The Smiling Grox
‘Throne, I never thought civilian clothes could be less comfortable than power armour,’ Sister Esperanza fiddled with the collar of her tailored suit, her gait stiff. ‘And I never thought you’d…
The Funeral-Goer
Today is the Feast of the Emperor’s Ascension, and I am at a funeral. Istar Korthos Icilius – minor local celebrity, an artist most subtle – has brought us together.…
Friend to the Martyred
The village would have once been described as quaint. Situated in idyllic, sun-drenched lands with gently rolling hills, it nestled securely in their shade. Its streets were clean-cut and well-maintained,…
Hunt
The wolves hunted at night.Or that’s what I thought they were. They were elusive shapes, shadows that moved fluidly. Always hunting, picking at the lost, the stragglers, the exiled. We…
Bend the Knee, or Die Screaming
Agoria. Federation Capital world. Nighttime.‘Kira Coriolanous of the House Coriolanous, sobriquet: Red Princess, age: 21, accreditation: Rogue Trader [foreign title/unrecognised] and master of the Terra’s Stride, displacement: sprint frigate/Galleon-class, archeotech…
The Sin of Memory
Our only sin was memory. We remembered our transformations, not as the holy apotheosis that was preached to us by the Dark Angels, but as the warping and the mutilation…
Injustice
After thirty-four years standard of doing menial work in the Archivum of the Holy Inquisition, two highly trusted and valued menials—a fellow named Falden and myself—were called in for special…
Good Business
The bag landed on Bravian Staur’s desk with a thud followed by several soft clanks as the contents shifted. The rogue trader raised an immaculately curated eyebrow and stared down at it.
Divine Intervention
The bells did not ring on Apate V. The shrines were covered in black cloth, the preachers silent in their pulpits. Even the famed Novum Choir simply droned sorrowful dirges to crowds of weeping pilgrims.
And the Mountain Fell
Magos Telleos stood inside the Gargant's idol-like head and knew he was a heretic. He cared little; his peers would grovel for his forgiveness when the Omnissiah’s blessed work was…
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