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Memnos shook his cowled head in despair, his aquiline features betrayed his dismay at the casual manner in which he was being dismissed. He, a scion of the most ancient house of Rhodea, one of the most ancient and...
Thunder followed fire, blooms of violence that formed brief manmade geysers of snow, soil and blood. The bombardment rolled onwards, sweeping the blasted ruins of Arkelia clean of xenos before the grinding advance of of the Death Korps 252nd...
Given the quite extreme variance in both chapter’s outlook and methodology it was perhaps only a matter of time that both fell into open conflict after extended operations in the Neckhar Rift. The constant toing and froing of the...
The angelic statues reflected from the flames in the centre of the square, lighting their lifeless cold bronze facade with a warm orange glow. Relics of a time long past, an imperium of a different age, now long dead. The...
The Raid on Luyten "WHO DARES WINS" Principia Belicosa. Attributed to Capt. Dawid Sterleng, circa M2. This curious episode in the seven year long kin-slaying that is even now, mere decades after the fact, being mythologised as the Horus Heresy took...
She stopped suddenly. There was no slowing of her movements beforehand, no signal that her hitherto perpetual motion was about to come to an abrupt end. One moment she was cartwheeling and pirouetting through her whitewashed surroundings at speed,...
Herrian flexed the foot long razored digits of his left claw, his right claw embedded in the ruined wall of a bombed out second storey hovel is all that kept him from plummeting to the debris strewn ground. The...
Sister Hild knelt, her holy bolter cradled like a new born against her armoured breast, the words of the 32nd Benediction of Righteous Hate issuing forth from her lips. Their Sister Superior led the squad in prayer, her face...
The unnerving, ululating wail of eradication beamers drowned out the constant buzz of galvanic rifle and radium carbine fusillades and the piercing screams of their xenos targets. The gleaming white cohorts of Metalica's Skitarii held a living tide of...
Elnêar cast the runes for a fourth time. The faintly glowing wraithbone leapt out of his palm and began to orbit him trailing its crystalline music of divination. The runes picked up speed, their inner luminosity changing from pure...

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