World of Dozaria Suburbs of the industrial city of Mygor 6 973 745.M41 The battle began when the aspiring champion of Nurgle, Ghaz Tak, stepped out of the safety of the ruins, making himself known to the Imperial Guard defenders entrenched about 200 meters away. The guardsmen knew […]
“Praise be the pestilence of Grandfather Nurgle. Bless the sores and weeping pustules that remind you of Nurgle’s favor. Disease and taint protect you, extend your existence, ensure your final resting place in the Garden of Nurgle.”—Sorcerer Necrosius encouraging the Death Guard forward at Mygor * * * […]
“Praise Nurgle! Watch as the landscape withers. Rejoice as men fall victim to boils, rot, and pestilence. Laugh as Rot Flies dance above the seething bodies of those inflicted with the gift of the Warp.”—Typhus, champion of Nurgle * * * IMPERIAL VOXCAST (6 483 745.M41)—The infamous Death […]
“Monsters! Nightmares! The traitors can’t be stopped. Our lasguns are useless against them. Run for your lives! Run for—“unidentified Guardsmen as he fled the battle line, executed summarily by a Commissariat officer only minutes before High Command ordered the retreat * * * Continued from Part 1 . […]
“It is an ill-fated time. The traitors advance like a cancer . . . corrupting all before them. No! No, I say. The traitors will not take this city. We will fight. For each inch that the enemy advances, we will take 100 of their lives.”—Ionut Barbu, colonel, […]
“Look, men! The 178th Chem Dogs still stand their ground. If they can face the horrors before us, so can we!—Words of encouragement from Commissar Hydrich Kosch, 17th Dozarian PDF Regiment, during the traitor assault on Mygor (missing in action, presumed dead) Continued from Part 1 . . […]
Sweat poured down the face of Liam Drax as he squatted behind a large industrial pump, atop the scaffolding of an isolated promethium refinery in the southern hemisphere of Dozaria. Fifteen meters in front of him, he knew that Inquisitor Locke was suffering as badly as himself. The […]
Imperial Hero ends his days Lord General Forbes Calthorpe (retired), victor of the Wasting Wars, has died on his estate on Belliose III at the age of 204. Born of a distinguished family of generals and commanders in the Imperial Guard, Calthorpe excelled from his earliest days at […]
“Billions have died, and yet more billions will follow. But it matters naught. We put our faith in the God-Emperor of Man. We offer nothing but disdain—and defiance—to the followers of the Ruinous Powers. We will drown the invaders of our world in an ocean of blood, if […]
“There is no place in the galaxy for the heretic, the traitor, the unbeliever. Such men are a taint that threaten the very existence of humanity. Do not listen to them. Do not shy away from them. Do not be afraid of them. Kill them. Kill the heretic. […]
THE CORVUS CLUSTER 
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