The Eye of Terror
Home of Chaos

Being in part a disclosure of the dread Powers of Chaos, and in the main an illustration of said Powers' followers and daemons and other divers abominations, especially those damned warriors and heretics that comprise the Traitor Legions, and wherein is conducted an examination of the most lamentable extent of Chaos to be found in the Imperium of Man; and a further discussion of the daemons, mortals and sundry creatures who worship, serve, follow and venerate the dark Powers of Chaos within that hellish Region of the Galaxy known as the Eye of Terror.
Taken from Codex: Chaos v2

The dark and twisted history of Chaos is a rich bastion of knowledge. Deeper within the Eye, you will find tales of such horror and defilement that you too may join the forces of Chaos. From the Fall of the Great Eldar Race, to the Fall of Mankind; Chaos is the epitome of all.

The Birth of the Prince of Chaos
The Fall of the Eldar Race
The Great Liberation
The Events of the Horus Heresy
The Faces of Our Masters
The Dark Gods of Chaos
The Army of Our Lords
The Traitor Legions
The Grand Scale Forms of Destruction
The War Machines of Chaos


A warp/realspace interface of immeasurable magnitude, the Eye of Terror is a realm of madness and dispair, where skies weep blood, ancient stars burn in multicoloured flares and the whims of the Dark Gods of Chaos hold sway. Synonymous with discord, terror, ancient secrets and insanity, no other place in the galaxy fills the mind with such dread and forebodding.

The Eye of Terror is the largest refuge of the followers of the Old Gods, the birthplace of hideous Daemons: an anarchic abode of monstrous entities who eternally crave for dominance of the material world. From within its shifting bounds, the Traitor Legions strike forth in their countless raids and forays into Imperial space. Emerging from its tumultuous reaches, armies spill forth to enslave and destroy, in an everlasting war that has been waged for ten thousand years without mercy or abatement. Constant vigil must be kept, for many times over the millennia have the Emperor's enemies slipped past like assassins in the night, leaving millions dead and worlds ravaged before they slink back to their nightmarish fastnesses within the Eye of Terror.

The Eye of Terror distorts and shatters the psychic beacon of the Astronomican. Surging waves of energy pulse up to a thousand light years from its heart, sweeping whole fleets thousands of light years off course or wiping them from existence in the blinking of an eye.

Of all approaches to the Eye of Terror, the area around the world of Cadia is most navigable, although still treacherous and uncertain. Why this is so cannot be fathomed, but many attribute this effect to the numerous alien artefacts, some larger than worlds, that lie in wilderness space around the region; or perhaps it is the ancient constructions on Cadia itself that somehow quiet the violent torrents of the Warp. Known as the Cadian Gate, this area is the most closely guarded of all regions in the Imperium. Orbital stations numbering in their hundreds hang in the depths of space and five thousand watch stations and listening posts can be found in planetary orbits and on otherwise deserted moons and asteroids, every eye and ear searching for some omen, some sign of impending doom and disaster.

Fully a thousand regiments of Imperial Guard stand at constant readiness to respond to an incursion and no less than ten Space Marines Chapters maintain their fortress monasteries close by to watch for any sign of invasion. Three Titan Legions wait for the call to arms and untold vessels of Battlefleet Obscuras constantly make patrols and sweeps of the thousands of nearby star systems.

And yet, for all this watchfulness, Chaos cannot be held at bay. Lone vessels strike at Imperial shipping; agents slip through to spread their treacherous wisdom and creeds to the unfaithful who will listen; warbands constantly harry the Emperor's forces. Most terrifying of all are the Black Crusades, when a mighty leader rises from the ranks of the Chaos Space Marines, uniting them in their unholy purpose. Ancient covenants and pacts with dark beings are made in blood and Daemons are brought forth by archaic sorceries that would shrivel the mind of the uninitiated. These hosts break through the wards of the Imperium, killing and maiming all that lies in their path, revelling in unholy desecration, wanton savagery and bitter revenge. For every fleet and army turned back or destroyed, another ten lie in wait, waiting for the time when the vigil lapses, when the guards grow weary and the guns lie at rest. May that time never come - for if it does, it will be the doom of Humanity.

Extract from the Galaxia
Daemonica Perpetua of Jerome
[By order of Inquisitor Dalma, 453.M35]

Taken from Codex: Chaos Space Marines v3

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