The Mowing-Devil
Adeptus Ministorum The first sign of the Inquisition was a smoke-signal, across the sky: the vapour trail of an armoured landing craft. The wheat forest rippled as the craft passed,…
A Masterpiece of Mundanity
Two figures made their way down the street; the one in front strode with confidence, the one behind moved with the tell-tale crawl of a tracked servitor. They stopped at the entrance to a non-descript warehouse opposite a small Ecclesiarchy shrine.
Of Duty and Ash
Adeptus Ministorum Dawn brought fear, ash, and worse to Hypatia II. Atop the Hive’s brooding peak, the man’s cloak swirled like black mist as his Valkyrie returned to the stars.…
A Matter Of Time
Inquisitor Syman Kant allowed himself a brief moment to watch the single bead of sweat work its way down Prewitt’s furrowed brow.'Yes, it’s definitely bad,' Bellane Friemann commented, a half-smile…
Everyone’s Seen It
Adeptus Ministorum Interrogator Lorne strode into the dingy room, dataslate in hand. The center of the cramped space was dominated by a sturdy plascrete chair occupied by a slight man…
A Bruised Blade
'It was a beautiful war.'The warrior's eyes never lost their focus as he spoke – owing to the transfiguration of his biology, I doubt it was possible for him to…
Reclaim
Adeptus Ministorum The ground vibrates with the pile-driver growl of low orbit thrusters. Quall grits his teeth at the sudden nerves clamouring through his blood; tamps the impending flashback down,…
A Great Many Things
It's Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here... The following story includes pregnancy-related violence which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Adeptus Ministorum Three hundred and…