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The red lighting failed momentarily as another violent shudder rocked brother Erkhad in his restraint harness. His weapon did its best to buck free of his grip despite the mag locks, such was the ferocity of high velocity orbital...
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...
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...
The Aureum Ignis sundered the veil, trailing kaleidoscopic tendrils of aetheric energy from the wound that its translation had caused in reality. The heaving energies of the warp seethed and roiled at having its prey escape this unkind embrace...
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...
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 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...
Thunderous footfalls dislodged rusted debris, bringing them crashing down to the soiled ground only to be crushed underfoot by the trio of knights as they stalked through the industrial hellscape. Torsos swiveled left and right on their waist axes,...
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,...
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...

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