‘Come on,’ Jakob whispered. ‘Come on. Come on.’ It was all he could do to stop himself screaming. To stop himself from throwing down his tools. To stop himself from getting started. His grip, slick with nervous sweat, slipped as he fought to tighten a particularly stubborn bolt, sending his spanner clattering to the ground. The sound was deafening, despite…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 Silver-paved queues, divided across three ornate wooden stands by Nightweave silk, covered the hall and filtered us all through. I was stuck in the line behind two ork weirdboyz… or maybe mekboyz? Always hard to tell with orks unless they are shouting it at the top of their lungs. They yammered…
+++ I +++ Pyotr Alexei Raskolnikov – Raskol, to those who cared to know – hadn’t always had a secret patch of the lightless deep void to himself. Out here, lying low was far easier than hiding in the dust covered hive spires of his youth. The rogue trader’s space junker – the Venerium – and its crew were…
‘I was already a man when he came, heralded by a red star in the sky. I had barely proven myself as a part of my ser’s retinue when I was called upon to accompany her to the Feast of Champions. That was where I first lay eyes upon him. Pale and savage, a dark stain amidst the riot of…
Art by Noah Miller +++ THE BOY +++ The rumors started slow and built like a landslide, until panic gripped the streets. PDF satellites detected an object: a massive, lumbering derelict, lobbed at the planet from Throne knows where. The signals bursting off the hulk told them only one thing… Orks were coming. No one here had ever seen…
The fishing line soared through the still air, arcing gracefully. It plunged into a lake of water, so still it could have been a mirror. Snow-capped mountains were reflected in exacting detail, every crag and snowy slope picked out. The sun was low enough in the sky not to dazzle, and its slow journey into night set the evening sky…
+++ I +++ ‘She was a guardswoman,’ Demar’s mother, the Lady Oscyllia de Vrjier snarled, her lined and weathered face inches from her son’s. ‘She was a menial. She was fodder. She was unimportant. She existed to do one thing and one thing alone: to serve the Imperium.In death, her duty has been fulfilled.’ She was the love of…
My name is Quintus Atticus Agrippa. A name long on words and short on meaning. I’m just a man trying to get by in His Imperium like everyone else. I make what little money I can by providing a service in constant need: finding out what people want to know and dealing with problems they don’t. There are sewers full…
Zu’lasa Craftworld, Eldar: There is no information on this lost Craftworld in Imperial records other than the fact that it once existed. -Ordo Xenos records, known xenos gatherings +++ +Suranas, 657.2 Years until the Great Awakening+ The chamber shook, dust spilling from almost-seamless cracks to fall for long seconds before alighting on a surface. Moments later a solitary…
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