The most prodigal Thousand Son finds himself the quarry in a ten thousand-year hunt. Can the followers of Tzeentch outwit and elude the Imperium, or will the might of logic and saga combine to bring him to justice?
1. The Scent of Blood: Thousand Sons vs Space Wolves
"We can creep in there, like bloodlice in a corpse, kill the sentries, and take their prize.""And what is is their prize?" Battle Leader Hallbjorn was never reticent about speaking his mind. "For what has Kveldulf commanded us risk our necks?"
"We believe this Sorcerer knows the location of the arch-exile himself. He can lead us to Ahriman."
2. No Quarter Given: Thousand Sons vs Space Wolves
"Master, this is the Blazing Chariot. We are attacked! Space Wolf Battle Barges, lying in ambush on the far side of the moon. Our destroyers are moving to intercept, but they have us out of position. Your orders?""Hold position, fools!" Traducio snapped. "Deploy reinforcements on my mark. Repel them and remain within teleportation range, or you'll feed the flesh-change by dark!"
"You fear the dogs' attack," Fravash sneered. "Then you may deal with them. My business is with Ahriman."
3. And The Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place: Thousand Sons vs Adeptus Mechcanicus
Plasma streaked towards him over the dusty ground. There was nowhere to hide from it, no time to protect himself. Ahriman extended his will and with a terrible effort, tore apart the fabric of reality around him. The Warp opened, and he fell in.4. The Prodigal Son: Thousand Sons vs Space Wolves & Adeptus Mechanicus
+++ Alpha Leet-842 make report ++The data blurt ran through the noosphere unanswered. Once the Alpha failed to acknowledge, the second in command was hailed. This also proved fruitless, and the blurt ran down the seniority of the Skitarii Rangers until it found one who was able to answer.
Half their numbers were no longer responding, and no-one could say why.
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