Excerpt from Xanthoss’ Personal Log
Our exploitation of the Eastern Fringe has been opposed at every step. First, we encountered the machine hordes while unearthing hidden knowledge, then our sacred rituals were interrupted by the White Scars. Today we faced more of our wayward cousins…
While exploring an ancient ruin, we were waylaid by a force of Dark Angels. Their leader called himself Lionshield, and proclaimed his intent to take my head.
The fool. I am Xanthoss, Lord of the Thousand Sons, and my ascension is inevitable. The sons of the Lion nevertheless threw themselves into battle. We met their assault with a storm of eltritch power, and a hail of daemonic fire. Even their Ancient was unable to withstand our fury.
Zah’mat, the master of daemons demostrated his leadership today, and continues to be an inspiring presence on the battlefield. However, Aspiring Magister Oniris and his Rubric Marines failed me once again, and must be reprimanded.
In the end, the Scarab Occult were left to hold off the enemy troops, while I faced off with Lionshield. Truly, the Changer of Ways must look upon me with favor, for my armor withstood the thunderous blows from his hammer, and I defeated him with a massive blast of empyric energies.
We must continue to be vigilant in our quest in the Eastern Fringe, for surely we will continue to encounter opposition here, be it from Necrons, or forces the Imperium. I have also tasted an uncouth and primal energy in the warp that must be a sign of Ork activity. But we must continue our exploration, for the Eastern Fringe certainly holds the key to a great power that will be mine!