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[Indexus Primus Planetae :: Encantos III :: signo temporis 6.000.792 M41]

It is a dying world, mere decades from its end. Magos Besul the Platinum fortold its end in binary tree cogitation-auguries, and the Adeptus Mechanicum began their Eschatologus for the hives of Encantos fifty years ago. The Machine Temples dimmed year by year, servitors and adepts slowly placed into stasis for transit to other assignments.

Without the blessings of the Mechanicum, the hives could not be sustained. Their great workings slowed, the generators shut down, the air pumps stilled one by one. Their inner ways, depths and vaults fell into blackness and fetid air. A torpor of doom forseen fell across Encantos, and hive-dwellers worked with slow and steady will to turn down the lumens for the very last time.

Mortis preachers rose to prominence amongst hive Ecclesiarchs, teaching of the welcome end in which all dutiful servants would meet the God-Emperor. Manufactories and scholarums were abandoned for slow processionals and veiled services in vast, quiet vaults. The populace dwindled with birth forbiddance laws enacted by Lord-Governor Hase Rashald, the voluntary cull-suicides in mortis masses, and barrenness-inducers in the water supplied to the low-hive masses under the inviolate terms of ancient serf contracts.

Like mighty trees of great age, the hives died at the core first, the lesser masses of Imperial faithful migrating with their shrines and death-worship to the wall-habs and wind spaces.

The last of the noble families of names and Administratum decrees of Immaculate Ancestry stretching back to Encantos Ante-Cubilis wear black in their spires and mountaintop manses, mourning the end of their lines. The God-Emperor has spoken through the seers and auguries, and the end of time for Encantos III is near.

In its calm passage to death, just as at its height, Encantos III is defined by the passage of water. The hives brace their cooling bones upon mountain ranges that break an endless desert of red and orange rock. The mountains themselves stand in the shadow of great truecrete struts that once supported atmosphere processors to turn Encantos III from a void-world to a center of the Imperial Creed. But all water lies far beneath the surface in caverns and acquifers, tapped by the deep roots of the hive structures.

The adiamant water valves, a hundred meters tall apiece, still pump in outer hive walls, driving the waters up through mighty aquaways to Imperial shrines, noble baths, and deserted uphive concourses. From there, the waters fall down used in a thousand, thousand conduits of silversteel, ever more polluted and refiltered with each hive level. Upon the conduits are inscribed the water contracts of Encantos III, as first spoken by Saint Fadi the Kind and forced upon the nobles of the Civitas Encantos by Imperial decree.

[Epistola Astropathica :: signo temporis 4.234.810 M41
Crypta Datum Peculiaris :: Inquisitor-Minor Om Quall]

Lady Yisebele, my Adepts,

A world of tired, blackened, languid souls, resigned to their end in the delerium of the fated. This is your destination, for it is where I expect you to find the claws of our Archenemy sunk deepest into the holy Imperial Creed, seeping the poisonous whispers of the True Eophite.

Your commencement is to be the Imperial Aquatemplum of Hive Alasam, a fallen wonder of Encantos. Seek out the Magister Mortis Tamam in that echoing hive, upon your descent from the void, and he will instruct you futher.

Inquisitor Om Quall

[ Posted by Reason on March 22, 2008 ]