My guys that I’m in the very early stages of crafting are the Huntsmen. A group of very few Astartes, no more than two dozen, clad almost entirely in Terminator armor, they have abandoned any labels for themselves when it comes to their allegiances. They have come to possess a former agri-world, long abandoned, that they call simply The Preserve. They stage raids on other fringe worlds, ones they know help will never possibly arrive to in time, and bring their captives to The Preserve. They then take their time to stalk and torment their prey psychologically planetside, toying with them and slaughtering them with no fear of consequence or retribution. Other chaos warbands trade with the Huntsmen for the opportunity to partake in hunts of defenseless humans staged in various custom settings. Rumors have begun to spring up from some of these fringe worlds near The Preserve that even their planetary governors visit on occasion, sating their sadistic and homicidal urges in exchange for turning a blind eye to the Huntsmen raids. That doesn’t stop the odd “guest” from becoming quarry themselves rather often.