A relatively unsophisticated planet under the firm control of the Ecclesiarchy, Novabellans mate a fierce adoration to the Imperial Creed with their agrarian and seagoing duties. No work is done without careful prayer and oferings to the Harvest-Father, their term for the Emperor. Fields are laid out in the shapes of religious icons, seeds are planted according to blessed revelations, and crops are reaped in time with ancient hymns. Despite periodic blights and other terrible calamities, their devotion has always been rewarded with wondrously abundant yields of grains and ish, which are processed into ration bars devoured (and dreaded) by many Guardsmen across Askellian space.