play_arrow Stories: Large Campaigns

play_arrow The Cleansing of Hive Myriad

play_arrow As told by Brother Theron during evening meal

play_arrow Brothers, let me tell you of the hunt in Hive Myriad, where the Alpha Legion thought themselves masters of shadows. They didn't expect us to be better predators than they were serpents.

play_arrow I was there with Captain Ironbark when the call came. The Guard was dying by the thousands, unable to tell friend from foe. Even their commissars were compromised. You should have seen their faces when our war beasts first caught the scent of the infiltrators - those creatures can smell a lie better than any machine.

play_arrow There was this one hunt - we'd tracked a suspected Alpha Legion operative to the mid-hive governance levels. Our beast handler, Brother Voss, noticed his war beast's hackles rise when passing a particular administratum prefect. This prefect had all the right credentials, all the proper authorization. But you know what he didn't have? The right scent.

play_arrow Captain Ironbark played it masterfully. He approached the prefect with congratulations about his recent 'promotion' - a promotion that hadn't actually happened. The imposter took the bait, accepted the congratulations... and that's when we struck. The look of surprise on the Alpha Legionnaire's face when our blades found him - he thought he was the hunter, but we proved who the true predators were.

play_arrow But the real victory? Most of the hive never even knew we were there. The Guard took the glory for the victory, as they should. Our hunt isn't about glory - it's about efficiency. About removing the cancer without killing the patient. By the time we left, production quotas were actually higher than before the uprising.

play_arrow The Defense of Thanatos Prime

play_arrow As shared by Veteran Sergeant Kastor during bone-carving

play_arrow Pass me that femur, brother, and I'll tell you about the time we hunted alongside the Sons of Russ. The Wolves of Fenris, they're different from us - all fury and forward charge where we prefer the shadows. But against the Tyranids? We learned how well different packs can hunt together.

play_arrow Our war beasts were the first to scent the vanguard organisms. Silent hunters, these creatures, meant to infiltrate and prepare the way for the hive fleet. But you can't hide from a Blood Wolf's nose, can you?

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play_arrow The Space Wolves would launch their drop pod assaults, all thunder and lightning, drawing the attention of the larger bioforms. And us? We were the knife in the darkness. While the Tyranids focused on the howling sons of Fenris, we'd slip through their lines, our psykers disrupting the synaptic connections.

play_arrow I remember when we struck at their primary Hive Tyrant. The Space Wolves had it pinned down with heavy weapons fire, but its shadow was keeping the swarm coordinated. Captain Grimcrest gathered twenty of our strongest psykers. While the Wolves of Fenris kept it occupied, we launched a concentrated mental assault. Ever seen a Tyrant try to coordinate its forces while twenty Blood Wolves tear at its mental connections? Like watching a puppet with its strings cut.

play_arrow The Knights of House Hawkshroud made their famous last stand that day, but few know how we helped make it possible. Every time their lines started to buckle, our psykers would disrupt the swarm's coordination, creating gaps the Knights could exploit. For every Knight that fell, they took hundreds of Tyranids with them.

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play_arrow See this pattern here? It's the Knights' heraldry. We honor their sacrifice, even if they never knew how we helped them achieve it.

play_arrow The Merias Schism

play_arrow Related by Chaplain Darius during blood-sharing ritual

play_arrow Before we share blood, brothers, let me tell you of the Merias Schism, where even the Black Templars learned to value our ways - though they'd never admit it. prepares ritual chalice.

play_arrow The Black Templars, Emperor bless their zealous hearts, they see only the surface threat. They came expecting a simple heresy, blade work and bolter shells to cleanse the unclean.

play_arrow They didn't understand the subtle corruption threading through the sector like poison through veins.

play_arrow Our war beasts could smell the wrongness in their prayers, the twisted resonance in their hymns. While the Templars purged the obvious heretics, we hunted the hidden architects of corruption. There was this one cult leader - appeared completely loyal, attended every Imperial service. But our beasts... they knew. Could smell the taint of the warp on him even through the incense and prayers.

play_arrow The turning point came in the underhive of Merias Prime. Our war beasts became agitated, sensing something massive stirring below. The Templars wanted to launch a frontal assault - typical. But Captain Stonehammer convinced them to wait, to let us scout first. Good thing too. We found a summoning circle half a kilometer wide, powered by thousands of sacrifices. If it had been completed…

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play_arrow We coordinated with the Templars for the attack. They provided the hammer - three hundred Black Templars charging in, full battle cant. Meanwhile, our squads slipped through maintenance tunnels, guided by the war beasts, taking out the ritual leaders one by one. By the time the Templars reached the main chamber, the ritual was already failing.

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play_arrow So when we share blood tonight, remember: sometimes the greatest victories are the ones history never records. The Black Templars got their glorious battle, and we got what we wanted - a threat eliminated before it could fully manifest.

play_arrow The Vhetin Uprising

play_arrow Recounted by Smith Artifex Stormhowl during maintenance rites

play_arrow Hand me that sacred ungent, brother, and I'll tell you about the Vhetin campaign. You think regular tech-heresy is bad? Try hunting Dark Mechanicus creations alongside the Ultramarines.

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play_arrow The sons of Guilliman, they're efficient, I'll give them that. But they expect everything to follow their precious Codex. How do you codify hunting things that shouldn't exist? That's where we came in.

play_arrow Our war beasts could sense the wrongness in their machines, the way the corrupted machine spirits writhed inside their metal shells. We'd work alongside Ultramarine tactical squads, guiding them to the real threats. They didn't much like taking direction from our beasts at first, but results speak louder than doctrine.

play_arrow There was this one forge complex - Epsilon, they called it. Looked perfectly normal on the outside. But the beasts... they wouldn't go near it. Kept growling at the walls themselves. Captain Silvermist consulted the Emperor's Tarot and saw darkness breeding in the depths. The Ultramarines wanted proper reconnaissance, carefully planned assault routes.

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play_arrow Instead, we sent in teams with war beasts, following their noses to the worst concentrations of tech-heresy. Found laboratories that would have given even a hardened Inquisitor nightmares. The Ultramarines provided perfect fire support once we identified the targets, I'll give them that. Textbook execution of a plan they'd never find in their Codex.

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play_arrow Like this piece here - looks perfect on the outside, but you have to know where to look for the flaws. That's what we do. We find the flaws others miss.

play_arrow The Ghoul Stars Incursion

play_arrow Told by Ancient Vyrmark during Dreadnought maintenance

play_arrow You want to know about real hunting, young ones? Let me tell you about the Ghoul Stars. Fifteen years we spent there, hunting things that shouldn't exist alongside the Grey Knights themselves.

play_arrow servo-motors whir as ancient frame shifts

play_arrow The Grey Knights, they're used to fighting daemons, things they can banish with faith and force. But these entities... they were different. Subtle. They'd get in your mind, make you think thoughts that weren't your own. But they couldn't fool our war beasts. The beasts could smell them, even when they had no physical form to smell.

play_arrow We developed new techniques, combining our blood rituals with Grey Knight wards. The entities hated that - the combination of our blood-bonds and their holy inscriptions created barriers they couldn't pierce. We established a network of these warded positions across the sector, each one anchored by the shared blood of our brothers.

play_arrow The final battle at the Null Point…

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play_arrow Captain Grimcrest led that one. The Grey Knights were trying to seal a breach between realities, but their powers alone weren't enough. That's when Grimcrest suggested combining our blood rituals with their sealing ceremonies. Unorthodox? Certainly. But when you're hunting things from beyond reality, orthodox doesn't cut it.

play_arrow The sight of Blood Wolves and Grey Knights performing a combined ritual…

play_arrow laughs, causing dreadnought frame to shake slightly

play_arrow Now that's something you don't see every day. But it worked. We sealed that breach permanently.

play_arrow Remember this, young ones: there are some hunts that can't be won through strength alone. Sometimes you need to adapt, to combine the old ways with the new. That's how we survive. That's how we win.

play_arrow The ancient falls silent, cooling systems humming thoughtfully, as the maintenance ritual continues