Whispers stir deep in Segmentum Obscurus. In the dark hives of Mordia...in the halls of the Naval Academies of Cypra Mundi...
The rumors grow.
Ships have disappeared, far from the Cicatrix Maledictum's known borders. There are stories of lost outposts and planets decimated by rusted, ghostly figures of steel and bronze.
The Imperium's worlds lie quiet.
The people pray to the God-Emperor.
Rumors wind through the courts of the Necron dynasties. Nobles brood on the threat of the Haunted Legions. These Necrons are unburdened by memory, or even by soul.
The murmurs of Crypteks of all stripes in quiet conferences echo through the halls.
What do they discuss?
The Sarkoni Emperor, the former Master Program that has become so much more.
Minor tombworlds lost; their resources and populations fuel for the Severed's plans.
A rising chorus of dismay and horror swirl in the Empire of the Severed.
The Master Program, the Sarkoni Emperor, the Gestalt-Lord, has awakened and cast its eye upon the galaxy.
The galaxy is unworthy.
Rusted legions of warriors. Mindless Nobles. Hovering Destroyers. Corrupted Crypteks and their Canopek thralls.
All march in obedient, ghostly silence.
Edited by Lord_Ikka, 22 May 2021 - 02:28 AM.