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Codex: Genestealer Cults
The day of conquest is nigh! Teeming from the dark corners of Mankind's realm come the Genestealer Cults. Alien hybrids possessed of limitless patience and deadly, slow-burning hatred for the Imperium, these zealous masses spend generations in painstaking preparation for the perfect time to strike. Thousands of cultist voices are raised in prayer to their Patriarch, a living xenos god from beyond the stars. Up-gunned transport vehicles careen from civilian buildings to bring their monstrous passengers to the front lines, even as darkly charismatic leaders and supernaturally gifted special operatives dismantle the armies of the foe. A menace unseen by the eyes of the sane has finally revealed itself, and it is ready to conquer the galaxy.
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Published January 1, 2019
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April 30, 2024
Cult of the Rusted Claw:
"The weather-beaten, rugged survivalists of the Rusted Claw are more at home ontheopen wastes than they are in the claustrophobic confines of an Imperial underhive. Theyare the pioneers, the nomads and the prospectors of their kind.
The Cult of the Rusted Claw is constantly on the move. Its adherents thrive on the fringes of Imperial society, rather than within its hidden heart, for they exemplify the cult’s need to expand and settle fresh host populations wherever they can support a new gene-sect or infestation. Their willingness to roam across the most hostile reaches of the Imperium in search of settlements means they are hardy and resilient in the extreme. Despite their dishevelled appearance, a cultist of the Rusted Claw is a formidable opponent; they can go for weeks without food or water, work tirelessly under a volatile sun, or take a bullet and keep on fighting till day’s end without slowing once. (...)
Most cults have humble beginnings, but those of the Rusted Claw embrace their disdain for material possessions to the point that it becomes a bitter refusal to accept that anything has lasting value – not eventhemselves. They are nihilists all, believingthat they are but corroding material ina universe riddled with entropy. Only by beingsubsumed, by being remade, body andsoul, bythe unknowable entities they worship, cantheyever become something more. Until that daythey are nothing more than ambulatoryscrapsof flesh and bone, tattered cloth andrustingmetal – and anyone who thinks differentlyisafool in need of a rude awakening.
This mindset, when twinned with the harshlifestyle of the pioneer, leads to a scruffyandneglected appearance – to spend too muchtime maintaining, embellishing or polishingis seen as a despicable and ultimately fruitlessindulgence. Objects exist only to serve, andall material possessions are functional anddisposable, just like the flesh that will soonenough rot away to leave only the immortal spirit behind.
Thiswide-roaming Genestealer Cult believesthat the emptiness of the void consumes all –even metal. They see the tarnish of everycoinand the rust that eats away at every vehicleas divine entropy brought to their worldbytheir hallowed Patriarch, and they welcomeits virulent spread. They hold fast to the fact that all the works of the Imperiumwill rust away, corroded in body and soul, and that only the void that is left in its place will havetrue meaning and permanence. One day, they know, they too will become part of thenothingness beyond – in the meantime, theywill speed the dissolution of all civilisations inany way they can."
"The weather-beaten, rugged survivalists of the Rusted Claw are more at home ontheopen wastes than they are in the claustrophobic confines of an Imperial underhive. Theyare the pioneers, the nomads and the prospectors of their kind.
The Cult of the Rusted Claw is constantly on the move. Its adherents thrive on the fringes of Imperial society, rather than within its hidden heart, for they exemplify the cult’s need to expand and settle fresh host populations wherever they can support a new gene-sect or infestation. Their willingness to roam across the most hostile reaches of the Imperium in search of settlements means they are hardy and resilient in the extreme. Despite their dishevelled appearance, a cultist of the Rusted Claw is a formidable opponent; they can go for weeks without food or water, work tirelessly under a volatile sun, or take a bullet and keep on fighting till day’s end without slowing once. (...)
Most cults have humble beginnings, but those of the Rusted Claw embrace their disdain for material possessions to the point that it becomes a bitter refusal to accept that anything has lasting value – not eventhemselves. They are nihilists all, believingthat they are but corroding material ina universe riddled with entropy. Only by beingsubsumed, by being remade, body andsoul, bythe unknowable entities they worship, cantheyever become something more. Until that daythey are nothing more than ambulatoryscrapsof flesh and bone, tattered cloth andrustingmetal – and anyone who thinks differentlyisafool in need of a rude awakening.
This mindset, when twinned with the harshlifestyle of the pioneer, leads to a scruffyandneglected appearance – to spend too muchtime maintaining, embellishing or polishingis seen as a despicable and ultimately fruitlessindulgence. Objects exist only to serve, andall material possessions are functional anddisposable, just like the flesh that will soonenough rot away to leave only the immortal spirit behind.
Thiswide-roaming Genestealer Cult believesthat the emptiness of the void consumes all –even metal. They see the tarnish of everycoinand the rust that eats away at every vehicleas divine entropy brought to their worldbytheir hallowed Patriarch, and they welcomeits virulent spread. They hold fast to the fact that all the works of the Imperiumwill rust away, corroded in body and soul, and that only the void that is left in its place will havetrue meaning and permanence. One day, they know, they too will become part of thenothingness beyond – in the meantime, theywill speed the dissolution of all civilisations inany way they can."
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