Shield of Faith, Pitch and sample Опции

[Iron Duke]

По просьбам форумчан выкладываю. Если кому интересно продолжение то замусь верстанием на русский остального текста. (тут только отрывок в 500 слов и аннотация по сути)

Название: Shield of Faith
Сеттинг: Wh40k
Жанр: боевик
Аннотация: Pitch and sample

Pitch
More than a century has passed after fall of Cadia, but the worlds of the Emperor stay strong throughout the darkness which had come from the Eye of Terror. One of these worlds in Imperium Nihilus is Ditian Secondus - a shrine world. By a strange coincidence Ditian Secondus has stayed uncorrupted by the warp energies, and it’s purity has attracted the attention of one the most sinister sorcerers in the galaxy. Defended by sisters of battle from the order of Our Martyred Lady and Chain Skulls - a regiment of the Imperial guard from Necromunda, this world endures as a wall against the mighty host of the Thousand Sons. The legion is led by an arrogant sorcerer, Morcholt Twice Crowned, with Blue Scribes of Tzeentch themselves at his side. Knowing about the great quest of P’tarix and Xirat’p, Morcholt wishes to fulfill a part of it. The reward at the end justifies any means to get to it, after all. He is opposed by canoness Urania who has been fighting against foul sorcerous creatures for more than sixty years with prayers on her lips and the light of her unshakable faith in her soul. Fighting in the Emperor’s name the canoness was always protected by invisible hand of His grace, but His light doesn’t shine as brightly in the distant worlds of the vast Dark Imperium. Have the warriors of the Cult of Scheming come to despoil the world, or they have come to steal its secrets? Will the canonness Urania be able to save the souls of Ditian Secondus, or is she fated to perish in the warpflames? Their story awaits you.


Sample
The thunder of bolter fire and the crackling of guardsmans lasguns echoed through the halls of the basilica. Sisters of battle and their allies did not give up positions to the fiends attacking them. Even when each fallen heretic or tzaangor was instantly replaced by a new one, the warriors of adepta sororitas and veterans from Necromunda stood their ground. Urania fought on the front lines, standing knee-deep in blood and ichor of heretics and monsters. Her silvery hair had become ruby, her black armour acquired a crimson shade. Even surrounded by foes she did not think about retreat. Death or glory - this was the only thing she and her sisters knew, and this was the fate of the Emperor’s warriors.
A new wave of warp infused monsters advanced on the positions of the faithful. This time some tzaangors with magical bows on top of an arcane disk of Tzeentch supported the attackers, and each of their mercyless hits turned it’s victim into a crystal statue. Focused by Urania’s orders, the guardsmen operating heavy bolters concentrated their fire on the oncoming wave of monsters. Some bolts vanished in the shimmering wall of rainbow light that protected the tzaangors, but most of them have found their mark. When the disk mounted creatures fell to the marble floor of the basilica, Urania and her sisters made sure the unholy creatures never got up. The fiends’ onslaught began to wane and the surviving enemies were falling back. The Canoness allowed herself the thought of not just ending this in martyrdom, but also securing a victory. Unfortunately her thoughts were interrupted by a bloodcurdling howl from the gates - a chaos hellbrute on the march to the battlefield. The four metres tall warmachine made from twisted flesh and cursed metal rushed into the cathedral. With a terrifying howl from the hellbrute the heretics continued their onslaught with renewed strength. Urania stepped forward, sword in hand, challenging the vile machine.
What you will do with your silver toothpick, little girl? - from the belly of the hellbrute the vox echoed like thunder.
Urania did not reply. Only her lips moved in silent prayer. The twisted engine of war started its charge towards the canoness. Ten metres, five, two… The Sister dashed forward and slipped between the armored legs of the monster, slashing at them with her power sword. The hellbrute roared and swiveled on the spot, trying to get a fix on Urania. At last his twisted aiming matrix found the black silhouette of Urania’s armour leaping on top of his sarcophagus. The Canoness grabbed for hellbrute’s gorget with her left hand while aiming the sword in her right at the monster’s eye socket. Her next attack was too fast to follow, even for such a mighty creature. Her trusty power sword pierced the helm and the remains of the space marine inside of the machine’s belly. The hellbrute’s roar and whine signalled Urania’s victory.
Slay you, vile beast, - the sister said quietly.

[Dammerung]

Вы бы, товарищ Герцог, уже бы сразу выкладывали русскоязычный отрывок в качестве затравки, а то не все, к сожалению, владеют языком Шекспира. А сколько там вообще получается на русском?

[Iron Duke]

Уже 120 страниц на английском про страдания канонессы/полкана/писцов/колдуна

Но отметил лично для себя, что на английском писать приятнее и удобнее, все таки на то он и эльфийский + в русском к несчастью некоторых слов нету, но эти диспутам тут не будут рады
Ща потихоньку обложку рисуем и будем пробоваться еще раз в бл