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I named the ship honour of calipth, and Liberian Romulus but your welcome to change that.

Before we all start writing, I said the 3 companies of the New Order Hunkered down in the Western Hive and began evac procedures. I said this before I had any info on said Hive. Where did I just put the New Order?

Hassel grove on gallor prime?

That one has 10 titans, and ultra marines plus some cadians deployed to defend in this new battle.

The other hive is on another planet the templers are purging at current. This ones gonna delay there arrival at gallor prime.

So we have: Siege Experts, the best Astartes known to man, and one of the Imperiums best trooper legions coming to defend this Hive with assistance from 10(!) Titans? Seems legit

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
So we have: Siege Experts, the best Astartes known to man, and one of the Imperiums best trooper legions coming to defend this Hive with assistance from 10(!) Titans? Seems legit

Yeah forgot a good sized force of tech guard being deployed as standard support for titan oporatations.
That place is very well protected lol
Titans are 1 warlord, 3 reaver battle titans and 6 warhound scout titans. The as much fleet also has knights but that would be insane amount of hardware being landed in one place...

Is it cool if I throw in my Space Marines too?

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Is it cool if I throw in my Space Marines too?

-imitates shia lebouf- DO IT

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
So we have: Siege Experts, the best Astartes known to man, and one of the Imperiums best trooper legions coming to defend this Hive with assistance from 10(!) Titans? Seems legit

I deliberately made the exact number of the big mek horde unspecified so that it would be an appropriate fight for whoever shows up to defend, looks like there is going to be quite a few stompas and gargants plenty for everyone to share, lol. I'm actually think it would be cool to see this battle play out from different perspectives, the same battle through different eyes.

 chazz huggins wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
So we have: Siege Experts, the best Astartes known to man, and one of the Imperiums best trooper legions coming to defend this Hive with assistance from 10(!) Titans? Seems legit

I deliberately made the exact number of the big mek horde unspecified so that it would be an appropriate fight for whoever shows up to defend, looks like there is going to be quite a few stompas and gargants plenty for everyone to share, lol. I'm actually think it would be cool to see this battle play out from different perspectives, the same battle through different eyes.

Be a big fight, I created the titan legion but feel free to use them or die heroicly crushing orks in glorious battles worthy of Valhalla for all involved.

Should we get writing or are we still discussing? Because Im unsure what to do first

Well I'm writing my bit but I need to tidy up my second half of the hive chaos rebellion before I can start on this new chunk.

Ok I just story boarded the "How far we have fallen" blurb. Will start writing now

Map in progress, will post tomorrow with UM planetfall into battle.

Gallor Prime burned.

Every inch of its surface was blasted apart, the hive cities and the plains that had once shaped it now blended together in a sea of debris and fire.

The Remnants’ assault had been like a hammer descending on an anvil. Their drops pods had burned brightly in the grey skies, as if heaven’s fiery tears were raining down upon the planet below. They smashed into the ground, the hab-blocks, a few even managed to hit the higher spires of the hive cities. The smoke from their rough landing had not yet lifted when the fallen marines charged outwards, furiously roaring as they descended on all they could find.

Ork. Imperial. Traitor. All were put to the torch, their corpses piled in heaps as crude effigies to whatever gods the marines prayed to.

The battles against the Orks were perhaps the most brutal, each side slamming into eachother like waves in a storm, the ebb and flow of battle playing out in the streets. Neither side gained the upper hand for long, for there were always more enemies to find around the corner.

Here and there, interlopers intervened in the conflict, Deathwatch scouts picking off those unlucky enough to walk into their crosshairs, Eldar units ambushing unsuspecting enemies in carefully planned ambushes and raids, and so on. The confused PDF soldiers barely knew who to shoot at first, most opting to shoot first and ask questions once the dust settled.

Even now, as the battle for the surface raged and coiled, more forces were drawn to Gallor Prime, like moths to a flame. Some burned before even setting foot on the planet itself, the fire consuming the surface lashing outwards and erasing those caught in it from the face of the universe. A few lumbering giants hung over the inferno, launching bullets and bodies into the hellscape below. Others chose to circle the planet and those fighting on it like vultures, envious eyes observing the other’s movements, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Somewhere, deep within the burning mass of broken hives and abandoned factories, scattered all across the world, several individuals made their way to their objective, each burdened with a mission, the success of which could change the outcome of the war…

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Kor Maeron, Lord Apostate of the Remnants, walked through the ruined buildings of what was once a great Manufactorum. His Terminator armour made the ground tremble with each step, the sound of his footsteps echoing between the abandoned ruins that reached high towards the sky.

The sky itself was yellow, orange and red, as if the clouds themselves were on fire; the brutal war that was being waged here left nothing unscathed, not even the air itself.
He turned his eyes back towards the buildings in front of him, carefully noting the great numbers that were written on them. Blocks GZ-23 and GZ-25 lay in front of him, Block GZ-24 was nothing more than a smoldering ruin between the two. It was in one of these blasted ruins that the people he was looking for were residing.

At least, according to the intel he had been provided with.

Not that he had reason to doubt the Sorcerer; he knew his craft well, exceptionally so, even. Kor Maeron couldn’t even remember the Sorcerer being wrong in his predictions, and he had served alongside the Thousand Son since the day the Remnants were formed.

Which meant his quarry would be in Block GZ-25, in what once was the great factory hall. Cultists, they were, not terribly effective but annoying enough to pose a problem for the Imperials. They were led by a lunatic who claimed he was blessed by the gods himself, or was a god himself; whatever he told them, the others were stupid enough to believe it.

Kor Maeron had been sent to recruit them, alongside several other cults, to serve as… ‘expendable resources’, as Lord Breacher had so eloquently put it. Truth was, the Remnants were horribly outmanned by the Imperials and the Orks, so every body they could place between them and the enemy was a gift from the Gods themselves.

Such a task would have been beneath most of his Legion-brothers, to do something as mundane as converting the dumb and foolish. They would rather send out an acolyte than tire themselves out with preaching to a flock of meat shields.

But Kor Maeron did it with a smile, revelling in the opportunity to show the weak what true power was. To open their eyes to the Truth, the glorious Truth of the Dark Gods, and to share with them the gifts of the Primordial Annihilator. It pleased him to be allowed to do so once more, even if it meant marching through a blasted wasteland for days to get to his victims.

As he reached the gate entrance to Block GZ-25, he leaned back and put his full force into a heavy kick which tore the entire gate off its hinges and sent it flying into the room.
A group of shoddily-dressed men and women shouted in surprise, practically stumbling over each other as they reached for their guns. A man with an absurd pointy hat started shouting orders to the others, threateningly waving with a machete to get his troops into line.

Kor Maeron patiently waited for the cultists to prepare themselves, observing their panicked looks and fearful expressions. He paid special attention to the leader, who had now turned himself towards him, and strode at the Word Bearer with an expression of pure malice on his face.

“Who dares enter my sacred domain!”, the leader shouted angrily, his mad eyes focusing on Kor Maeron.

Kor Maeron smiled, leaving a few seconds between the question and the answer to add a bit more tension to the situation. Oh, how I’ve missed this.

“My name is Kor Maeron, Bearer of the Word and Dark Apostle in service to the True Pantheon”, he spoke, a great smile stretched across his face. “And I am your new master.”

“Like hell you are! Shred him to pieces, my children! The gods will reward us greatly for his sacrifice!”, the leader shrieked, several autoguns hastily taking aim at the crimson giant.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Kor Maeron spoke threateningly, his voice alone causing most of the cultists to freeze completely, some even wetting themselves in the process.

“It could end…badly. For you, that is”, he continued, his eyes carefully sliding over the assembled rabble. I’m supposed to lead… this? Even Gorgyron’s zombies were a more threatening force than these fools.

“Hah! You can’t touch me, bastard! I AM A GOD!”, the mad cultist leader roared, as he launched himself towards the Word Bearer, swinging his machete at the Astartes’ throat.

Kor Maeron sighed as he sidestepped the first swipe and rammed his fist straight through the leader’s flimsy excuse for armour plating. The leader gasped in shock, blood pouring out of his mouth as he realized his end was approaching much quicker than he had wanted. The machete slid out of his hand, clanking on the floor as his body slumped downwards, held up mostly by Kor Maeron’s arm, which was still deeply embedded in the man’s innards.

Kor Maeron slowly tilted his head towards the dying man, and whispered ever so softly:

“Gods do not bleed.”

The dying man’s face turned into a horrid grimace, his mind crushed and his body rent asunder, and he passed away knowing that he had been but an insignificant worm in the grand scheme of things.

Kor Maeron pushed the body off his arm and wiped some of the blood off of his gauntlets, before turning towards the rest of the cultists again. He didn’t need to look at them to know what they were thinking right now; the smell of recently emptied bowels hung in the air like a suffocating blanket.

“Anyone else wishing to challenge the will of the Dark Gods?”, Kor Maeron cheerily asked to the terrified cultists, who promptly threw down their weapons and went to their knees, most sobbing and pleading for their pathetic lives to continue just a while longer.

Kor Maeron smiled.

Soon, you will be begging for death instead….

The grey hairs on Fyragh's neck stood straight. Ozone flooded his olfactory senses. Teleportation. Risky as it was accomplishing said a task alone, but with ten Terminators and a Contemptor with the High Judge? The thought of it bordered on suicide let alone the act. How easy it is to mishap somewhere in the Immaterium and be turned into a toy of the evil that lurk there.

Fyragh feared none of this. He was High Judge of the New Order. Prosecutor of Traitors. His brothers looked to him for guidance and wisdom. He would, no, could not possess fear for he was not human, but Astartes: the greatest beings in the galaxy bar the Immortal Emperor. He shall know no fear.

Fyragh opened his eyes. They were no longer aboard the Warpath Crucible. They were on the world Gallor Prime. The war torn Hive planet Inquisitor Raela dragged them to. How Fyragh hated the Inquisitor, words cannot express. He always had trouble understand why the Chapter Master enjoyed her company so much.

"Jury... Report in." Furagh voxed to his brothers. He was answered 9... 10 times. "Executioner, has the Emperor protected you as the others?" the Judge voxed urgently to his ancient Brother-Dreadnaught. No reply was met. Emperor damn warp travel Fyragh thought angrily.

The High Judge made haste to locate his brothers amid the ruins of whatever damned Hab district they were sent to. When his High Court was assembled, minus the Executioner, Fyragh moved as quick as his Terminator brethren could follow. They stopped when the bodies start piling up in mass.

Fyragh could have guessed they were bodies, but in their current shape they were naught but butcher's meat waiting to be packaged. An entire district... massacred in a single spot. It took several more minutes before the High Judge noticed it formed the blasphemous sign of the Dark gods.

"By the God-Emperor... Their killers have not left," Brother-Juror Hekim snarled at the shadows. Shadows that the High Judge wished were empty.

"By order of the Holy Emperor, I demand the traitor dogs to show themselves so they may be sentenced!" Fyragh bellowed to the concealed Traitor Astartes. Shadows began to move and churned before they birthed the glistening red warriors that wielded Chain weapons in the broadest sense. The High Judge finished his speech before pulping one with his Crosius, "The Jury has found you guilty of treachery against the New Order and the God-Emperor. Your sentence is death!"

Fyragh's Jury moved in unison to combat the horde of Berserkers that opposed them. Power glaive met chain sword and axe in a wicked display of sparks and broken chain teeth. The berserkers fruitlessly kept up pressure on the Jury only to get impaled or scythed in half with brutal effectiveness. For the Jury it was a one sided battle from conception. For the High Judge though, it was another story.

He was running. Not out of fear, but after the one called Dezmon. The Traitor. The fallen son of Dorn. Fyragh, in the heat of things, cast off self-preservation in favour of ending the Traitor. One too many times, he ran into Dezmon's traps: heavy bolters pitted his armour at one junction; flamers attempted to incinerate him in an alley way; he lost an arm to hastily summoned bloodletters, but the High Judge kept at the heels of his accused. His chase ended in a former cathedral of the Emperor, now devoted to the dark gods.

"Show yourself coward!" The High Judge demanded of the shadows. He looked over all the broken pews and at the somehow un-desecrated mural of His most high. His eyes wavered to the shadows. They called out to him. Begged him to join them and the dark gods. Faces twisted and writhed in them, forming silent screams Fyragh could only hear in his mind. They were the faces of the lost and the damned, the ones Fyragh could not save. Fyragh roared out for Dezmon once more, this time, agony laced hiss voice, "Face me Traitor!"

The High Judge had neither the time nor skill to turn and parry the sword aimed at his primary heart. The daemon hellblade slid through Fyragh's armour like knives through wet facial tissue. It only stopped when it was at the hilt.

"Khorne greets you, dog," Dezmon chuckled. The High judge dropped his Crosius and gasped. Blood dripped from his mouth into his helmet. His only arm grasped futilely at the sword that impaled him. With his dying breath, Fyragh looked at the corner of his heads-up-display. There was a line of binaric chatter that was translated after the High Judge was gone.

"The Remnants told me of all the Loyal dogs of the Emperor that were coming to this planet... I never thought I'd have the chance of killing one of their Alphas!" Dezmon laughed maniacally and let Fyragh's body fall to the floor in a crunch of armour and marble. The fallen Imperial Fist only had a short time to laugh before a massive power fist grabbed his upper body.

"ORDER TO THE CHAOS!" the Contemptor war-cried so loud it shattered Dezmon's retinal lenses. Brother-Dreadnaught Morcai, Grand Executioner of the New Order, grabbed Dezmon's leg with his free hand and tore the Traitor in two. He cast the bottom half away and dropped the top to his feet. "The God-Emperor finds you unworthy of forgiveness," Morcai condemned and ground the traitors upper body to paste.

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"Brother Morcai... You said that you saw the High Judge die, but the Jury says you did not make warp travel... How do you explain this?" Chapter Master Taihkromn Ryus asked the Contemptor.

"I cannot, Chapter Master... It was the Emperor's will I assume," the Executioner replied blankly.

>Incoming Transmission

>“You have your orders, the High Lords demand you stop the rape and pillage of The Emperor’s lands. The vile Xenos Orks have defiled that section of the galaxy for too long. You will crusade for the >Holy Terra"

>"Lord General we have already established the following forces for your crusade, you must use your political pull and sway to get the rest for your crusade. You shall have the Cadian 121st Infantry >Corp, >Frosian 7th Infantry Corp, Forsian 11th Calvary Company, Garmoil 3rd tank battalion, and Battlefleet Sadirum. We also grant you the Woliverines Valiantand all their resources; they have already >established a bridge head into the system and await the Imperial Guard to garrison worlds. "

>"Your mission is simple, purge the Charadon System of any and all Xenos and deliver the worlds, resources and civilians back into the fold Lord General Kruger Zonand. Fail and you shall meet the >Emperor’s mercy.”

>Transmission received

>Awaiting response.

>Awaiting response.

>Awaiting response.

>Transmission acknowledged.

>Awaiting reply.

>Awaiting reply.

>Awaiting reply.

>Awaiting reply.

>Reply sent.

>"The Aurora Chapter is coming".
>"The Xenos shall know our wrath".
>"May the Emperor have mercy upon any who dare stand in our way for we will not".

>(Estimated time to arrival: 7-12 days) [Note: Reply sent 4 solar days ago]

===========THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: OFFICIAL! THE GRAVES OF WARRIORS WHO HAVE GIVEN THEIR LIVES FOR THE EMPEROR NOW OUTNUMBER THE STARS THEMSELVES!===========

This is pretty much the same post from earlier but I've decided to update it a little bit and add some extra missions as they pretty much all were taken a few hours after I posted them lol, plus I love writing them. I was not sure if the new players knew about our number system yet, to randomize the success and or failures of our missions. Please send a random number to our impromptu GM Righteousrob he will let you know if you kick ass or trip over your own shoe laces.

"inquisition orders sir" the vox crackling as interfence from the bombardment was still high

"Dang Tangir, Gallor prime, Target orders, and the usual threats and rubish. Order the fleet to be ready to depart, we will sort the out quick and dirty and then move with all haste to the new planet. tell mechanicus to be ready to garrison the upper and lower foot holds, they will have to do the job as the new target takes priority."

"orders, Operation Hammer blow to begin in 30 minutes. all forces to deploy in whatever state they can best get int to. its fethed up but inquisition orders require us to move fast as we can to a new planet" The marshall cursed privately after closing the channel to all the marines on the ground, this one would be very risky but could end this fight in a single blow.

Thunder hawks rose from the pads shaking off ice as the hot engines blazed like stars in the darkness, they would be climbing higher than was safe deep into the cold belt where the tach marines considered operations undeuely hazardous, temperatures near the target would threaten even a space marine and the ice was even harder than below, Doors where sealed, heaters turned up to high as the would go and yet as they rose up the cold began to tell, oils spilled on the deck began to become sluggish and freeze. "dead zone, 1 minute" chimed in over the internal comms. still 10 more minutes to climb, up here the engines where slower and took longer to push vs the winds which howled. Many Marines silently prayed, others checked war gear for the nth time, each dealing with the situation as best they could. no one liked this mission, but no one would refuse it, Brave fearless but even a space marine was not a a fool.

Spikes hammered into the ice as a volley of melta rounds blasted a landing zone into the icey walls, Marines feeling the cold even in there armour, Tech marines wasted no time in boring into the ice to the hives heart. Melta charges would cut through the walls and allow them to deploy into the very heart of enemy lines. the cold could kill up here, winds could throw you to your death. speed was of the essence. The heat wave was a blessing, for a few seconds the cold was gone and the ice sheered off armour, past still glowing metal the vanguard could see the hive, the breach was a success.

Corporal Jones was guarding the upper hive, the attacks had slowed down, something was up but the defenders now so whittled down did not have the numbers to push deeper, lost ground was lost and the few scouts they had could find little to explain what was going on, a Blast of cold suddenly caught all, "what the frag is going on captain"
"nothing planned, something must have breached the hive walls, Private pike get on the vox and find out what the hell is going on, Walker get the amasac from the bunker, its going to get cold and it will keep morale up"
Gunfire, explosions, something was going on deeper in the hive, Hopefully there on our side.

Marines burst through the breach, Traitors taken by surprise where cut down by massed bolter fire, Missiles ripping apart the crude bunkers and flamers sent entire squads screaming as the dark gods reaped what they where owed, though the traitors where not green, quickly second waves began to dig in to fire bases and the shock was soon wearing off as brutal men beat the men into battle lines, crude auto guns, but several hundred of them could still do alot of damage. "Task force, stage 2, deploy" the Marshall voxed as down below in the lower hives fast attack teams of land speeders, aircraft and assault troops began to engage hit and run attacks on dozens of different targets across the city, gates, comms, ammo dumps and supply lines soon where in chaos as black smoke diffted over head, the Calling card of many rapid strikes.

The Marshall and the elite of his force drive a wedge deep into the traitor lines, smashing aside the hastey lines of men to the suspected forntline hq, though before the strike could hit home a new threat emerged, lumbering beasts once oyrgens where now courpted and mishapen, huge muscle and unnatural durability as dozens of bolter impacts failed to even register, the few plasma shots caused one to stagger but soon rallied and continued forward. "Purge the unclean" as the two lines met in brutal hand to hand, chains words tearing deep into the beasts bodies but yet they fought on, loss of limb a mere minor delay, finaly the Marshall met there true leader.
"witch, now i see your magics and trickery, a coward, face me and meet your end" roared the Marshall as he charged, shield up, warp lighting striking it, wards and belessings held as his blade struck, but the blow did not carry as it was halted inches from the witches neck,
"you dumb brute, do you not think i am above such base combat" the witch cackled in a voice ful of malice as the Marshall was thrown backwards, landing and rolling onto one knee in a defensive posture.

"Suffer not the witch to live" as again as he rose,pure faith preventing the twisted thoughts and suggestions from swaying, blanking out the dread images of him piled among his dead as mental warding and sheer Templar drive repealed the mental attacks, "your tricks will not effect me, i have faced fear, now you will die"

The charge was mad, but this time his anger and faith was raging, strength and combat stims filling his body, driving him onward as pain wracked him, unnatural and dizzying visions where flashing but yet he carried on. the sword raised as he brought it down upon the witchs twisted skull pulverizing it into a shower of gore and bone. collapsing down, even for a marine the attack was draining, such power had taken its tole, and the stimulated chemcials not fight it forever. as the next wave was about to close on him black flashed by, Chaplain vargos leading his honour guard in the charge cleaving one of the beasts in two with a single blow.

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The battle was over as the Marshall sat down on a large rubble block at the Guard lines, 12 had fallen but the traitor organisation was falling apart across the entire hive, Vargos came up, his Armour dirty and saluted, smiling as he removed the skull helm. Close shave karak, good job i was there in time, by the emperor that took some strength, sure you where not destined to be a chaplain"
"Vargos, you know me, im to damn stubborn die, good job there, that witch was powerful though, those chaos bastards are running now"
"aye, they are, reports say we lost a land speeder, but casualties where light for such a risky mission, ive given the orders and the tech guard will be landing on the ice pad to reinforce this place within the hour, the hive can hold till reinforcements arrive from the other cities."
"good, ready for evac soon as we can. and we can grab a ferassion ale when we get back, well deserved and earned this day"


The battle was over and the hive is secure, onto Gallor prime.

Map coming soon, after I finish painting. In the mean time, I'd like to join the Templars in huning down this Biker. Seems like a good way to join bonds.
Deathwatch will hunt the dragon (which is awesome fluff btw.)

Templers may be a few days off allor prime but there coming, and bring lots to righteous anger to vent

the objectives are freeing the slaves and the sisters so any help is welcome as plenty or orks to kill. the defense of the hive i think is near so they can link up mid way and help each other after killing all the orks in between, only a minor annoyence for space marines lol

And here is the map! If your faction isn't on this, I do apologise, and will update as soon as possible. All placings are not exact, just approximate.

Red dots are Hive Cities, Blue dots are Manufactorums or Refineries, and Yellow dots are Points of Interest.
As you'll notice, the entrance to the vault is not placed, as it hasn't been directly discovered by anyone yet.

oops... I forgot to add the Insignia of the new order into my fluff...

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
oops... I forgot to add the Insignia of the new order into my fluff...

Relax, I kinda did a bit of a leap. Assuming the purple colour and bronze trims, I just edited a BT logo to have those traits. If you want it changed, I can do that too.

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
oops... I forgot to add the Insignia of the new order into my fluff...

Relax, I kinda did a bit of a leap. Assuming the purple colour and bronze trims, I just edited a BT logo to have those traits. If you want it changed, I can do that too.

Imagine a smiley face. The eyes and nose are white four pointed starts and the mouth is a white cresent moon. Now take that and tilt it to the left. New Order insignia

Think I got it, updating map now. You're above my Ultramarines, if you can't find it.

nice map, you happen to be a graphic designer in real life SGT Smudge?

there simple, but resized, you did all the little details and such. scaled the grids etc. Yes rough but there good for the task at hand. Quick work but there right for the job.

Exiting the Warp and entering the material world always made Willusch’s augmented lungs sing. He much preferred time in the warp back on the Vengeful. He and his brothers would converse with demons and conceive plans on how to bring their wrath to the Imperium. Captain Gessart had no idea what he had set in motion when he spared his men from the death of Helmabad. The gifts that were stowed upon, the future they would have and the destruction they could sow for their new found Gods. The blue of his Avenging Sons shoulder paid long painted over and gone but always their in his memory. Of the lives they were supposed to have forfeited for the Imperium, all because “it was the way”. He would always been in Gessart’s debt for saving them and setting their minds free.

Now though, through the years the battles had taken their toll. Much of the 3rd company remained from that day but still each loss was substantial. Mixed through the old Avenging Sons, surprisingly keeping the same name as it made sense, were Imperial Fists, Ultramarines and Raven Guard. Now though Librarian Zacherys had for seen the perils which would fall on Gallor Prime. The vault and what lay within were not of the Avenging Sons concern. They were here to recruit, knowing the cults that were popping up would serve as fodder and slaves to take back to the warp but more for the Space Marines which were sure to give up hope and see the true power of the Dark Gods.
Willush’s squads would test the Hive of Eastwatch and take their way onwards. Captain Gessart and the rest of the company would remain aboard the Vengeful waiting for the chance to strike and pick up the recruits. Willusch could not wait to be off this world and back into the Warp, the Warp held his friends. The Warp held the demons.

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
Think I got it, updating map now. You're above my Ultramarines, if you can't find it.

good enough