Path of the Ghost
One hundred years ago, I died upon the petal strewn fields of fair Myiathra where I felt no sorrow. For that century I was at one with the abiding spirits…
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…
Extinction’s Welcome
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…
A Wolf in Sheepskin
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…
On The Hunter’s Watch
Once a primitive, plains-dwelling race, The T’au have formed a spacefaring empire by bringing together several intelligent alien races to combat the hostile Imperium of Man. When a T’au cadre led by commander M'COVA ("EERVEE") is ambushed, she finds herself isolated and introduce to a strange world's inhabitants – and an an enigmatic woman (MARLENE BARCOV). Thrust together, M'COVA must navigate a coded dance of indoctrination, and resistance to discover whether humanity can ever be trusted.
The True Lords of Entropy
‘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.
An Endless and Unfathomable Void
Pink clouds meant that the rain had passed and the morning had come. Shifting grey mist floated through the shrine, as water dripped silently from the green tiled eves. The…
The Chronomancer’s Apprentice
Hakulek winced as another crash reached his audio receptors. Even through layers of shielding, both esoteric and mundane, the noise was getting louder.
Calculated Mischiefs
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 'Kill-kill the interlopers!' Ghree screeched and fired his fusil until his digits had gone numb. The cacophony of chaotic combat surrounded…
Vox Dei
‘It was his time to go,’ the Guildmaster said. ‘It was a good funeral.’Perhaps, in the old days, scattered ashes would have painted sparkling diamonds across the Core. A glittering…
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