Warhammer: End of DaysEnd of Days The Thunderhawks burst through the cloud cover of Anmar’s atmosphere and into the bright mid-day sun. With engines roaring and blue and bone colored hulls glinting in the sun, the powerful assault craft angled in low and northward like giant birds of prey. Their objective – the dry grassy mountain hills in the distance and the city of Dedulis. Onboard the lead Thunderhawk, all was quiet, dark, and solemn save for the dim red ready lights and the howl of wind. Inside, ten Assault Marines of the Sacred Knights Chapter knelt in two neat rows, face to face. Their massive armored forms were resolute and still as they were
The Unforgettable The soldiers sat in near deafening silence. The only sound that penetrated the stillness was the ragged breathing of a single Marine. Not a word was spoken between the other three Marines. For a few minutes the quiet reigned supreme. Then the spell was broken by the gravely crunch of boots. A tall officer stood at the lip of the crater and gazed down into the pit. His breathing was calm and smooth, but his eyes were fixed and sparked like shaken glass. "What happened here?" The other marines looked at each other. One with the shoulder markings of a seargent stood. In one hand he clenched a lit cigarette. He closed his eyes, lifted his c
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