Passchendaele VII, a medium sized industrial world in the northern sector of the galaxy. The Planets consists of one huge continent which spans over half of the planet, the other half is a highly acidic ocean. The planet is incredibly flat and grassy, mountains do not exist and hills are a rare sight indeed. A generally cold planet, which is perpetually plagued by rain. Three hours being the longest time recorded as rain free in Imperial history. The rain, which is highly acidic, has turned all land on the planet into a muddy quagmire. With the soft mud making travel incredibly difficult, each unit has been assigned a Chimera transport to ferry them across the muddy plains. They are joined by many rough rider companies that ride the native beast named the "Whorse". Due to the flat landscape of the continent and therefore lack of natural cover, the Royal Regiment of Passchendaele VII also rely heavily on artillery bombardments to obliterate invaders as they struggle to cross the knee deep mud-fields. This strategy has proved successful in quelling invasions of Orks, Tyranids and Rebel scum through out the ages.
The men of the Royal Regiment are trained to a high standard by imperial measures and have a low casualty rate. As a result most of the soldiers of are considered to be veterans. Each squad is equip with a missile launcher and grenade launcher, as they are easily mass produced and can still operate in the acid rain better than plasma or melta weaponry can. Each soldier wears a high density polymer helmet, artificial fabric trench coat and gas-mask goggle combo to help protect him against the acid rain. Whorses are also dressed in a similar fabric to protect their lush pelts. The regiment is lead by Field Marshal Mortis, a veteran of many battles on countless worlds, and a tactical master, a stern man with a good sense of humour and an almost insane hate of Xenos and Chaos.
