12 - Galrisian - Constanze, A strange discovery is made by the holy inquisition, the signs of a battle between an Alaitoc craftworld warhost and a black legion retinue.
Auferre trucidare rapere falsis nominibus imperium. Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant.
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."
"Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse." H. P. Lovecraft - Supernatural Horror in Literature
<< And the men who come after me will know the truth of what I say, because they see that infallibly various events predicted will be realized by me. They will even know those that remain to be fulfilled, because I've clearly indicated. Then intelligences will understand below the skies: but only when the time comes where ignorance is dissipated, the meaning of my predictions will become increasingly clear. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
The Tomb. It's an unfortunate fact that the bulk of humanity is too limited in its mental vision to weigh with patience and intelligence those isolated phenomena, seen and felt only by a psychologically sensitive few, which lie outside its common experience. ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Tomb
"Don't dare, wretched rover, drink from the fountain of sapience, that the fate becomes quiet into ignorance, Damning the bearer of wisdom." - excerpt from the third book of Aristotle
<< It's not yet born the one who will defeat you, but his name is already written in the high celestial spheres. Not today, Nameless. But tomorrow. You will lose, your war as your soul. Your betrayal, ten thousand years ago, condemn you to oblivion and echoes in eternity. >> Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
<< Foolish and presumptuous, do you thought to be the only one looking for this tomb? Because you know what is hidden, there. Because you know what soon will be ours, witch. He-She already delights for devoure the soul of your precious son, Til-Raèl; because I will kill him. Today, not tomorrow as you say, today, on this battlefield, victory will be ours. And his soul will be Him, Her, forever. >> The Nameless. Black Legion Slaanesh sorcerer.
<< If what I suspect will turn into reality, not the liberation, but the Exterminatus extremis, Galrisian, will be your fate. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
<< Lord Inquisitor. The imperial guard patrol that made the discovery is in standstill, we wait yours provisions. >> << Eliminate them. And set the Inquisition seal on the entire perimeter on all the imperial systems, from the highest command charge up to the last of the auxiliaries. Dust to Dust. The God Emperor will bring back this faithful souls with Him. Only our forces will have to patrol the sector. Let's send the servo-skulls reconnaissance holy division. I want the most reliable reconstruction of the events. And pick up all the bodies. Every single body, armor, equipment. Nothing will have to remain, after our holy inquisitorial investigation, the sector will be erased from the face of this planet with a cold melt bomb and doomed at the damnatio memoriae. >>
The Holy Orders of the Emperor's Inquisition, more commonly known as the Inquisition, are the powerful secret police of the Imperium responsible for guarding the souls of humanity. The purpose of the Inquisition is to identify and destroy the myriad of potential threats to the Imperium and humanity. Such is the Inquisition's power that it answers only to the Emperor. Founded in the aftermath of the Horus Heresy, the organisation's members are agents known as Inquisitors
Hundreds of servo-skulls arrive, released from a little vessel of the inquisition entered into the atmosphere, an unnamed vessel, in fact never registered in the imperial fleet codex. Starting from the mighty inquisition's spacecraft, with a short travel it arrives and lands over the sector, landing in a glade. Shady and black figures slip out the ship, while the servo-skulls disperse in the sector cataloging all information and detail: decrypting, investigating, rebuilding. A delegation of black hooded executes the Lord Inquisitor's order, incinerating the patrol of the imperial scouts and the commissar who held them. Flames that everything devours: bodies, secrets, truths.
Planet: Galrisian Sector: DTZ35-98745.12 Verdun forest Relevance: Servo-skull devices on the ground. Scan of the ground's perimeter. Battle's reconstruction in progress... Forces: Battle ended. Black legion and Alaitoc Craftworld casualties detected. Battle's reconstruction in progress...
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<< The servo-skulls are coding the sector, Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. An orcish settlement has been abandoned for years. It's as if they had tried to colonize this area, but someone, or something, made them desist. The orks' devastation is clear in all its madness, but the area near the cemetery is intact. The orks didn't approach the cemetery, they didn't enter. Something kept them away. Unclean forces have been working here, My Lord. The cemetery doesn't appear in the imperial archives, it must be a building dating back to the age of Apostasy. >> Inquisitor Dario Diaspora. Ordo Hereticus.
<< Red King, The mortal remains of Implacabilis Vindictae were transported on the Interstellar Cargo "Divine Mercy". I personally oversee the difficult task, as the whole front is a hornbeam of orks' fighters. >> << Veteran Princeps Bezmenov, His machine spirit doesn't respond, but he will resurrect, again, in the forges of Charcall, where true metal lives! Long live at you! >>
The Inquisition.
Ordos are a major operational subfaction within the Imperial Inquisition. As the Inquisition possesses neither a formalized hierarchy nor leadership, each Inquisition is free to pursue the mission of humanity's survival in the manner they see most appropriate. Like-minded individuals gather together to investigate areas of mutual interest and concern, as bounded by one of the many Inquisitorial Ordos. Each Ordo comes and goes with the times, for many Inquisitors move freely between them according to their own whims and judgement. Ordos can grow larger in crises and then exist only on paper until its field becomes relevant once more. Association with an Ordo is not a matter of absolute allegiance, nor does it preclude an Inquisitor's involvement in matters pertaining to another Ordo.
The Ordo Hereticus (known as Witchhunters) is one of the three major orders of the Inquisition. Their specific role is protecting mankind from itself, by combating such internal threats as treason, mutation, heresy and witches. They are aided militarily by the Adeptus Ministorum's Sisters of Battle. Because of its vast jurisdiction and mission, the Ordo Hereticus is the largest of all the Inquisition's Ordos. The Ordo Hereticus was founded much later than the Ordo Xenos and Ordo Malleus, created after the Age of Apostasy which occurred during the second century of the 36th millennium. The Apostasy and the many heresies that took root during the anarchy, had severely destabilized the Imperium in a way not seen since the Horus Heresy. The Ordo Hereticus was formed as a check on the Ecclesiarchy, ensuring that another man like Vandire could not gain the level of power and control he did. Although the Ecclesiarchy has its own internal regulatory bodies, it is still the role of the Inquisition to monitor all organizations of the Imperium, including the Ecclesiarchy.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Chaos Forces Detected ++ ++ Decreasing traces of immaterium at 57%. Space and time laws compromised in the sector ++ ++ Traces of Daemons aura ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Sending data of the Alaitoc Eldar army ++ ++ Guardians, aspect warriors, sending data ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Traces of warp powers. Kaela Mensha Khaine aura ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Black legion marines deploy near the river, in a compact line ++ ++ Two forlorn hope retinues hold the position in overwatch behind the forest, near the cemetery ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ The Alaitoc army advance in a compact line, the wind riders cover the flanks ++ ++ The chaos and eldar armies procede towards the cemetery ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Clash happened 73 day ago. No life presence in the area ++ ++ decreasing traces of immaterium at 43%. Space and time laws compromised in the sector ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
Dozens of servo-skulls travel fast on the valleys, paths, and slopes, rebuilding every single movement of the battle. Up and down, down and up, silent and fast transmitting data, codes, secrets into the iron chest of the inquisition, on encrypted channels, inaccessible to anyone if not of a member of the ordo. But the piles of bodies clearly shows that the main clash took place near an abandoned cemetery. Anonym, sad, miserable. A few hundred battered stones. A cemetery, as there are thousands on the planet. Names deleted from memory, from history, from the hearts of their loved ones, they too passed out now. But only one tomb has been profaned.
<< Proceed in the name of God Emperor, Servants of the One. The sons of Babel was here. The hellish powers sprang up with their angry wrath and the deceptive subtlety of the eldars. Get close to the graveyard, but be on guard. I still feel the unclean presence of warp's daemons. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora, send a dispatch at the Holy TERRA. The way to the unclean book could have been discovered. And ask to open a communication channel with the Alaitoc craftworld, for what it's worth... >> << Yes, my Lord. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
The hooded black column advances to the cemetery, cautious and silent, along the dead battlefield, between smoking ruins and horribly mutilated corpses. The clash was atrocious. Black emissaries of the Inquisition, while a hundred silent servitors are aligned, waiting the order to amass carcass and debris on the Inquisition ship.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Eldar scouts stay firmly in overwatch, covering the dark reapers' advance ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ An aspect warrior warhost of howling banshees and striking scorpions march behind the forest on their way ++
++ On the opposite side two forlorn hope retinues confirm they overwatch, in garrison, covering the advance of the chaos army ++
++ The war walkers advance, hiding behind a forest at the left of the cemetery, it seems the eldars at this stage that are advancing and taking ground ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ The black legion warbikes advance hiding behind a hill, followed by a dozen summoned hellhounds ++
++ The eldar are concentrating their forces inside the wooded hill, an aspect warriors warhost of dire avengers and fire dragons advance inside ++
++ The chaos forces react, and move their first retinue inside a forest, in line of sight with the nearest fire dragons. They open fire ++
++ Open fire too a second retinue, the one with the noise marines. First blood. Five fire dragons fall ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ The second eldar scout squad advances in the forest ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Incoming data ++ ++ The third black legion retinue march between the two forests, while the raptors marines with the jump pack fly behind the left one ++ ++ All the formations are moving near the cemetery ++
++ A guardian warhost march inside the cemetery, it takes position ++
++ The eldar starts a pincer maneuver ++ ++ The shining spears followed by a wind rider warhost move on the left of the cemetery, beyond the river ++
++ Another wind rider warhost march but on the opposite side, hiding behind a great rock ++
++The eldar forces seem gain ground ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++
TURN 1. End turn. CHAOS: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ELDAR: 3 (defend the flag, they will not pass, the tomb)
“ The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” H.P. Lovecraft - 926M2.Holy-TERRA
OST - Mega Drive - Dataline
++ Holy Terra. Holy Inquisition. Incoming report to Lord Flarius ++ ++ Archive database Golconda opened ++ ++ Authorization Level DARX6674-DD ++ ++ Authorization: ALLOWED ++ ++ File protocol 666617723157432.DA ++ ++ Heresy ++ ++ Child witch: Constanze ++ ++ Psionic class: prophet - seer ++ ++ Verdict: Purge with fire ++ ++ Planet: [CENSORED] ++ ++ Status: Purged ++ ++ Heretic remains unrecovered for a next civil uprising ++ ++ Planet Galrisian sector DTZ35-98745.12 Verdun forest ++ ++ Estimated data analysis: possible tomb of the heretic ++ ++ Aristotle forbidden book ++ ++ Rescue danger: 67% ++ ++ Awaiting further data from the ground ++ ++ Exterminatus Extremis class peril ++ ++ Mantain absolute silence ++
Chapter Six: Laughter as instrument of truth - excerpt from the third book of comedy. Aristotle
<< We are all aware of the immense risk that we will encounter, if the words written there will be heard by human ear, and disclosed in the imperium. Is possible laugh of everything? Can we also laugh of the God Emperor? The laughter destroys fear, and without fear there will be no faith in the Holy Inquisition. If they will find the way to the book... If it will fall in Abbadon's hands the contagion of its heresies will spread through the imperium, determining its ruin. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora, investigate and approach the cemetery. We need more data. >> << Non praevalebunt Lord Flarius. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
++ EXTERMINATUS EXTREMIS REQUEST: INITIALIZED ++
The hooded black column procedes silent, scrutinizing in the dark vague shadows crawling silent, sinister echoes and vaguely gurglings, but it's just the noise of their imagination. Everything is dead, here. And what was alive for a long time has fled. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora advances toward the central bridge, observing the signs of the battle and beyond the profile of the abandoned cemetery. The servo-skulls swarm in the sector, all analyzing, all decrypting, all cataloging. If that tomb was uncovered, the danger of the contagion then became real. Words which embody doubts, words of prophecy, words of contagion of a cursed book that only the high spheres of the Inquisition know where it's buried, perhaps, until now.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Traces of teleport: chaos terminators ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ black legion warbikes assault the eldar jetbikes, annihilating them with the support fire of the terminators. The eldar right flank turned ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ The Alaitoc send the first unit of rangers to block the way to the cemetery ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ A forlorn hope retinue assaults the rangers. Support fire of the nearest dwarf armour retinue. The rangers are destroyed. The way is open ++
++ Another rangers unit try to patrol the cemetery, but probably fail to activate, and regroups on the wooded hill ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ The War Walkers move inside the forest, at the left of the cemetery. The black legion rentinue in front of them breaks the overwatch fire. Exchange of fire from both sides ++
++ The aspect warrior warhost of the howling banshees and the striking scorpions takes cover inside the forest of the wooded hill ++
++ The Black Legion retinue with the noise marines opens fire. Some casualties ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++ ++ The raptor cult on jump pack flies in front of the black legion retinue and assault the eldar close combat unit. A strong firefight. Traces of summoned demons ++
++ The eldar warhost is destroyed ++
++ An eldar warhost of dark reapers move inside the forest, in front of the raptors and opens fire. Some casualties ++
++ An aspect warriors warhost of fire dragons and dire avengers engages the raptors cult, with the support fire of the dark reapers. Raptor cult destroyed, fire dragons and dire avengers decimated. Fall back ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++ ++ Immense traces of Immaterium. A Keeper of Secrets is summoned, the terminators move ++
++ The eldar guardian warhost, with their Vibro-cannons and WraithLord opens fire and destroys the Greater Daemon ++
++ The black legion retinue with heavy support weapons perched on the top of the hill opens fire against the dark reapers, decimating them ++
++ Collecting data ++
++ The remaining eldar jetbikes and shining spears march behind the wooded hill, probably to regain the fallen front ++
++ Collecting data ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
TURN 2. End turn. CHAOS: 1 (defend the flag) ELDAR: 2 (defend the flag, the tomb)
"Some may question your right to destroy ten billion people. Those who understand realise that you have no right to let them live!" In Exterminatus Extremis - Holy Inquisition.
OST - Dynatron - Dust of the Saturn
Exterminatus
Exterminatus extremis is the obliteration of a world's entire population through some form of weapon used from orbit or nearby space. It is the most extreme method of dealing with some form of heresy, corruption or alien infiltration which has taken root within a planet's population. Accordingly it is only used in the most extreme of circumstances, when the level of corruption a world bears is so monumental that it cannot be wiped out by any other means. The destruction of the entire population is deemed necessary to prevent the contagion from spreading further.
<< It has risen from the black sea a beast. full of blasphemous words, formed with the feet of the satyr, its forked tail sowing pestilence, its fierce mouth bloodstained, which opens only to blaspheme the name of the God Emperor. Look at its body, head, and tail, of this beast. Never dead. Insolent is the science, Supreme exults dishonesty, licentious the boldness of those who are called to defend the golden throne. Repent, for only the God Emperor can bless us all with victory! Inquisitor Dario Diaspora, Get ready to enter the tomb. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
Under the gloomy and hopeless mantra of the servo-skulls the Inquisitor and his delegation of blacks hooded advance, now the cemetery is in front of them. It's clear that the clash has, at some point, concentrated right here. Tombs battered by lascannons, by the shuriken cataputls and explosions of lethal weapons. Of the iron doors, one rest on the ground, while the other still stand, rusty. The cemetery became a battlefield. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora advances, and crosses the threshold of the forgotten gates, under the gaze of the high stute also hooded at his right. Weapons in hand, he advances to a desolate tomb, the only defiled among the many damaged, but with astonishment there is no coffin, indeed, only a stairs that go down into deep darkness. The delegation, in the light of dim flashlights, disappears into the abyss.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ Another immense breach in the Immaterium ++ ++ Kaela Mensha Khaine summoned ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ The Avatar with the guardian warhost assaults the terminators. Arrive the shining spears too ++
++ Massive support fire from the nearest black legion retinue ++
++ Guardian warhost almost destroyed. Avatar of Khaine disappeared. Terminators destroyed. The shining spears regroup behind the wooded hill ++
++ The black legion retinue with heavy weapons fires and destroys the dark reapers ++
++ The second rangers unit advances and block the way to the cemetery ++
++ Another assault this time from the second forlorn hope. Same result. Rangers killed ++
++ the Eldars don't desist. War walkers move fast with the same mission ++
++ War walkers engaged from the dwarf armors retinue. Annihilated ++
++ The guardian warhost perched on the cemetery probably prepares an overwatch order. The black legion retinue with the noise marines opens fire against them. Some casualites ++
++ Black legion warbikes, summoning some daemons, surround the back of the Eldar army ++
++ The last jetbikes march for consolidate the front of the cemetery ++
++ The last forlorn hope retinue advances and opens fire against the guardian warhost on the cemetery ++
++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ reconstruction almost finished ++
"The sun falls, night in chain, Who is preyed, hunted in pain? Chess ready, pieces are placed, nightwill come, but hopebetrayed."
-From whispering lips of an unknown Harlequin
"For the Harlequins there is no distinction between art and war; they are the archetypal warrior poets, traveling the labyrinthine expanses of the webway, bringing enlightenment to their audiences and certain death to the servants of darkness." Bronislaw Czevak, Inquisitor, Ordo Xenos.
TURN 3. End turn. CHAOS: 1 (defend the flag) ELDAR: 1 (break the spirit)
OST - The Darkest Alleys (Final Stage) - by Perturbator
<< Freedom, useless trinket, whim of an extinct civilization. Nothing more than a cimelion in a museum on Holy TERRA. Freedom is slavery, and this book can open the gates of this cancer. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ The eldar guardian warhost waits, in overwatch. Peak in the Immaterium, horde of daemonettes summoned ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ The eldar unit breaks the overwatch destroying almost them all, the black legion retinue in dwarf armor assaults ++
++ The eldars reject the assault, out of every statistic, event possible at 13% ++ ++ Collecting data ++
OST - TTOS - Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
++ The eldar moves ahead the last two war walkers to patrol the area, but are intercepted by the second forlorn hope retinue, and destroyed ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++
++ The black legion retinue on the hill fires and decimates the Alaitoc guardian warhost ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Collecting data ++ ++ The last fire dragons and dire avengers exarch meet the warhost in the cemetery for the ultimate resistance ++
++ The black legion retinue moves fast and occupies the forest near the cemetery. Heavy fire. The Guardian warhost retreats ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Maybe a stalemate. Collecting data. Insufficient data ++
++ Battle result: unknown ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Reconstruction complete ++
<< Whatever it was, now it's just a cumulus of ruins. The environments were destroyed by a devouring fire. Inside, we have found high traces of Immaterium, but there is no corpses, nor eldar, nor of other unclean beast. Only ashes of... who knows what, Lord Inquisitor Flarius. If there was a book here, it's now dust with everything else. Report done My Lord. We return to the Inquisition ship, I coordinate the latest operations as ordered by your Majesty. >> Inquisitor Dario Diaspora.
<< Luna fell into deep darkness, Its brother grey tint: The great hidden for a long time in the night, He puts his claws in the ancient wound.
The great theater is to straighten, Beast on stage and nets thrown: gambling the fate played, from cults the iron city made confused and schismatic.
Where is the promise of faith, the promise will be broken Enemies of enemies will feed: Fire will rain from the sky, burn, interrupted, At night, the action taken. Chiefs will make discussions and complaints.
Venus, Neptune will pursue the attack, Tightened, thoughtful. Tormented enemies: Huge the next massacre and the bitter fighting, It will not be heart so strong that will not tremble.
Like a gryphon swoops down the wicked alexandrian Accompanied by those traitor of Aquilonia Of blacks and impious lead large troop They will go against the king of Babylon.
Near the gates and within the city There will be scourges never seen, Famine within plague, people put out by steel, Crying to Mankind Mortal God for relief. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
TURN 4. End turn. CHAOS: 1 (defend the flag) ELDAR: 1 (break the spirit)
Military result: draw Tactic result: draw Strategic result: draw draw
<< Venus, Neptune will pursue the attack, Tightened, thoughtful. Tormented enemies: Huge the next massacre and the bitter fighting, It will not be heart so strong that will not tremble. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
The red granite stone of the tomb is shattered, and crazy shards are thrown everywhere, sticking in the overhanging tombstone, rubbing the vaguely still painted face of a redheaded little girl. A tomb among hundreds, anonymous. A single name, miserably just legible: Constanze. The shattered tomb collapses into a deep abyss of steps, which now reveal itself at the eyes of the dark priest, who solemnly begins to step down the stairs, shaking off the dust of so much sacrilege. Solemn, at the head of a handful of fallen astartes, Nameless falls into oblivion. A cold wind caresses his, her hair, and hellish images of pleasant massacres outbursts in his mind, while a mild whisper pronounces a name, a mortal name, mortal like its promise. In front of so much supernatural manifestation, Nameless now lights the purple orb on the top of its magic staff illuminating a room that reveals itself in all its marvels. Not a tomb, but the lab of an alchemist. A young alchemist and seer. Feared mortal prophet, whom the flames devoured with all her load of knowledge and mystery.
Alembics, potions, ampoules, amphorae. Piles of books scattered everywhere, and on the well-decorated walls are installed, mazily, ancient paintings, arras, human and xenos heraldries. But wherever they appear randomly arranged, the mystery and the code are revealed. Signs, icons, stars. Anthropomorphic figures pointing to constellations, runes, arcane coordinates that now reveal themselves at the millennial eyes of the Nameless sorcerer, who with supernatural rapidity flows frantically by investigating, discovering, decrypting. Painting, after arras, after painting, when he finally stops in front the last one: The Astrolabe. A ray coming from an aster, which now has a name.
<< Cowards! Those Alaitoc craps have withdrawn, not even the courage to fight until the last. Sons of Horus. Our search is now over. The time of the retaliation is near, and will start from an unsuspected planet: Piombus. Who would have thought? There is the book, and for the fortune of Tzeentch, the mocking, right now, that its titanic defenders are engaged here against the orks. And if they should go back, they will be wasted, ready to fall! Let's open the gates of hell, my minions! Now: we brought this gift to Abbadon's feet. Open your gate, glorious warp! Let's open, Hell! >> The Nameless.
The infernal delegation advances, passing a scarlet vortex that bends space and time, fading away, swallowed by sinuous and horrific tentacles, as wretched voices of agony call them beyond the void. They disappear, silent like ghosts of a lost time, under the incumbent gaze of the child-prophet painted on the self-portrait, while keeping close to her chest the mysterious, damned book, observes them, indecipherable, as the real fortune is.
