Solemnace is a tomb world of the Necrons, but it is unlike any other crypt-planet in the slumbering dominions of the star-gods. Its endless subterranean halls have been remade into a colossal galleria, a museum-world of impossible scale in which the treasures and curiosities of a hundred fallen civilisations are displayed in silent, immaculate rows beneath the cold light of unliving guardians.
The world is the domain of a collector among the Necron nobility, an overlord whose obsession is not conquest but acquisition. His deathless legions range across the galaxy not merely to slaughter, but to seize artefacts, relics and living specimens for the ever-growing exhibits of Solemnace. Whole species are catalogued here, their histories reduced to trophies arranged for the amusement of an intellect that has outlived reason itself.
To be taken to Solemnace is a fate stranger than death, for its captured wonders include the last remnants of races the wider galaxy has entirely forgotten. Adventurers who trespass upon its galleries in search of plunder find themselves added to the collection, another curiosity pinned for eternity beneath the gaze of its mad curator. Solemnace endures as a monument to the alien pride of the Necrons, a world where all of history is merely another item to be owned.
The atlas continues
