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[Prosperan Son]

An inhuman scream ushered forth from the lips of the human mutant, a beastman by human standards. The monsters was easily the size of one of the Mon-Keigh's gene-forged Astartes as they called. It resembled the mix between a human and cattle. It's face bore a bull like appearance with a pair of curved horns that stretched towards the sky. What patches of it's flesh that were visible were dark and matted with mangy fur.

Clad in a ramshackle array of flak armor and iron plates that had simply been bolted directly into it's skin. The Monster raised it's weapon, a massive axe made from bronze, with a handle that appeared to be made from what looked liked bones. It was a primitive weapon that would have been ineffective, were it not for the brutes great strength. With such power bound within it's muscles, the beast could easily cut into Takkun if given the chance.

It was an ugly creature. Unfit of existence. A spawn of chaos. It's presence did not belong upon an Exodite world. And yet it here it was, and it was not alone. There were hundreds of the beastmen, alongside other mutants of vary shapes and sizes, as well as thousands of Humans who had pledged themselves to the Ruinous powers. They had come from a vessel from beyond, a stolen Imperial Exorcist Class cruiser that bore thousands of them. The vessel had made it's way towards the Exodite World, apparently wounded in some great naval battle nearby. It was mere happenstance that they had even found this world. They sought to escape Imperial Notice, and yet in attempting to conceal themselves close the World's atmosphere, their vessels injuries had proven to much and they had crash landed upon the World Bashara, Exodite World of the Ulthwe Craftworld.

A force had immediately been dispatched to remove the taint. A force led by Autarch Takkun.