Adeptus Ministorum ‘There are places that man ought never explore. No one, including you.’ Ventis Sturluson, Scion of Seventh Spire, carried a tray of two golden goblets. A sea was etched in each rim, their waves trampled by white stallions. Crimson wine rippled within, reflecting the lavish painting of eight knights gathered beneath a large tree that covered the ceiling.…
Jeroen gripped the weapon. Sweat dripped into his eyes. The commissar stood a single pace in front of him, cool and defiant. The order made no sense. It went against everything he stood for. Time stretched out and the weight of the moment threatened to crush him flat. His heartbeat thundered in time with the drums. Cut to the…
I Sleep was sporadic at the best of times. An affliction that, Rouj de Hautevoyle concluded, was a consequence of prolonged interstellar travel. Whilst he had acclimatised to the boredom, the vita–D supplements and the ceaseless rumble of the enginarium, he simply could not adjust to the constant light in his hab-bunk, and had taken to throwing a heavy…
That afternoon, because it was midsummer and too hot to work in the fields, the village children went up the hill to see the Angel. A path had been worn into the forest floor and the children ran along it until their breath was gone. They walked until it returned again. Then they ran again. It was a long way…
‘There are some decent finds here, Kappa,’ Father Rust said. She watched as the old man neatly laid out the contents of her canvas bag on his workbench. They included vacuum tubes and lengths of wiring, cogwheels of various sizes, and a smattering of mechanical trifles that served no obvious purpose but looked useful or at least valuable enough. ‘I…
The captain’s voice rang out, sweet as silver. ‘This will not be easy!’ she shouted, loud enough for the entire section to hear. ‘There will be blood! And there will be losses! But I know, in my heart, that we can strike a bitter blow against the enemy, here and now! Fate has brought us here, fate and the God-Emperor…
He drifted on a vermilion sea, formless. Above, diamonds of starlight sparkled against a black satin sky. His consciousness had no memory of his body, he was merely a shadow adrift in the world between worlds – the Empyrean. How long he had been there was an unanswerable question. Time had no meaning. The sea and the sky and all…
Adeptus Ministorum The first witness described the threat as a monstrous hound wreathed in flame. A hopelessly simplistic identification, though not without its uses. My duty is to hunt the shadows of shadows, the phantoms haunting the murk of Imperial society. So often I am forced to begin with merely the vaguest outline of the truth. At the outset of…
+++After Action Report+++ +Incident: Loss of Imperator Class Engine – Rubello Arcanum+ +For the attention of: Lord Warmaster Kincaid+ +Ancillary Consideration: Fleet Admiral Lanctanius, Exulted Council of Legio Cattalan+ – +Interview Subjects+ [Princeps Majoris Maigret — Princeps: Rubello Arcanum] [Moderati Pyke — Rubello Arcanum] [Geode-Alpha-3 — Tech Priest: Rubello Arcanum] [Secutarii Axiarch Tan Iapuvon — Right Bastion Command: Rubello Arcanum]…
Adeptus Ministorum I – The Door That Eats Souls Sairi Nevara thumped her hands on the ornate door. She was swiftly running out of ideas and patience. She glanced behind her at the huge figure in the corner of the small room, laying motionless as if he were a discarded toy. He had still not moved. Turning back to the…
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