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The Silver Fish of Zarathustra
A Grimdark Gestalt Crusade Campaign Thus Spoke Zarathustra Zarathustra is the largest of the three moons of Lemnos III, a lush and verdant world with a rich mineral core. The natives of the system have been mining those minerals for centuries, buoyed on by their allies, the fleet-based Adeptus Mechanicus forge of Latveria.…
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Bilepiper at the Gate of Dawn – A Weekend at Burnies Epilogue
Malkoom dropped the pig and danced around the tear as the Garden of Nurgle opened to him. “Return to me, my child” came a booming voice from within, “You who are now 47th in my favour.” Malkoom grinned and skipped back home, tear held high, followed by most of the Nurglings. Most, but not all.…
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A Song for the Victor – Weekend at Burnies Game #4
A division separated the forces of Khorne and Nurgle more fully now. No mingling between units, no combined charges. These were two separate armies, who had intended to draw swords against each other before another threat appeared. Grashak lead his entire army forward towards the Knight, a mass of beating wings, thundering hooves, and vicious…
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Tears Come Falling – Weekend at Burnies Game #3
Red dust covered everything where the Daemons stood. It staind the walls of the buildings, it covered the ground beneath their feet. Once again, the coalition stood refreshed, it’s numbers replenished and fresh as if no battles had been fought. Panicked, Igoster the Indigestible looked down to his wound. The pig still sat inside, shaking…
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Let Loose the Hogs of War- Weekend at Burnies Game #2
The Swarmlord bellowed and looked from Greater Daemon to Greater Daemon as if to imply kinship. “What sorcery is this?” Grashak raged. Igoster guffawed, then a lascannon bolt hit his sternum. He shrugged it off, of course, but it was clear they were not alone. Across the city a thin red line marched forward in…
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A Stampede on the Horizon- Weekend at Burnies Game #1
Ragehost Profanus sprinted accross the battlefield. The Hendris system was in flux and on leaving the Word Bearers, the coalition of daemons found themselves in a desert. Ancient ruins to their left, Ork encampments to their right. To a mortal eye it wasn’t quite right, but these were neverborn and they lived in the warp;…
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A Wager – (Prelude to Weekend at Burnies)
The rituals of the 119th Warhost of the Word Bearers proved fruitful. With one final swing of his staff, buoyed by the chanting of the faithful in attendance and the blood of those sacrificed, Drachmor opened a deep tear in realspace on the surface of Hendris IV. Inside the warp, monsters stirred. First came the…
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