play_arrow Stories: Corruption Checks

play_arrow The Magos' Experiment

play_arrow Brothers, do you recall the time when Magos Octavius of the Biologis boarded our Strike Cruiser to inspect the Artimus and Omega Glands? The old tech-priest claimed he was merely studying the effects of our enhancements, but we knew better. He feared corruption had seeped into our blood.

play_arrow They took samples, poked, prodded, and asked endless questions. Our Chaplain Vigil Stormheart oversaw every test, his eyes sharp, daring them to accuse us of impurity. Then came the moment they feared—one of their own servitors malfunctioned, spewing heretical data corrupted by the warp. It wasn't us who were tainted, but their machine!

play_arrow With Stormheart's permission, we executed the servitor, and the Magos left hurriedly, mumbling about ‘anomalous readings.' We still say it wasn't the machine that faltered but their faith. After all, a wolf's blood is strong, even when questioned by the Biologis.

play_arrow The Inquisitor's Demand

play_arrow Ah, the tale of Inquisitor Malrek—an Ordo Hereticus interrogator who dared to call the Chapter Master's blood rites 'borderline heretical'. Malrek arrived with his retinue, including a blank, and demanded full access to our rituals and genetic records.

play_arrow Arc Chaplain Verus Wolfsbane met him in the great hall, flanked by captains and dreadnoughts alike. Malrek, undeterred, spoke of his duty to root out corruption. Wolfsbane's reply was sharp as a blade: 'Your duty does not outweigh ours, Inquisitor. You wish to question our faith? We will open our hearts and our deeds for you to see. But do not mistake our loyalty for weakness.'

play_arrow Over weeks, Malrek observed us, sitting through blood-sharing ceremonies and psychic meditations. He asked many questions but received little beyond our rituals' symbolic meanings. By the time he left, he was no closer to proving corruption—only more wary of accusing wolves who had already faced the warp and survived.

play_arrow The Forge Purge

play_arrow Then there's the time when a Magos Biologis found something... unusual during a routine gene-seed audit. They claimed a sample from our Artimus Gland showed mutations that couldn't be explained by their theories. Rumors of heresy spread among the Biologis like wildfire, and the Inquisition caught wind.

play_arrow Inquisitor Regnus of the Ordo Malleus arrived with a full kill team, intending to scour the fleet for signs of taint. Forge Master Faber Boneclaw stood his ground, inviting Regnus to inspect every dreadnought and Thunderhawk—but only after proving his own soul was clean. The Inquisitor relented, and Boneclaw himself dissected the corrupted gland.

play_arrow It turned out the ‘mutation' was a deliberate Mechanicus modification—an experiment from centuries past. Regnus had no choice but to leave in silence, and Boneclaw's gaze burned into his back as he departed. ‘No wolf fears a hound's bark,' the Forge Master said afterward. That phrase has stayed with us ever since.

play_arrow The Blunt Knife Test

play_arrow Brothers, remember when the Inquisition sent Interrogator Vellis—a young fool eager to prove himself? He accused one of our captains of harboring warp-taint after hearing tales of our psychic prowess. His evidence? A single psi-rating mark misread during recruitment!

play_arrow Vellis demanded the accused captain submit to an interrogation under psychic suppression.

play_arrow Captain Ferox Grimcrest, our mightiest psyker, agreed with a smile. But as Vellis began his questioning, Grimcrest subtly turned the interrogation around, asking Vellis why he feared psykers so deeply.

play_arrow By the end, Vellis was visibly shaken, realizing that his own doubts and paranoia were the true weakness. Grimcrest let him go with a warning: ‘A blunt knife cuts no heresy, Interrogator. Sharpen your faith before wielding it again.' Vellis left the fleet that very day, and we've heard he's since become more measured in his judgments.

play_arrow The Ritual Watchers

play_arrow Then there was the Magos who demanded to witness one of our blood-sharing rituals in person. Arc Chaplain Veritus Wolfmaster allowed it but warned him: ‘You may not like what you see, but it will teach you much.'

play_arrow The Magos stood in the shadows as the ritual began—blood shared, prayers whispered to the Emperor, bonds forged in silence. But when the wolves bit into their palms to seal the pact, the Magos flinched, muttering something about ‘primitive barbarism'.

play_arrow Afterward, Wolfmaster approached him and said, ‘You call us barbaric, yet you saw no corruption, no taint. We are wolves, not machines, Magos. Do not mistake our ways for weakness. Without blood, there is no bond. Without bond, there is no pack.' The Magos left the ritual and never questioned our traditions again.