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WAAGH! Tuska has been rampaging along the border of the Eye of Terror for weeks and the army has gained considerable momentum having fought both Imperial and Chaos assets alike. Following their most recent domination of a small industrial world held by the Adeptus Mechanicus, the WAAGH! celebrated by constructing a brand new war machine to please their lord, Tuska. The massive construct is set to roar across the next battlefield, spewing death and crushing any opposition under its massive tracks. However, the Stompa uv Skullz' most impressive asset is its intimidating leer which is sure to strike fear into the hearts of Tuska's victims.

The namesake of the Guardians of S'val has emerged from the Shrine of the Unmaker. With him marches a host of Necron Warriors all bent to his unholy will. The Shard of S'val has been allowed to bind itself to a body of living metal. Although S'val's new form is relatively weak by C'tan standards, it is still a force to be reckoned with. The Crypteks who sought to control the Master of Unmaking have found themselves bound to its hubris. The warring factions of Flayrah would do well to heed the threat which approaches.

House Draco is said to be bound by honour with a mysterious group of Astartes clad in black MkVI armour. Arriving in times of dire need, they apparate onto the battlefield, seemingly out of nothingness. Their bolters, melta, and plasma weapons belch death immediately upon their arrival, felling great swaths of the enemy. These Angels of Death are known as the Pugantes Draco. Only the closest allies of House Draco can guess at their origin .  Whoever they are, the Pugantes Draco  share a mutual debt of honour with the Knights of the house. Neither party suffers the other to be abandoned on the battlefield, both willing to risk forfeiting their own lives in order to guarantee the survival of the other. Three squads of the Pugnantes Draco led by Master Darksky. Master Darksky carries himself with an air of sombre contemplation. He is rarely seen far from the Knight Gallant, Tiamat, piloted by Seneschal Michelle Vaughn.  Their decades of experience with one-anoth...

Hello! I'm here today to help suss out something that's been a hot-button issue of late. I was wondering at the actual feasibility of 100 brave Guardsmen of the implacable Astra Militarum taking out a tank with their Lasguns. It turns out that lasers are actually quite awful at killing people. Because of the nature of our bodies being made of, primarily, water, it takes about 50,000 joules of energy to kill a person with a laser . Some sources say you could use a weapon with an output as weak as a Kilowatt, but you'd have to shoot them right in the eye. At any rate, this is WAY more energy than a bullet requires. Of course, the reality of energy storage in the far future may mean that you can actually store more laser shots in a clip than bullets. But who knows what the reasons for using lasers are, really? Who, indeed! You know as well as I do that there are other things than people that need to be shot at  which lasers can be much better at killing. Things like......

The factory world of Gomesama is undergoing a great deal of growing pains. The Mechanicus has expressed a keen interest in taking over operations on the planet and the local government has done all they can to appeal to Sector Command on Yanchi to halt their takeover. In the mean-time, the Star Eagles Space Marines have done all they can to squash rebellion on the world. Several governors have been censured and a shaky compromise is in place. For the time being, the planet's four major continents have been split between the two factions with the ocean rights split right down the middle. Magos Dominus Tokud Kheberas has ramped up production on Gomesama to twice their levels before their occupation began and the world has slowly grown in importance. For this reason, it was only logical to begin establishing a militia to protect one of the sector's most vital worlds. The Skitarii Fusileers of Gomesama represent the fledgling military of the growing Mechanicus presence in the s...

A Warhammer 40,000 short story by Adam Fasoldt It was a pleasure to crush the scarlet warp spawn beneath her Imperial Knight’s massive weight. Seneschal Michelle Vaughn and her Knight Gallant, Tiamat, smashed a half dozen of them to paste with every stride. The crunch of bones, the squeals of rage, and the stink of their bursting bodies filled her senses even from the throne buried deep within Tiamat’s twilight-black edifice. She waded in a sea of red until she could no longer tell the difference between the writhing bodies of the living and their malformed remains. A lance of hell-wrought cavalry broke through the enemy ranks, trampling a score of their own number in a huge plume of dust in an effort to penetrate the Imperial line. They were devils mounted upon mechanical steeds, eyes blazing with hellfire. The disciplined Cadian command structure did not allow their lasgunners to take the bait. Instead, they maintained their fusillade against the tide of infantry. It was...