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*[[Germinatoris]]: One of the most vital positions within the [[Adeptus Astartes]] is that of the Apothecary, a warrior medic tasked with harvesting the precious gene-seed from the fallen in order that the chapter may endure. Yet within the Screaming Vortex there exists a coterie of [[Plague Marines]] who grotesquely mirror their noble counterparts. Like carrion feeders, they prowl the battlefield, plundering the gene-seed from any fallen [[Traitor Space Marines]] they can find and infecting them with the viscous fluids that ooze from their rotting innards in order to ensure the propagation of Nurgle’s putrefying influence.{{Fn|33a}}*'''Forsaken Host''': Among the many tales of terror and death found within the Screaming Vortex is that of the Forsaken Host, the solitary survivor of a battle which scoured an unknown planet of life during a forgotten age. Legend says a host of fat, buzzing flies accompanies him—one for each of the fallen during that fateful battle—and that their collective buzzing tears at the sanity of those who hear it, for it is filled with the suffering of billions. Now he is a walking avatar of the devastation of war whose followers relentlessly seek new souls to add to the teeming hordes that swirl about him with ghoulish intensity.{{Fn|33a}}*[[Emissaries of the Wasting Death]]: The Plague Marines of the Wasting Death are particularly feared among the many denizens of the Screaming Vortex, for their very presence brings with it untold suffering and privation. Wherever they tread the ground shrivels and cracks beneath their feet, and even the heartiest and most resilient creatures shrivel and perish as they draw near. Contact with the malefic air of deprivation that surrounds these desiccated warriors irreparably scars those who survive, often manifesting in incessant pangs of unquenchable thirst and indescribable hunger that lasts for years after the dreadful encounter is a distant memory.{{Fn|33a}}

*'''Reflections of Torment:''' Throughout the Imperium’s war-torn histories are countless legends of vanished ships and hosts of warriors lost to the hazards of Warp travel. However, not all thus lost had the good fortune to die. Some instead wander the [[Empyrean]] for time out of mind, their physical forms and ancient wargear utterly transformed and entirely corrupted by direct exposure to the malefic influence of the aether. Beneath these warriors’ gibbering madness lies a single decipherable motivation: a desperate and inescapable desire to wreak vengeance upon the Emperor that abandoned them and kept them so ignorant of the true power of the Warp.{{Fn|43b}}*[[The Chosen of Heiros]]{{Fn|43b}}*[[Shards of Enmity]]{{Fn|43b}}

*'''Scrap Reclamatrix:''' The Scrap Reclamatrix is an unholy abomination of Warpcraft and machine constructed from a nightmarish amalgamation of salvage, [[Daemon]], and vat-grown flesh. Its skeletal form resembles a half-decayed corpse of some prehistoric leviathan whose demoniac bellows of [[scrapcode]] shake the very foundations of its blasphemous birthing chambers. Its throng of [[Warpsmith]] attendants feed this revolting construct the remnants of captured vehicles, fallen comrades, and other salvaged scrap in order to fabricate disturbing new engines of destruction.{{Fn|53c}}*'''Tabernacle of Decay:''' Within the Vortex lurks an insidious faction of Warpsmiths that takes immense joy in unleashing terrifying combinations of plague riddled flesh and steel upon those yet to experience the wonders of decay. They are dreadful apparitions of oxidization and filth, their bodies concealed beneath moth-eaten robes and their every slime covered orifice dribbling bile, maggots, and other foul vermin. Deep within the rusted and corroded bowels of their citadel of putrefaction, this necrotic order carries out its malefic intent: baptising its creations in swirling pools of noxious bile and rotten flesh.{{Fn|53c}}*'''Heterodact Syni-Thralls:''' Of the many avenues of study deemed heretical within the rigid doctrines of the [[Mechanicum]], the most reviled is research pertaining to the blasphemous creation of [[artificial intelligence]]s. However, rumours of such studies are rife within the Screaming Vortex, particularly among those who seek to eradicate all non-mechanical life in the galaxy via the enigmatic Heterodact Array. The mechanoid devotees of this heretical order are little more than soulless puppets to their ruthlessly inhuman masters, relentlessly marching forward with unnatural spasms of involuntarily animation as their manic cackling and occasional pleas for deliverance ring out across the battlefield.{{Fn|53c}}

*{{Endn|3}}: [[Black Crusade: The Tome of Decay]], **{{Endn|3a}} pg. 32**{{Endn|43b}}: [[Black Crusade: The Tome of Decay]], pg. 34**{{Endn|53c}}: [[Black Crusade: The Tome of Decay]], pg. 36