Short Stories and Scribbles
Sprinting down the corridors after the Trueborn, Lileth and her Wyches came across the scores of broken and largely disintegrated corpses of of Humans and Eldar alike that Kalistabán had ordered to be maimed and destroyed; ensuring that they were never going to get back up and block their escape. Up ahead, she could hear …
Lilith gracefully slipped out of the webway portal and stepped onto the planet Jorn alongside Kalistabán and a score of Trueborn – armed to the teeth with blasters, shredders and splinter cannons. Looking over the horizon she could see the Tyranid hive floating above the planet as had been described to her, with a beam …
Theá was sat in his chambers, contemplating what Kalistabán had told him. He had no reason to doubt the truth of his words and yet, it seemed too good to be true – a device that would make him practically immortal. The fact that their naïve kin from the Craftworlds had created it simply puzzled …
Well at least they had some sort of proof that what the General was saying was in fact true. Whilst unwilling at first, Kalistabán had managed to persuade the General to tell him that the device in the temple would grant you unnatural healing, alter your body into perfection and make you practically indestructible. If …
Kalistabán was starting to curse the words of the human General that had led him to this sector of the galaxy… And the worst part was that he knew he hadn’t been lying, he’d seen to that himself. Standing on the peak of a rocky formation, he looked over the forest planet of Jorn, the …
Leaning forward in his throne, Theá closely watched one of his Wyches as she danced around a dozen or so orcs, her daggers cutting into their flesh just deep enough to hurt and infuriate them but not enough to kill or maim them. She was garbed in the usual outfit for a Wyche. Dressed in skin tight material …
Archon Theá V’all, leader to the Kabal of the Blooded Rose and one of the more mysterious Eldar in Commorragh stood on the Observation Deck of his personal flagship, the Bionnearan, as it departed from the hulking spherical vessel of silver he recognised as the Am’otep. In comparison to the dull and featureless Necron vessel, …
Antara returned to her chambers, a pair of new hyperphase swords in her hands. They had been Overlord Varek Záakesh’s old blades, from when he too had been a Lychguard. She had motioned to refuse them but she knew that it would be rude to turn away an Overlord’s gift. Since his promotion to Overlord …
Like Varek had planned, his airborne Doom and Night Scythes had been deployed first, their crescent moon shaped hulls screaming through the skies to take out the bigger guns and any ork air resistance before they could react. Then Ümabar and his host of warriors had materialised out the teleporters mounted to the underside of …
Ümabar was working his way along the corridors and walkways of the Am’otep on his way to see Varek… There was no doubt that he was looking to discuss Ümabar’s strike against the Greenskins reserve forces. Of course Varek could have just read the Lord’s mind but that wasn’t how Varek worked. Whilst he wasn’t …
