Welcome

In the dying days of the forty-first millennium, the Sector Maledicta was beset by then-emergent Necron raiders. Early strikes on Janneria Prime were simple awakenings, attempts to transition off-planet and relocate to St. Wulfruna's Haven. 

Unbeknownst to the Imperium, the shrine world had been a battleground of the War in Heaven. Before the first humans looked up at the night sky with dreams of conquest, ancient aeldar fought the Charnovokh dynasty to retreat, leaving behind them an entity - or artefact - that drukhari legends name the Mourning Sun.

Aeons later, Phaerekh Tekeshi returned to reclaim what had been lost, and found Astartes waiting. The Mourning Sun was reclaimed, and stars trembled and went dark, and Maledicta itself was lost.

That was then, and this is now.

Since the opening of the Great Rift, Sector Maledicta has been contested for the Imperium by a penitent crusade under Captain Talassar Kaine. Kaine and his company - the Seventh of the Hawk Lords Chapter, in exile - are sworn to hunt the Necron for a hundred years, atoning for the sins of deceit that almost compromised their Chapter's honour. Arrayed against them is a new rising of the ancient Necrons, marshalled by Kopekh the Shrouded, nomarch of Mer'thyr'od and scion of the Nephrak Dynasty.

Please, meet your protagonists.

Force Commander Garbutt

That's him! Garbutt had lived a hams-free life for nine years, dissolving his Dark Eldar and Tau collections and retaining a mere Battle Company's worth of luridly purple Space Marines. Then I innocently offered him halvesies on a Recruit Edition box, because I wanted to see how his Dropfleet Commander colours looked on a Space Marine. Then I got him a Combat Patrol for Christmas. Now the sickness is within him again, and our old rivalry resumed.

Strengths: Gets Shit Done, hyperfocused on hobby and storytelling.
Weaknesses: overthinking, perfectionism, scope creep.

Armies: Sworn Hunters (Space Marines)
Kill Teams: (Deathwatch Veterans)

Supreme Overlord Von

That's me! Described by my colleague as "a relentless narrative machine," I am the designated heel of any story I'm in, and have a thing for a) undead abominations against all that is good and pure and b) the colour purple. I live in the arse end of nowhere, but now there are Rogue Trader Tournaments within walking distance of my house, and that's changed everything.

Strengths: forever GM energy, rules deconstruction, speed painter extraordinaire.
Weaknesses: reluctant painter, extremely tilt prone.

Armies: Nephrak Dynasty (Necrons)
Kill Teams: Hand of Vengeance (Nemesis Claw)