User:Brother Elysianus
Entry 1: I have found this pook of empty pages in a building marked 'Save Mart' along with several pencils. For several weeks, I've been on this desolate planet. My name is Elysianus Mathias Brutannicus, and I am the last surviving member of the Adeptus Astartes chapter known as the Slaughter Lords. I am here to destroy the Chaos mutations on this planet, though my soul is torn from my body. En route here we received a transmission from our homeworld of Carron IV. It was an emergency distress signal proclaiming that our most holy of temples had been breached and was lost. The same message was sent to the masters in the Emperor's Inquisition. By now, my homeworld is certainly destroyed. Squad Vexxes, my squad, my brothers, have all been killed either in the crash landing or in combat. I am truly the last of all my bretheren.
Entry 2: Praise the Immortal Emperor! I've found other marines! The Imperial Fists and Ultramarines have been sent to Hive Malton as well! I have approached Brother-Captain Molsov with an offer for aid.
Entry 3: After spending days in prayer, I believe that I have made a mistake. I have informed Captain Molsov that I am leaving his fold and striking out on my own. The Immortal Emperor has shown me a vision. I am to rebuild the Slaughter Lords. The Gene-seed is buried so deep beneath the surface of Carron IV that not even the Divine Exterminatus could destroy it. I will recruit new neophytes from this tortured planet and, once these abombinations are dealt with, we will return home and recover our seed. This seed will then be implanted into the initiates, so that they may someday become full Battle Brothers. From there, we shall harvest progenoid glands and continue to grow until we have re-achieved full strength! The Emporer himself will look upon us with his divine favor, and bless us with his power! Come, ye weak and scattered men, come and give yourself to the Imperium of Man!
Entry 4: For several days I have been barricaded inside a police dept. with several human survivors. I am attempting to coerce them into joining the empire while stockpiling munitions. The weapons on this planet are weak, compared to the bolter and flamer I am used to, but they're effective enough, for now.
Entry 5: I am getting cabin fever. I've been stuck in this building too long. It's barricaded too heavily for me to get out, but I don't want to destroy it. That would but the Emperor's citizens at risk. That is something I cannot allow. I have begun to pray for the mutants to break through. I realise that would also but these men and women at risk, but that is a risk that I can deal with myself. If I destroyed the barricade, I do not know if they could rebuild it in time to save themselves. However, if a few of those shambling Chaos Spawn manage to enter, I could easily enough destroy them, then take my leave when the men inside are safe.
Entry 6: I think if the rots don't get in soon I'm going to break down the barricade. Another day spent searching the Police Department for ammunition. I've started spending my time on the roof, taunting these walking corpses. They either can't hear me, don't care, or don't comprehend me. I'm not surprised. I had expected as much, but it was worth a try. Emperor, give me strength.
Entry 7: Finally, I'm free of that prison. A single mutant burst through the barricades, but was destroyed before I could get off a clean shot. I'm truly impressed with these survivors. I roamed about for a few days, and am now inside another PD, stockpiling ammo. However, I have learned that by leaping from rooftop to rooftop I can avoid that situation from now on.
Entry 8 My heart sinks. I've been recruiting for almost a week now and no one has shown any interest. Could I have been wrong? I simply don't know what to do. Emperor, guide me and give me strength.
Entry 9 I have taken control of a small church that was, apparently, a revive point. This is no longer the case. Churches are places to worship the divine Emperor, not to resurrect the dead.
Entry 10 The nearest ammunition supply is around eight blocks away. I have begun making trips back and forth to stockpile pistol clips and shotgun shells. Praises to the immortal God-Emperor who guides me in this time of need.
Entry 11 It has been a long time since my last entry, nut I have taken to the defense of Fort Creedy. Even as I pen these words I am near death.
