>>5564577"When we aren't surviving from a siege or trying to get the city systems to be decent- I wouldn't know. I have been fighting my whole life. From the crowds and the audience I haven't gotten to enjoy much until the day of broken chains. I have been trying to take up some hobbies. Fishing is peaceful, so is this strange hobby that our brother taught me."
"Ah- the pirate king of De'lormosa, what hobbies does he have?"
"Don't let him hear you call him that- he is the toughest fight I ever had. He prefers Privateer. Also he seems to be more of a tinkerer- but he showed me fishin and surfin."
"Surfing? What is that?"
"Wave riding. You get on a board and ride waves. I am trying to master it, but it is easy enough to learn."
"In that port down there? Seems a bit challenging looking."
"We have different spots for it. Maybe I should show you around the city or give you a brief tour of the area before maybe a feast?"
"I would enjoy that."
Which first?
> Take Fulgrim to the waves and the outskirts.> Show Fulgrim the city> Show Fulgrim the people. > Write in--
Magnus
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The planet was as dark as the deepest despair and hollow of all light and any beauty.
There was no knowledge to be gained here.
This planet even after multiple bombardments to soften it up, was filled with strange powerful xenos that were, also black, as the surroundings of the planet. The dull pale almost noxious light of the nearby star didn't make things easier.
Then there was, as the men called it, the void.
There was no access to sorcery.
No psychic phenomena worked.
This whole planet, and system for that matter- was a nightmare slog.
No psychic powers worked.
NONE.
It was raw strength. It was physicality. It was tactics.
The knowledge that was gained, was not from here itself per say. But from what they were learning. How to fight without psychic might. While they were all mighty warriors- the pale light of Noghul took away all psykerism. The actual star itself. At first you thought was the planet itself was the problem. Then that planet- after a practical slog and death march of conquest in the most horrible form- of course after a stern bombardment- was conquered. With almost no life left save a few spare colonist who were more grim than the light.
The next planet was the exact same. All the planets, in the system were bringing this conquest to a crawl. The thousand sons were a powerful army that was known for some of the quicker conquests like the 1st legion and more unusual conquest like the eleventh. But this.
This was horrible. This conquest was the harshest test for your sons yet. No sorcery. Smaller numbers against hordes of strange xenos, on each and every planet.
