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Uriel Valcarn

Marshal of the Silent Hunt
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The Fourth Tartoran Campaign



Tartora has long stood as a contested bastion in the Imperium Nihilus. This fortress-world has been ravaged time and again by the bloodthirsty chosen of Khorne, only to find salvation at the hands of the Emperor's Angels.


One hundred and twenty years ago by Terran reckoning, the last great assault was unleashed upon its surface. Led by the Khornate warlord Kargoth the Red Tide, the Gorebound Covenant descended in fury and laid waste to nearly half the planet.


It was the Knights of the Silent Hunt, under the command of Supreme Grand Master Lucern, who answered the call. What would become known as the "Third Tartoran Campaign" endured for six Terran years and claimed millions of lives. The war reached its climax at Bastion Varos, where both Supreme Grand Master Lucern and Kargoth the Red Tide fell in single combat.


Now, at the turn of the 44th Millenium, the Knights maintain their careful watch. Patrolling the space between their Fortress-Monastery of Nemoris Prime, on the border of the Makenna sector and the ever present Eye of Terror.

In this century of "peace", Tartora has rebuilt. Cities rise where craters once lay. Shrines stand where martyrs fell.


Yet all is not as it seems.


Astropathic Choirs scream of blood soaked visions.. the blessed altars and shrines erected in the century since the last incursion weep tears of blood


All signs point to INVASION


For the Blood God loves his charnel pits and none have pleased him so much in the last century as Tartora. The site of a chapter master's fall, of uncounted slaughter, and souls ground to nothing under the engines of war.


But hope is not lost.


Supreme Grand Master Uriel Valcarn, veteran of the Third Tartoran Campaign, and Marshal of the Silent Hunt, will not see Tartora undefended. Companies of the Lion's sons arrive en masse, seeing to orbital defenses and rallying what planetary defense forces have been trained and deployed during this fragile century of "peace".


This peace is shattered, on the Eighth night of the Eighth month since the beginning of the visions, the sky above Tartora split open.


The madness of the warp vomits forth crimson armored astartes, the World Eaters of the XII Legion, accompanied by a tide of Khornate splinter warbands.


Thus begins the Fourth Campaign of Tartora


The Knights of the Silent Hunt and their allies stand ready


For of all the enemies of their gene-father, none do they seek to humble more than the blood-maddened sons of Angron.


As The Lion himself rose to cast Angron back into the warp, so too shall his sons answer the call. Seeking to honor their Gene-Father and avenge their fallen.





 

URIEL VALCARN
Dominus Venationis Silentis
Chapter Master • Knights of the Silent Hunt
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"The sons of the Lion hunt in silence."





Uriel Valcarn stood in the command deck of Battle Barge Resolute reviewing the holographic display of Tartora. The planet was an old wound in the chapter's history. The last time the Chapter Master had descended upon its surface, Tartora had swallowed his predecessor, and led to Uriel's ascension to leadership.


Nearly the full force of the Knights of the Silent Hunt had been marshalled, as well as substantial forces from around the Makenna sector that the knights called home. There had also been fortuitous whispers of forces from across the Imperium Nihilus. But only time would tell.


The Chapter Master zoomed his display in on the major fortress city of the Eastern Hemisphere, this would be where the hammer fell first. The city rose not as a monument to humanity, but as a bulwark against its extinction. Layered walls of ferrocrete and steel formed concentric rings around a central citadel, each tier armed with batteries capable of leveling continents. Streets were wide and deliberate, carved for armored columns and fields of fire rather than comfort. Every structure bore the mark of war. Scarred plating, reinforced buttresses, and gun emplacements built into their very bones. This was not a place to live. It was a place to endure.


Already the skies seemed to glow with the unnatural colors of the warp, driving citizens on the planet below into a wild panic.


Uriel turned then to his company masters. Veterans of innumerable campaigns.


"The archenemy will strike here first. Long has this citadel withheld against the forces of the Blood God. First and Fourth Company, secure the outer ring. Second, advanced recon and scouting, keep your brother-captains advised of the enemy's movement. The remainder of you, identify and control hardpoints then reinforce the PDF onsite."


Uriel trusted his commanders, and they had been tested, one and all against the scourge they now faced.


"Dismissed"


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ADEPTUS ASTARTES – CHAPTER ARCHIVE SYSTEM

ACCESS TIER: INNER CIRCLE RESTRICTED

AUTHORISATION REQUIREMENTS:
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DATA CONTAINMENT PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT


UNAUTHORISED ACCESS WILL BE CONTAINED AND PURGED


SECTOR VANDEMAR; SUBSECTOR VENGAARD; VENGAARD ORBITAL FORTRESS
GRAIL OF VHAELOR; BATTLE-BARGE

BRIDGE; STRATEGIUM

He started from below his hood, his cold eyes laying on the holographic display that was projected by the central emitter of the strategium. He was unmoved as the figure next to him kept talking, a single voice echoing through the tall chamber. Banner hung from the ceiling, three rows of benches were in a hexagonal shape around the central display, the next higher than the one before so everyone could have unobstructed vision. The ranks were barely half full with figures of various sizes and shapes, uniforms and armor plates.

Urienz stood at the very bottom, listening to the elaboration of the shipmaster, Lord High Captain Aemhyr, of how difficult transit would be - again. It was a well trained ritual, a repetition that had been perfected over time since they served together. Not that it would stop transit or change any orders given by their Supreme Grand Master, but nevertheless it was a tedious protocol to go through. Maybe even a tradition at this point.

"How long will the journey be?" Urienz asked, the deep voice solemnly echoing from below his crimson hood.

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Between six and eight weeks, sire." Was Aemhyr's straight up reply, the elder man looking up toward where the Astartes' eyes should be.

"
Begin preparations, we will depart within the day."

The naval officer nodded and departed, instructing his crew to see to the preparations, leaving the Astartes among themselves.

In the strategium were twelve more Angels of Death, all clad in the traditional black of the Dark Angels Legion, seven with the Deathwing heraldry proudly showing on their armor while the other five had a more mute, grim signs of the Dreadwing. All in coat of arms embroiled tabards, all silently observing the situation that was still shown in the holographic display, all focused on the war in the Tartoran system.

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Our brothers of the Silent Hunt request the aid of the Imperium, we, as fellow Sons of the Lion, will answer the call. Chaos has attempted to take the region before, has sent its legions to shatter our resistance, to devastate our worlds and claim it for their vile deities. We shall stand against it once more."

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With pride I accept the support that Knight-Marshal Balauron offers to my Wing. We have fought alongside the Dreadwing before and we will eagerly do so again. Our combined might will ensure that the arch-enemy will have no seed to return to." Urienz nodded to the man he just mentioned, an almost gaunt figure for a Space Marine, his cheeks fallen in, with terrible burns across one half of his head, even metal plates showing. "We maintain the traditions and purpose of our ancestral Legion, we are sent to annihilate the enemy, to leave no mark of their existence and secure the Imperium."




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All must fear our wrath.

Maximus Talos

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Captain-Commander
Legate of the Regent
Emissary of the Throne


Fourth Tartoran Campaign - Part 1
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H E L I O S
MAKENNA SECTOR ; TARTORA SYSTEM ; TRANSLATION POINT
VIRIBUS ULTIMA ; BRIDGE


Maximus Talos had one hand on his Guardian Spear, Athos, and the other held his crested helmet in his armpit. His eyes a steady watch on the ongoings of the bridge, the ship's systems and what the sensors were telling. He heard it, he saw it, he did nothing with the information other than acknowledge its procedural ordinarity. The crew was drilled and trained not merely by the Imperial Navy, but by the standards of the Ten Thousand and therefore adjusted to achieve nothing short of smooth flawlessness in their execution of duty. Yet he noticed the tenth of a degree course correction, the millisecond delay in one of the sensor readings and the almost heartbeat long delay of the vox officer to establish contact with the local forces.

The Shipmaster merely started to turn her gaze towards the Custodian but his voice already echoed forth. "Establish connection to the Knights of the Silent Hunt's Chapter Command." Then she already gave the order and the ship's officer turned to his station to make it so. After a short moment, the frequency was matched and a connection was running, transmitting the Custodian to the Chapter Command.

"Honoured Astartes, I am Captain-Commander Maximus Talos and we have received and responded to your call. This is your battlefield and I am eager to join forces to bring down the forces of the Ruinous Powers alongside your formidable Chapter. I request clearance for my ship to join your phalanx and myself to join your deployment. Can you confirm?"

His voice was utterly emotionless, factual and was so confident, it would sound arrogant to many but it was just an utter lack of pride or ego, a certainty that eradicated doubt, a knowledge that prevailed over ignorance which dominated his being.


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