The chosen of the Blighted Prophecy embarked upon their first Compact. Traversing through the Warp had its cost.
With fortune, ingenuity, and a lot of elbow grease, that cost was mitigated with the efforts of the Idolitrex Magos, his staff and the assistance of the Magister.
Passing into the Calixis Sector via the Thirteenth Station of Passage, they have arrived upon the feral world of Dusk.
A world thick with atmospheric pressure, intense humidity and rampant with dense jungle. The Heretics have happened upon an ancient, crumbled pyramid. Their sensors have detected an energy signature deep within a chamber in the pyramid itself.
Rampant with life, though, they could not indicate specific signatures. What's worse, of course, is the pyramid is crawling - absolutely crawling with Orks. The Heretics had their first taste of them just recently, and have the marks to show for it.
Meanwhile, upon their vessel, the Voidraven, the Word Bearer works hard, ensuring their minions, slaves, and workers are all devoted, dutiful converts. To live is to suffer, in the name of the Heretics.
Perhaps with the Word Bearer's assistance, the Heretics could assault the Ork-infested compound with their united might! Anything to find what it is that lurks so deep within. Something closed off. Something protected. An answer to their questions.