Today we send our intergalactic ship, The Dawn Treader, on its long voyage into the stars - to discover new hospitable worlds and possibly intelligent life. Its crew will look upon this vessel as their home and the world to which they live. They will care for it as it will care for them and …
“Autarch, the Humans are attempting to contact us.” “Let them speak,” Hama replied, striding into the centre of the Xamath’s command bridge as a short rotund Human appeared on the holo-screen. “This is Governor William Thorpe, requesting an audience with Farseer Aramën.” Adjusting his jaw to speak in the primitive Human language, Hama replied, “Farseer …
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 …
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 …
As the last of the Orks fell and no more enemies remained, Varek felt the anger and hatred seep out of him, along with most of his energy. Collapsing onto his knees from exhaustion, his vision of the world started to return to normal, his body was once again his to control and for all …
Ducking under the wild swing of the Warboss’ power claw, Varek continued the momentum of his warscythe, swinging the spear-like around him and slashing a gaping hole in his advisories armour as he turned and stepped back out of reach. Roaring with anger the Warboss doubled his efforts to keep Varek within striking distance of …
He had been a great man once, before the ruin and betrayal of their race Lord Ümabar thought to himself in a momentary passing of clarity…They were getting fewer and fewer; those moments where he felt alive, where his imagination would run free and his memory could come flooding back to him. Although Ümabar couldn’t …
