The Messenger by Games Workshop LTD

Author:Games Workshop LTD
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Games Workshop LTD
Published: 2019-02-20T09:06:01+00:00

Today was that day. This Dark King brought fire and damnation, that much was becoming clear. But he could be stopped, whoever he was, and his double-edged sword blunted. The message was as imprecise as a reading of the Emperor’s Tarot, but Venastra had enough experience in transmitting them that she was pretty sure it spoke of not one attack, but two. Sentinels, plural, it had said, and Vigilus was known as a sentinel world. As vague as it was, it could still be vital intel.

With her quill-servitor Rhombdu-5li at her back, Venastra approached the vast eyesore of the Datasaint reverentially, curtseying before its might. Climbing the spiral stairs that ranged around its vast girth, she felt the thing shudder as if in some grand mal seizure. Catching herself, she looked back at Rhombdu-5li in alarm. The servitor’s gormless slab of a face read much the same; its constancy was somehow reassuring.

Venastra made the rest of the journey to the translation pulpit, and lit the black candles as she had done so many times before. She heard the skittering sound on the cusp of hearing again – a strange scratching noise, and a rustle of cloth – and redoubled her pace. Squinting, she depressed each of the appropriate meaning-runes on the cogitator’s many-flanged dial apparatus until the first sentence of the Nemendghast message was before her in black and white.

The rustling noises were suddenly close, terrifyingly so. Scratching, tapping, and heavy breathing, as if something was crawling under the gantry.

She looked down, and saw a nightmare.

A purple, dome-headed creature with ridges along its cranium stared back with beady black eyes. It reached up a pair of three-taloned claws, and bodily yanked the servitor Rhombdu-5li down into the workings of the cogitator machine. That night, the Datasaint feasted on far more than fingernails. Too scared to scream, Venastra Ghorrod leapt onto the gantry below, and ran for her life.

Behind her, the Datasaint growled, the message from Nemendghast blinking and the rune of sending’s inactivity lumen flashing bright. Then the message reset, and the machine fell still and silent as the void.

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