Perturabo: The Hammer of Olympia by Mikhail Savier
Atharvaâs eyes roamed Perturaboâs armour, taking in every curve and line, every flourish of a master craftsman, together with the many modifications that bore the hallmarks of one whose knowledge of machinery was unmatched. In a moment of revelation, Atharva understood that the primarch himself had made these alterations.
âI see the handiwork of Terrawatt armourers, pre-Unity designs and eastern skill. I see distant echoes of Narodnyan craft, but echoes nonetheless. The baroque turns on the plastron and gorget lead me to believe these plates were wrought in the Kholat Syakhl forges.â
He looked closer, now seeing curling script winding around the edges of the primarchâs gauntlets, breastplate, greaves and pauldrons. They were not, as he had first thought, discrete armourersâ marks, but a single inscription moving from piece to piece.
âYou bear a nomenclature sequence. Similar to that of the Emperorâs Custodians, but I do not recognise the language.â
- Atharva of the Thousand Sons describes the Logos (Magnus the Red: Master of Prospero by Graham McNeill)