Introduction and Setting

This is a chronicling of a Warhammer 40,000 Crusade campaign, begun in August 2020.

THE SETTING

Setting: The planet of Durance, an armory-world in Segmentum Obscurus. Once a mustering and supply point for fleets en route to fortify the Cadian Gate, Durance was cut off from Segmentum command and the Imperium as a whole when the Great Rift erupted. In its isolation, Durance has fared better than many Human worlds in the Imperium Nihilus. The planet spins in ominous silence, neither troubled by invaders or relieved by any news or visitors from the rest of the galaxy. This silence will not last.

SEASON 1 FACTIONS

Xenos Acquisition Fleet 9-1 BYRGENWERTH
1080th Cadian Armored Column, "Treadheads"
Shades of Altansar
Waaagh! Orkvez

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