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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 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...
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...
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 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...
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...
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...
"Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Ork" Excerpt from Musings of Heretek Anathaema, attributed to Roi Bat1 (cross ref "men of iron"). Sole extant copy kept under Omega seal in the...
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...
The Gauss discharges lit the scenery in a stark strobing pattern, the whine from each individual shot lost amongst the fusillade. Xenos lightning atomised whatever it hit leaving blackened dust and scorch marks where only moments before had stood...

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