All legions started with a primarch. Dark Angels; Space Wolves; White Scars. They were scattered by the ruinous powers, throughout all of space. One by one they were found and reunited with their legions. The Emperor found them all. All, except one. One was never found, and when his legion went to find him, they never returned. We are the defenders of the warp, protecting those who brave it. We slay daemons and heretics alike, along with any xenos who stray to close. We are the Oblivion Guard. The 11th legion. The Lost Legion.

All Ardaric Brutamo felt was a sense of isolation, yet he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. All around him, fires of every colour raged past. All looked like faces, some laughing whilst others cried. Some sang yet more screamed. The Warp. He had heard that word spoken many times from within his gestation capsule. He had heard tales of creatures: monsters and beast's no mortal could imagine. As soon as Ardaric thought this, voices started whispering in his head. "I have to stop thinking about this place" he thought to himself. Every time he did, he heard the faces: the screams, cries, laughter, and singing. He heard it all. Concentrating, he cleared his mind, and as he did so, the voices faded away. Only silence. Ardaric closed his eyes, pleased by the quiet.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared behind his eyes. Opening them, he found a clear gold amongst the flames. He guided himself towards it, and was suddenly pulled by an invisible force. Blinded, he couldn't see who or what had pulled him out of the void, but was sure he had left. He felt something cold and hard on his on his arm. "Primarch secured" someone nearby said, but with a steely, muffled tone. The iron grip relaxed a moment before tightening again and forcing Ardaric to the floor. Getting up, he checked his surroundings. Twisted pillars of bone rose from a floor of cracked skulls. Red mist moved like blood through water, in billowing, aggressive surges. Fires danced at the edge of his vision, but the worst sight was ahead. A towering figure clad in red and gold armour stood before him. In places, warped faces appeared and spikes poked through. A bright red glow shone through the joins and seams, as if its soul was fire. The figure wore a black cloak with an unknown creature's fur on the outside, and chainmail around his waist. In his right hand he held a great sword. The blade alone was taller than the giant, plus an extremely detailed hilt.

"I'm lord Zyrodis of the Fire Golems, loyal to the great Khorne, and we want to you follow the red path."

"What? Who's Khorne? And where am I?" Ardaric questioned. In the background, he saw another red figure. Suddenly, a green armoured hand went around the Fire Golem's head and pulled him behind a bone pillar.

"I don't expect you to understand. It's been thousands of years since you were taken from your little hideout and shoved into the warp. Since then all other Primarchs have been found, then Horus Lupercal turned against your father, The Emperor. Half the legions followed Horus, but were defeated. Yet all this time, you still hadn't been found. You, were forgotten."

By this time, another five soldiers were down.

Click!

Zyrodis turned at the sound, to have the barrel of a bolt pistol shoved into his helmet. With a deafening boom and the sound of splintering bone, the Fire Golem's head exploded in a cloud of red mist and gore. Looking up, Ardaric saw another figure in armour, only his was pure. Smooth, no talons spearing out the back. Instead of red and gold, his armour was a black, with trimmings of dark green, including thighs and hands. The shoulder pads were white, standing out from the rest of the colours. On the left was an image of a shield with a swirling spiral of colour in the middle. His helmet was off, clipped to his waist. His face was rough and scarred. In his left hand he held a sword with sharp metal teeth. The warrior saw him starring.

"It's called a chainsword" he explained. He cocked his head, as if listening to a far of noise. Raising his hand to his temple, he said to someone other than Ardaric "I have located and secured the target, prepping for evac." Ardaric felt a tingling in his hands and looked down. Bright strings of light were swirling around him.

"Prepare for teleport in 5...4...3..."

"Who are you?"

"2...1...NOW!"

The two men teleported away just as the temple around them was engulfed in promethium flame.