+ Bonded Av Krastellan +
+ “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.” +
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+ The Maker + The Untold +
After years of exploring and stretching the extreme corners of the Warhammer Universe, the austere, cold, rage of the Vlka Fenryka, the different aspects of the shadowy Hydra and the inter play of ghostly greens and blues, I’ve come home. Home to the grim, dark, baroque heart of this dystopian universe. No fancy weather or […]
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Thorn Moons Crusade, 15th Moon: “X Marks the Moon”
From afar it looked like an orb of rust and dirt, wrapped in a thin layer of slowly moving ragged green clouds. The abandoned moon rotated in silence. Two long and deep canyons ran along it’s surface. The canyons met approximately midway from one another which made their shapes resemble a huge “X”. X marks […]
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Thorn Moons Crusade, 7th Moon: Wolves at the Gates, Part I
We are the wolf that stalks The stars in the sky And swallows the star-fire We hide amongst the night When light is gone The Light is within us We run the ruin of Fire In the darkness Foes burn in our passing Litany of the Space Wolves – From ‘Book of the Astronomican’
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+ The Oathborn of Hawkshroud +
+ Duke Fabian, Oathborn, Covenant of Krastellan, Av Hawkshroud+ & + Sir Bartholomeus, Oathborn, Penitent of Krastellan, Av Hawkshroud + Oath-indebted to The Specialist
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Witchy Woman and Melancholia
Raven hair and ruby lips :: Sparks fly from her finger tips :: Echoed voices in the night :: She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight :: Wooo hooo witchy woman see how :: High she flies :: Woo hooo witchy woman she got :: The moon in her eye :: – ‘Witchy Woman’, Eagles, MII
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+ Eyes of the Emperor – The Untold heroics of the unnamed wars +
+++ A Mountain sat quietly in the darkness, trails of vapor rose from it’s top, disappearing into the night like puffs of smoke. Dozens of moons shone the faint, grim reflection fof the sun against the hard edges of the mountains silhouette. Thoughts the density of steel were pushed a side. Supernatural senses engineered to […]
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The Masque of Red Sorrow
Taking slow deep breaths, Kaewyndir woke from the trance. His mind was calm. The skein had been a turmoil of raging storms, of endless paths. But the course of action was certain. The myriad of futures spinning from the Thorne Moons all spell catastrophy. All but one.
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