At the dank edges of the sunken Court swim the shapes of kin from afar. The Fleetmaster's allied Dhom-Hain are recognised with hostile hisses and clammy hands upon bone pale hilts, for the murder in cold blood of the envoy sent to them is not forgotten. But before blood...
Neolotl was fast becoming a place of shadows. A dozen or so more made little difference, most tall, slender, swiftly flickering, one menacing and hobbling, the lasr small and feline.
The frames of these shades in life had named themselves phantasms. Whether this bold mockery had demanded a fitting punishment,...
Raedheil looked one last time about his remaining officers – who were almost as numerous now as the threadbare force they commanded. The Beastmistress Farleith. Madeye Aratheln the Ranger. The Assassin, the Shadow Walker and the Scourge. The seasoned headman of the Vurm-tai.
“No word whether the bestial forces up...
The discovery that Sylvene had willingly colluded with the Slaaneshis and other cultists left the remaining True Aelves both embittered and ashamed. Under Raedheil’s supervision aelves, Vurm-tai and even the panther shared a blood oath: vowing to strike back against the daemons, and make what reparation they could for...
The Amber Magistrix Raedheil’s aelves and their newly acquired Vurm-tai auxiliaries were now escorting to her crucial appointed mission at the Leylines was a curious sort. Sylvene Lyonaver spoke little and smiled less. She was slender and frail looking for a daughter of Ghur, seemingly bereft of much humour...
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At the dank edges of the sunken Court swim the shapes of kin from afar. The Fleetmaster's allied Dhom-Hain are recognised with hostile hisses and clammy hands upon bone pale hilts, for the murder in cold blood of the envoy sent to them is not forgotten. But before blood...
Neolotl was fast becoming a place of shadows. A dozen or so more made little difference, most tall, slender, swiftly flickering, one menacing and hobbling, the lasr small and feline. The frames of these shades in life had named themselves phantasms. Whether this bold mockery had demanded a fitting punishment,...
Raedheil looked one last time about his remaining officers – who were almost as numerous now as the threadbare force they commanded. The Beastmistress Farleith. Madeye Aratheln the Ranger. The Assassin, the Shadow Walker and the Scourge. The seasoned headman of the Vurm-tai. “No word whether the bestial forces up...
The discovery that Sylvene had willingly colluded with the Slaaneshis and other cultists left the remaining True Aelves both embittered and ashamed. Under Raedheil’s supervision aelves, Vurm-tai and even the panther shared a blood oath: vowing to strike back against the daemons, and make what reparation they could for...
The Amber Magistrix Raedheil’s aelves and their newly acquired Vurm-tai auxiliaries were now escorting to her crucial appointed mission at the Leylines was a curious sort. Sylvene Lyonaver spoke little and smiled less. She was slender and frail looking for a daughter of Ghur, seemingly bereft of much humour...