Aengellania tries to make Eresh comfortable, insofar as she thought an Ossiarch could feel comfort. Eresh’s soul had been knocked out of alignment with her body by the daemon’s magic, but...

The thrown axe spins past Aengellania’s head, bringing with it memories of bleeding in the snow with a long streak of pain in her back. She suppresses those thoughts of trauma and marshals her magic...

Jessuirs of Supple Flesh takes a step back from his work to admire his depraved magnificence. He had excelled himself, but he always had since he had pledged his soul to his Dark Prince. To think...

Watch captain Grathend Tübleck surveys the oncoming dust plume inexorably growing larger across the horizon, dread sinking whatever good humour the unabated Chaos raiders hadn’t already beaten out...