Belisarius Cawl looks over Olympus Mons, an odd sensation of suppressed memories and echoes of long forgotten emotions “Hatred? Disappointment?”
Olympus Mon, greatest of Mars’ forges, was a place of great achievements. The seat of power for the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the throne of the Fabricator General. Once so mighty, now a shadow of its former glory.What a terribly wasteful, autocratic government Olympus Mon has become – a place where ideas go to die!
Belisarius would never step over the great forges threshold again, unless…
Lucky for Olympus Mons, many more important galactic spanning events required his attention.
With a galaxy-traversing rift splitting the Imperium into two, so many Forge Worlds find themselves isolated and under siege from external forces.
Belisarius concluded the time was right to set forth on a crusade! It is time to push back the foes of Mars and retake the Imperium.
Hideous xenos like the cursed Eldar, relentless biomass of Tyranids and those upstarts from the eastern fringe – the Tau. All needed to be put back in their place.
Monstrous daemonic incursions from the Rift must be fought back and totally defeated.
Even forces that should be loyal, who should know better, have been effected by the great madness released with chaotic rift. “Space Wolves” space marines, borderline mutants and very possibly heretics. It was time they all were purged!
Forge Worlds would be liberated for the Omninssah, enemies of the machine god defeated. Balisarius Cawl would see this done.
