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Istavaan III Atrocity
Betrayal Istvaan III
Attacker Sons of Horus, Death Guard, Emperor's Children and World Eaters Traitor Legions
Defender Sons of Horus, Death Guard, Emperor's Children and World Eaters Loyalists (approx. one-third of each Legion), Ordo Reductor
Attacking Commander Horus, Mortarion, Fulgrim and Angron
Defending Commander Saul Tarvitz, Lucius, Garviel Loken, Tarik Torgaddon, and Ehrlen
Date ca. 005.M31 (Date Approximate)
Scale Planetary Assault
Theatre Istvaan III, Istvaan System, Segmentum Ultima
Strength (attackers) Sons of Horus, Death Guard, Emperor's Children, World Eaters Traitor Legions, Legio Mortis, Legio Audax and Legio Vulpa
Strength (defenders) One-third of Sons of Horus, Death Guard, Emperor's Children and World Eaters Legions, Ordo Reductor
Casualties (attackers) In the tens of thousands, extensive losses amongst all Traitor assets
Casualties (defenders) Over 8 billion dead as a result of the virus-bombing; tens of thousands of Loyalist dead (Loyalists nearly wiped out in their entirety)
Status Pyrrhic Traitor victory
Outcome Loyalist elements culled from Space Marine Legions under the direct command of Warmaster Horus; entire population of Istvaan III is wiped out and the planet rendered a Nurgle-cursed Dead World
"Let this fire spread across planets and consume stars. Let all become the pyre from which the new age will be born."
Erebus, First Chaplain of the Word Bearers, Words of Offering at the bombardment of Istvaan III

The Istvaan III Atrocity, also known as the Battle of Istvaan III to Imperial scholars, was the treacherous military campaign conducted by the Chaos-corrupted Warmaster Horus on the rebellious Civilised World of Istvaan III that served both to amass those forces loyal to him without suspicion, and also cull those elements within the ranks of the Traitor Legions whose loyalties he suspected as remaining true to the Emperor of Mankind. The destruction of Istvaan III by virus-bombing and the subsequent internecine battle that followed between the Sons of Horus, Death Guard, Emperor's Children and World Eaters Traitor Legions and their own Loyalist elements was the first overt sign of Horus' turn to Chaos, and the first battle of the Horus Heresy in the early 31st Millennium.

HistoryEdit

Istvaan System ComplianceEdit

An ancient Terran proverb once said that all wars, no matter how bloody or great, begin with but a single shot fired. For the great cataclysm known as the Horus Heresy that was to engulf the Imperium of Man and bring death and calamity to unnumbered billions, that proverbial shot was fired on the world of Istvaan III when brother turned against brother. It had only been fifteen standard years earlier that Istvaan III and the worlds within the surrounding star system were brought into Imperial Compliance by the 27th Expeditionary Fleet led by the Primarch Corax and his Raven Guard Legion. The military forces of the indigenous Istvaanians were professional soldiers who did not break easily, even when confronted with the superhuman might of Space Marines. There was some resistance, but the last elements of the aggressive faction opposed to Imperial Compliance were destroyed by the Raven Guard at the Redarth Valley on Istvaan III. An Istvaanian delegation formally surrendered before the Primarch Corax and the 800 companies of Raven Guard Space Marines that comprised his XIXth Legion. They kneeled as a defeated foe, but were welcomed into the fold as men of the Imperium. Though they had waged war against one another, the Imperial Truth had prevailed and the Istvaanians had sworn to accept its teachings. By proving themselves men of wisdom and civilisation, they were deemed fitting partners for the many other worlds of the nascent Imperium. The Remembrancer Order had not yet been foisted upon the Space Marine Legions by the Council of Terra at this time, but a substantial civilian contingent was left behind to begin the reeducation of the Istvaanian population with the Imperial Truth. This task was given to Vardus Praal, formerly a Major of the XI Lastran Rifles Regiment of the Imperial Army and later a career politician of the Ultima Segmentum Court. Given Praal's record both as a soldier and civil administrator, he was deemed worthy of being left behind as the world's Imperial Planetary Governor to command Istvaan III in the name of the Emperor of Mankind, to ensure continued Compliance and manage the dismantling of the traditional religious structures that defined the planet's autochthonous society but were in direct contravention of the ancient Imperium's official atheism and secular rationalism.

Insurrection on Istvaan IIIEdit

Istvaan III Civilised World

Ancient Departmento Cartigraphicae Map of Civilised World of Istvaan III showing major population centres

Over time, matters quickly worsened on Istvaan III, as Governor Praal ordered the Imperial garrison to tear down temples and breach the sealed vaults of ancient religious sites in order to break the subtle but deep hold superstitious fears had over the Istvaanians and bring them into the rational light of the Imperial Truth, but of the success of this campaign nothing could be ascertained as Warp Storms that continued to block Istvaan from the Imperium's core worlds worsened and all communications ceased. Six Terran years after the last official Astropathic communique from Istvaan III was received by the Council of Terra, a Death Guard patrol ship on the outer edge of its Legion's fleet, near Neo-geddon on the very edge of explored Imperial space, picked up a faint echo of an Astropathic transmission from Istvaan III. Though it was garbled and incomplete, its central message was, however, clear: the people of Istvaan III had risen in religious rebellion against the Imperium and the Imperial planetary government had collapsed. Vardus Praal had become a turncoat and perhaps turned mutant or psyker. Praal was actually leading the revolt, and the streets of Istvaan III's planetary capital, Khry Vanak (the "Choral City," in Imperial translation) were running red with the blood of non-believers.

The message was estimated to be at least two standard years old, possibly six, but it could not be ignored. For Istvaan III and its tens of millions to have rebelled from Compliance was a mar upon the Great Crusade that could not be tolerated, lest such sedition and malcontent spread, but that an anointed Imperial Commander who had received his office by the writ of the Emperor Himself led the revolt was a crime that demanded the swiftest and most resolute punishment possible. It fell to Horus, the Imperial Warmaster, to bring Vardus Praal and all of Istvaan III to judgement, and he publicly vowed to make a fearful, bloody example to all the worlds of the Imperium of the price of sedition. But what few knew or suspected at the time was that the Istvaan III rebellion had provided Horus with the perfect opportunity to strike the first blow of his own rebellion against the Emperor: a blow that would fall upon his own gene-sons.

ConspiracyEdit

Glory To Horus

Warmaster Horus, corrupted by Chaos

The reconquest of Istvaan III provided Horus with the perfect opportunity to both amass those forces loyal to him without suspicion, and also rid his own XVIth Legion and those of his closest allies of those within their ranks whose loyalties were suspect and likely to stand with the Emperor in the event of civil war. The Istvaan System's distant location in the Ultima Segmentum and prevalent Warp Storms made it a perfect screen for the dark deeds that were to come, and orders were given for four Space Marine Legions, the Death Guard, Emperor's Children, World Eaters and the Warmaster's own Sons of Horus, to rendezvous at the Istvaan System, their approaches made to bypass the Warp Storms which raged to the galactic southwest of the system. Horus took this opportunity to use his authority as Warmaster and move the forces of the Imperial military as game-pieces on a board of Regicide to the configuration of his choosing that would be most advantageous once his revolt began. He commanded the Primarchs Lion El'Jonson, Sanguinius and Roboute Guilliman to muster their Legions in preparation for a series of missions in the Signus Cluster and Veridian Systems, each in dangerous and cut-off regions of space. Perceiving no obvious reason to doubt the Warmaster's motives, the three Primarchs set about planning their missions and transporting their Legions to the necessary staging points. So it was that three of the most powerful and staunchly Loyalist Legions -- the Dark Angels, the Blood Angels and the Ultramarines -- were sent by Horus to regions far from Terra and from the Istvaan System where they could not observe or intervene in what was to happen next. The rest of the Legiones Astartes -- the Night Lords, Alpha Legion, Iron Warriors, Raven Guard, Salamanders and Iron Hands -- were all actively involved in various campaigns and events across the Imperium. Safely occupied, their time would come later, be it for corruption or destruction. The Word Bearers were already long woven into the treachery that was to follow by ties that would not become apparent until much later. The White Scars and Imperial Fists were conducting operations in the Segmentum Solar and were too close to the Emperor for Horus to chance contacting them without raising suspicion whilst the Space Wolves and Thousand Sons were already caught up in a murderous machination, the Burning of Prospero, that had been long in the making.

With humanity ignorant of the great and terrible events that were about to unfold, a massive war fleet gathered at the edges of the Istvaan System as elements of four Space Marine Legions began to arrive, and the first actions of the campaign were undertaken to destroy rebel outposts in the outer reaches of the star system as the fleet coalesced. The elite 1st Company of the Emperor's Children Legion led by Lord Commander Eidolon fought in concert with the Death Guard Legion's 7th Company under the command of Battle-Captain Nathaniel Garro against traitorous forces on Istvaan Extremis, the outermost planet within the Istvaan System. Whilst fighting against a powerful Slaaneshi psyker known as a Warsinger, Garro sustained serious injuries: crushing damage to his torso and arm as well as the loss of his right leg from the mid-thigh down. He was only saved from certain death by the timely ministrations of the Emperor's Children's Chief Apothecary Fabius. Taking stock of the desperate situation, the Lord Commander Eidolon made use of a hitherto unknown ability: a modified tracheal implant bonded with his vocal chords that allowed him to produce a nerve-paralysing shriek similar to that employed by certain warrior breeds of the xenos Laer. This powerful ability disrupted the Warsinger's attack, allowing Eidolon to get close enough for a killing blow and helped the Astartes carry the day, though its very existence was emblematic of the corruption that had already wormed its way deep into the heart of the Emperor's Children Legion.

The Traitors GatherEdit

Fulgrim was delayed in coming to the Istvaan System, but the sizable task force of Emperor's Children Space Marines led by Lord Commander Eidolon made the rendezvous, and formed up with the rest of the Imperial fleet as it closed on Istvaan III. Horus' war host therefore consisted of the majority of his own Legion, plus significant portions of the Death Guard and their Primarch Mortarion, the World Eaters and their Primarch Angron, and Eidolon's smaller Emperor's Children task force. Along with three Primarchs in attendance, itself a rare event during the Great Crusade, this constituted one of the largest concentrations of Imperial military force seen since the battle for the Pargor Hith System against the Orks of Charhack almost a decade previously, comprising well over 200,000 Space Marines, although exact figures cannot be corroborated, alongside Titan support from the Legio Mortis, Legio Audax and Legio Vulpa and a number of auxiliary units.

Though accounts of what occurred next remain a matter of conjecture, it seems apparent that as Istvaan III was surrounded by the Imperial warfleet, Horus met with the two Primarchs and Lord Commander Eidolon on his flagship, the Battle Barge Vengeful Spirit. This was ostensibly done to formulate a strategy for the coming campaign, but it also seems to have been the case that the face-to-face meeting was for Horus to gauge his allies' loyalty and prepare for the coming storm. It appears that as Horus had anticipated, Angron, Mortarion and Eidolon, speaking for his absent master, had identified elements of their Legions whose loyalty to the Emperor was unshakeable or who could not otherwise be trusted to follow the Warmaster's line once the rebellion began. These loyal Space Marines would pose a great threat to Horus' conspiracy if they were not dealt with immediately, and it appears that it was only at this moment that Horus revealed to his co-conspirators his shocking plan to rid their Legions of these dissident factions.

Those sections of the four assembled Legions whose loyalty to Horus could not be guaranteed (approximately one-third of each Legion) were commanded to prepare for an assault on the planet beneath and would form its core. The Warmaster's plan called for a primary strike conducted almost entirely by Drop Pod with limited gunship and teleporter support, with only the Death Guard forces landing with any significant armoured vehicle contingents in the first wave. So separated, and with no means of escape off the planet, those Loyalists who did not die in the taking of Istvaan III would discover to their horror that Horus planned to make it their graveyard at all costs.

OnslaughtEdit

"Strike fast. Cut them down. Soak the ground with their blood. Grind them to nothing as they did their oaths."
— Blood Champion Helkor, Hammer of the World Eaters, before the assault on the landing grounds of the Zotiel Basin
Orbital Assault

The first wave of the orbital assault on Istvaan III commences by Drop Pod

Orbital Assault Initial Phase

Ancient Orbital pict-capture of the initial Space Marine assault on Istvaan III

For the assault on the sprawling proto-hive city of Khry Vanak, Istvaan III's political and cultural capital (called the "Choral City" in translation into Low Gothic), four primary target zones had been identified which housed the seat of government, and presumably where the Traitor Vardus Praal might be located. This would be the focus of the Emperor's Children's attack. It was in the plazas which adjoined the palace and formed the principal arterial intersection of the city's transport network that resistance was likely to manifest quickly, and this was the target of the World Eaters to first seize and then spread beyond. The western fortification wall with its Imperial-built bastions and the bunker network they protected were to be the target of the Death Guard's assault, with the goal of either eradicating or boxing in the rebel garrison forces they contained.

The final, and perhaps most difficult, target was located in the east of the city; a vast and ancient complex of tomb-spires, shrines and temples known by the indigenous peoples as the Siren Hold. Given the assumed religious forces animating the rebellion and the psyker-witches known as the Warsingers also encountered on Istvaan Extremis, the Siren Hold too was afforded the status of primary target and the Sons of Horus were assigned to the attack with orders to destroy everything and everyone they found within. A score of secondary targets to be hit in the first wave were also identified, including the Choral City starport and several prominent infrastructural complexes that numerous smaller Imperial splinter forces were assigned to take or destroy.

Legion of DeathEdit

Death Guard Loyalists

The Death Guard hammer the western fortifications of the Choral City

Gurtur-Fol Terminator Squad

Death Guard Terminators move relentlessly towards the doomed Istvaanian rebels, bringing the wrath of the Emperor

When it came, the first assault wave showered Istvaan III with an iron rain of Drop Pods, which smashed into the Choral City like hammer blows, while strategic Lance-strikes from the orbital fleet hit ground targets across the surface of Istvaan III, ensuring total air superiority for the Space Marine Legions. Resistance was heavy, far heavier than the initial invasion had seen that had brought the world in initial Imperial Compliance, but against such a force as the Space Marines now unleashed against this world, it proved ultimately futile. Against the walls and trenchworks of the western fortification line the Death Guard implacably hammered home their attack against troops that had once been loyal to Terra but were now half-insane, self-mutilated devotees of Slaanesh. They were armed with Imperial weapons taken from the garrison stores, their trench lines anchored with mortar nests and emplaced Autocannons set up with interlocking fields of fire with all the lethality of Officio Militaris expertise. Although reeling from their initial assault, the Traitors met the Astartes with Basilisks and Malcador heavy tanks which rumbled up from concealed emplacements beneath the ground. But Mortarion's Legion was indefatigable and came down right within the cordon of fire so that the Istvaanians' artillery was left firing blind and overshooting the drop zones.

With shells bursting around them, the Death Guard moved in relentlessly, Terminators and heavy support squads toppling guntowers and punching their way into bunkers, while Tactical Squads stormed trench after trench, sweeping them of life with methodical volleys of Bolter fire. Gunships roared in and dropped Vindicator and Land Raider tanks to assail the bastions and high-walled revetments of slab-like granite that shielded the city from the plains to the west. The close barrage from both sides of the wall soon took its toll. Before long, the great bastions were left in smoking ruins, their fate sealed as a maniple of Titans from the Legio Mortis made earth-shaking groundfall to the west of the city and unleashed the awesome destructive force of their turboblasters and gatling cannon against the wall, pulverising battlements and causing granite to run like molten wax.

Battle for the Precentor's PalaceEdit

Wronde Veteran Squad

A World Eaters Assault Squad during the Battle of the Precentor's Palace

Eitholchin Heavy Support Squad

An Emperor's Children heavy support squad burn their way in from the upper levels of the Precentor's Palace.

The battle for the Precentor's Palace and its environs was a chaotic slaughter. The World Eaters attacked en masse, via Drop Pod assault, striking first as they smashed into the open plazas like a meteor storm, leaving the vast stonework colonnades and terraces a shattered wasteland. As thousands of World Eaters poured forth, they killed everything in their path, overwhelming the disordered garrison troops in a tide of howling violence, cutting down hundreds in mere minutes as they spread out like a swarm of devouring insects. As the din of carnage engulfed the city centre, a disordered roar born of countless screams, battle-cries, thunderous Bolter shots and the growl of uncounted Chainblades hacking into flesh, fresh golden-fire streaks slammed down into the planet's surface in tight order, aimed like a hunter's bolt at the Precentor's Palace. Rebuilt by Imperial military architects to be both an imposing symbol of Imperial authority and a last redoubt in case of civil insurrection, the Precentor's Palace stood as a tried and tested piece of military architecture designed to resist, if not defy, orbital bombardment.

The cordon of defence for the Precentor's Palace was built as proof against direct ground assault. It was a defence the Emperor's Children's attack plan fully intended to circumvent. With a precision landing vector few Legions could have matched, the Emperor's Children's wave of Astartes landed directly on their target, clustering around its sprawling scatter of entranceways and admission halls. With speed and ruthless force bred during the intensive training and pre-planning the III Legion was famed for, the Emperor's Children, already on top of the inner defences, fought their way into the Precentor's Palace from a score of entry points against fierce resistance, whilst Dreadnought siege-claws and Legionary Melta Guns hacked and burned new ways in from the level of the domed roof above.

The Siren HoldEdit

Chondon Despoiler Squad

The Sons of Horus assault the Siren Hold

Fire Cultists

Istvaanian Chaos Cultists attack the forces of the Imperium

Wrathe Berzerkers

World Eaters Legion Berserkers during the Battle of the Precentor's Palace

Cohors Nasicae-Personal Bodyguard

Captain Lucius of the Emperor's Children and his personal bodyguard fight their way into the depths of the Siren Hold

Across the city, with the sundering force of the claw-strike of a great predatory beast, the Sons of Horus Drop Pod assault descended upon the Siren Hold. Larger than the precincts of the Precentor's Palace, the Siren Hold was a scatter of great irregular conical tomb-spires, in appearance almost like deep ocean smoke-stacks, jutting hundreds of metres into the air. Scattered and under heavy fire from the outset, the Sons of Horus nevertheless rallied to the attack with their customary discipline and battle-lust, and the Siren Hold quickly became a tortuous, multi-storey killing ground, filled with shrapnel and smoke. It was here the Istvaanian Warsingers made their first appearance in strength. These psyker-witches were able to manipulate sound by the means of strange relic-technology to take to the air and surround themselves with bubbles of shielding sonic force. Their screaming songs were able to shatter the ceramite armour of the Space Marines and rupture the flesh and powder the bone within, and drove the warrior-cultists that defended them to inhuman levels of fanaticism so that they hurled themselves at the Sons of Horus heedless of the shredding Bolter fire that met them.

As the battle was fully joined, the death toll mounted staggeringly as a great paean of howling sound engulfed the Choral City, drowning out even the din and cacophony of battle -- an unnatural scream that tore at the brain and sent the people of Istvaan III into shuddering paroxysms of uncontrolled hatred. It was an auditory barrage that only the Space Marines' willpower and auto-sense-baffled armour allowed them to resist and fight on, regardless of the strange assault. At the western walls and trench works the Death Guard and the Legio Mortis had left the great bulwarks in rubble and now the Legionaries were brutally sweeping the bunkers and tunnel networks beneath clear of defenders, while in the plaza area the World Eaters were surrounded by a sea of slaughter. Whatever dark power drove the terrified populace suddenly drove them forwards towards their attackers, heedless of their lives as they came at the World Eaters, first in dozens, then in the hundreds and thousands. Unarmed and unarmoured, the screaming, laughing human waves recklessly came to Angron's already blood-spattered warriors to die, and the World Eaters were keen to oblige. As wave after wave came at the World Eaters they were pushed back by the simple overwhelming weight of human numbers. Warriors fought back-to-back, sending Frag Grenades into the mass of densely packed bodies and hacking and slaying until the ramparts were covered with dripping meat. The XIIth Legion's heavy support squads ran their weapons dry cutting great reaping swathes through the onrushing crowds with their Heavy Bolters and Missile Launchers.

In the tangled warrens of the Siren Hold and the inner walls of the Precentor's Palace, victory was being clawed from the enemy a metre at a time, but not without cost. The unnatural psyker-powers of the Warsingers slew many before they were brought down, and the elite warriors of the rebellion's inner-sanctum were encountered -- surgically modified and mutilated, clad in black vitrified armour and bearing strange and hitherto unknown relic weapons that spat killing blasts of sound or darts of liquid metal. Deep within the Tomb Spires, the Sons of Horus spearhead, under the command of senior Captain Garviel Loken, fought their way into a strange, corpse-filled shrine of foul idolatry, later named Death's Tomb, and slew the Warsingers there, while at roughly the same time, although having suffered heavy casualties, a small strike group of Emperor's Children under the command of the famed swordsman Captain Lucius fought their way into Vardus Praal's throne room and confronted the traitor.

Praal, armoured in twisted baroque splendour and wielding strange psycho-sonic weaponry, was indeed the master of this strange and arcane cult rebellion, but even his augmented might was not enough to best Captain Lucius, who slew him in desperate battle. Regardless of whether Praal's death served to cut the head off the serpent, or if the destruction of the vile shrine at the centre of the Siren Hold was its cause, the strange cacophony that had held sway over the city collapsed with Praal's death and with it the power that had maintained the Istvaanians' resistance was ended. Within hours the rebellion was in tatters with all of the invasion force's objectives secured and tens of thousands of the enemy dead in the wake of the assault. The victorious Space Marines were jubilant, their victory hard-won and well-deserved, but unbeknownst to them, disaster was about to strike.

BetrayalEdit

"Order the guns to fire," said Horus, his voice cold. "Let the galaxy burn!"
Warmaster Horus during the virus-bombing of Istvaan III
Orbital Bombardment

The virus-bombing of Istvaan III begins

Shortly after the battle for the Choral City had turned in the Space Marines' favour, all communications with the orbiting Imperial fleet had ceased and the Titans of the Legio Mortis began a silent and implacable withdrawal beyond the city walls into the empty plains beyond. With inexorable slowness the great Battleships and Battle Barges of the combined fleet -- Vengeful Spirit, Firebird, Andronius, Killing Star, Indomitable Will, Gauntlet of Spite, Warchild, and Conqueror -- descended into low orbit and began saturation bombardment of the planet. Orbital bomb racks bloomed and tiered decks of Macro-Cannon batteries unleashed torrent after torrent of shells downward into Istvaan III's lower atmosphere. The deadly cargo carried by these munitions was the Life-eater Virus, one of the most terrible Exterminatus-class weapons in the Imperial arsenal, and a weapon whose use only the Warmaster and the Emperor could have commanded. Dispersed by concussive charge from a thousand exploding munitions, the Life-Eater Virus began its work in moments, infecting and destroying, a rapidly-spewing necrophage which turned every living thing it came into contact with into sickening liquid rot. Human flesh sloughed from bones and screams were cut off as victims drowned in the decaying fluids of their own lungs. Plant life withered and melted into brown-black sludge as if time had turned it to the aged blight of years in mere minutes. Black gales of rot and corpse vapour moaned through the concrete and steel canyons of the cities, sounding the death knell of eight billion souls. Beyond the graveyard cityscapes, the wide plains and jungles collapsed into cankerous decay, while the oceans turned to greenish sludge so that to the warships of Horus' fleet high above it appeared that cancerous stains rapidly spread across the surface of the planet until it hung like rotten fruit against the blackness of the void.

Istvaan III died. The psychic shock of so many deaths at one time shrieked through the Warp, briefly obscuring even the constant shining pulse of the Astronomican. But the destruction was not over. An entire planet’s worth of decaying matter wreathed the atmosphere of Istvaan III in a thick shawl of combustible gasses. All it took was a single burning Lance strike from the Vengeful Spirit to set the planet aflame. In a second, the air itself caught light, ripping across the landscape in a howling maelstrom of fire and noise. Entire continents were laid bare, their landscapes seared to bare rock, their decayed populations vaporised in seconds as winds of fire swept across their surfaces in a deadly gale of blazing destruction. Cities exploded as gas lines went up, blazing towers of fire whipping madly in the deadly firestorm. Nothing could survive and flesh, stone and metal were vitrified or melted in the unimaginable temperatures. Entire sprawls of buildings collapsed, the bodies of their former occupants reduced to ashen waste on the wind, palaces of marble and industrial heartlands destroyed in gigantic mushroom clouds as the storm of flame swept around Isstvan III with relentless, mindless destruction until it seemed as though the entire globe was ablaze.

Those Astartes who had survived the initial viral attack by finding air-tight shelter found themselves consumed in flames as they desperately sought to find cover once more. But against this firestorm there could be no cover for those who had dared to brave the elements. By the time the echoes of the recoil had faded on the Warmaster’s flagship, billions had died and Istvaan III had become a dead planet. Horus had at last declared his hand and openly defied the Emperor, and so consigned the galaxy to civil war. He had also planned that the virus bombardment would destroy a host of Space Marines he could not trust to fight for him in the coming struggle with the Emperor, but as was soon to become apparent, his plan had failed.

Wrath and RuinEdit

"This Act of Heresy shatters all ties of kinship. Those I was proud to call Brother I now fight to bloody death. No quarter will be asked and none sought. These are the vilest foes we must fight. There shall be no peace, no rest, no succour until the face of Horus stares down from Traitor's Gibbet and all his Heretic followers are vanquished."
— Anonymous Loyalist, Istvaan III Atrocity

Even before the first treacherous blow was struck, Horus' grand plan had, unknown to him, begun to unravel. Before the virus-bombs fell, the impending atrocity had been discovered by several Astartes among the orbiting fleet who remained loyal to their Emperor and their comrades and who resisted. Chief among these was Battle-Captain Nathaniel Garro of the Death Guard, a Terran Veteran and one of the original recruits of the XIV Legion. Garro acted swiftly, rallying Loyalists to him and successfully commandeering the Death Guard's Heavy Frigate Eisenstein. Garro broadcast warning messages of the Warmaster's treachery to his Battle-Brothers on the planet's surface.

Saul Tarvitz Honour of Legion

Loyalist Emperor's Children Captain Saul Tarvitz

Elsewhere amid the Emperor's Children's fleet, Captain Saul Tarvitz, a line officer of his Legion who had long harboured deep suspicions about his Legion's growing secrecy and unorthodox actions, had uncovered the truth of the coming betrayal mere minutes before the onslaught was to begin. Powerless to prevent what was to come, Tarvitz stole a waiting Thunderhawk gunship and descended to the planet's surface, carrying his own warning of the horror that was about to be unleashed. Those that heard or passed on Tarvitz's warning took air-tight shelter before the virus-bombs struck.

The World Eaters on the planet's surface were the furthest from cover and suffered the worst of the initial bombardment. Some had reached the safety of the bunkers, but many more had not. Superhuman warriors fell to their knees as the lethal virus penetrated their armoured bodies, deadly corrosive agents laced into the viral structure of the biological weapon dissolving exposed pipes and armour joints, or finding its way inside through battle damage already suffered by the armour. Astartes screamed. The sound was all the more shocking for its very existence rather than for the horror of its tone. The Life-eater Virus broke down cellular bonds at the molecular level and its victims literally dissolved into a soup of rancid meat within minutes of exposure, leaving little but sloshing suits of rotted armour. Even many of those Space Marines who reached the safety of the sealed bunkers died in agony as they shut the doors only to find they had brought the lethal virus inside with them. When the firestorm began after the initial bombardment, those Astartes who had survived the viral attack by sealing their suits of armour against biological attack found themselves consumed in flames as they desperately sought to find cover once more. But against this firestorm there could be no cover for those who had dared to brave the elements.

Receiving no such warning, others were not so fortunate however, and many Loyalists and suspected Loyalists not assigned to the ground attack looked on in shock as the virus bombs fell, only to find knives waiting for their backs. Many resisted valiantly but, caught utterly unprepared for such perfidy, were destroyed. This fate not only awaited Loyalist Space Marines but others, including large numbers of human Imperial Army auxiliary troops, support staff, Imperial Iterators and functionaries who, caught up within the ships of the fleet, were massacred as the Legionaries loyal to Horus in their midst turned on them with merciless violence. Even here, however, not all went to plan and the "mere" mortals, in many cases underestimated by their superhuman Astartes betrayers, put up considerable resistance or fled into the bowels of the great ships and had to be hunted down at length, often carrying out campaigns of sabotage in the process.

During the orbital attack at least one torpedo-monitor, the Ducroix, remained in Loyalist hands and turned its firepower on the Traitor warships in a futile attempt to interdict the bombardment, destroying several Escort ships and inflicting significant damage on the Battleship Killing Star before it was ripped apart by Traitor fire. Having refused the order to surrender, the Mechanicus Ordo Reductor Galleass Xerxes 9-7-7, a vessel that had joined the fleet late and was not part of Horus' plans, also had to be shot down at considerable cost to its attackers, its disintegrating hulk descending into Istvaan III's burning skies and lost amid the flames consuming the world. As this was occurring on the fringes of the fleet cordon, the Heavy Cruiser Sunstone was the scene of a protracted on-board struggle. Here the sworn Lifeguard of the Terran Plenipotentiary, the renowned Duke Mortecher, turned what should have been a simple takeover of the ship by a delegation of the Emperor's Children and the assassination of the Council of Terra's primary representative to the Great Crusade, into a frantic deck-by-deck battle for control of the vessel. It is not known what was to finally occur aboard the Sunstone, but as the firestorm raged on Istvaan III below, the Terran warship suffered a catastrophic detonation in her forward magazine, leaving the Sunstone a splintered wreck.

Flight of the EisensteinEdit

"His dreams and hopes are in ruin, his trust proved false, and his brightest son fallen to darkness. These are bitter tidings, a nightmare made flesh, but they must reach the Emperor."
Nathaniel Garro, former Battle-Captain of the Death Guard
Endurance-Capital Ship

The Death Guard frigate Eisenstein

Garro-Hero of Istvaan

The "Hero of Istvaan," Battle-Captain Nathaniel Garro

As this maelstrom of confusion and destruction was unfolding, Battle-Captain Garro knew he must somehow make good his escape and bring word of Horus' perfidy to the Emperor. But Garro knew his lightly armed Frigate was no match against the powerful capital ships of Horus’ blockading fleet. At the time, the Eisenstein was close to the rear edge of the fleet pattern. The ship’s captain took the liberty of informing the fleet master’s office that they were suffering a malfunction in one of their tertiary fusion generators. It was standard naval procedure for a warship under those circumstances to drop back from the main fleet formation, to prevent other vessels being damaged in case of a cascade failure and core implosion. But the Loyalists knew that the ruse would not last for long. For they would be undone the moment they fired their main engines.

Realising something was amiss, Death Guard First-Captain Calas Typhon, in command of the massive Death Guard Battleship Terminus Est, moved to intercept the small Frigate when he had received no word from his usually boisterous subordinate Commander Ignatius Grulgor, who had been slain by the Loyalists aboard the Eisenstein. Typhon gave chase as the Eisenstein attempted to evade the guns of his formidable vessel. The Frigate sustained severe damage from the Terminus Est's massive guns batteries as it sped past. The crippled warship limped away from Istvaan III. It was severely damaged, and all of its Astropaths had perished in the firefight and the Loyalists' lone Navigator was mortally wounded. The ship was incapable of interstellar communication and had little chance of successfully navigating its way across the Immaterium to Terra, but Garro ordered the vessel to make a blind Warp-jump in order to save the lives of everyone aboard. The Eisenstein managed to break free of the Traitor fleet and escape at maximum thrust, managing an emergency translation to Warpspace that allowed it to flee the Istvaan System, its fate uncertain for its pursuers. This single act of heroic defiance was to alter the course of all that was to follow, but it would not be the only reversal of fortune the Traitors were to suffer.

SurvivalEdit

"We are the Sons of Horus no longer! That name has no meaning to us now. We are the Luna Wolves, Soldiers of the Emperor, and for him we will fight and if needs be, we will die gladly!"
Garviel Loken, Captain of the Luna Wolves, Istvaan III
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Captain Garviel Loken, commander of the Loyalist Luna Wolves survivors

As the firestorm far below guttered out, as it had been designed to do, surveyor-sweeps and Auspex beams were eagerly focused downwards from the orbiting fleets with the expectation of registering the charred remains of a dead and lifeless world, but quickly shock turned to rage for Horus. On the planet's surface had been nearly 100,000 Loyalist Space Marines drawn from the Sons of Horus, Emperor's Children, Death Guard and World Eaters Legions and they had taken Istvaan's Choral City with less than a tenth of their number as casualties. Although the full extent of their failure was not yet apparent to the Traitors, perhaps fully two-thirds of the first wave of Astartes had miraculously survived the bombardment, thanks to the warning messages they received from their loyal comrades in orbit. The Loyalists had found shelter in hastily resealed bunker complexes they had only hours before taken from the Istvaanian defenders, or found protection in the stormed bastions of the Precentor's Palace or in the kilometres of catacombs which threaded out from under the Siren Hold. Warned just in the barest of time, they had trusted to luck, to training, to wargear and the physiology of the Emperor's great design, and they had endured.

As the great rainstorms which came after the firestorm abated, communication channels crackled to life and frantic signals rippled across the surface of Istvaan III and stabbed skywards demanding answers, screaming defiance and spitting curses against those the betrayed had once called brother. Never in the history of the Space Marine Legions had there been such a terrible act of treachery and malice and the Space Marines on Istvaan III were incensed beyond reason, some driven to the point of madness by the reality that their own Primarchs had betrayed them.

Lord of WrathEdit

"And the sky burned, and the stars fell from the inferno, and with them came the angels, And they were armoured and arrayed for slaughter, and their rage howled across the ashes of the realm they had destroyed. And with them was one greater than all the rest, they his dead children and he was their maker. And those that remained amongst the ashes looked to the sky and knew that death was come upon them."
The Lucid Visions of the Oracle Menacus, Eighth Book, 64th Chapter
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Angron, the Red Angel, Primarch of the World Eaters Legion, comes to Istvaan III to slaughter the Loyalists

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Brother fights brother -- two World Eaters Space Marines attempt to kill one another in furious battle

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Styvath the Berserker, Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought of the World Eaters Legion

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Loyalist World Eaters survivors seek out fellow Loyalist survivors

In the wake of the failure of the virus bomb attack to annihilate the Loyalists, matters further spiralled out of hand. Even as Horus attempted to reestablish strategic control of the situation and order a second, conventional orbital bombardment, against orders and perhaps goaded by the response of those in his service, or as it has been suggested since, driven to grant the honour of dying by his own hand to those who had once served him, the Primarch Angron took matters into his own hands. Spearheaded by a wave of gunships and followed by a second Drop Pod wave, the World Eaters descended from their mighty flagship Conqueror with Angron himself and his chosen warriors at the fore. The Warmaster and his allies could only look on with outrage as the Primarch of the World Eaters made planetfall with a full 50 companies of his bloodthirsty Space Marines at his back, landing in the plaza areas to the west of the Precentor's Palace, hunting for their own kin with fratricide in their hearts. Their Thunderhawk and Storm Eagle gunships, strafing the now ash-strewn ruins, were met immediately with a sporadic return of fire, for they had found their intended prey.

The "Red Angel" roared from the belly of his gunship onto the blackened bones that littered the plazas like fallen leaves in a winter forest, his great Chainaxes Gorefather and Gorechild screaming in anticipation of the slaughter to come. His challenge was quickly met as storms of weapons fire licked out from the shattered cityscape to find him, but he strode through it heedless, like a monster of dark myth made flesh. Behind him his World Eaters formed up in a great arrowhead of pale ceramite and glittering metal, eager for the slaughter to come. The forbidden rage-inducing cybernetic implants, known as the "Butcher's Nails," that were dug into their brains screamed the need to kill with cruel and irresistible force. Inevitably, from the line of shattered ruins that edged the plazas, their Loyalist brothers came, no less World Eaters, no less consumed by rage, a rage now fuelled to greater heights than they had ever known by the bile of tasted treason. Brother-Captain Ehrlen led them, a warrior whose tally of victories had been long in the service of the bloody creature he now faced. With him were a force of Loyalist Space Marines some 2,000 strong, a core of World Eaters who had sheltered with their commander in nearby garrison bunkers to wait out the storm of what they had been told (for believability's sake) was an Istvaanian suicide bio-weapon about to be unleashed, the rest of their Legion contingent scattered far and wide across the cityscape. For Ehrlen and his men the truth had been almost too terrible to face, and here and now, confronted by two-and-a-half times their number of those they had once called brother and the Primarch to whom they had pledged their lives, all set against them, it was simply too much. A homicidal madness overtook them and they determined to drag down as many of their former Battle-Brothers into death as they could claw and cut the life from.

Both sides charged headlong at each other. Without tactics and without reason they charged into the arms of death, crashing against each other like competing waves of force. In moments, hundreds were slain as superhuman matched spite and fury against superhuman. Ehrlen was overwhelmed by dozens of World Eaters and dismembered, still spitting curses at those he had once called brothers, while charging Traitor Dreadnoughts exploded in the converging furnace heat of multiple Melta blasts, showering shrapnel and flame across the battle lines. In the carnage that ensued, a truth that was to become a bitter reality for years to come sprung fully formed into the reckoning of war; when Astartes fought Astartes, the usual Imperial logic of battle, of superiority of force, of an enemy's morale broken, of belligerents weighed and found wanting, no longer applied. Instead, matched in power and weapons, armour and skill, and above all in the unshakeable resolve to fight, the result was an appalling stalemate of expended force and savage attrition. Battle would now be characterised by superhuman bodies hacked and blasted until they could take no more, of weapons emptied in wrath and battle plate pulverised by not one blow but a score's counting before its wearer succumbed, but succumbed with the foe's blood on their hands as well. This would be a war in which no victor would escape the battle unscathed.

In the slaughter of the Choral City plazas where 7,000 World Eaters smashed and butchered each other in a frenzy of violence, it would be the Traitors' numbers which finally turned the tide, that and the presence of their bloody lord. Angron was a machine made for killing, an unstoppable engine which sent torn bodies and shredded limbs tumbling away in looping arcs of crimson blood and spraying sparks of rent metal. He careened like a thunderbolt back and forth through the clashing press of armoured bodies, destroying everything that stood against him, shrugging off blade-strokes and Bolter shell strikes as if they were the mere bite of insects, roaring his challenges and calling out the names of the worthy dead his axes reaped. The killing continued until there were none left to kill and the ravaged victors, their once-white-and-blue armour now a gory red, stood amid a morass of shattered bodies, the filth of blood and clotted bone-ash around them like a spreading strain across the world.

Upon viewing the horror that had been wrought, Angron is said to have exclaimed, "It is well done!" He then ordered his World Eaters to spread out through the city and seek more survivors to kill. So began the true bloodshed of the first inter-Legionary war, the first battle in the Imperium's history when its greatest defenders, the Space Marines, turned upon themselves in battle without quarter asked or given. Such was the shocking betrayal, the pain and price of treachery so great, that there could be no respite or relenting in such a battle, only bitter hatred and bloody vengeance.

The Traitors StrikeEdit

"There is no failing I cannot turn to a component in my victories. Angron has decided to turn Isstvan III into a ground assault -- I can consider this a failure and limit its impact by bombing Angron and his World Eaters into dust along with the rest of the planet, or I can forge a triumph from it that will send echoes far into the future."
— Warmaster Horus
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The Warmaster Horus is incensed with his brother Angron's unplanned ground assault

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Traitor Sons of Horus Legionaries engage Loyalist survivors

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Traitor Emperor's Children armour column engage Loyalist forces

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Loyalist Emperor's Children employing a Rapier Laser Destroyer against a Traitor armour column

The Warmaster was incensed with Angron's disobedience and disruption of his carefully laid plan to eliminate the Loyalists with a minimum of casualties, a plan now almost in ruins. In retrospect it is clear to see the invidious position the World Eaters Primarch had placed Horus in. He could have continued with his preparations for a second orbital bombardment and carried it out, firing on both the Loyalists and Angron to punish him, but that at best would see the World Eaters' fleet turn on Horus' allies and start a second civil conflict the Warmaster could ill afford, and at worse, leave Angron alive and an enemy. No, there were far too many Loyalists left on the surface to leave to the World Eaters, and if they were not attacked soon they would become dug-in and organised, and therefore infinitely more dangerous, while orbital bombardment was no longer a viable option. Horus was committed to the fight and now had to forge victory from disorder. So it was that Horus had no choice but to back Angron's headlong assault, and the general order to prepare for a ground attack was given across the Traitor fleet.

Once the die had been cast for a brutal war on the ground, the Arch-Traitor Horus appeared to have made a decision to turn the situation to a wider advantage in regards to the loyalty of those that had pledged to fight at his side to usurp the Throne of Terra. Rather than utilise a single Legion to press the attack to the Loyalists' destruction and spare his other forces intact for later battles, he chose instead to employ each and every division at his command to some degree in turn. In this Horus clearly showed his wider grasp of the greater scale of war to come, ensuring every element of his command was bloodied in the field against their former comrades, with the deaths of the Emperor's Space Marines laid squarely at their door. With this pact sealed in blood, there could be no going back for those that had turned against the Emperor and no forgiveness, only final victory or death.

The Emperor's Children under their Lord Commander Eidolon were next to deploy, no doubt smarting over the actions of the Loyalist Saul Tarvitz and keen to redeem themselves in the eyes of the Warmaster. With typical precision and exacting patterns of deployment, the Traitor Emperor's Children selected a scorched-flat area that had once been an open market and park a few kilometres south of the Precentor's Palace for their staging area. No sooner had Eidolon's taskforce dismounted their conveyers then he ordered his forces to immediately precede in column formation to the Precentor's Palace with the intention of taking it by storm and overwhelming what he clearly assumed would be a disorganised and broken group of survivors. Meanwhile, further World Eaters support forces started to land, preparing for a lengthy battle of attrition, while Death Guard and Sons of Horus gunships began to conduct reconnaissance sweeps to the northwest and south of the Choral City, respectively, searching for Loyalist survivors amid the still-burning ruins, firing on targets of opportunity and dropping off Seeker Squads and outriders to hunt down isolated groups of Loyalists still reeling from the planet-killing attack. Within hours, however, it became clear that this would be no simple mopping-up operation for the superior Traitor forces.

Eidolon's column found the Precentor's Palace staunchly and expertly defended by the Loyalist Emperor's Children forces who Eidolon had arrogantly underestimated. Instead of succeeding in a storm assault, his column came under heavy fire and was blocked from even reaching the palace walls and forced to retreat, leaving dozens of damaged and wrecked vehicles in its wake. Further attempts to send infantry squads through the ruins fell afoul of hastily set-up but effective redoubts and pre-arranged ambuscades, hurling his men back bloodied and without gain. Elsewhere, the use of roaming gunship detachments had proved equally ineffective; Auspex sweeps in the burning, tangled ruins could provide no more than a vague indication of enemy concentrations, while the vast blasted cityscape was a perfect haven for the enemy to lie in wait and loose missiles and Lascannon blasts at the low-circling aircraft, the particular vulnerabilities of which were as completely familiar to the Loyalists as they were their Traitor attackers.

Worse, one Sons of Horus Storm Eagle returning to the bay of its mothership, the Strike Cruiser Minotaur, after displaying the proper codes had conducted a suicide attack inside the launch bay, Voxing its intentions to, "...avenge the blood of Terra" before ramming itself into a line of rearming gunships, Lascannon blazing, wreaking carnage and killing a full company of Horus' Legionaries in the process. Comm-channels and Vox-codes already switched when the attack began were hastily being changed once more, causing further disruption as the Minotaur incident added to a death toll that was already rising rapidly and shockingly in the Loyalists' favour.

War of AttritionEdit

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Ancient Orbital pict-capture of both the Traitor and Loyalist forces' disposition during the inter-legionary conflict that raged on Istvaan III following the virus-bombing

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Traitor World Eaters Assault Squad looking for Loyalist survivors amongst the ruins of the Choral City

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A Traitor Sons of Horus Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought attacks Loyalist survivors

As night fell, the debris and dust thrown into the upper atmosphere by the planetary firestorm began to descend, the bleeding heat of the dying world birthing fresh continent-spanning rainstorms which ravaged the tortured air of Istvaan III and closed over the Choral City with renewed force. Hurricane-force winds drove great torrents of still-hot ash through the ruined canyons of city-blocks and tombstone structures peopled with the dead, while thunderous volleys of lightning played havoc with Vox-transmissions and Auspex surveys. Flight was virtually impossible and the surface all but cut off from the fleet. While the first stage of the plan, the separation of the Loyalists, had proved successful, the second phase was approaching unmitigated disaster, a fact that must have been readily apparent to the master-tactician that Horus undoubtedly was. Yet even masters of their craft, post-human and human alike, are subject to the whims of chance and action. The virus-bombing of Istvaan III had ultimately done nothing more than slaughter billions of innocent bystanders and turn Istvaan III into a hellish warzone of rubble, ash and storm which massively advantaged the defender while it vexed the attacker in turn.

The overconfidence of the Emperor's Children had brought failure, and Angron's World Eaters had dispersed into the northern city in an uncontrollable and untrackable horde. Probing sweeps by Traitor aircraft had done little but suffer casualties, and revealed the scale of the Loyalist resistance and their bitter resolve to fight. The vicious fighting on Istvaan III saw the outnumbered Loyalists seeking to equal the strategic odds in their favour by dragging their enemies into conflicts in built-up areas and ruined landscapes where the full panoply of their Traitor foes could not be brought to bear upon them at once, resulting in running battles through corpse-strewn streets and shattered habitation blocks, blackened by fire and ash. Hundreds of hostile contacts had been flagged right across the sprawl of the shattered city, with particular concentrations identified in the northwestern zones, the Precentor's Palace area and the lethal tangle of the Siren Hold district. Horus and his commanders must have had no doubt that under the cover of darkness and the storm the Loyalists were on the move through and underneath the ruins of the Choral City, through catacombs, sewers and tunnel networks, consolidating, organising and fanning their lust for vengeance to a murderous heat.

What was to come was to be a gruelling war of attrition where air power would count for little, and even though Horus had the Titans of the Legio Mortisat his command, he could not risk them in the city-ruins while the storm raged, blinding their scanners and defeating their advantage at range. Days became weeks as the tempest went on all but unabated, and beneath its cover, bitter close-quarter battles were waged between Loyalist and Traitor in the ruined city, the forces almost evenly matched in numbers. In the gaunt frameworks of habitation blocks and in the fetid darkness of sewer networks thick with corpse-waste, Space Marines battled Space Marines unto the death. The Traitors could only reinforce their assault piecemeal thanks to the storms, and during the worst of the climatic upheaval were forced into supplying munitions by Drop Pod if at all.

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Former Sons of Horus Captain Garviel Loken, displaying his defaced former Legion's iconography

In the wrecked industrial zones of the southern city, armoured columns of Vindicator and Predator tanks made grinding progress, battling block-by-block against brutal infantry counter-assault and suffering a toll exacted by Loyalist snipers and heavy weapons teams hidden in the twisted morass of factory ruins and toppled smoke-stacks.

In the twisting shadows of the Siren Hold, warriors who had once proudly displayed the colours of the Warmaster and called themselves Sons of Horus defaced their armour and heraldry and reclaimed the name of the Luna Wolves once more. Their leader was Captain Garviel Loken, once a hero of his Legion and commander of its 10th Battle Company, and formerly part of Horus Lupercal's inner circle of Astartes advisers and friends, the Mournival. Singled out by the Traitors for his unwavering loyalty to the Great Crusade and its high ideals, Loken had been betrayed to his death on the surface like the rest, but now rose to the mantle of general and leader, coordinating resistance in the eastern and southern sectors of the city and masterminding a mobile defence of counter-thrusts and hit-and-run attacks that stopped his erstwhile comrades from employing the lethal encirclement tactics at which they excelled.

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The Loyalist Ancient Rylanor, "The Unyielding", the Emperor's Children's Ancient of Rites

Again and again Eidolon's Emperor's Children attempted to take the great granite bulk of the Precentor's Palace, only to be hurled back by Captain Tarvitz and his warriors, displaying implacable resolve and tactical excellence in their defence of the shell-shot edifice and its precincts. The palace was now further reinforced with recovered heavy weapons and patch-repaired vehicles claimed from the spoils of Eidolon's first failed attacks, and with the Loyalist Emperor's Children fought the mighty Ancient Rylanor, a Dreadnought of the III Legion, and to them he was like an undying icon of past glory and honour the Traitors had so hatefully cast aside. Many times was the Venerable Dreadnought thought lost, only to rise again from the rubble and fire his weapons to punish those who had betrayed the Emperor whose name they bore. The Traitors' attacks against the palace were further blunted by the need to guard their own flanks in the dust and darkness, as roving war bands of World Eaters, mostly Loyalist but some perhaps merely uncaring of their "allies" lives, attacked from the ruins and rubble, slaying and plundering arms and munitions before being cut down by disciplined fire or disappearing victorious back into the darkness.

To the northwest, the Death Guard Loyalists faced the direst situation of the battle. Although heavily dug into the Istvaanian III bunker networks, trench lines and the screening city walls, and well-supplied with arms and munitions taken from the underground vaults of the planetary defence armouries, they were caught between the wrath of two implacable foes. From the inner city came Angron and his World Eaters, hammering again and again against their defences, hacking their way into tunnel networks heedless of casualties taken in the breach and leaving everyone within a red ruin of flesh and shattered ceramite. Beyond the city wall Mortarion, as implacable and relentless as Death itself, had braved the storm and landed the great relic-assault ship Omen amid the howling gales. Showing far more respect for the foe he faced than the Traitor Emperor's Children had, Mortarion had the Omen's turret guns sweep the ground clear, smashing the nearby trench networks and bunkers flat so they could provide no hiding place for a Loyalist ambush before unleashing its cargo. In defiance of the hurricane and the darkness, the Death Guard marched forth in ordered ranks, accompanied by the Legion's behemoths of war, including Spartan heavy assault transports and Fellblade and Typhon super-heavy tanks. The Traitors then began their systematic and relentless attack with the Reaper-Primarch marching slowly at their head, grimly counting the slain.

DecimaEdit

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Magos Reductor Calleb Decima of the Ordo Reductor

Five or perhaps six kilometres north of the ruins of the Imperial starport, under the shroud of the storm in the far reaches of the city, something else stirred beneath the drifts of ash and rubble. Unseen and undetected amid the howling winds and coruscating flashes of lightning, a great brazen orb slowly grinded and rotated itself free of the blackened earth. The upper structure of the orb finally came apart hours after it had first started to emerge, opening like a huge inverted clockwork flower with bladed bronze petals. The orb was revealed at last for what it was although there was no onlooker left alive nearby to recognise it, a Siege Crucible of the Ordo Reductor. Launched into the firestorm coruscating across the surface of Istvaan III during the dying moments of the Loyalist Mechanicum Galleass Xerses 9-7-7, the crucible's design and function was very much like that of the more advanced patterns of Space Marine Drop Pod, although it was both considerably larger and more heavily armoured. It was this durability alone that had allowed it to survive its plunging fall and bury itself like a bullet in the earth of Istvaan III rather than shatter to fragments on impact. Regardless, mere flesh, even that of Space Marines, could not likely have survived the projectile's impact, but its occupants were not mere flesh. They were the Magos Reductor Calleb Decima and his bodyguard cohort of cyborg Thallax, and to them the destruction of the Traitors would not be a matter of burning hatred, but cold, ruthless logic.

The Traitor's DawnEdit

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Traitor Death Guard Legionaries dismount from a Rhino armoured transport as they battle Loyalist Death Guard

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A pict-capture of a Land Raider Proteus whose Terran crew turned upon the Traitor Death Guard during the battle known as the "Veil of Grief"

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Traitor Death Guard march on their former comrades' positions

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First Captain Ezykyle Abaddon and his elite Justaerin arrive to bolster the Traitor forces

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A Traitor Sons of Horus Fellblade super-heavy tank fires upon the surviving Loyalists

Nearly two full solar months had passed on the dead hulk of Istvaan III when at last the great thunderstorms began to wan sufficiently for the Traitors to recommence significant landings of reinforcements and munitions once more. The months had seen the attacking forces bled for each city-block and kilometre of rubble they took and rough estimates put the death toll as high as 20,000 on the Loyalist side and perhaps twice as many of the attackers had been slain. Loyalist resistance still commanded the Precentor's Palace despite the best efforts of the Emperor's Children and the World Eaters to take it by storm, while Loken's Luna Wolves still dominated the sector that surrounded the Siren Hold as their killing ground.

To the northwest, however, the Death Guard's implacable advance had caught the Loyalists between hammer and anvil, and steadily forced those that could not fight their way clear into an ever smaller pocket of resistance. And that noose was tightening. The only reversal for the Traitor Death Guard had been the rebellion of some of its heavy siege armour, whose crews bore loyalties to those their Primarch now called enemy and either refused to fire on their former comrades, or who in some cases turned their Siege Cannon on Mortarion's Traitors or Angron's World Eaters instead. It was notable in hindsight, and perhaps would be a telling factor on Istvaan III, that a proportionately high number of Death Guard Legion war machine crews were of Terran blood by the time of the Atrocity. The resulting blood fiasco devolved into a five-hour running battle, known by the Death Guard who survived it as the "Veil of Grief" during which the legendary resolution and discipline of the XIV Legion broke down for a time.

Traitor and Loyalist became lost in a maelstrom of battle, firing on friend and foe alike. The Traitor Death Guard Marshal Durak Rask and his command squad were slain to a man by the Loyalist Crysos Morturg's Destroyer Squad, and the Death Guard Primarch himself is said to have suffered hurt, burned by plasma fire from a Predator tank in his own Legion's livery before he and his Deathshroud bodyguard hacked it to pieces. Only by issuing the order to withdraw and regroup did Mortarion bring the debacle to an end, although the respite had bought time for a force of Loyalist Death Guard to escape before Mortarion's grasp tightened again around the Loyalists.

As the storms faded, fresh companies of Traitor Legionaries, tanks and heavy armour made planetfall on the outskirts of the Choral City in substantial numbers, and the Loyalist Death Guard enclave was the first to suffer as Mortarion poured his Legion's strength into the area. What Malcador heavy tanks salvaged from the Istvaanian defence armouries and turncoat armour the Loyalists had assembled proved no match for the forces ranged against them and were soon swept aside by Fellblade squadrons and long-range fire from the Titans of Legio Mortis. Now in complete command of the field and surrounding the Loyalists' last redoubts, the Traitor Death Guard came on in wave attacks, their Tactical Squads so densely packed they advanced shoulder to shoulder across the torn-up ground, Bolters blazing in unison. The Loyalists did not give up, however, despite the insurmountable odds they faced, manning their few captured artillery pieces until they ran their munitions dry, and matching the storm of incoming fire as best they could until the barrels of their own Bolters glowed like hot embers and the barrel-shrouds of their Meltas cracked and buckled from over-use. It was all to no avail and the Death Guard Legion overcame the Loyalists' barricades and trench works like a black tide and drowned them. What few Loyalist survivors remained retreated to their last stand, deep into the lowest reaches of the sub-surface defence tunnels and collapsed the passageways behind them. But the Traitors had prepared for such eventualities, clearing the way with Vortex charges and Hades drills. Mortarion himself came for his former brethren in the darkness.

Above ground, the assault was renewed in earnest, and the Warmaster unleashed his wrath. A Sons of Horus taskforce 30 companies strong and led by First Captain Ezykyle Abaddon and his elite Justaerin Terminators landed to the city's southwest with heavy armour support. They immediately set about crashing through the burned and blackened tenements they found there in ever widening circles, flushing out and destroying any pockets of Loyalist resistance they encountered. With the attack now fully underway once more, great orbital conveyors began to land fresh maniples of Titans from the Legio Mortis and the Legio Audax to reinforce those that had sat out the great firestorm and the terrible hurricanes untouched beyond the city, darkening the skies of the west. In the shadows of these colossal landers, a rag-tag assortment of stranger craft followed: black insectile gunships descending on columns of azure flame and battered civilian lighters with hulls bedecked with human body parts and daubed with strange symbols shuddered on the ground. From the first came black-robed Hereteks of the Dark Mechanicus bearing macabre weapons, robotic spider-skulls scuttling before them and multi-headed battle-automata, each large enough to dwarf a Legiones Astartes Dreadnought, grinding after them in their wake. But as outlandish and sinister as these Dark Mechanicus war machines undoubtedly were, the wasted, scarecrow figures that issued from the charnel bedecked lighters carried with them such a palpable aura of horror and sickening power that even the hardened Space Marines drew back warily where they walked. They were the Witch-Priests of Davin's Serpent Lodge and the taint of the Warp hung heavily around them like an unseen, worm-ridden shroud.

The tide was quickly turning and while the Loyalists had held out thus far, the advantage was now the Traitors' to lose. They had their former brethren outnumbered and vastly outgunned, and were able to leverage their superiority of arms at last, while every dead Loyalist Astartes was now a loss the defenders could not afford. The mathematics of slaughter had now swung decisively in Horus' favour.

ExterminationEdit

Last StandEdit

"Our names may be forgotten, and our bones crumble to dust, but our deaths will echo through the millennia to come."
— Captain Saul Tarvitz, words spoken in the hours before the fall of the Choral City enclaves
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Traitor World Eaters armour column searching for Loyalist survivors in the Choral City

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Traitor Death Guard search the surrounding ruins warily for signs of life

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The Traitor forces assault the Precentor's Palace following the deadly barrage by the Titans of the Legio Mortis

Bloodied but unbowed, the Loyalists prepared to meet their deaths. Against them the Traitors massed in vast numbers and once the last assaults began the death of the Loyalists was certain. With the balance of power in their favour, the Traitor forces prosecuted their attack with renewed vigour, moving through the ruined city in a thrust towards the Precentor's Palace, relying on overwhelming force to overcome any pockets of defence they encountered on their way. Before them they sent in pave-way strikes from Avenger strike fighter wings and Thunderhawk gunships, showering areas judged to be likely strongholds with high explosives and raking cannon fire to try to pin the Loyalists in cover and prevent them from scattering or withdrawing ahead of the attack.

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Traitor World Eaters breach the Precentor's Palace

Thousands of the Warmaster's Space Marines, Death Guard, World Eaters and Sons of Horus, were on the move, streaming through from the landing grounds beyond the broken city walls in a vast crescent formation supported by hundreds of Rhinos, Land Raiders, and Predator tanks. Jetbike Sky Hunter squadrons and Land Speeders screamed through the air, circling the Traitors' flanks, searching for targets and wary of ambush. And looming over all came the Titans of the Legio Mortis and the Legio Audax, two full battle maniples of Warlord and Reaver Battle Titans with a dozen Warhounds in support. At their head was the Dies Irae, an Imperator-class Battle Titan looming head and shoulders above its brother war engines, striding high above the tallest ruin in the city, its footfalls shaking the ground, splitting the tortured cityscape like thawing ice underfoot. Against such firepower, nothing could stand, and no sooner was a likely point of resistance encountered then the Titans unleashed their wrath upon it, detonating whole city-blocks in clouds of dust and flame, and melting the metal hulks of industrial plants to glowing pools of slag. Such was the awesome power of the Titans' unleashed weapons as the column advanced, that the vibrant flashes of their weapons fire were visible even through the cloud layer from orbit above.

Fall of the Precentor's PalaceEdit

"This is the day; this is the hour..."
— Shabran Darr, Last recorded vox transmission, Istvaan III Atrocity

As they approached the high-sided curtain walls of the Precentor's Palace, the Titans were met with the Traitor Emperor's Children force already laying siege in an another attempt to storm the vast compound and being answered in turn with defiant volleys of Loyalist Lascannon and Bolter fire. The Princeps of the Legio Mortis had clear orders and cared nothing for which of the forces were Loyal or Traitor. With a single deafening blast of their war-sirens the only warning they gave to Eidolon's command, the Titans opened fire. The curtain walls of the Precentor's Palace had been constructed by the Mechanicum's siege-enginseers to withstand the fury of a world risen up in revolt, and though now pitted and mauled by firestorm, shot and shell they still stood, but would do so no longer. Volcano Cannons roared and Turbo-Laser Destructor clusters spat arcs of searing light and the battlefield was engulfed in a bellowing fog of black smoke and roaring flames. Into the darkness the gargantuan war machines, like wrathful primordial gods, armoured in sable and deep crimson, poured their combined fury and the Space Marine Legionaries around them could do nothing more than hold back from the fearful display and wait for the storm to pass. When the deafening barrage ceased at last and tumbling dust settled over the attackers like a fall of grey-black snow, the destruction the Titans' weapons had visited was revealed. The great curtain wall facing them was gone and a jagged spill of smouldering debris was left in its place. Beyond the broken walls the great dome that covered the inner precinct had crumbled and fallen, and the towers and manses within were toppled and crushed like broken toys. The Titans howled again in triumph, and this time were answered from the massing packs of the World Eaters as Angron bellowed the ordered to charge. All that remained for the Loyalist survivors trapped in the ruins was to sell their lives as dearly as they might.

During the long, drawn-out war of attrition, the Loyalist Emperor's Children Captain Lucius came to resent his friend Captain Tarvitz's role in their success against the enemy and the respect he commanded from the other Loyalist Astartes. With deceit in his heart, Lucius contacted Lord Commander Eidolon and promised to deliver Tarvitz -- and break the Loyalists' defences -- for the Warmaster in return for being accepted back into the good graces of the corrupted III Legion. Eidolon accepted the swordsman's proposal. In an act of the basest betrayal, Lucius slaughtered a group of 30 Astartes who were defending the Loyalists' lines to open the way for the Traitors' final assault against their former brethren. Lucius succeeded in this assassination with the aid of Captain Solomon Demeter of the 2nd Company of the Emperor's Children, who had also remained a Loyalist and realised too late that Lucius had tricked him into attacking a group of fellow Loyalists. Lucius slew the wounded Demeter just after he realised with horror the full extent of his mistake and Lucius' betrayal. With his place restored in the ranks of the Traitors, Lucius then challenged Tarvitz to a one-on-one duel to finally determine who was the better warrior. Tarvitz emerged the victor, but Lucius fled the battle and returned to the arms of his Traitor Legion, having fulfilled his side of the bargain.

Last Stand of the Luna WolvesEdit

Abakhol Warrior Squad

Traitor Sons of Horus Legionaries attack their former brethren in a last effort to wipe them out.

Grogor Assault Squad

Traitor Sons of Horus Assault Squads attack the upper levels of the Siren Hold

As the main Traitor attack column was storming the broken holdfast of the Precentor's Palace, in the northern and southern sectors further assaults were taking place to break the back of the Loyalist resistance and hunt down the scattered survivors in the ruins. Against Captain Loken and his Luna Wolves, their former brothers the Sons of Horus under the command of Ezekyle Abaddon mounted their own attack in force, under explicit instructions to return victorious or not return at all. Mounting their attack from multiple directions at once, the Siren Hold came under attack from land and air. Caestus Assault Rams smashed into the upper tomb spires along with flights of Jump Pack-equipped Assault Squads descending from gunship troop bays to take the heights where the gun emplacements and sniper roosts of the Luna Wolves had been set up in defence. At ground level the cityscape trembled before a cluster of armoured spearhead formations, heavy Spartan and Land Raider tanks smashing a path through rubble-piles and barricades alike, the foremost painted not in the sea-verdigris of the Sons of Horus, but the night black and tarnished bronze of the Legion's 1st Company Justaerin elite. The tank spearheads smashed their way into the tangled cemeteries, soaking up the returning fire that flared up to meet them, and punching through shrines and toppling statuary with blasts of Lascannon fire in reply. Despoiler Squads, eager for blood, Chainblades revving and grenades primed, ran headlong in streams out from the wake of the tanks, dodging and weaving towards the defenders' positions, marking them out by the muzzle flash of their enemies' weapons, heedless of their own fallen.

The Luna Wolves lacked nothing for courage in the face of their hateful foe, but they were hopelessly outgunned and outnumbered, and their ammunition reserves were low. Some sought to fight free and scatter if they could, for on this day survival itself was a great victory against fearful odds. Others, some injured, cut off or simply too tired and bitter in spite to retreat, stood their ground before the onslaught and brought time for their brothers with their lives, firing to the last bolt shell and the last drop of their blood as the Justaerin Terminators stormed the barricades of broken marble and tomb-sepulchres, smashing aside stone cerements with Power Fist blows and raining hails of bolt shot and blazing plasma on the last few hold-outs within. The Siren Hold fell within an hour, but hundreds had escaped and First Captain Abaddon, victory ashen in his mouth, stalked the ruins, hurling insults and threats of death at those who had failed to close the trap in time. Regaining his composure, he ordered his forces to break up and search the city while he set the Dark Mechanicum and his own Destroyer Squads the task of running down any that had fled below. Soon canisters of burning Phosphex were being emptied into the air vents and catacombs that ran below the Siren Hold, while covens of Davinite witches and Chaos Cultists used their own dark arts to hunt the wastes and rubble for the living.

During the subsequent manhunt for Loyalist survivors Abaddon and Horus Aximand confronted Captains Loken and Tarik Torgaddon in the ruins of a burned-out building somewhere in the ruins of Choral City. In the subsequent battle, Little Horus defeated and slew Tarik Torgaddon in single combat in the blasted ruins of that planet's former capital while Loken fought bravely against Abaddon, but was eventually critically wounded, and lay helpless in the subsequent final orbital bombardment of the planet by the Warmaster's fleet, which would bring the resistance of the Loyalists to its end.

As the darkness of true night once again fell over the city of the dead, the only light was the stabbing beams of search lamps methodically sweeping the skeletal remains of the city, with the promise of death following in their wake. The only sounds were the immense grinding tread of the Titans stalking through the ruins and the intermittent sounds of gunfire echoing like phantoms through the empty waste of rubble and bone as Traitor found Loyalist in the darkness. The death of Istvaan III had entered its final, murderous phase. It could no longer be called a battle, but was instead a manhunt; the harrowing, cornering and destruction of the most dangerous prey, but prey now nonetheless, to its extinction.

The Tide of WarEdit

The Vengeful Spirit

The Sons of Horus Capital Ship, Vengeful Spirit prepares to unleash a final orbital bombardment against Istvaan III

Time waits for no mortal nor Primarch, and though the Loyalists had been defeated and cast into the role of the hunted on Istvaan III, the last remnants stubbornly refused destruction, and the price Horus had paid in warriors and weapons to achieve the deed was heavy. The lingering shreds of the Loyalist forces on Istvaan III had no chance of escaping and its total extermination was now no longer a luxury the Warmaster could afford. At last Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children, had rejoined him, but the news he bore was unsettling. Time was no longer on Horus' side, new plans needed to be laid and acted upon with haste if the Emperor were not to discover that Horus and his allies were moving against Him. The time for forging allies to his treachery was over; the time to act was now or else risk losing everything. With bitter bile the Warmaster ordered a retreat from the surface of Istvaan III, leaving a cemetery in his wake, charging Fulgrim and Mortarion to drag Angron from the planet's surface if needs be. In departing, Horus ordered the guns of the Vengeful Spirit turned once more upon the carcass of the Choral City, not with virus weapons but conventional warheads, and pulverised its ruins flat before leaving Istvaan III a corpse-cinder in the wake of the Traitors' progress. The bombardment of the planet triggered tectonic convulsions: the earth trembled, fissures opened in the ground, and buildings toppled even as Legion brothers fought one another under the collapsing roofs. Across Istvaan III, in ever-shrinking circles of defiance, the last Loyalists of the four Traitor Legions died under the blades of warriors who had once been their brothers. But they died knowing they had taken a blood price from those who had betrayed them. Calth, Signus, Prospero, already the contagion of war and massacre was spreading, but for Horus, the next goal of his campaign to become the new Master of Mankind lay not in a distant system, or even yet on Terra itself; but at Istvaan V and the bloody harvest he would reap anew there.

AftermathEdit

"The matter was decided long before the first shot was fired, long before the Warmaster fell, long before the Imperium rose from the ashes of the Age of Strife. It was not a moment in history, it was a fulcrum in human destiny. We were fighting that battle when we first kindled fire and sharpened stone. We are fighting it still."
— Excerpt from the suppressed Neo-Terran Credos
Istvaan III planet

The Dead World of Istvaan III in the wake of the Traitors' virus-bombing

The shockwaves of the Warmaster Horus' perfidy in the Istvaan System would be felt for millennia. Istvaan III was reborn in plague and fire, and its surface became a scarred and ruined graveyard of civilisation. The Life-Eater Virus unleashed at Horus' command and the subsequent firestorms swept the surface of Istvaan III, leaving a realm of ash and smoke scattered with the twisted carcasses of burned-out hives and dead cities. For their part, the Traitors had needed to eliminate the Loyalists swiftly, and ensure that their treachery remained a secret. Thanks to their perfidious attack, the Traitors had the initiative and a chance to use the cloak of false loyalty to prepare a decisive series of attacks against the Imperium. But the Warmaster's perfect plans were dashed by the rash actions of a brother Primarch and those within the Legions under his command who were still loyal to the Emperor.

Hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned, the Loyalists held out against the overwhelming might of the Traitors and the evil of Horus. Every day the battle on Istvaan III dragged on increased the chance of discovery, and bled the Traitors of the resources they would need to strike against the Emperor. But in the end they still died, but they did so as Astartes -- Space Marines and loyal warriors of the Emperor. They had extracted a grievous blood price for the Traitors' victory and in doing so they dealt the Warmaster's newborn rebellion a grievous wound. With the blade of civil war drawn and wetted with the blood of brothers there was no turning back, and as word finally reached the Emperor, thanks to the brave actions of Battle-Captain Garro and the valiant crew of the Eisenstein, the fires of vendetta burned in the hearts of those utterly loyal to the Imperium. There could be no relenting and no forgiveness, only war!

Captain Saul Tarvitz had discovered the perfidy of Horus' plans and willingly placed himself in the line of fire as he bravely flew down to the surface of the doomed planet to bring warning of the impending slaughter to his fellow Loyalists. By doing so he had managed to save two-thirds of the entire force of approximately 100,000 Loyalist Space Marines. Tarvitz, a formerly unremarkable line officer, had transformed a planned massacre into a successful guerrilla war, confounding even the great Horus' best laid plans. In this he was instrumental in the survival of the Loyalists through the virus-bomb attack and in mounting a cohesive defence against the Traitor attack, and in this perhaps also ultimately contributed directly to the outcome of the wider war. Tarvitz, along with his fellow Loyalists of the Emperor's Children Legion, apparently met their final fate on Istvaan III.

Despite the traitorous actions of his Primarch, Captain Garviel Loken not only managed to survive the treacherous virus-bombing and firestorm, but he also rose swiftly to the mantle of leadership of the surviving Astartes under his command. Casting aside their former identity of the Sons of Horus, they proclaimed themselves Luna Wolves once more, and extracted a heavy toll of dead on those they had once called brother. Despite his epic confrontation with his former Mournival brothers, Loken had somehow survived his grievous wounds and witnessed the final orbital bombardment of the Choral City. Instead of viral weapons the Warmaster utilised high explosive to bring the city down and put a final, terrible exclamation mark at the end of the Battle of Istvaan III. It was a final epitaph that left no one in any doubt as to who had won.

But by some twist of fate, or through the will of the Emperor, Loken did not die in the bombardment. Months later, Loken would finally manage to dig himself out of the rubble of the devastated capital. Unfortunately, Loken's mind had been broken by the trauma of the betrayal and his wounds and he had lost both his memory and his identity. Instead, he took up a new role and named himself "Cerberus" after the hound who guarded the gates of the Underworld from ancient Terran mythology, because he believed that death had rejected him. Loken was the "monster" who now haunted the burnt and broken ruins of Istvaan III for over a Terran year, killing the other survivors of the betrayal, believing himself to be the last Loyalist Space Marine in existence.

Istvaan-III Mass Graves

The mass graves of Istvaan III

Loken would eventually be found by Battle-Captain Nathaniel Garro, formerly of the Death Guard Legion and now a Loyalist Space Marine in the special service of the Emperor after his escape from Istvaan III. Garro had returned to Istvaan III with the express purpose of searching for Loken as a recruit to join the organisation that Malcador the Sigillite intended to found on the Emperor's orders that would later become the Imperial Inquisition.

They encountered a handful of survivors who spoke of a beast that hunted them. Taking matters into his own hands, Garro went to the lair of the so-called beast of Istvaan III, and on discovery of the long-dead corpse of Tarik Torgaddon, he was attacked by the unkempt, nearly-psychotic "Cerberus." After a lengthy battle, during which Cerberus escaped, Garro and his companions discovered that the human "survivors" of the virus-bombing of Istvaan III were in fact Daemonhosts who had been transformed into undead Plague Zombies of Nurgle when the virus-bombing had weakened the barrier between the Immaterium and the material universe on Istvaan III, allowing the Plague Lord's influence to reign supreme. Garro and his Loyalist Astartes managed to defeat the foul creatures with the aid of Cerberus; however, once the undead had been destroyed, Garro and Cerberus once more faced one another in mortal combat. It was during this final fight that Garro managed to reach through the amnesia and fractured awareness of Cerberus to the core of the good man that remained deep within his psyche, reminding him of who he truly was, and that the Emperor still had a use for him in rooting out the corruption that was staining the Imperium. Aware of his true identity once more, Garviel Loken joined Garro and his team. With his assemblage of warriors now complete, Garro and Loken left Istvaan III for Luna to receive their first mission from Malcador the Sigillite.

SourcesEdit

  • Black Crusade: Core Rulebook (RPG), pg. 26
  • Codex: Chaos Space Marines (3rd Edition, 2nd Codex), pg. 5
  • Deathwatch: First Founding (RPG), pg. 91
  • Horus Heresy: Collected Visions, pp. 73, 75-79, 81-82, 228-232
  • Imperial Armour - The Horus Heresy - Book One: Betrayal, pp. 38-59, 79, 97, 109, 129, 139, 143-167
  • Realm of Chaos: Slaves to Darkness, pg. 240
  • Galaxy in Flames (Novel) by Ben Counter
  • Flight of the Eisenstein (Novel) by James Swallow
  • Fallen Angels (Novel) by Mike Lee

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