In recent centuries, however, something seems to have been corrupted in the regeneration process - either accidentally or by Urien's own design - and Urien's latest incarnations have each borne a vestigial part of the one before. Rakarth has crossed the veil so many times that he savours death like a fine wine, revelling in the peaks of agony and the transcendent knowledge that comes with each new demise. Each time he dies, Urien's remains are used to slowly grow another iteration of the master haemonculus, for he is the progenitor of the Haemonculi's regeneration process and each of his surgically altered bones holds the key to a dark resurrection. Over the ineffable span of his existence, Urien has died to bolt, flame, blade, bullet, toxin, hard vacuum and more grisly fates besides. Urien's wizened body has long lost the ability to regain the glory of a recently-fed Drukhari, for he is indeterminably ancient and has been alive since the time before the Fall of the Aeldari. Master Haemonculus Urien Rakarth, hovering above his writhing nests of blood-sucking haemovores. I will gladly make room for him in my grandest oubliette." If he wishes to learn from the master, let him come to me. This Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, occludes his mind to so many possibilities, and as such will never achieve the perfection he seeks - the perfection that I define through the practise of my craft. The Adeptus Astartes are powerful warriors, but their creators have always been too restricted in their vision. " I have long taken an interest in humans and their crude dabbling in fleshcraft. Yet the black well of Urien Rakarth's evil desires is dug far deeper than anyone knows. Infamous for his perverse carnivals of pain, the ancient Haemonculus is feted amongst the Dark City's upper echelons as a truly gifted artist of agonies. He is a dark legend, to some a figure of virtual folklore, to others a grim and monstrous fact. Now, only the most grandiose transmogrifications of Commorrite society pique his interest - those that allow him to revel in the depravity of his twisted imagination.įrom the lowliest menial to the highest lord, there is not a soul in the Dark City that does not know the name Urien Rakarth. Though he once enjoyed a senior position in the intrigues that bind Commorragh, he has transcended squabbles over power and prestige entirely. A depraved genius in the fields of bodily manipulation and anatomical sculpture, Rakarth's skill as a fleshcrafter is legendary. Urien Rakarth is a Drukhari and the Master Haemonculus of the Prophets of Flesh coven. Urien Rakarth is among the most powerful of the Drukhari Haemonculi. Urien Rakarth, an excerpt from his address to his audience prior to the Mallendroch Massacre Thus does he who masters pain become a god." It is the key to creation and destruction both.
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