Stories

It began with unsettling dreams, and unnatural lights in the sky. Many sleepless nights were spent huddled in fear of spectres that haunted the mind, and that deprivation of rest was itself a curse. There was something in the air, they said. Some malediction yet to be, a baneful hour that threatened to turn the feeling of disquiet into a palpable aura of dread.

Next story coming...
27.04.2018

SAVE THE DATE, NEXT STORY COMING SOON!

THE CYCLE INTERRUPTED

Horticulous Slimux frowned, the slick skin of his forehead furrowing like a well-ploughed field. The ancient daemon had been thinking...

DEATH AT THE DOOR

Verric’s mouth was dry and his heart hammered like a forge-piston, but his hands were steady. Fear was an old...

A BOUNTIFUL WAGER

A gnawfly droned lazily through the Garden of Nurgle. Spores drifted around it on the miasmal airs. Moanwillows sighed and...

GRIM DELIVERANCE

‘Sister!’ The distant call for aid rose above the groaning din in the makeshift pesthouse. Gosma ignored it.

THE HANGMAN’S CURSE

Lord Slougous leant on his bubotic hammer and breathed a bubbling sigh of satisfaction. The battle had been magnificent, the...

TO TRULY EXCEL

The bloated, tentacle-limbed warrior’s head burst apart under Hyphor’s hammer. A putrid eruption of brain and bone splattered across the...

DELUGE OF LIFE

Rotigus Rainfather waded through the lake of infected waters that, only three days before, had been a bone-dry plain.

THE OFFER

My Lord General, this missive was discovered by chance, and I felt it demanded your immediate attention.

Malign Portents: Behind the Scenes

WATCH THE VIDEO