Editing Chosen of Hecate (section)

====Lambach's Fall====
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Angered by his father's decision at the Council of Nikaea, Lambach halted his wing of the Crusade and bought all tendrils of his Expeditions back to Miletus. Ridding the Chosen of Hecate of their Psychic presence would be no small task, considering how deeply ingrained they were in the Legion's dynamics. Lambach still could not understand his father's decision. He had always believed his father saw the future laid out the same way that he himself did. The gifted would pave the way for peaceful times to come after the Great Crusade. That Psykers were the next logical, evolutionary step for Mankind.

Lambach thought long and hard about how he would break the news of Nikaea to his sons. He loved them dearly and railed against seeing them go to waste. As the last of his legion returned to Miletus, Lambach made his decision. He gathered every gifted son amongst the Chosen and formed them into a single chapter known as the Speartip of Hecate. The Speartip would be the first to be deployed on any new world. They would not be stopped from using their powers, but eventually their numbers would grind down and they would be remembered as heroes of the legion.

Gaius Mendel was given the title of Grand Warpclaw of this newly formed chapter and, while many of the Librarians raged against this reform, he knew that the hands of his master were tied. This option would at least let the gifted sons of the Chosen end their service in glory rather than live the rest of their lives as blind and deaf men.

Lambach thrust the Speartip deep, while the Chosen of Hecate pushed deeper into the fringes of known space than ever before. He ignored any hails from his brothers, even those closest to him like Linares and Raj. As world after world fell to the mighty push of the Chosen, more and more of the brothers of the Speartip were claimed by the grip of death. Each loss stabbed at Lambach’s soul, slowly stripping away his once cheerful and pleasant demeanor and replacing it with emptiness, sadness and spite. Eventually the Speartip was worn down to little more than a few dozen Librarians, with Gaius still leading. The Grand Warpclaw had changed drastically from the man he once was. His armour was dented and scratched deeply, his hair was unkempt and his face was gaunt. The look in the eyes of one of his dearest sons haunted the Primarch. 

How could his father have done this to his loyal sons? Lambach thirsted for the truth behind the question. Night after tireless night he spent researching documents from ancient history, desperately trying to understand his father's point of view; a reason as to why he was forced to sacrifice his favored sons to quell the delusions of some of his more narrow minded brothers. It was during this time Lambach learned that perhaps not all of the Gods from ancient times were fanciful stories.

It was on some dank rock of a planet, its name lost to time, that Radcliff Kaden fell. The occupants of the planet, vile cultist xenos, unleashed foul creatures upon the Chosen, creatures born of warp energy that normal bolters had little effect on. The few Remaining members of the Speartip were able to devastate these creatures. However, they had become too few to contest the creatures properly. Lambach knew that at full strength his sons would have easily crushed these xenos, but with his gifted sons diminished as much as there were already, he was sure to lose too many more. The Chosen of Hecate were forced to withdraw. 

Kaden however, along with his command squad and a pair of Venerable Dreadnaughts, had become separated from the main body of the legion. While they fought valiantly they were eventually overrun, brought down one by one. As the last man  standing, Kaden faced down a horrid creature, dragged forth from the depths of the warp, with his shield arm shattered and useless. Radcliff Kaden, perhaps the greatest warrior in the history of the legion was felled in a monstrously one-sided duel. The bodies of Kaden and his men were sent back to the Chosen of Hecate’s base camp. They had been hollowed out, all of their advanced organs and precious Geneseed had been removed, the bodies filled with live insects, rats and all manner of vermin. This was the last straw. 

Lambach, distraught at the loss of his closest son, invoked a spell he had learned during his studies of the ancient texts. A spell from the forbidden lore of the Goddess Hecate herself. A spell of rebirth. This was a spell that made use of vile magics, locked away in ancient times for a very good reason. The bodies of Kaden and his men would indeed rise again, to Lambach’s rejoice, but this joy was short lived. Kaden and his men were mindless husks of their former selves that immediately attacked their former brothers. They clawed at their armour and tried to bite their flesh. Lambach realized that with the power of his absolute will he could control the awful abominations he had created and that he could calm them and direct their actions.

This was not the only repercussion of the hex that Lambach had wrought. It sent a shriek through the warp. Many ancient beings turned their attentions towards the Master of Undeath. Back on Terra Malcador also took note, and realised that Kropor had made a horrible transgression. Malcador informed Warmaster Je’She, a close friend of Lambach.  Je’she, new to power could not let such a huge oversight of his father's last decree go unpunished though. So it was with a heavy heart he sent summons to Linares of the Silver Blades and Raj Vokar of the Titan Marchers, two of Lambach’s closest brothers and friends. They were to track down Lambach Kropor, disable his Legion and bring him back to Terra.
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