Lucius’s voice silently and gently called out to his savant servitor, Pretononius. The gentle clacking of the men-machine’s innards echoed throughout the small sanctum, which the High Inquisitor used as his private office. Pretononius was an ancient creation, with his mechanical parts
unencrypted pict transmission from inquistorial spyfly 23343355443LVC pict1 depicting a suspected artifact side, northeast of the greenbelt; improvised defences by combined tau/eldar xeno forces; defences look makeshift and built in a hurry pict2 depicting an assault by suspected “word bearer” space marines;
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
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
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.
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
Here we find ourselves in the Blood Angel’s Thunderhawk gunship, ferrying from the DROP OF BLOOD to the SWORDMAIDEN after narrowly escaping the bombardment by the Immortal’s guns: Azrael studied the Eldar’s face. A smear of blood graced her upper lip and she
Kombiniertes A/V/S Tagebuch des Großinquisitor. Aufgezeichnet und kompiliert von seinem Servitor-Savant Petrononius “Danke BLUTSTROPFEN wir übernehmen jetzt.” Der Capitän der Schwertmaid beendet die Voxübertragung. “Lord, das Thunderhawk wird bald in den Hangar 2 einfliegen, was soll geschehen?” fragte er den anwesenden Mann
Phew, what a weekend! Hardly any sleep, because we were never in bed before 0100 (rather always around 0400…). And why? Because we made HISTORY, at least in our Rausina campaign. It all started quite harmlessly with a space battle (we wanted
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