Rest Eterna
Welcome to Rest Eterna, a Five Parsecs from Home: Bug Hunt solo narrative campaign set in the grim darkness of the Warhammer 40,000 universe.
Eterna is a graveyard. A shrine world of the wardead. Eterna is not unique in its function within the Imperium of Man. Many such worlds are dedicated solely to the cataloguing and burial of those that fall in the Imperium’s defence. For there is no greater honour than to die in the God-Emperor's service.
And like so many other cemetery worlds Eterna is administered by the Ecclesiarchy and defended by its militant arm: the Adepta Sororitas. It is the Order of the Divine Storm that has the privilege of watching over the dead on Eterna. Like all Orders of the Adepta Sororitas, they are zealous in their veneration of the God-Emperor and utterly devoted to their duty. Bringing the annihilation of the Imperium’s foes with righteous fury.
Such veneration will be tested to its very limits, for with the opening of the Great Rift something evil stirs in the dark places of Eterna. Workers go missing, crypts have been desecrated and there is a restless tension within its cities. The gravediggers that tend the endless mausoleums and fields of grave markers talk of whispers on the wind that drive men mad, of the sound fingernails scraping on wood in the dead of night, of screams that echo through the dense forests seemingly without origin.
The dead are beginning to wake beneath the surface of Eterna.
Where once they watched over the honoured dead, now the Sisters of Battle must wage war against the reanimated horrors.
Prologue - Death Stirs
What started as a routine patrol quickly becomes a nightmare. Something foul as shown its hand in the quiet forests of Eterna and now the Adepta Sororitas must fight for their very survival.
Chapter One
The Enemy has made themselves known, as the undead pour out of Eterna’s deep forests the Sororitas find themselves stretched thin. Reduced to smaller combat teams the Sisterhood strikes where they can, frantic to find the source of the malady that plagues their world before it’s too late. With every passing day the dead grow more numerous. With every menial that succumbs to sickness, the dead grow more numerous. With every warrior slain in battle, the dead grow ever more numerous.
Strike Team Baraqiel
To fight the forces of undeath requires more than just faith. While Strike Team Baraqiel might have faith in spades, do they have what it takes to survive the forces of decay and rot?
Mission One - Cemetery Epsilon-53
Dispatched to the heart of Eterna’s forests, Strike Team Baraqiel has been tasked with gathering intel on the Enemy. But with the undead lurking behind every tree and crypt, nothing is as easy as it seems.