Short Stories and Scribbles
Many generations ago by mortal standards, Farseer Aramën had been a well-respected and powerful Farseer for Craftworld Alaitoc. She had been on the Seer Council and her gifts of forsight were well embraced by her kin – until she decided that the choices of who to save and who to leave to die weren’t questions …
“A Necron warhost appeared, destroyed the orcs and left?” Eldar Autarch Hama questioned, an air of sarcasm in his voice. “That’s what we saw,” the Ranger replied. “They even burnt the orc camp before leaving to make sure that no spores survived,” he finished as he turned and headed back towards his group, their long …
“Overlord Varek,” Kalistabán continued now speaking in a crude common tongue that the Necrons would understand, bowing slightly as he did so. “You’ll see I have fulfilled my end of the bargain, the relic is yours to take.” “V’all?” Varek responded almost ignoring Kalistabán, his metallic voice grating against the Eldar’s ears. As Kalistabán turned …
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 …
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 …
