The Favourite’s Gamble
The child’s wide and stupid eyes regard Ezurath, its black pupils wet and sparkling in the dim white light.His hand tightens around its thin throat, enough to feel the blood…
False Salvation
Nhigều Do Sinn stood within the highest spire of his voidship situated in the Sanctuary of Divination. Held within an outstretched hand was a thread tied to a dangling plasteel…
Dissimulo Mors
Blood, both sacred and profane, flowed into the sigils cut into the stone floor. Van Saar Archeotek Stratto Cheynne’s screams echoed in the mirrored chamber. Strapped naked to the rack,…
The Parousia of WR-175
The ship’s hatch blasts open, followed by the searchlights of three Guardsmen rifles. They sweep the room, verifying it’s clear before motioning their Sergeant in. They’re following up on a…