It grows from IdlenessChapter 1It grows from Idleness by JaxFenrile
The Emperor knows I’ve been in tough situations before, having survived the third Armageddon war, acting diplomat with the Sam-Hahn Eldars, nearly a century of mostly faithful and dedicated service to the Imperium, but what we experienced on Akanci.
That is a memory I sometimes wish I could remove. The nightmare we had to live through, nothing in the Infantryman’s handbook could have prepared us for what we faced that day.
I had been tossing and turning the morning I would receive my new orders. Flashbacks of the war on Armageddon kept me awake that night. The smell of holy promethium in the air while bolter and las rounds blazing through the jungle. The sound of those green skins howling and wailing as they ripped into my comrades and that horrible unmistakable sound they make. They called it the “Wagh”: a primal shout of sorts, with an unseen force that they all fed off of in a frenzy of blades and bullets.
Too long have I been stationed here,
Elysian Disoriented Troopers Warp timeAlex looked at his watch, frustration and concern weighed heavily on him. Sar’ah took notice of this instantly, but confused her. “You know he is only been away for about an hour.”Elysian Disoriented Troopers Warp time by CrimsonFALKE
“Well that is a problem; you see the warp has no time, not to mention if you aren’t a daemon, Chaos God, Chaos Space Marine, or Kaldor Drago you shouldn’t be there without a regular sanity check.” Alex said looking at his watch and drinking more coffee.
Mean while in the Warp!
Tomas was breathing heavily; he had to make it to the Bane Blade that was still parked in the ring. He had avoided Charlie Sheen and Doom Rider as they both went on drug fueled rape sprees for several months. However with no food he was also very weak, “I just need to make a quick dash and I’ll be in the Bane Blade!” he looked at his bottle of water. He decided to drink it all and hope the Bane Blade had some rations. He made a running leap and climbed into the tank’s op
The Makchang ShedMany champions of Chaos have highly particular predilections. Kharn the Betrayer had a fondness for killing anyone within range of Gorechild; Ahriman had a penchant to collecting arcane knowledge; Lucius had a preference in searching for the next fulfilling sensation and, most relevant to this story, Typhus had a tendency at eating in low-budget restaurants found at the edge of the galaxy.The Makchang Shed by annemarie
It was because the Champion of Nurgle could not taste many things – in part to his ravaged taste buds – that he sought out eateries where potent spices filled many of the dishes. When another Black Crusade was called and the Herald of Nurgle answered, Typhus deplored the ‘culinary arts’ of the head chef. The pasty substance paraded as food was little more than glue, the meat questionable, and the beverages little more than sludge taken from the ship’s bilks. Typhus found himself eating out more often than not. To stretch out his income, he dined at a dingy restaurant whe
Blighted"One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody."Blighted by annemarie
- Brother Quinrel, Missionarus Galaxia
Nurgle's love was humanity's bane. Those in suffering turned to the Plague Lord for relief and succor. Bloating with concern, necrotic arms embracing sore-covered flesh, pus-heavy lips kissing the pain away; Nurgle's love was boundless. Under the power of the Lord of Decay, death was nothing. The transience of life passed, and under Nurgle's paternal gaze, bloomed into something greater. Souls taken in the Grandfather's name were well-cared for spirits. Let the Imperium's clergy preach their hopeless doctrines. Papa Nurgle was the most involved out of any deity in the plight of mortals. He answered when no one else would.
Typhus was Nurgle's herald. In a galaxy bereft of the Emperor's fatherly protection, Typhus spread the epidemic of freedom unto the Imperium. Host of the Destroyer Hive, Typhus endured, unloved and unwelcomed by the people he freed of their mortal prisons.