First, the wind came from the north. It caressed the faces with its warm fingers, yet it's touch was death. Many fell ill within hours. Some of them became raving madmans, tearing their flesh as the agony burned through their veins. But many more collapsed simply in the streets, diving into fel dreams - and the nightmares never let them go. Their minds were imprisoned into their dwindling bodies, and in the end the fever took them.
The cries of those, who witnessed all this reached to the red skies, and the clouds washed their tears with black rain.
Then a throng came. Howling hordes of creatures made from iron and flesh marched under ragged banners and unholy icons. With hand and weapons raised to the high they prayed to their cruel gods, offering them the lives of the worthless. Their vile tongues promised suffering and slaughter. The streets run red with blood, and the unblinking eye above them watched the carnage, what they brought to this world with an endless hunger.
I remember the drawn blades, the burning homes, the stifling smoke, the darkness in the eyes, the emptiness in the heart after there where no more tears to cry.
And then the horde went. The few of us, who was left thought, that the Omnissiah may listened to our prayers.
We were wrong.
The Gods came...
I remember... but oh Deus Mechanicus take these memories away! Burn my mind and my soul and let me fade to the nothingness beyond the cold of your conciousness!
I don't want to remember ...
Greetings fellow Brothers and Sisters!
After a very long time I started to work on my Adeptus Titanicus force! I planned to jump into the game at the end of last year, but life came and I had to put aside this project with all the others that were related to this hobby. But after long months I finally managed to make some space again for it - it was high time!
I hope that you will accompany me on my journey in Adeptus Titanicus.
I will be returning with more details soon
Edited by TheDreadfulSagittary, 20 July 2019 - 07:21 PM.