The Battle of Morox – The Shifting Veil
Segmentum Tempestus – 010.M32
Morox burns still.
The loyalists’ banners rise once more above the red plains, their victory hard-won amidst fire, ruin, and unending night. What was meant to be a final stand became instead a turning point a defiant roar against the storm that sought to consume the world.
The Gate at Sector 17-Null (Sanctum Nullis) remains the heart of the conflict. Its pulse has quieted, but not ceased. Each tremor beneath the ground carries the echo of something vast and unseen, like the slow breath of a slumbering god. Those who fought near its shadow speak of strange lights, of voices whispering through the dust, of their reflections moving half a heartbeat too slow. The scholars of the forges call it residual energy. The soldiers call it the Shifting Veil.
The battle that followed was unlike any before it. The traitors hurled themselves against the loyalist lines in desperation, their engines and artillery striking with renewed fury. Yet the defenders held fast bastions of ferrocrete and faith amidst the storm. Armoured spearheads cut through the blackened dunes, driving deep into enemy-held territory, reclaiming what had been lost since the first cycle of the war.
For the first time in years, victory was more than a rumor.
As the traitor lines broke, the skies over Morox filled with the glow of burning craft falling stars marking the end of their failed offensive. Loyalist cohorts pushed forward, securing manufactoria ruins and purging the last pockets of resistance. When the smoke cleared, Sanctum Nullis stood in loyal hands once more.
But victory came at a cost. The red soil of Morox is never fed without consequence. Vox signals near the Gate still fail. Auspex readings show impossible distortions. And in the deepest hours of the night, sentries swear they hear it that faint, rhythmic pulse beneath their boots, steady and patient.
The loyalists have won the field, but the war is far from over. The enemy retreats to the wastelands, regrouping. Storms gather once more on the horizon.
And through it all, beneath the dust and ruin, the Gate waits.
Its heartbeat grows quieter…
…but not still.
To all who were present: Thank you again for attending the event! Without each of you, this event could not have been the success it was. Your participation brought the story yet again to life. We hope to see you all again in November for the next chapter of the campaign.
