In the dark future of the 43rd millenium…/In der dunklen Zukunft des 43rd Jahrtausend…

Line of Blood “Brother-chaplain, I have a question to ask, concerning a dream I had.” Gracefully the young marine sank to his knee in front of the sanguinary priest, bowing his head in respect. Even for an astartes he moved with remarkable

Rausina 18 aftermath: Chaos thwarted, but Khornes Glory waits. / Rausina 18 Nachwehen: Chaos vereitelt, aber Khornes Ruhm wartet.

As I kneel before you, my master, the mighty crimson glory of the sacred Bloodletters chosen, I confess to defiling our sacred purpose by failing to capture the eastern activation runes. I humbly request to be put to death, allowing my life’s

Rausina 17>18: Obituary / Nachruf

Somewhat disoriented, Azrael awoke. Above him he saw the pearlescent surface of an eldar habitent shimmering gently. Tiny sounds told him at least three of his brothers were asleep near him, and people were moving about outside, their sounds muffled. Experimentally, he

Rausina 17: Aftermath / Nachwirkungen

Ignoring the pain, Azrael gathered himself up and limped over to where the Autarch had sunken down. The last of the eldar warriors that had been with them in the Wave Serpent and fought at Fitheak’s side to the end was with her.

Rausina 14: Growing Suspicions / Zunehmende Verdachtsmomente

Saeffen began to run when she heard the alarm go off. This was exactly what she had been dreading all along since Lucius had sent her off to chaperone their mysterious Eldar visitor back to her people on Rausina. They were allegedly

By way of an explanation… or How it all started / Wie alles begann

All right, all right, I know there is such a term as “fluff rape”. Now, before anyone accuses me of this, I will dig deeply into the very beginnings of my Wh40k gaming days, and tell you the story of how my

…and on we go with our History Lessons / und weiter mit den Geschichtsstunden

This is brand new, actually, although it belongs to- well, you better figure that out for yourselves. In the High Grass A whisper. “Azrael.” Melodious. Familiar. Urgent. “Azrael!” Her breath on his auricle, soft as down. A hand on his shoulder, gentle

Another History Lesson (or two) / Noch ein oder zwei Geschichtsstunden

Returning the four Marines to their chapter, the wounded Fitheak ends up stranded on Baal. When the infamous Inquisitor Bertolli gets too nosy around the Blood Angel’s Fortress Monastery, Commander Dante charges Brother-Sergeant Azrael to see that the Inquisitor will not stumble