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Hevaran is a ruined world, reduced to rubble in the days following the Siege of Terra – but relics of those dark times lie just below the surface. The ramifications of Helbrecht’s quest could echo throughout the galaxy…
It is strange to find you so.’ The primarch shook his head. Such a peculiar gesture to observe, to note, as though a mountain were shaking its head. ‘In you I see so much of the Great Crusade as it was, yet changed beyond recognition. Your creed is in opposition to everything intended by that era. We wrought enlightenment, not superstition. We were the light that they required to lead them out of the darkness of Old Night.’ He sighed. ‘I fear that you are the very same chains that would bind them.’ Helbrecht stood. ‘Forgive my appearance. The days since the opening of the Rift have been unkind. We have fought and we have bled. Against the greenskins whom we pursued and against those worlds which have proven unworthy of His light. They turned, and for those sins they were burned clean. Now we are again upon the path. The fleets of the crusades gather and they will hunt the Beast of Armageddon until death finally claims it.’ Rise,’ Guilliman said, to dispel the fleeting moment of awkwardness. ‘It is enough that bureaucrats and functionaries greet me upon their knees – it is no place for a warrior.’ With the chance to claim a relic that once belonged to his gene-father Rogal Dorn, the fervour that drives Helbrecht – for good or for ill – may be his most powerful weapon against those who would bar the way. The primarch spoke in a rumble, in a voice as different from Helbrecht’s as a Space Marine’s was from a mortal man.
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Overall, lots of good ideas. It's an easy read that is sufficiently 40k for me, Roomsky, the arbiter of 40k-ness. It's just kind of messy. To Taste. There are many amongst the Ecclesiarchy,’ Guilliman said, and Helbrecht could see the ripple of bemused frustration play across his features, ‘who would insist that I am the very instrument of His will. If not in the manner of my perceived divinity then certainly in my capacity as Imperial Regent.’ When you’re as faithful as Helbrecht and find yourself chastised by the God-Emperor’s reborn son, what do you do?”, asks Will. “You do your duty. This is a story filled to the brim with pathos, heart, and the very best Space Marine action, as Helbrecht journeys the penitential path.” It was forged from the shards of my brother’s own blade. When he found our father’s broken body, when he saw what Horus had done to Him, he knew despair. He knew what it meant to fail the very reason for your existence. Everything in him understood the stakes which we had faced, and the price of defeat.’ He shook his head. ‘And there was defeat, even in victory. My brother, Rogal Dorn, a man of stone, broke his sword over his knee. He felt unworthy of wielding his weapon, knowing it had never had the chance to be raised in defence of our father – not when it truly mattered.’ The primarch said nothing. Instead he strode past Helbrecht to stand before the graven glass of the observation cupola. He stared out at the tormented void, at the ships as they milled about their formations – filling the rendezvous point with constant motion. Jostling for primacy as they sought proximity to their liege lord. He turned and regarded Helbrecht with sad, all-too-human eyes.
The rerelease of Brotherhood of the Storm is also available in an updated edition of the Legacies of Betrayal anthology, featuring 18 short stories of the Legions that fought in the Horus Heresy. Scourge of Fate (MP3 Audiobook) Helbrecht was silent. He could sense the challenge in the primarch’s words but would not rise to it. ‘Then ask it,’ he said. ‘Ask and I shall consider your request in my capacity as High Marshal and by the will of the Emperor.’
Commander Farsight has defeated the Imperial forces in the Damocles Gulf, but his work is far from over. As he fights the Orks, other forces are hard at work to ensure Farsight falls on the daemon-haunted world of Arthas Moloch. O, Emperor, how you test me. How you offer me an easier path and tempt me with what seems to be the very voice of righteousness. Yet it was not him. Not the great Praetorian who had raised Terra’s ramparts in ages gone past. It was Guilliman. The statesman. The Avenging Son. A being whom many now called regent, and viewed as the Emperor’s incarnate will. I am set upon it,’ Helbrecht admitted. ‘There has been too much blood spilled by the alien. These are nights of blood and fire. Madness walks abroad, but I know my duty. The crusades we have launched… those that have been fought and for which brothers have died… Ash Wastes. Void. Helsreach. The Beast must answer. I would see its head taken and mounted upon a pike that all might see the ruin which befalls those who challenge the Throne. There can be no compromise. No peace. Only judgement and death. That is what the enemies of mankind deserve.’
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We’ll also have more news on the Citadel Colour paints, and you can join us to Hang Out and Hobby as we build-up to the big Paintathon . This book largely occurs after the transition across the Rubicon Primaris, though parts of the procedure do feature, as do some of the existential doubts that followed it. The main thrust of the novel is focused on Helbrecht trying to find a balance between his urge to go crusading and the reactive wars the Imperium finds itself fighting post-rift. Here it is. Everyone's talked about it, wanted to see it, made their own stories about it, drew pictures of it. The meeting between Guilliman and Helbrecht. The Primarch and the High Marshal. Helbrecht did not speak for many minutes. He drew his blade again and went down upon his knees, the tip of it pressed to the stone of the floor. His lips moved in constant prayer and his hands tightened about the hilt. Helbrecht commands the loyal chief clerk is to start rebuilding the world, raise new chapels, new militarum regiments, and become a useful planet for the Imperium once again. Helbrecht has decided that Dorn's plan of punishment probably should have included a time limit for how long the world could remain desolate and useless.
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