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"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...
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...
From the darkness they emerged, two ominous shadows, their tracks rumbling as they turn in unison, embedding the ground beneath them. A confusion of wires, moving parts, and callous skin stretched over metal forms a sick human resemblance. Emotionless,...
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...
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...
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,...
Tyberos stalked silently through the umbral darkness despite the weight of his tactical dreadnought armour. Even though he found himself within the bowels of his battlebarge the ways of the silent predator were so ingrained in his very essence...
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...
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...
Katerokan’s bolter gave voice to his frustration, its precursive roar echoing from the surrounding ruins. His would be target vanished in an explosion of multi hued pixels rather than the effusion of blood that Katerokan wanted. The vox was...

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