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O'kua's HUD pulsed red, the words INCOMING FIRE pulsed on his display. He banked his Crisis Suit away from the stream of fiery tracers originating from the debris field. The fire was deadly accurate and the suit shuddered as...
The throaty roar of promethium engines and the squeal of tracks presaged the passing of the Red Scorpions convoy. Several rhino chassis' vehicles advanced in line astern, razorback turrets and crew served stormbolters panning left and right in constant...
Augustus Fincham sat cross-legged in the middle of the disused slaughterhouse. All his hard life, he had sought the Truth. Not the “truth” spouted by the long dead preachers in their now-destroyed cathedrals. An Emperor worthy of worship would have...
Castellan Zargo eased the grip on his half drawn bolt pistol, his gauntleted fist shaking with furious indignation barely held in check by his trans-human discipline. He was shocked to discover that he had reached for his side arm....
"Shiny aren't they?" sneered Mukador as he racked his spike-festooned boltgun. Herros nodded, his helm’s daemonic visage cast in a crimson hue due to the hyper tectonically active surface of whatever blasted planet they found themselves upon. None had...
"Snicker snicker. Clatter clatter. Eeeeeeee! Nom nom nom..." Deployment: Dawn of War Points: 1500 Mission: Purge the Alien Tyranid Prime: lash whip and bonesword 30 Hormagaunts 30 Termagants 30 Termagants 3 Tyranid Warriors: 2× deathspitter; venom cannon 1 Venomthrope 3 Zoanthropes (1x Neurothrope) 1 Venomthrope 3 Biovores Carnifex Brood • Carnifex: twin-linked...
This city had once been bustling with life, now it was a scorched, dead ruin. Though the planet was far enough from its parent star that the entire surface was covered in ice and snow, Boshka had been a...
Click. The unthinkable had happened. Brother Ybanez pulled the trigger of his Godwin pattern boltgun again with the same disappointing non-result. "Stoppage!" He roared as he cocked his weapons bolt to clear the jammed round but the enemy was...
Casualty read-outs and status reports continued to scroll through Haesulth's retinal display. Defeat always tasted bitter but to be forced to withdraw from his own fortress… for a son of Perturabo it was unbearable. Already those Khorne-worshipping dogs were...
The action on Achilles 588 is but a footnote in the bloody kinstrife that thrice-cursed Horus unleashed on the nascent Imperium, lost in the colossal shadow cast by the events both immediately before and after it. By size it...

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