![]() ![]() ![]() The regiments of Imperial Army wearing the Warmaster’s Eye were no better. Would there be enough of the Warmaster’s hosts left to hold the Imperium in its entirety? And what would those hosts look like, with all order and discipline and humanity raked out of them? The Legiones Astartes were already blood-maddened and fighting by the side of those… those things. Surely even now, quiescent alien kingdoms at the Imperium’s edges were reawakening, daring to cast jealous eyes at the worlds they’d lost in the Great Crusade. They make great use of chariots drawn by monstrous bulls. But what would be left after this war? What would be left of Terra and the armies fighting to take it? The Chaos Dwarfs have a vaguely Babylonian culture, trading the Nordic-style braided beards of their ancestors for tightly curled, 'cord-like' facial hair instead. The Legio Audax had willingly worn his colours and cast their fate with his. Horus was a hero, the Warmaster of the Imperium, the pacifier of the galaxy. “There it was again, the treasonous little notion Ulienne couldn’t quite shake.
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