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“Move it Shas’la!” Streams of bolter fire raked across the advancing Fire Warriors, Por’el Kishem’s leader shouted to his comrades below as he returned fire with his pulse carbine, standing defiantly at the crest of the rubble landscape. Por’el clambered...
Suffer not the witch to live, truer words had never been spoken. For the witch is insidious, cunning, and formidable. Like the rats that inhabit the hive cities, though innumerable in their number, the witch hides in plain sight,...
He stood at the crest of a colossal crater carved out only moments prior to an apocalyptic orbital barrage that brought wrath and ruin to the once sprawling metropolis below. His chain-axe already dripped with the blood of those...
Eidolon swung his thunder hammer two-handed throwing all his transhuman might into the swing, his intended target vaporised upon impact with its now liquidised remains scattering in a gruesome ark. The Orks cared not for this display, the utter...
Like a putrescent bow wave the forces of grandfather Nurgle were preceded by a toxic miasma that rotted all organic matter and turned the very air toxic. The effect looked like a churning brown smog that rolled forwards over...
The cold blue light of Theobald's Star shone through the massive stained glass window that dominated the strategium on the Pentacost, its steel framework casting a hexagrammic shadow on the marble floor of the cavernous hall. A complex geometric...
Thunderous cannon reports heralded the arrival of the Fallen Knights of House Koranyon. The very earth shook as in fear as the colossal warmachines bestrode the field of battle, torsos rotating on their waist pivots, guns venting their unholy...
Zharapa the Imperious raised his warscythe above his head and at his signal his undying legions began their methodical advance. The brass armoured interlopers continued their bombardment but it would come to nothing despite their unfailing accuracy. Necron warriors...
Adneichel struggled against the gloom. His transhuman vision availed him nought in the whiteout conditions, the world around him rendered monochrome by the biting cold. The autosenses of his tactical dreadnought armour cycled continuously through various spectra but none...
Lhote shivered under his heavy robes despite the scorching desert wind. He never got used to the curious sensation of feeling air moving through his empty eye sockets. The desert air of Aral III brought with it the stench...

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