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"Their coming was foretold. The Tyranids, the great devourers, they would be upon this place soon, their tendrils reaching deep into the planet’s heart and sucking, leeching, eating it from the inside. We had warned the mon’keigh, but our...
Lias Issodon watched the icons on his command display, red for the Necrontyr, gold for the 3rd, 6th and 7th Regiments of the Pugnax PDF, data relayed by orbital auspex arrays. The Mechanicus exploratory digsite on Pugnax III was lost...
The song of entropy. Inescapable and immutable. Death embraced before its coming. A gruesome fate greeted with mirth. Life riddled with rot. Ursien’s eyes snapped open as he severed his connection with the realm of dreams with a supreme...
He has no need to walk softly, for the rumbling of the engines of war at his back are an advertisement of their presence on this planet. Here, on this frozen rock, the Death Korps of Krieg march on...
The Canoness moved as quickly as her power armour allowed through the ruined building, with several Dominions at her back. They were all that was left of the battalion of sisters that had been sent to investigate a sudden...
A score of red armoured transhuman warriors made ready for war as they had done hundreds of times before. Gauntleted hands moved with well practiced precision as they stripped and cleaned their weapons of Quattara II's omnipresent dust. The...
Spitting with fury, Warlord Fangkrumpa stared down on his warband. “D’yu fink you iz real Goffz?!” he roared, “D’yu fink that bein’ a Goff is just painting yorgubbinz black and waving yorchoppaaroun’?! Koz I can tellzyu that I don’t see...
Banks of white mist drifted hither and yon despite the lack of wind, obscuring the knights as they stomped and clanked their way forwards through their new and strange environs. Their auspices were awash with ghost returns and static...
Cold light glinted off dull metal as serried ranks of Necron warriors marched in perfect lockstep. Unthinking, unfeeling and soulless slaves to their Phaeron’s timeless will. No residual spark of individuality nor inkling of self preservation remained within, they...
Nothing existed in the universe fouler than the stench of Nurgle’s diseased minions and sycophants. Though the Emperor had blessed his sons with masks, re-breathers, and enhanced lungs, there was no escaping the smell, because it was not a...

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