Short Stories and Scribbles
“They’re our allies for the foreseeable future,” came Farseer Aramën’s thoughts telepathically through to Exarch Sarinah, the various spirits residing within him becoming conflicting voices over the meaning of the message as a host of Necron Warriors appeared in a flash of green in front of his Dire Avengers. As an Exarch of the Fallen …
It had been many passes since Aramën had seen the Hive – since she had created the Hive, and she felt no less guilty now as she had been then. Its rate of growth had been faster than she predicted, much faster, and the velocity of its trajectory down to Fifé was staggeringly quick. As …
“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 …
First orks, then Eldar with news of an army made of living metal, and now a Tyranid Hive on its way to consume the planet… If this is all true and I survive, my grandchildren will have some of the most fantastic bedtime stores, William Thorpe thought to himself. As he sat in a corner, …
The only issue with the gift of foresight, was that it was very hard to get those who didn’t understand its concept to believe you, Aramën thought to herself as Governor William Thorpe once again, started arguing very loudly that he couldn’t trust an alien, especially an Eldar. As much as she wanted to save …
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 …
“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 …
