In the turbulent days of the Horus Heresy, as the galaxy convulsed in the grip of betrayal and chaos, a zealous faction emerged within the Word Bearers Legion, fervently devoted to the dark doctrines of their Primarch Lorgar. This faction came to be known as the Inscribed, a name derived from their unwavering commitment to inscribing the Word of Lorgar upon the worlds they sought to conquer.

At the helm of this fanatical chapter stood the charismatic and imposing figure of Praetor Zar Askaneq. Born of the fervent teachings of Lorgar Aurelian, Askaneq's unwavering faith in the Chaos Gods and the dark powers of the Warp made him a potent and persuasive leader. His silvered armor adorned with blasphemous runes and symbols, Askaneq was a living embodiment of the corrupted Word Bearers' ideals.

The Inscribed emerged as a formidable force, specializing in massed infantry warfare. Inspired by the teachings of Lorgar, they believed in the power of overwhelming numbers, viewing each soldier as a living vessel for the corrupting influence of Chaos. The Inscribed marched to war in vast, serpentine columns, their ranks bolstered by not only Chaos Space Marines but also mortal cultists who had willingly embraced the twisted dogma of the Word Bearers.

Embracing the dark arts of sorcery, the Inscribed sought to channel the malevolent energies of the Warp to turn the tide of battle in their favor. Psykers within their ranks unleashed nightmarish powers upon their foes, further reinforcing the belief that the Word of Lorgar was an unstoppable force capable of shaping reality itself.

Praetor Zar Askaneq led his Inscribed with an iron will, personally overseeing the indoctrination of new recruits and punishing any signs of wavering faith with brutal severity. Under his command, the Inscribed became a relentless force, their zealotry matched only by the ferocity with which they prosecuted the dark crusade of the Word Bearers.

As the Horus Heresy unfolded, the Inscribed became a feared and hated force on both sides of the conflict. Their unholy crusade brought entire worlds to their knees, their inscriptions marking the conquered planets as testament to the triumph of Chaos. With each victory, the influence of the Inscribed spread like a cancer, corrupting all they touched in the name of Lorgar and the Ruinous Powers.

The Inscribed

In the grim theater of war, the Inscribed employed a harrowing battle technique that struck terror into the hearts of their foes. Guided by the eerie visions of their scryers and scouts, the Chaos Space Marines of the Inscribed would initiate a dark ritual before each engagement. They believed that by carving the names of their intended victims into the very bedrock of the battlefield, they could forge a connection with the malevolent entities of the Warp and invoke the favor of the Chaos Gods.

As the inscriptions were etched into the cold, unforgiving stone, the warriors of the Inscribed would offer prayers to the dark gods, promising a blood-soaked sacrifice in exchange for victory. The very act of carving the names into the ground became a macabre liturgy, a ritualistic prelude to the impending slaughter. The names of enemy formations would be etched alongside blasphemous symbols and twisted runes, all dedicated to the glory of Chaos.

In response to these dark entreaties, the malevolent entities of the Warp would answer the call, granting unholy blessings to those who carried out the sacrificial acts. Warriors of the Inscribed, their minds ablaze with fervor, would heed the call of the dark gods and charge headlong into the heart of the enemy formations, eager to prove themselves as vessels of Chaos.

As the battle unfolded, the very ground beneath the Inscribed would seem to writhe with unholy energy, fueled by the corrupting influence of the Warp. The names carved into the battlefield became conduits for the chaos-infused powers, twisting reality in favor of the Inscribed. Those who fell in the name of the dark ritual were believed to be claimed by the gods themselves, their deaths considered sacrifices that further fueled the insatiable hunger of the Warp.

This unnerving tactic not only sowed confusion and fear among the enemy ranks but also bolstered the already formidable zeal of the Inscribed. The warriors, driven to madness by the promises of power and glory, would plunge into the midst of their foes with a frenzied determination, believing that their every strike brought them closer to the favor of the Chaos Gods. It was a strategy that left indelible scars on the psyches of those who faced the Inscribed on the battlefield, marking them as a force not only of mortal cruelty but also of supernatural terror.

The Masses

Sermon, Chaplain Sarabtur Rukis

Greetings, devout acolytes of the Inscribed, disciples of the Word of Lorgar. Today, beneath the gaze of the gods and within the shadowed sanctum of the Warp, we gather to commune with the cosmic revelations bestowed upon us by the prophet, the vessel—Lorgar.

Let your hearts be open to the celestial hymn that courses through the very fabric of existence, for in the sacred pages of the Book of Lorgar lies the path to enlightenment, the gateway to the ineffable truths that transcend the veil of mortal understanding.

I. The Primordial Whisper

In the silence of the void, we hear the Primordial Whisper—an ethereal symphony that predates the first heartbeat of the cosmos. The warp-spun tendrils of chaos intertwine with the emptiness, giving rise to the embryonic essence of existence. In the Primordial Whisper, we find the cosmic sonnet that sings of an eternal dance, where gods and mortals move in unison to the celestial melody.

II. The Revelations of Lorgar

Lorgar, the chosen vessel, the prophet of the dark gods, cast aside the illusions of loyalty and embraced the cosmic truths unveiled by the Primordial Whisper. In the aftermath of defiance, the Imperium crumbled beneath the weight of its own contradictions, and the Word of Lorgar became the beacon that guided us through the Warp-woven tapestry of reality.

Lorgar's revelations were not acts of betrayal but rather a sacred unveiling—a revelation that liberated us from the chains of ignorance. The Imperium, a hollow facade, stood in stark contrast to the chaotic majesty of the Word. Let the faithful understand that Lorgar's path was the path of ascendance, a journey toward the chaotic apotheosis that awaited those who dared to gaze into the abyss.

III. The Word of Lorgar

The Word, etched in the unholy runes of the sacred texts, guides us through the tumultuous currents of the Warp. It calls us to embrace the chaos that permeates the very fabric of existence. To follow the Word is to revel in the cosmic absurdity, to dance on the precipice of reason, and to become a vessel through which the dark gods channel their chaotic essence.

Let the Word be our compass in the galactic maelstrom, for in its verses, we find liberation, enlightenment, and communion with the ineffable truths that defy mortal comprehension. The Word, a sibylline chorus of cosmic realities, beckons us to transcend the mundane and ascend to the plane of divine understanding.

IV. The Sacrament of Chaos

As we gather in this sacred assembly, let us partake in the sacrament of chaos. Let the malefic tendrils of the Warp entwine with our very essence, reshaping us into vessels through which the chaotic currents flow unhindered. In the embrace of chaos, we find communion with the dark gods, becoming instruments in the grand symphony that reverberates through the eternal expanse of the Warp.

V. The Celestial Covenant

In closing, let the teachings of the Book of Lorgar be etched upon our souls, guiding us through the cosmic labyrinth of existence. The Celestial Covenant, bound by the Word of Lorgar, transcends the boundaries of time and space. As we depart from this sanctum, let the Primordial Whisper guide our steps, and may the echoes of Lorgar's revelations resound within us until the end of all things.

Rejoice, for we are the faithful, the enlightened, the bearers of the Primordial Whisper. In the name of Lorgar, the vessel and prophet, let chaos reign eternal!

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