The WoffBoot Chronicles: Adeptus Custodes: The Midnight Riders

Adeptus Custodes: The Midnight Riders

Not all light shed by the throne is golden.

There exists, somewhere in the breadth of the Imperium, forgotten amidst its wealth of orders and organisations and somewhat beneath the honoured Adeptus Custodes, those who have been of the Ten Thousand, but whose service is done.

For them, the near-immortality of the Custodes has finally, after an age of glory, begun to fade. Is this a flaw in their creation? Impossible, the Emperor knows not such failure. Yet of late, a small few Custodes have quit their orders and found an end to their endless vigils. They have not failed, not yet. But they begin to see that possibility in themselves, and such doubt cannot remain in the ranks of the Custodian Guard.

So there is a lesser order of the Emperor's Right Hands, those who can be sent freely out to fight his fights without leaving a gap in the defence of the Golden Throne. These warriors, so near in martial prowess as to be indistinguishable from their peers, are free from the burden of duty that can hamper the elites of the true Custodians. They operate in silence and secrecy, overseen by a hidden order within the Ordo Hereticus, sent as a deniable bullet to fell the foes of humanity anywhere that a deserving target might present itself.

They bring the shadow of their own inevitable deaths with them. So near to the end of their endless days, they are grimly implacable warriors, determined to fall in a final battle rather than defile the memory of their service with failure.

They are the Midnight Riders.