Up in the barren steppes of north Lenehen, food is scarce and as such the society has been built around this fact. Its population live clustered in massive hive-cities which are characterized by pyramidal, multi-levelled towers rising like mountains towards the sky. The government is known as the Tetrarchy, and strictly controls and rations the planet's meagre resources. Mordia naturally breeds discontent, and despite the large Adeptus Arbites presence in the region- the the Iron Guard is often the only thing that stands between order and total anarchy.
Life in Mordia is without a doubt one of the most harsh in the entire ACSN. What few resources the farms can produce are carefully rationed out to the sprawling population in the form of rations, tasteless nutri-paste often supplicated by starch-tubes and vitamin-drinks. Naturally a combination of a complete lack of culture, bad weather and awful food leads to discontent and misery amongst the populace (Incidently, Mordia has the highest suicide rate anywhere in the ACSN) and many choose a life in the Guard rather than live in the bleak confines of their hive.
Imperial Guard RegimentsEditA Mordian Iron Guard regiment in battle is a solid wall of brightly-uniformed, perfectly-formed soldiers who cut through the enemy's ranks with precisely-timed volleys of fire behind a hedge of polished bayonets. Even in the face of the most fearsome enemies and impossible odds, Iron Guard regiments will stand their ground, striking down their foe with disciplined fire; if forced to withdraw their lines will never break.
The Iron Guards prefer to go into combat wearing the same dress-style uniforms they do on the parade ground. The bright colors and elaborate decoration on Mordian uniforms often mislead their enemies into thinking they are facing ceremonial troops with little combat experience, though this misapprehension is usually corrected as soon as they attempt to advance in the face of the Iron Guards' precise volleys and unyielding resolve. Upon their formation each regiment is presented a lavish banner, created within the Tetrarchal Palace, during a ceremony at which every Guardsman swears to never let it fall or be captured- should it be captured in battle the Iron Guard will fight fanatically to reclaim it.