The Dornian Heresy - The Bolter and Chainsword
The Dornian Heresy - The Bolter and Chainsword
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<strong>The</strong> thing shredded old Master Colpek without breaking its stride, <strong>and</strong><br />
advanced on Magnus. <strong>The</strong>y had summoned a creature of nightmare... His<br />
nightmares! He recognised the same rasping growl <strong>and</strong> the way its talons<br />
moved like liquid flame; it was the thing from his earliest memories. It had torn<br />
its way into the vessel that had brought him to Prospero <strong>and</strong> taken his eye. Now<br />
it was back for more.<br />
Something had happened to him. At first Magnus thought that his skull was<br />
splitting, but now the pain had gone, <strong>and</strong> his mind had opened up to something<br />
far beyond the material plane. His awareness snapped back into the hermetic<br />
tower to find himself alone with the entity... the daemon. Before he could react,<br />
the thing had him pinned to the floor with a talon pinking the flesh around his<br />
one good eye. It whispered to him, gloatingly, that it had come here to stop him<br />
from becoming a powerful tool of his master‟s rival. <strong>The</strong> names it spoke of,<br />
„Khorne‟ <strong>and</strong> „Tzeentch‟, resonated through his soul like shards of ice.<br />
Despite his desperate struggles the creature whispered that it would first take<br />
his eye to complete the set, <strong>and</strong> then pluck out Magnus‟ heart to appease its<br />
master. <strong>The</strong>n, just as the talon broke the skin beneath his eye, a total calmness<br />
descended. It all became so clear to him. With a smile, Magnus reached out<br />
with his mind <strong>and</strong> snuffed out the daemon‟s very essence. <strong>The</strong> ensuing<br />
explosion was heard all across Tizca. Untouched by the conflagration, Magnus<br />
considered the daemon‟s words. He would not be a puppet of this Tzeentch, <strong>and</strong><br />
no one would take his eye.<br />
By the time the Emperor <strong>and</strong> the<br />
Fifteenth Legion of Astartes had<br />
reached Prospero, father <strong>and</strong> son knew<br />
each other as though they had never<br />
been parted. Despite all of Magnus‟<br />
assurances, the arrival of the Master of<br />
Mankind <strong>and</strong> His fleet of warships was<br />
greeted with suspicion by the people of<br />
Prospero, but the Emperor‟s legendary<br />
charisma quickly won them over. To<br />
further assuage their fears, Magnus had<br />
his legion build their fortressmonastery<br />
at the heart of Tizca in the<br />
hope that they would no longer have to<br />
apprehensively watch the skies.<br />
<strong>The</strong> legion itself had particular reason<br />
to celebrate finding their primarch.<br />
Although they had not recruited on the<br />
basis of psychic talent, the gene-seed<br />
they had been patterned upon had<br />
boosted their innate abilities <strong>and</strong><br />
triggered latent ones. As a side-effect it<br />
also caused a very high incidence of<br />
both genetic <strong>and</strong> implant mutation<br />
among the brethren, to the extent that<br />
the legion was smaller than most of the<br />
others. As the home of the mutant <strong>and</strong><br />
the psyker, Prospero was the perfect<br />
place for such a legion. By the time<br />
Magnus was ready to join the Great<br />
Crusade, his original „Thous<strong>and</strong> Sons‟<br />
had exp<strong>and</strong>ed moderately beyond their<br />
nominal level by the cream of<br />
Prospero‟s talents. As they set out to<br />
do the Emperor's great work, what they<br />
lacked in conventional numbers was<br />
more than made up for with highly<br />
trained battle-psykers able to kill an<br />
enemy with but a thought.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Great Crusade<br />
As Magnus <strong>and</strong> his new legion<br />
ventured across the stars, it gave them<br />
an opportunity to gain that which they<br />
craved the most: knowledge. Each<br />
world brought into compliance with the<br />
Emperor‟s will revealed to them the<br />
learning <strong>and</strong> insights of a new culture.<br />
As well as the countless human<br />
societies, the myriad xenos breeds<br />
were also a constant source of wonder.<br />
From the subtle Eldar to the brutal<br />
Orks, each new sample was<br />
characterised, dissected <strong>and</strong><br />
catalogued. This expansion also<br />
brought with it fresh dangers. Even<br />
forewarned against the Ruinous<br />
Powers, the Thous<strong>and</strong> Sons still<br />
suffered losses. Every battle brother<br />
that fell hardened their hearts against<br />
the evil of Chaos, <strong>and</strong> turned Magnus‟<br />
thoughts to the casualties sustained by<br />
the other legions who had no concept<br />
or defence against the threat they<br />
faced.<br />
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<strong>The</strong>ir travels across the galaxy brought<br />
them into contact with many of<br />
Magnus‟ brother primarchs. Some, in<br />
particular Horus of the Luna Wolves<br />
<strong>and</strong> Lorgar of the Word Bearers,<br />
became firm friends. Others, such as<br />
the Mortarion of the Death Guard <strong>and</strong><br />
Leman Russ, the feral primarch of the<br />
Space Wolves, took an instant dislike<br />
to Magnus <strong>and</strong> everything he stood for.<br />
<strong>The</strong> uncouth Russ called him mutant,<br />
sorcerer, unclean <strong>and</strong> even a cyclops<br />
after the one-eyed giant of Terran<br />
legend. At every meeting, be it cordial<br />
or adversarial, Magnus respected the<br />
Emperor‟s dem<strong>and</strong> to keep silent about<br />
the nature of Chaos, despite the<br />
crushing certainty that ignorance left<br />
his brothers vulnerable to the<br />
predations of the Ruinous Powers.<br />
Magnus bore his brothers‟ harsh words<br />
with good grace, in the certainty that<br />
once on the field of battle all enmity<br />
would be placed aside. This was tested<br />
most sorely on the fortress-world of<br />
Bartok, where a campaign by the Space<br />
Wolves to bring the planet into<br />
Imperial compliance had degenerated<br />
into a bloody stalemate. In order to<br />
bring the campaign to a rapid<br />
conclusion, the Emperor Himself had<br />
ordered the Thous<strong>and</strong> Sons to reinforce<br />
the assault. <strong>The</strong> headstrong Leman<br />
Russ detested the idea of being seen to<br />
need the help of another legion,<br />
especially one he had so publically<br />
denounced, but he grudgingly<br />
submitted to his father‟s decree.<br />
Even with the might of two legions, it<br />
soon became clear why Russ had<br />
struggled. <strong>The</strong> final <strong>and</strong> greatest city<br />
was protected by directed energy fields<br />
<strong>and</strong> ringed with trenches, strongpoints<br />
<strong>and</strong> bunker networks resulting in<br />
brutally effective interlocking fields of<br />
fire. <strong>The</strong> approaches had been turned<br />
into a killing ground worthy of those<br />
designed by Perturabo or Dorn. As<br />
Russ prepared to throw his forces into<br />
yet another headlong charge against the<br />
enemy guns, Magnus <strong>and</strong> his legion<br />
exposed the weak link in the Bartok<br />
defence. All across the battlezone, the<br />
Thous<strong>and</strong> Sons reached into weak,<br />
unguarded minds <strong>and</strong> urged them to<br />
turn their guns on their friends. Even as<br />
Russ‟ Wolves advanced, heavy weapon