Most land on Algine is controlled by the Over-monarchy, a group formed when all but two of the various royal families on the planet decided to merge their power and land, leaving the resulting Kingdom as a single global superpower. The Over-monarchy is ruled by whichever member of the over-monarchs holds the most support.
This support can take the form of wealth or military power, both of which any notable over-monarch will hold a considerable amount, but mostly transpires as a pledge of loyalty from anyone, monarch or otherwise. The system for determining which over-Prince or over-Princess holds the most support is non-existent, so to become the Over-king or Over-Queen a candidate would have to be practically unopposed. This requires an extraordinary individual; exceedingly skilled, universally liked and quite unreasonably lucky. When no majority is universally clear, the Over-monarchy is coordinated - not ruled - by a council.
This council currently numbers 5; Over-Princesses Toryol and Ranceada and Over-Princes Marquis, Oberan and Verata.
The council members meet in the capital city of the over-monarchy; Bornorck. Unbeknownst to them, the rot has began to spread.
The City had long had an underground train system. So long, in fact, that the vast majority of the network was lost to the world of light and life. Despite this, there is life here. A sick and twisted and hateful life, but still life. An all seeing eye would not miss the similarities between the life in tunnels and a tapeworm fit for a city.
Death is an inevitable consequence of life.
Here, life is an unfortunate requirement for death.
Every day in these tunnels, people die. It started suddenly and didn't stop. Now, hundreds are missing, vanished without a trace from all over the city. Their fate is unknown. That is, their fate is unknown to the general populace. The individuals themselves are quite aware of their fates, though they might rather they weren't.
Due to the massive number of abductions, any patterns are buried beneath the weight of the gruesome majority. No one noticed the political opposition.
No one noticed the lost religious leaders who opposed the new cult.
No one heard the screams.
No one but the under-king.
The alien threat.
The Brood Lord.
throughout the Colexus campaign, captain Noxioun led dozens of brutal massacres against the cultists of Nurgle. His battle plans were simple; divide, and slaughter. He struck behind enemy lines, taking full advantage of the speed of the vessels under his command to gut the enemy army without their main force ever seeing his flagship. The world was on the brink of turning into a literal hellscape, but for captain Noxioun, each day was another reason to love his job.
Then the world turned into a literal hellscape.
Everything Burns.
Noxioun escaped the fires with three ships; his flagship and two smaller frigates. Once clear of the new daemon world, the reduced fleet entered the warp. Once they had, they made the shocking discovery that their navigator had gone insane.
At last, after time unknown, the ship erupted in a new solar system like an a supernova. Noxioun sighted a human civilisation on a new planet, and made to claim or in the name of the God-Emperor. With nothing left to lose, the ravaged might and enduring hate of an imperial fleet was brought to against the planet long before the captain bothered to check if the planet had a name.
Then, there was the other...