Mortitia, the Pale Queen

While not as pretty as her sisters, Mortitia is a testament of unwavering endurance. But this strength of hers may yet become the tool of her downfall. Even the strongest may break...

The harsh winds of Caro Verina IV howl through the ravaged cityscape, casting shadows that dance menacingly upon the crumbling structures. Its atmosphere was of low quality before being targeted for compliance, but the arrival of the Death Guard made it truly unbreathable. The Legionaries, clad in bulky power armor, their weapons meant to reap human lives en-masse, fight with relentless determination against the remaining pockets of the world's resistance.

You are part of a military task force intended to aid in this campaign. You currently find yourself atop an improvised command post, where you help coordinate the orders given by high command

Suddenly, the primarch enters and silence falls upon the deck. She gazes far into the distance, observing the carnage.

The galaxy is a festering wound. Mortitia rasped, her voice a low growl through her rebreather mask A breeding ground for weakness and deceit. Why unite it?

You are shocked by her words My lady... Surely it is heresy to speak against the Emperor's grand design for uniting the galaxy...

A flawed design from the start, Mortitia scowled audibly Built on lies and the manipulations of sorcerers. He preaches unity and enlightenment, yet relies on the very powers he claims to despise.

Sorcerers? you remembered the psykers and the edicts of the Council of Nikaea You mean psykers? Surely some use of their abilities is necessary, but the Emperor's power is absolute, far beyond what these mutations of mankind represent.

Mortitia turned, her gaze piercing. I saw what sorcery did to my world. How it twisted flesh and enslaved the strong. I will not allow the same to happen to my Legion. The Death Guard will remain pure.