"Ангел Экстерминатус":
Guilt touched Forrix as he remembered the assault up the Kephalan Hill towards the last refuge of the self-appointed tyrant of Olympia, fighting through fortifications incorporated into the palace by a youthful Perturabo.
...
More and more rounds were falling, a radial bombardment pattern Forrix knew was centred on the strongpoint. A huge shape loomed from the mist before him, a roaring iron monster of thunder and noise. The vox sparked at his gorget, but he couldn’t hear anything beyond the muffled ringing and deadened whine of the blast-deafened.
The monster was coming to kill him.
It was the great beast of iron he had always known would one day kill him, ever since the oracle of Lochos had told him so as a boy. A childish fear, put away as a man, now rekindled in the face of its truth. Its great black maw opened and swallowed him whole, taking him down into a red-lit belly that stank of oil and machinery.
"Магнус Красный: Повелитель Просперо":
'Were you born on Olympia?' asked Ahriman as they passed beneath a polished ouslite arch commemorating the arrival of the Crusade fleets in Morningstar's system.
'No, I am one of the few remaining Iron Warriors to have been born on Terra,' said Forrix. 'I spent my boyhood in the shadow of the great mountain of Eite Mohr, but my heart is Olympian. As soon as I set foot on its rocky uplands, I knew I was home.'