Examination
Farseer Cailenn Ilain faced her student, they sat on the bare floor of the chamber, deep with the craftworld Ai’belcanoic. The white wraithbone walls were veined with psychoactive crystals and…
Farseer Cailenn Ilain faced her student, they sat on the bare floor of the chamber, deep with the craftworld Ai’belcanoic. The white wraithbone walls were veined with psychoactive crystals and…
While the stars died, fires stifled by the cold one by one, their attendant planets spiralled to their own dooms, and void-vessels screamed as the Warp imploded, daemon and mortal…
Auldinwë stood valiantly atop the mangled corpse of a greater daemon of Slaanesh–its desirable pink flesh marred and ruined. The Howling Banshee raised her power sword into the air, wailed…
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‘... and never respond to anything not addressed to you directly,’ Madgie said, placing the crystal champagne flutes on the serving tray.Adma nodded, shifting the tray to compensate for the…
++ FOUR MINUTES OXYGEN REMAINING ++The mechanical voice grated in her ears, heard only by her. Artificial and sterile.Trooper Ginny Csilter drifted lazily in the null-gravity. Around her, a twisted,…
Henrik stepped into the cave and looked around. The Guardsman’s dim stab-light revealed scratch-marks on the walls and bones of past explorers on the floor. The air carried a trace…
Time and blood. And blood. And blood again. Anathema to mortals, time is my ontogenesis. In the Immaterium, I manifest on the edge of a bronze knife, in an age…
‘My skin is pallid. My soles are worn. Buboes burst as I sojourn. In foetid rivers, my skin is torn. May your child grant my immortal form! Rusting metal, rotting horns, take me to your Neverborn!’ Burghott sang from the centre of the viscous Nurgle sigil atop the craggy plateau.
Time heals all wounds.That was what people said anyway, but Solomon Hart wasn’t so sure. He looked over at his sister, huddled in one over-crowded corner of their hab-block. Her…