Uriel Valcarn
Marshal of the Silent Hunt
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.
