Hail the Primarch, the Primarch is dead! Belisarius Argelev XI, last surviving male of the ruling klan of the Imperium, died a fortnight ago in his sleep. It has been two years since the end of the Great War, that sixteen-year slaughter between the Imperium and an alliance of East and West which shook the world. In those sixteen years, every son of House Argelev died, one way or another - and now the Imperium, now standing astride the world, faces the first crisis of succession since the fall of the First Empire over fifteen-hundred years ago. "Lost heirs" appear regularly, be it from East, West, or within the Imperium itself. Many are negligible, others have strong claims.
Beran
Garen Sturmengard, bearing the brand of the Primarch's privy seal, sits upon the Burning Throne, delaying the elective Conclave of Nobles until he can disseminate a true heir from the chaff and rise him to his newfound chair. As he sits brooding, the world stirs. Plots centuries in the making mobilize, preparing to sieze power in the greatest nation in the world. From North, East, and West, rightful heirs, disgruntled nobles, and cunning usurpers assemble armies and march upon the Imperial capital of Orogoth. Emissaries from all sides flock to the
Beran
's court in the same city, each with their own inscrutable agendas. Storm clouds and vultures alike gather in preparation for the coming storm. Many will fall, only one will win.
The Iron Crown calls.
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