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Monique

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  1. ‘It is still there, you know. Canticle City. Ruined, of course, but it still exists, spread out in the shadow of Abaddon’s spear. We meet there, when the tides of the empyrean allow, and discuss our future. It has become a place of reflection for us.’ ‘And who is us? This Phoenix Conclave you mentioned earlier?’ Bile said, curious despite himself. The Phoenix Guard had been an elite cadre serving as Fulgrim’s personal retinue, but so far as he was aware, Kasperos had never been inducted into their ranks. But this sounded like something else. More like one of those blasted warrior-lodges than anything else. ‘We are the elite,’ the Radiant said, studying his trophies. ‘And our numbers grow, in the silences. Eidolon, Lucius, dear Julius... the captains and commanders of the Legion, who yet remember what it means to bow before something greater. Fulgrim, our Illuminator, slumbers like the phoenix of legend. But when he awakens, the Third will be ready to serve.’ Фулгрим всё это время... спал :image095:
  2. Божечки-божечки-божечки, неужели он наконец-то свалит?! =)
  3. ‘Entropy in action,’ Bile said, running his fingers along the row of greasy specimen jars that occupied one wall. The jars were mag-locked to prevent the contents from being disturbed – or getting loose. ‘The centre cannot hold. Some poet or other said that,’ he said, glancing at one of the vat-born. ‘Everything falls apart.’ He tapped a jar, causing the disembodied head within to champ its jaws spasmodically. ‘Everything changes. But not all change is beneficial, or necessary. Take the world of Fenris, for instance. The alteration of otherwise viable genetic sequences on a massive scale, resulting in a specific series of evolutionary adaptations, none of which are remotely beneficial outside one specific environment. Those born of Fenris will die with Fenris, when and if such a cataclysm occurs. Speculation? Possibly. A theory, at least.’ !!!
  4. His enemies were Legion and Legions alike. Bile was useful to the renegade Legions, but he was a wildcard in the greater game of Eyespace. He served no one save himself, and knew too much to be safely ignored or left to roam free. Agents of the Lernaean Proxies had tried to murder him more than once, and had even succeeded, briefly, on Korazin. The Dark Council of Sicarus had set warband after warband on Bile’s trail, hunting him from one end of the Eye to the other – Saqqara had merely been the latest. Angron himself had nearly collected Bile’s skull on Gnosis. And Fulgrim’s bounty still stood unclaimed.
  5. ‘The joy of fighting alongside my brothers once more, Gorel,’ Oleander said. A ripple of derisive laughter spread through the chamber. ‘The joy of picking over our corpses, more like,’ Gorel said. He had always been a sour creature, concerned only with the potency and effects of his chemical concoctions. ‘Like he did with Scaripedes,’ someone else added. The Apothecary wore stained penitent’s robes over his power armour, concealing everything save the serpentine dendrites that coiled and thrashed about him. One of the dendrites stiffened abruptly and slid its sharpened tip into the scarified flesh of a bond-slave squatting nearby, extracting what passed for blood. A second slave bent close, waiting to be tattooed with whatever conclusion her master had suddenly come to. Oleander could almost feel the hostility radiating from the gathered Apothecaries. None of them liked to be reminded of what had happened to Scaripedes, however necessary it had been. He had been a Lernaean agent, but well liked for all that. No one blamed the sons of Alpharius for doing what came naturally. And no one wanted to be reminded that they were all ultimately expendable, in the eyes of their leader. =) =) =)
  6. Gland-hounds. The New Humanity, as designed by Fabius Bile. Stronger, faster, more aggressive than the brief sparks that sheltered in the shadow of the Imperium. The first generation had been born of partial gene-seed implantation. Those first few crude attempts had become more refined over time, as the master had devised his own, lesser form of gene-seed. One which was not so likely to kill its host out of hand. They came alert instantly. There was a disconcerting intensity to their blank gazes – as if he were some large bovid who had wandered unknowing into the midst of a carnosaur pack. It had been a long time since anything had looked at him that way, and he shivered in delight. ‘They say, in the lands of milk and sorrow, that those pale echoes of our brothers now gone know no fear,’ he said to Arrian. ‘It saddens me to think of it.’ As he spoke, one of hounds stepped forward, setting herself between them and the doorway beyond. She crossed her muscular arms, and gazed steadily at them. ‘Igori,’ Arrian said. There was an odd sort of respect in his tone, Oleander thought. He bridled at it. Arrian was free to consider the creature his equal, but Oleander was under no such obligation. ‘You’re new,’ Oleander said, looking down at the woman – Igori, Arrian had called her. He sniffed, and grimaced. ‘But I can tell you’re one of his. I can smell it from here.’ Igori said nothing. Her face was square. It might as well have been chiselled out of marble. Everything about her was perfect. Too perfect, too symmetrical. As if she were nothing more than a machine of meat and muscle. Какой же доктор Франкенштейн без Игоря? Точнее, без Игори ^_^
  7. He closed his eyes, remembering the shadow of the dying frigate as it had plunged prow first into the heart of the Third’s stronghold. More than just a world had died that day. The Third Legion had ceased to exist as a singular entity the moment Ezekyle Abaddon had decided to punish Bile for trying to repair the mistakes of the past. His hands clenched. The Despoiler had truly lived up to his name that day. A century or more of work, erased by one overzealous thug, wearing his gene-father’s hand-me-downs. But his enemies were many and varied these days, and they wore all colours, not just black or purple. The Dark Council of Sicarus, the Lernaean Proxies, the Hive-Klutch of Thol... all wanted him dead, or worse, under their control. Лернейские Прокси - это вин!
  8. Дорн специально приказал не вносить это событие в хроники, чтобы показать, насколько презирает Альфария.
  9. Вообще-то, Альфарий заслужил стать демоном-принцем Тзинча гораздо больше, чем Магнус. Столько лжи и коварства не могло пропасть даром :(
  10. Дорн разрубил Альфарию голову цепным мечом - не отрубил, а именно разрубил. И из головы полились потоки света - не такие мощные, как у Ферруса, но всё же. А потом Омегон впервые почувствовал страшное одиночество в душе, и понял, что близнеца больше нет в живых.
  11. Свет из разрубленной головы + Омегон лично ощутил гибель близнеца. Альфарий - Тот Самый Альфарий - убит Дорном. Печаль, боль.
  12. Слияния не произошло, Альфарий просто помер :174_rip: Омегон, по крайней мере, объявлен мёртвым - Альфа-легион утверждает, что примарха у них больше нет. Though their Primarchs were no more, Abaddon gathered together warbands of Night Lords and the Alpha Legion, promising them a place as equals among the traitors.
  13. ! Предупреждение: Тема про Тысячу Сынов, вообще-то.
  14. В "Тёмном Короле" у Кёрза появился подручный - капитан Shang. В "Грозном Оружии" его имя изменили на Sheng. В 1-м издании "Сошествия Ангелов" Белыми Шрамами командует хан Shang. Во 2-м издании его имя тоже изменили на Sheng. Почему?!
  15. Кёрз жил только ради того, чтобы его казнил Император. Мне кажется, ты перепутал Кёрза с Феррусом. ---------- В любом случае, Кёрз не вернётся - жизнь ему и даром не нужна.
  16. Мортарион после Драйго - так себе угроза. На практике уже доказали, что Мортариона, Магнуса и Ангрона можно победить. Мне интересно, как себя проявят Фулгрим, Лоргар и Пертурабо :rolleyes:
  17. Monique

    Бар "Duck"

    Господи, предупреждать же надо! Даже я не смогу развидеть увиденное! :o
  18. Тем временем Россия потеряла ещё один "Прогресс" =| http://tass.ru/kosmos/3833575
  19. Интересно, которые? :rolleyes:
  20. Monique

    Бар "Duck"

    Плазменные коты ходят в лоток-стелларатор ^_^
  21. У Малогарста Сюжетная Броня - он точно доживёт до Осады Терры: "+++"
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