[i]It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the 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. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. 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 defence 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 thirsting gods.[/i] Welcome to Sceron, a damned backwater jungle world on the eastern fringes of the Emperor Blessed Imperium. This world was colonized approximately 560 years ago. The indigenous humans came quickly to compliance with open arms, casting aside their old faiths for the Truth of the Blessed Emperor. Rumors of the cults deep within the jungles always circulated, we couldnt stop them. But every attempt to find the source proved fruitless. At first we thought it was only the kids telling stories to fool or scare their peers. We were never so wrong. It started recently by Imperial stand points, 200 years ago. people started to go missing. It turned into a daily recurrence in some of the lesser villages. It seemed that the jungle took them, no traces, no blood, just gone without the slightest clue as to where or how. Then we started finding bodies. Mutilated animals on pikes by the walls and clearings. We told them that all was alright and it was the work of pranksters. We never told them of the claw marks in the surrounding jungle. We especially hid the dead guardsmen from that night. It has gotten to the point that the Adaptus Ministorum had no choice to react. The guard wouldn't dare send reinforcements to a back water loosing troops to thin air. It was when the people started to talk of the old spirits of their ancestors that our call for help was heard. That was 12 years ago. Now we dont know what has happened to the rest of the planet. around us. Communications are jammed. Entire villages and out posts are overrun in the dark and the bodies put on display. We are fighting ghosts, but they seem organized like they know how and when we operate. I fear we are the next target. Begin your story here: [spoiler][url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/178175983[/url][/spoiler]