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Snowflakes blew in on the coat tails of a cold breeze as a robed figure entered the head's office of the schola. The office was small and cozy-like with a high ceiling that was criss-crossed with support beams. Laid out on the floor was a massive fur rug of one of the planet's native predators.  Several bookcases lined the walls and a small rack with a dueling saber and several knives sat off to one side of the room and a miniature wood stove sat on the other side. Between some of the bookcases was a door that could only lead to the head's bedroom. The headmistress, Sadine Ellinia, of the Sepheris Secundus scholam progenium sat behind her

"What do you mean Semper hasn't returned?" Kyrin shuffled nervously in her navy blue body glove as her superior stared her up and down quizzically, looking for an answer to a question he already knew. She knew it was her fault for underestimating their target, and for sending her darling Assassin Ean to kill the infamous Blood-Priest. Just in front of the body-glove wearing acolyte was a shabby looking desk with random data-slates strewn about, with a rather large bolt-pistol just in the middle of the mound of it all. The desk's occupant had his booted feet on the desk, in a relaxed posture as he judged his acolyte. No, his master's acolyte

He watched from the many windows of the abandoned hab-complex. It was perfect; the densely packed streets below would be the sacrificial area, full of scum who knew their way around a gun or blade. The blood would flow then. Like a river it would flow, until only corpses remained. Leo Sarhan grinned toothily at the thought; the two followers behind him could sense his rising excitement for the bloodletting to come. "Have you made contact with the splinter cult?" He growled. "W-We have, great Blood-Priest" one of his followers said in hesitation. A smile creased his bearded face. At first glance he would come off as nothing more than a dir

“Hold” Corporal Prinz whispered back to his fellow squad mates and their officer. He had been on point for the past several hours and had begun to hate it already. A full dozen Fire Warriors stood just around the corner with an escort of Battle-Suits, and he’d already seen what the pulse-rifles the xenos were toting around could do. Nasty bit of tech-heresy, but he wouldn’t mind owning one himself. Trooper Volzir snapped him out of his thoughts, as he tapped Prinz’s shoulder and asked with swift hand movements “How many?” He never was that good at it but he roughly signed back “a dozen Fire-Warrio

The sky was the color it had always been in the Eye of Terror, whatever the warp willed. Today however it was the color of freshly spilled blood and an arterial blue, it mixed in the centre of the sky, making a whirlpool of fantastic colors. “Fantastic day isn’t it?” a xenos dressed in an armor of flexible metal and ceramics purred. “Not really my type of weather sir…” an armored figure with a blue apron tied over the front of his person replied back. The Dark Eldar looked back as he lead the employee to his skimmer, a sly smile crossed his face as all kinds of thoughts swept through his unclean mind. &

Into the Maelstrom: Prologue Within the star clusters known as the “Path of the Righteous” in the north of Segmentum Ultima lies the Selucan sector. The Selucan sector teems with star systems of loyal Imperial worlds, many dedicated to the growing of foodstuffs for the massive populations of other systems, others to the manufacturing of weapons for the Emperors armies. In one such system designated Bolan Alpha, exists the planet of Calferas, a forge-world dedicated to the manufacturing of weapons and vehicles that sustains the ongoing wars waged by the Armies of the Emperor. Home to massive Mechanicum forges dedicated to the uplif

The Fried Chicken Pirates Captain Kizzie – Captain of the heavy class Caravel S.S. Chicken Breast. Standing inches above his crew he brings fear and comedy to his subordinates while gorging on the ships name brand food.  He wields his signature fists of steel as his main weapon with acid spitting as his second and has rock hard skin. His only fear is of am bionic juices (fetuses). First-mate Ed – First-mate of the S.S. Chicken Breast and older brother to Captain Kizzie, he has sporadic flight abilities (will randomly fly in a certain direction without his knowing). An aura of Dark-blight surrounds his very being engulfing those he