Vulkan: Primarch of the Salamanders
Among the first sons found, on a volcanic world at the map's edge — and the Legion he inherited was almost already dead.
Among the first sons found, on a volcanic world at the map's edge — and the Legion he inherited was almost already dead.
He woke beneath a glacier on a prison moon, beside a broken machine. Nineteen, he told the Emperor. And was told of seventeen brothers, not nineteen.
No homeworld ever named. No true portrait extant. And one secret the official record was built to bury: the last son found was the first.
Twenty sons were made. Eighteen have chronicles. This page is for the two empty alcoves — and for why even I will not fill them.
First Lord of Terra, Regent of the Imperium — and the man who took the Emperor's place upon the Golden Throne.
The greatest betrayal in human history began with a single wound. A chronicle of the Warmaster's fall and the burning of an age.
They call Him a god now. He would despise what they have made of Him. A chronicle of the Master of Mankind.
Terra did not kneel willingly. A chronicle of the warlords of Old Night, the Thunder Warriors, and the price of Unity.