Warps is many things, but merciful its not. Crew of the The Anathema's Grasp were voyaging to an imperial outpost, when their ship was intercepted by a forming warp storm, hardling through the warp, shields bearly holding against assault of deamons. Their path being obscure as the warp storm seeks to confuse their navitors, a desprate move was made as a planet with a zero warp presence invision by their Prognosticator.
Their navigation set, they made a gamble this warp void world would save them from the warp chaotic energies, and deamons hungering for their souls. This was gamble which could be the end of their voyage but their very souls depended on it.
They descended to this world, hoping for survival. There arrival though didn't go unnoticed, however as beings from another demension descended to with this world were monsterous in their own way.
Their beginnings were from the end. These beings will shape this New World.
Their navigation set, they made a gamble this warp void world would save them from the warp chaotic energies, and deamons hungering for their souls. This was gamble which could be the end of their voyage but their very souls depended on it.
They descended to this world, hoping for survival. There arrival though didn't go unnoticed, however as beings from another demension descended to with this world were monsterous in their own way.
Their beginnings were from the end. These beings will shape this New World.