The Rule of Iron
The Iron March: Introduction
~ 902 ABY ~
The last Empires lie broken—ruins scattered across the stars, their bones buried beneath the dust of betrayal, ambition, and decay. In their absence, opportunists and pretenders rise—fragmented warlords, self-styled sovereigns, and hollow ideologues, all draped in the faded banners of Imperial legacy. They speak of unity, of heritage, of restoring the past—yet they bicker over resources, followers, and fractured visions. The dream of a strong Empire lies splintered, not by weakness, but by pride.
From this storm of chaos and ambition, a new force emerges—not a claimant, but a crusader. Imperius, former Moff and Imperial Knight, does not seek to rebuild thrones or claim titles. He calls forth something greater: a Crusade—a relentless march under the Iron Sun, forged not to rule, but to enforce.
The Iron Crusade is no empire in waiting. It is the blade of Imperial purpose made manifest—gathering warlords, outcasts, and loyalists not through promises of legitimacy, but through shared strength, ancient bonds, and the cold clarity of duty. Old alliances are rekindled, forbidden sciences resurrected, and lost arsenals unearthed. Enemies are remade into brothers, rivals into weapons.
This is no bid for supremacy. It is a holy war of reclamation. Every world once held in Imperial trust is a world worth redeeming. Every enemy of order is a foe marked for judgment. The Crusade does not argue its right to exist—it proves it in fire.
Under the Iron Sun, the galaxy will remember: the Empire has not vanished. It marches.
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