Notes from Night Mother's Chambers

The tablet seems to hold some form of power. I can feel it almost calling to me. I’ve been having dreams about some creature, somewhat disturbing in nature, but I sense it does not wish to harm me. Hard to explain.

He reached out to me. Offered me power, power to grow myself and an army beyond imagination. Soldiers made from the fallen. Waste nothing, waste no-one. They can serve eternal. I was right, this is my chance.

First Palen, Deagoth will fall in line as soon as the Warden is taken down. Palen will not have the army to resist a direct assault. Then with the power of the imperium and him at my back, Bastion will pay. They will fall. They think themselves so arrogant, so pure and powerful. They are nothing but racist bastards, living in a stone prison too blind to see that there is so much better. They will bend to my will, I will grow them as I have grown my army. I will create the Bastion that should be. Larger, we will build, we will expand, and we will conquer.