Werewolf CXXI: Deus Omnia Vincit
IT IS THE 41st millenium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
YET EVEN IN his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
TO BE A MAN in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of the thirsting gods.
AMONG THE MILLION worlds loyal to the God-Emperor is Camperdown, sitting at a crossroads between theaters of war. In the Cochineal Subsector an Ork Waaagh! rages, while in the neighboring Spiciel Subsector Chaos has overtaken several worlds, and perhaps most terrifying of all a splinter of Hive Fleet Behemoth approaches. Camperdown, though its founding population was drawn from the Waakzaamheid Subsector, is a polyglot world, with refugees from worlds in neighboring subsectors, a draft of citizens to boost its industry taken from the overpopulated hives of Hypatian and Acasta, as well as veterans from disbanded Guard regiments. Camperdown is a civilized world, acting as a staging post for campaigns, a fleet base for the subsector's ships, a manufactory of assorted military materiel, and a nexus of trade for worlds within and without the subsector. Camperdown is proud, too, having raised many regiments for the campaigns in the sector, and the Imperial Annals have recorded the exploits of Camperdown regiments more frequently than the world's population, though large, would normally merit. But now Camperdown faces an uncertain future...
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