Heresy Rising

All is well that ends badly

_The personal Log of Apostle Corvis, of the Word Bearers. Myself and the Heretics now under my wing have managed what I dare say may have been believed to be impossible. Not only have we liberated the potent artifact known as the Black Cube from the hands of the vile Eldar Xenos, and managed to escape off world, we have the very Archon responsible for our enslavement held prisoner on this very ship.
_I am impressed with my new found allies abilities to pull through such strife, considering the mortality and frail bodies, most of the Space Marine allies I have encountered would have believed them incapable, yet the Gods work in mysterious ways.
Now we set forth on this great ship, to new horizons and new plans that soon will come to fruition. I feel the hand of fate and its master in the lives of these heretics and am eager to see what he has in store for them yet…

Slaves Who Will Not Serve

In my haste to help the heretics who I have aligned myself with, we where, rather unfortunately taken by surprise by the vile xenos we where hunting. An embarrassment for sure, for one of my station to be captured so quickly, yet this has presented me with new opportunities. It seems not all of my allies where willing to come along on this journey, but the slave holds in this stinking alien vessel are crammed with hundreds of dregs, pirates and scum of the worse kind.
I can hear preaching from the other end of the cells, a litany to the true powers. There is one here who shares the faith other then myself and the comrades who joined me.
No doubt we are expected to be pawns in the games and vile pleasures of these craven xenos. Their hubris will be their undoing, this I swear. Our imprisonment will only bring us closer to our goal, and when we have taken the prize from their dead archon’s hands, then I shall reap a terrible vengeance upon their city that even their cruel twisted mines will shutter when it is remembered.

End of Transmission

It has been 3 days now since my capture. These eldar are indeed as I expected them to be. They goad me into arenas to have me fight creatures of nightmare or even their own warriors. Thus far, they have all fallen. Our keeper, a wych of the arenas known as Angelique seems interested in our plight. She is even helping us to escape. It seems she has no love for the lords of this city. In my cell I have met another of the faithful, a young girl who worships the dark prince in such a manner her own body has shaped itself to resemble his holy handmaidens. Curious that in loosing some of my companions I have gained others. The master of the fates, all knowing in his ways has guided me to this, I am sure of it.
Now approaches our final tests. We will be lauded as champions of this cities death games, or die in its dark underworld. When we have pleased the crowed, then we shall strike. We shall take our freedom and slip away like shadows. My new companions, the eldar Angelique and the worshiper of the gods who i met in the cells; Ravion are with me. As is the Faith, the fallen sister whom I met months ago in the sanctum of lies. Our little daredevil of Slaanesh, the mortal who calls herself Mel has given a startling performance and survived a high speed death race in the reaver circuits above us. She is now with us, and with our combined will, this city will hold us no more!

Holo log of Apostle Corvis, Entry: 2.0

Days of Past and Present

I take this pen and have begun to write an account of the glorious and terrible deeds I have witnessed, and am sure to yet see. Here, even surrounded by the pirate filth and xenos scum of the vortex in this cantina of this wretched planet I can feel the breath of the Gods around me, pushing me to write what I have seen and soon will, and so, let this be a chronicle of the events that shall lead us to our days of final triumph.

I see them now, entering into the cantina. That same group of strange heretical worshipers I had the chance of meeting only weeks prior at that fools library. They have changed I can tell, and perhaps for the better, for the eyes of the Gods gaze down on them like beams of purest light. Great deeds they are destined for, and perhaps if I am bold enough, I will be as well.
Now we sit and drink together. They tell me they are seeking a weapon, a weapon stolen from them by the xenos we know as the Dark Eldar. Strange that they would be going through the trouble of tracking down these insidious vermin simply for an artifact of power when all about us there is chances to find any of such things, yet they tell me this is different.
Ah, a Black Cube. So this is what has them so up tight. A powerful weapon indeed, created in the Dark Age of technology, all but lost to us now and capable of destruction on a system wide scale. Only once in my studies have I found the Astartes to have come into contact with this weapon. The Alpha legion has made mention of it during a campaign they persecuted against a planet of barbaric human heretics during the latter days of the False Emperors Great Crusade.
It seems they are also not the only ones interested in this device. They ally themselves with the Warband of those who worship Slaanesh, blessed be his dark name, in the hopes of bringing these Dark Eldar to heel.
They tell me of all they have done to this point, and it is, if it can be believed, a grand tale. A primitive world turned to worship of the true powers, the Capitol world of Scintilla tossed into anarchy and now a battle ground of Daemons and Grey Knights. And now this. it is clear they have need of guidance. Spiritual and mental focus for their long journey.
May the gods be praised they have led me to my place in this doorway of their great realm. i shall set about my task with great fervor.
These Eldar, the Children of Thorns, as they call themselves may choose to hide in their dark lairs, but we shall make them see there is no escape from the gods. no where they can hide we cannot find them. We make all haste now for the Forbidden Portal, and to the dark underbelly of the Webway to find the city of Soul Fire, that we might baptize ourselves in the blood and fire of their race.

Holo log of Apostle Corvis. Entry 1.0


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