Warhammer 40K - Narrative League - Game 1
Kharon Expanse Vortannis Prime 1-18-2026 Local Astral Date In the shadowed annals of my defiance, I, Lord Castellan Corvus Lysander Quintus III, commit these words to the blood-soaked pages of my journal, lest the fickle tides of war erase my truth from the galaxy's uncaring memory. Upon the scorched spires of Vortannis Prime, that forsaken hive-world jewel in the untamed Kharon Expanse, I descended with the thunder of Chimeras and the roar of my loyal regiments, men whose blood I value far more than the hollow edicts of distant Terra. With my most ironclad Grizzled Company at my side, forged in the fires of a hundred betrayals by the Imperium's blind lords, I marched forth to claim the Governor's gilded estate, that bastion of corruption where fat parasites hoard the so-called Emperor's light from the deserving. Yet, as we trod the ash-choked boulevards, fate's cruel jest unveiled itself: a patrol of the Dark Angels, those secretive sons of the Lion, slinkin...