 40K, few tales are as steeped in mystery and intrigue as the origins of the Mútar, the famed Cataclyt. Crafted with long-lost superior techniques, various rumors about its beginnings swirl around, coalescing at one point – the forgotten times of the enigmatic Morgan Rah.
Jesters of the cosmos, the Harlequins, dare to recount this legend, portraying it in their whimsical yet profound dances. Audiences bear witness to the tale of Morgan Rah, who, dissatisfied with plain weapons, decided to craft a catapult capable of gathering the souls of the fallen. A weapon worthy of the Reaper, imitating the image of the God of War himself.
In order to fulfill his audacious ambition, Morgan Rah embarked on a perilous quest, amassing the materials necessary for his mighty weapon. Wraithbone touched by death would form the body of the canon, metal tempered by divine blood to shape the scythe blade, and the spirit stone of a powerful sear to imbue the weapon with psychic energy.
Accompanied by his acolytes, Rah ventured to a Crone World, a ruined vestige of the once mighty Eldari empire, consumed by the warp after the fall. Amidst the shattered remnants of this world, under the baleful gaze of an impossible black sun, gibbering demons danced in chaotic delight.
The death-infused wraithbone, guarded by a Keeper of Secrets, was housed in the planet’s World Shrine. As his Dark Reapers volleyed Star Strike missiles at the demon, Morgan Rah approached, slaying the beast with a single mighty blow and harvested the blackened wraithbone.
Following this, the Phoenix Lord, accompanied by a lone Exarch, proceeded to the heart of the world. There, in a hidden chamber, lay a shard of the bloody-handed God himself—an avatar of Khaine. With a swift turn of events, Rah sacrificed the Exarch, conducting dark rituals to awaken the Avatar. With the creature’s molten blood, Morgan Rah tempered the star metal into a great scythe, imbuing it with the strength of Khaine himself.
Thus began what has been termed in the Legends as the Night of Endless Slaughter. Across the Crone world’s surface and through its subterranean vaults, Morgan Rah battled, slaying countless minions of Slaanesh, until he found his sought target- the sanctum of the sear.
In the aftermath of the bloody battle, not a single bonesinger dared to craft the soul-reaping weapon in the name of the blood-handed God. So, Morgan Rah took it upon himself to master the art of weaponry. He kidnapped Kaith, the greatest bonesinger from the craftworld Kinara, forcing him to reveal the secrets of his craft.
Morgan Rah, now armed with knowledge, blinded Kaith so that he would not see the creation of the weapon, tore out his tongue so he’d never speak of it, and cut off his hands to ensure no greater weapon would ever be created.
So began Morgan Rah’s great work. He grew from the wraithbone a great shuriken catapult, whispered with the voices of the dead. He inserted the soul stones of slain sears into its heart, their eternal anguish echoing within. Lastly, he affixed a fearsome blade to spread death and quench the thirst of the scythe that drank the blood of gods.
The hidden truth in the Legends is known only to Morgan Rah, and none dare to ask him. The Harlequins, those cosmic jesters, sometimes peer into the hall, perhaps seeking a glimpse of the truth, or maybe just enjoying the dance of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the legend of the Mútar.
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