Heresy Rising

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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