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CONTENTS
| Article | Game | Page | Contributer(s) |
| The Racetrack/Play the game! | WH(*) | 1 | James |
| Distant Strike/Play the game! | BFG | 1 | James |
| The Squig Pit/Play the game! | WH(*) | 1 | James |
| Jacob the Juve part I | NEC | 1 | James |
| History of the Kabal of the Bloody Foot | 40K(3) | 2 | Lord Y'Barbo |
| Destiny of the Damned Part I | 40K(*) | 2 | John |
| Moonlight Attack/Play the game! | E40K | 2 | James |
| Destiny of the Damned Part II | 40K(*) | 2 | John |
 Jacob the Juve Part II |
NEC | 3 | James |
| The Last Dwarf |
WH(*) | 3 | Ron Lechler |
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The Following Tombe has been kindly relayed to us via means of Hierarch Lahngstrit, Representative Diplomat, High Counsellor to Lord Y'Barbo, Count of Moncey 3, Duke of Montebello 5, Bearer of the Foot. This is the first of a series of articles to find a resting place here in the black dwarf's caverous vaults, given to aid us in our quest to understand the Kabal of the Bloody foot, and we hope to get more material in the future. In time perhaps, even a communique direct from Lord Y'Barbo. Imperial Archivia # M605347 "...My Warriors, today I am sad. I am sad because I mourn for our sisters and brothers who fought with the Venomed Blade. Who fought until the Blade Warriors surrounded them and they died. I am sad, my Warriors. I am sad for Archon Bunhardbe and the troops that set out with him against the Venomed Blade. I am sad, Warriors, and I am tired. The best of our number lay dead on the field, and we are driven to the hinterlands like Warp Beasts. I am sad, my Warriors, but I am vengeful. And I shall not sleep. I shall not sleep until I stand upon Mount Okiad, and I look down upon the forces of the hated enemy. I intend to renew the attack against the Venomed Blade. I shall have to march through the Plains of Coghran to get there, and meet any army put in my way because I will fight them myself if I must. But I shall reach Okiad. I will fight them all myself unless there be any Warriors among you would march with me. If the Venomed Blade continues to wage war against us, we will be defeated in this contest, my dark brethren. So, we must perform unspeakable acts in order to cause the foe to feel the weight of our numbers, and we must see to it that the enemy is unable to march again. So I am asking, be there any Toes of the Foot among you to march with me?..." -Taken from an intercepted transmission dictated by Dracon Jaksin, during the debacle on Manasis 3
"...They cared not for the Imperial Press, - An excerpt from "The Ballad of Dracon Jaksin," author unknown The origin of the Kabal of the Bloody Foot is shrouded in mystery. Long ago, when it was known only as the Kabal of the Foot, the Kabal, and its leaders, was relegated to minor tasks and positions, due in large part to the minor status of the Kabal. That would change under the leadership of Archon Bunhardbe and Dracon Jaksin. During the Third Kabalic War for Succession, the Kabal of the Foot, named for their lack of mechanization, were face to face with forces of the Kabal of the Venomed Blade. Archon Bunhardbe took half of his forces, and attempted to engage the enemy in close quarters. The strength and prowess of the Venomed Blade proved to be more than the Archon and his brave troops could handle, and his troops broke in the face of the foe. Through the maelstrom of battle, Bunhardbe spotted Jaksin, with the reserve Warriors, making a stand upon a dominating rise. It was at this time that Bunhardbe spoke words cherished by every Bloody Foot Warrior, "...There stands Jaksin like an impenetrable Barrier. The troops rallied, and the Kabal carried the day, though paying a heavy toll. Archon Bunhardbe lay slain by the enemy, and Dracon Jaksin decided to take revenge on the Venomed Blade. Jaksin decreed that all of the feet from the captured Warriors, the dead and the dying be severed and set into piles, so that the enemy could not march against the Foot again and that a message would be sent to any forces opposing the wrath of the Kabal. Under Jaksin, the Kabal of the Bloody Foot baffled their many enemies with their rapid marches and the peculiar way they left the opponent's fallen. It was said that Jaksin's Warriors could march as fast as troops mounted in a Raider. During the Battle of Kurados, Dracon Jaksin met an unfortunate end. After returning to his lines following a detailed reconnaissance, his own Warriors mistook his retinue for approaching Imperials, and fired upon the Dracon. As fate would have it, the only member struck by the fire was the revered Dracon. Upon Jaksin's untimely demise, Archon Adrianna, joined by Dracon Jhonstin, took over the Kabal. It was under her leadership that the Kabal rose to prominence, and took many Raiders from her foes. Adrianna decreed that her entire force be mounted, and that any support units must be able to keep pace. Her strategies left surprised foes baffled and caught off guard. After the slave raid on Okalos 8, Adrianna ordered all of her command vehicles in the Kabal to be painted bright red, so that her Warriors could see her arrival through the din and smoke of battle and her foes could dread her approach. It is under Adrianna that the Kabal of the Bloody Foot launched one of the most destructive forays into Imperial Space to date, but that is another story... ...In addition, no record of the Kabal of the Bloody Foot could be deemed complete without mention of the Wych Cult of Rebellion. The origin of the Cult of Rebellion is as much a mystery as the Kabal of the Bloody Foot. Antiquated records speak of Wyches without masters, and Succubae without a Lord. The Cult earned its name through courses of intrigue, and their resistance to authority of any form. The Cult, throughout most of its existence, has not known a binding force or despot to organize and solidify their ranks. It is believed that Dracon Jaksin was the first to utilize isolated allied groups of the Cult to aid him in his struggles. Under Adrianna, the Cult has enjoyed a place among the Kabal's ranks, and they stand ready to aid the Kabal of the Bloody Foot against any of its enemies... |
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Introduction This story is another on-going story, which should have further installments added at some point. The sounds of a new, pleasant morning on Venix Prime were undisturbed by the stealthy footfalls in the undergrowth. The bazrik, an animal common to the planet, grazed on some zepilin berries, unaware that it was being watched. A crossbow bolt zipped through the still air and hit the tree next to where the bazrik was feasting. The bazrik, startled by the noise, sprinted towards a some thick bushes a few meters away. It was almost there when another bolt caught the creature in its flank, sending it sprawling to the ground. Bazrik's were tough creatures and this would only disable it for a sort time. Assurus had to move fast, and with speed and agility that could never be matched by a human or ork hunter, he leapt from his hiding place and threw a net around the wounded bazrik. With his prize captured he injected it with a natural sedative and made his way home. "The least you could of done is find a decent sized one ... and you didn't get anymore crossbow bolts from the village either", complained Elran, Assurus' father. The Exodite's that inhabited Venix Prime had been there for some time now, and there were a number of small villages throughout the main continent of the planet. They had only been there for about seven generations and hadn't planned on colonising the planet at all, as it had appeared to be an unsuitably hostile environment from initial scans. However as the Exodite carrier attempted to leave the system, there was an engine malfunction, caused by the unusual electro magnetic core of the planet. As a result they were forced to land the carrier on the planet. However the landing did not go according to plan and the carrier crashed on the main continent of the planet creating a huge thermo-plasma blast that left a great scar on the surface of the planet. All the crew of the carrier was killed instantly, however a number of escape pods had managed to flee in time and avoid the blast. The Eldar from these pods formed a new civilisation on the planet, which gradually grew with each generation. All attempts to escape the planet had so far failed. Until now... Assurus walked to the town, where there was the usual busy Saturday morning hustle of people going about their business.
The town was the largest on the explored continent and this is where most of the Eldar lived, however there were a few other villages scattered nearby. Most of the Exodite's that had survived had taken to living simple lives as farmers or trading in the town. However there were a few, like Elran, who still thought of escape. These people had constructed a structure dedicated to researching ways of escape and technologies that could be useful to the planets small civilisation.
This is where Assurus was heading now. He was determined to prove his father wrong, and that he could be more than just another farmer or worker. He knew that he could make it as a scientist, and was determined to prove it right now. He finally arrived at the entrance to the research complex. This was the largest structure in the town and had taken 5 whole years to build. Assurus walked up to the desk just inside the entrance, where there was a man filling out some papers. 45 macrons later found Assurus sitting alone in an almost empty room, awaiting the results from his test. It had been more difficult than he had expected, although he was still confident that he had passed. It was long past nightfall by the time that Assurus got back home, as he had spent the rest of the day wandering the town brooding. Assurus threw his coat at his father's machine and started off towards his room. However as he did he noticed the book that he had found earlier had fallen from his coat when he had thrown it. He walked over to it and picked it up. He immediately dropped it again as a surge of energy pulsed through his hand. Cursing his imagination he picked it up again and studied the front cover. The book appeared very old, as there were very few of these even in the primitive Exodite civilisation inhabiting the planet. It was a bank black cover with a couple of strange symbols at the bottom. He opened the cover just to find another page full of symbols. Assurus flicked through to a random page where the whole page was full of symbols and a diagram. This caught his eye as the diagram was uncannily like that of his father's machine. He looked at the jargon of symbols around the machine, and as he did they started to make sense. When Assurus came round his father was standing over him. He tried to sit up, only to find that every muscle in his body was aching and his head was pounding too. Assurus was woken by the sound of many voices outside. He got up slowly, as his limbs were still aching, and walked over to the window. It seemed that most of the townsfolk were gathered outside, all crowding around the front door and windows, trying to see inside. Slowly the events of last night came back, and Assurus remembered the book and the runes and his father's machine. He wandered down the hall into the main room. "Ah ... glad to see that you are up" said Elran, "how are you feeling" Click Here to read part II ! |
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"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! This is gamma 1, have encountered heavy resistance, lost gammas 2 & 5, request urgent backup" The command room went silent as the last green blip faded from the radar map. Weary officers bowed their heads as General Harman reached for the microphone, and thumbed the control to stationwide broadcast. As the general replaced the microphone the officers started to disperse. Many marines had laid down there lives in the ongoing war against the cruel greenskin invaders, and the loss of the much loved captain Chavvan came as a great blow to the marines assigned to airbase 45. Already no fewer than half the fighter pilots in the unit had died in these last few weeks, and the war was going badly. The orks had pushed further and further foward, and all attempts to stop the tide that was sweeping this world had so far failed. Consequently morale was low throughout the emporer's forces, and many imperial guard conscripts had already desserted the planet. The chaplain of the station tried his hardest to keep spirits up, and the general really admired him for that. To General Harman it appeared clear that without massive support the war on this world was lost and in his recent briefing with imperial command he had been told as much. His troops anxiously awaited the evacuation orders, but he hadn't the heart to tell them the full story. In fact the last remaining imperial troop barge "Amedeyus" had yesterday suffered a crippling hit to it's primary thrusters. Repairs had commenced, but were not yet complete. Orks were not widely known for the quality of their surface to orbit capabilities, but it appeared that the orks on this planet had constructed such a device. The same machine appeared to be capable of surface bombardment, as several imperial bases in the area had suffered the same kind of damage as the Amadeyus. All attempts to locate this contraption had been thwarted by the orks use of shielding technology. It would only be a matter of time before the weapon could once again align itself with the Amedeyus, and the destruction of that ship would seal the fate of airbase 45's defenders. The general's brooding was interupted by a blaring alarm. Quickly he turned to the view monitor only to see the northeast guard tower vanish in a gigantic explosion. Another explosion erupted in the nearby forest. Hope you liked that, that was just the backround story to another little game I have customised. In this game you pilot a griffon fighter, sent in the desparate hunt for the ork superweapon. Expect heavy resistance from ork planes, koptas, tanks and rokkit launchers, and may the emperor go with you, Click here to play! |
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Introduction Destiny of the Damned - Part 2 When he came to Assurus found himself lying by a pillar of what appeared to be some kind of metal alloy. He picked himself up and took a closer
look at the pillar, and noticed it was covered in intricate runes all over the surface of the black metal, and there was another just like it a few metres
away. He then turned his attention to his surroundings, but all he could see was vast stretching desert as far as the eye could see. The sun had just
come up and by the looks of things, as it was still low in the sky. There was another more distant sun higher too. The lone figure was slowly but determinedly approaching across the shimmering desert of endless sand. What was his drive? How had he come to be? These questions would be answered in due course. Many had walked through the doorway, and many had fallen along the way. Could this be the one? Could he make the circle complete? More questions. The answers getting closer with every footfall he made. The suns were low in the sky and had gone a dull red colour. The desert now looked like a sea of blood ready for Assurus to drown in as he finally staggered to the stone structure ahead of him. His throat was dry and parched and his feet were in so much pain that he could hardly feel them any more. As he surveyed his surrounding he noticed a stone bowl on one of the raised slabs of stone. It almost looked as if someone had placed it there, and as he looked closer at it he noticed it was filled with water. He was just about to grab it and drink, but then he paused thinking it could be some kind of trap. He quickly overcame this thought though, as he would die of thirst if he didn’t drink soon. The water was cool and delicious to Assurus’ dry mouth. After a few minutes of nothing happening he decided it couldn’t have been a trap, but it still seemed strange how it appeared to be placed there. Assurus Started to look around for some shelter for the night, as he didn’t know what creatures and dangers inhabited the hostile world. He noticed a small opening at the base of the stone structure, which he headed for. As he did he looked up at the construction and noticed that it seemed to be a huge pyramid with four long pillars tipped with prisms on each corner of the structure. The height of these pillars was mind boggling, as they seemed to stretch way up into the night’s sky. He entered the opening and lay down on a slab of rock covered with some sort of moss, falling asleep almost instantly. He rests now under our roof. He is the last one, but his thoughts are chaotic. He could increase our power or he could destroy us all. He carries the book, the text of the ancients, written by the hand of the creator, the bringer of death. He will become one of us and we will be free. Assurus woke suddenly, with the distinct feeling of someone standing beside him. There was of course no one there and as his eyes became accustomed to the half-light he recalled the previous days events and his surroundings. The sun was strong through the entrance of the little stone room and judging from the glare in the sky he guessed that it was about midday... Thats all folks! |
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