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Happy birthday Konor! (30-01-2025)

“Vanitor writhes with corruption, and the roiling warp storms that ravage its surface bring vast hosts of Daemons into reality. The Imperium’s vital astropathic relay now acts as a beacon to the creatures of the warp.

Chaos forces had taken Vanitor early in the war for the Konor System, slaughtering its unprepared Imperial defenders with ease. By maintaining the furious momentum of their planetary assaults, the followers of the Dark Gods had managed to keep their foe staggered and confused, and unaware of the potential cataclysm that was brewing upon the isolated wilderness world. Yet the growing psychic disruption caused by its tormented choir of astropaths could not be masked for long. Finally freed from the apocalyptic wasteland of fire-ravaged Nethamus, Imperial fleets made for Vanitor at top speed.

Having been unsuccessful in their attempts to starve the Konor System into submission by destroying Nethamus’ food production capability, it was vital for the Chaos forces to maintain control of Vanitor and its twisted psychic beacon. Vast armies of Heretic Astartes, mortal cultists and corrupted war machines flocked to the planet, establishing a fearsome network of fortifications and killing zones. Led by the Daemon hunters of the Grey Knights, the Imperial armies crashed into these defences, blasting them apart with ceaseless barrages of bunker-breaking artillery, and relentless assaults by infantry and towering war machines. The loyalists were buoyed by their victory upon Nethamus, and were reinforced and well supplied. The sheer sledgehammer might of the Astra Militarum’s tank regiments ground millions of cultist defenders to bloody paste beneath their relentless advance, and even the elite Heretic Astartes were sorely pressed by the sheer ferocity of the attack. It was only the endless seeping of daemonic entities into reality, drawn like sharks to blood by the power of Vanitor’s psychic emanations, that sealed the doom of the Imperial forces.

The Lion smiled as the massed armies of skitarri, Dark Angels, Salamanders, and oddly enough Harlequins pushed back the encroaching hordes of chaos. Adeptpus mechanics holy relics. Their Ordinatus’s were firing from the top of hive Hallentia, in the distance an enemy war machine fell. Massed formations of knights and air wings were pushing out ahead of the lines of Astartes reaping a bloody toll before the entire formation pulled back to the defensive lines and began refortifying and rearming. 

The Lion was proud at how his angels had preformed specifically his Ravenwing. A tell tale cough was heard only by the primarch as one of the many vindicares hidden amongst the hives towers found a target of opportunity some distance away. 

With a turn his torn and scorched cape trailing him the Lion returned to his makeshift command post. The enemy would attack again and soon but they would be ready. 

“Astaramis will not fall.” The Lion willed it so.