Warhammer: Start with a dog

A rare and extremely uneasy atmosphere is spreading among the Phalanx in synchronized orbit on Holy Terra and the Imperial Fists expedition that has sailed to the Calixis Sector for rest.

Rumors about some unprecedented shocking news started from the Astrotaph Tower or a certain psyker - although the angry Lysander has ordered an investigation, the source seems to be a space port or planetary orbital station they once passed through, source There are too many possibilities and they are completely unexplored - the transmission methods such as whispers and tacit glances have swept through every corner of the Wrath Storm, and flowed to other places with fragments of words and multiple encrypted void whispers.

The worst-case scenario is that what lurks in the shadows this time, uncharacteristically, has a greater impact on the Sons of Dorne than the mortals.

Danat Lysander himself knew this clearly, and it was revealed once again when he had just finished listening to the top-secret voice files delivered by Thor Garadon who sent a ship to catch him. Confirmed.

The Third Captain, who was responsible for guarding the Imperial Fist's home above Terra, spoke in a worried and painful tone that Lysander had never heard and never imagined would be spoken by such a reliable warrior as Garadon. The bitter tone told him a terrible fact.

"The remains of our father are melting away, Lysander."

"Melt?! Melt - what does it mean?! Garadon! Please tell me next! What you said is not what I think it means!"

"As much as I want to say it's not true, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Lysander." Garadon's voice was slightly distorted, but it still sounded as if he was chewing ten pieces with all his back molars. Grox's gall, "But that's what I'm telling you." He repeated, "Our genetic father, Praetor of Terra, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Lord of the Holy Emperor The seventh son, the rock-solid Rogal Dorn - the only remains left to us and placed on the Phalanx. The bones of his hand, engraved with the chapter's past honors and names, began to gradually melt away. It’s like ice and snow under the sun.”

Even in a secret box delivered to Lysander halfway across the galaxy, the voices of the Phalanx guards could still clearly reveal the endless bitterness and sorrow in his heart.

Lysander's warrior-trainer-hero brain suddenly became feverish at the unbelievable news he had heard, and he heard his eardrums making a sharp buzzing—but he He had promised the dead Chapter Master, he had reflected in public and privately, that Danat Lysander could not lose his cool again at this moment.

The first company commander heard his own voice asking questions in vain, frantically and coldly to the message message of the third company commander who was actually unable to answer him.

"Since there is only one chance to send you a clear and long enough message in the short term, I think you should know the following information: Chapter Master Hagen ultimately did not contact Terra or other places that could provide help. Contact." Garadon's voice paused briefly, and Lysander could almost imagine the calm and insightful face of the Third Captain shaking in his power armor when he said these words.

"The chapter's company commander meeting has been held as soon as possible in the Memorial Hall. Of course, we couldn't contact you at that time. Your astropaths should be replenished at the next spaceport - but we haven't achieved anything substantial. Sexual development, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that this should be an internal matter of the Adeptus Astartes, and we should not alarm other unrelated institutions or people first. Therefore, we have made a decision to report to the Iron Hands on Medusa We sent an astrological communication. - So far, we have not received a reply."

"The Brotherhood of Apothecaries, those who stayed behind on the Phalanx, and those who came from neighboring systems as quickly as possible - they tried various methods, but the dissolution process of the holy bones progressed completely undisturbed, firmly and slowly. "

"Brother Maiaisson, the chief think tank, summoned all the think tank brothers he could summon. However, the think tanks had different opinions on this, but various tentative calls, divination, inquiries and prophecies were used... which made it even more exciting. What makes people uneasy and regretful is that almost none of them have any effect. The threads of fate are like tangles. There is only chaos in the galaxy. The only useful prediction is..."

"What is it?" Lysander couldn't wait to ask the message from the battle brother he disliked the most but also trusted and affirmed the most.

"That's a prophecy about you." The worry in Galaton's words seemed to deepen. "It's a prophecy about you. So this is one of the reasons why I sent this message box at all costs."

"My-? My what?"

The voice of the secret box continued speaking on its own -

"The only omen revealed is that this time we may lose you, Lysander. It goes like this, 'The irresistible ship of Theseus, the Fist of Dorne, will face his other side in the storm. Lost, this is a voyage of no return'."

The voice of the third company commander dissipated in his sincere blessing, "For the Emperor, for everything, for Dorne, Lysander, come back alive, just like you did a thousand years ago."

"I will. And before that happens, I will bring destruction to our enemies."

Danat Lysander, standing alone in his private quarters on the Wrathstorm, clenched the Fist of Dorne in his hand.

The message box on the table beeped a warning sound and began to burn automatically, turning into a pool of molten and shapeless residue.

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"I can't believe it." The sound of the tip of the staff hitting the ground echoed in the passage that had returned to tranquility, stirring up lurking dust and new turbidity.

"In the end, the finishing work of this kind of thing fell on me in the end." Uther Ma'atra muttered complainingly, wrapping his shawl tightly and leaning on his staff.

He stepped through shadows with claws and claws, and passed through grotesque scenes formed by rings of inanimate beings trying to confuse or attack him. One of his hands was surrounded by a halo strip formed by numerous runes and magic circles, and from time to time, , a highly condensed psychic lightning was emitted from the rune array in his hand, easily killing one or more demons with one blow.

"I'm so skinny, I'm coughing, I haven't graded my papers yet - I'm not cut out for this kind of work! He should get some burly guys to fix the sewer grinder!"

Complaints are complaints, but the psychic consultant still skillfully made several gestures that could not be caught by the naked eye. A hot orange halo gathered from the top of his staff into a ball of light, and then followed a liberation spell, The high-heat halo shock wave burned all the monsters around him, except for the one on the B13 deck where he arrived.

"Well, who makes me his most confidant and dear brother? There is also an apple and peach pie with pistachio and crushed double honey and rose syrup that you don't need to rush to buy."

The Fifteenth Primarch raised his hand, and those dizzyingly complex spells began to spin, and he severely repaired the Great Unclean One who was not working properly.

Gua.

It’s cold and I want to eat something sweet and high in calories.

I ate dumplings today