Editing Victorum Sector (section)

==The Saint==
<blockquote>''“And their works were Cast Down from the Lightless Palaces,''
''And the Saint did set her Beasts upon them in their ruins.”''

::-<small>Extract from ''A Light Fantastic'' by Sector Governor Henry dé Arsene I, formerly Lord Militant General, 1st Vereth Lancers</small></blockquote>

History records that Saint Rosella Castor began her life as a loom-girl, living in one of Babylum's ancient walled city-states a millennia after the Horus Heresy. From these humble origins, she raised a faith and an army, and went on to become one of the greatest conquerors of her age.

Eons ago, Babylum had been a minor arcology colony settled by disparate interests. During the chaos of the Age of Strife, the colonists had survived only through the repressive and hypnotic control of self-appointed Archons, masters of voidships who brought vital fuel and raw resources to the failing towers. In time, the Archons set themselves up as gods, and the walls of the arcologies fell as cities of stone encrusted their roots. A small interstellar empire was founded to feed the Archon's reconstruction and rule, and the Patriarchate of Babylum emerged. The Patriarchate prospered for a time, until they met the Falx Gladocracy. Ancient starships duelled and helot-soldiers warred, but the Patriarchate, though superior starfarers, were no match for the Falxian's sorcerous knight-engines. Only the vicissitudes of the Warp, barely navigable by these petty empires who lacked navigators or sorcerers, saved them from conquest.  

The coming of the Great Crusade turned the tide for a time. Though forced to renounce their titles of faith, the inherently cynical Archons retained the use of their hypno-indoctrination techniques and mass-produced rank upon rank of barely-literate auxilia to be hurled against the Gladocracy's forces. But it was only temporary, and with the carnage unleashed by the Horus Heresy, the Patriarchate was left lost, spent, and alone.

Rosella Castor's world was a battleground, caught between the degenerate remnants of the cult-kings and their armies. Their stellar empire was a long-lost memory, and reavers from across the stars had play in the wilds beyond the city walls. The weaver-girl grew up in the thrall of a false god, but doubt was ever in her heart. To ease her mind, she took to walking the cities and the abandoned arcologies at their heart, long-since plundered by the Great Crusade. Among the ruins, Saint Castor asked the Six Questions and received the Six Answers. To this day, the parable of The Twelve is a holy tale and its numerological significance is woven into the cultural fabric of the Sector.

Saint Castor was able to unite her scattered people and cleanse Babylum of its enemies. Inspired by the legends of the Great Crusade, Saint Castor would embark on her own crusade of vengeance against the Falx Gladocracy, enlisting the aid of long-forgotten Imperial hold-outs, degenerate Adeptus Mechanicus refugees, and even, it is said, a lost chapter of Space Marines. 

Her legendary battles with the heretek Gladocracy, corsair Eldar, and foul Orks allowed the Seventh Tempestus Crusade, then slogging its way down the Pyleus Arm, to establish an Imperial foothold in the region. With a catalogue of victories, the Saint soon assumed command of the struggling Imperial forces, and would go on to purge the enemies of Man from hundreds of worlds, creating the foundations that would one day become three great Imperial sectors. To this day, she remains the spiritual heart of this region of the Segmentum Tempestus, her native city a shrine and a tomb.