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	He knew the truth, a truth surprisingly bitter, even as the Night Spear purred gracefully to a halt across from the entrance to the Root Spire, the sybarite glancing to him as she rallied her squad, he knew what must be done,		He knew the truth, a truth surprisingly bitter, even as the Night Spear purred gracefully to a halt across from the entrance to the Root Spire, the sybarite glancing to him as she rallied her squad, he knew what must be done.

	“First-barb, I cannot raise any of the guard posts. Your orders?” ~~Exhaling a fatalistic breath he gave his last command,~~		“First-barb, I cannot raise any of the guard posts. Your orders?”

	“Flee”.		Exhaling a fatalistic breath he gave his last command.

			“Flee”.


	They didn’t understand, of course they didn’t; the death-screams of the Envenomed Thorn echoed in his head not theirs, bleeding wounds in both his memory and his sanity as he addressed them,		They didn’t understand, of course they didn’t; the death-screams of the Envenomed Thorn echoed in his head not theirs, bleeding wounds in both his memory and his sanity as he addressed them,

	“The Kabal has fallen”, he stated colourlessly, all eyes on him though his piercing glare stopped any voicing their thoughts, “cling to your lives elsewhere, the Jade Talon or the Bloodless, they’ll need new warriors as the Sawbones is dead. Show them the corpses and tell them the Haemonculus ’s fate, they’ll likely grant you a place in their ranks”.		“The Kabal has fallen”, he stated colourlessly, all eyes on him though his piercing glare stopped any voicing their thoughts, “cling to your lives elsewhere, the Jade Talon or the Bloodless, they’ll need new warriors as the Sawbones is dead. Show them the corpses and tell them the Haemonculus ’s fate, they’ll likely grant you a place in their ranks”.

	“What of you first-barb?” The splinter-cannon armed warrior spoke, evidently second in command as the sybarite didn’t lash him for his insolence. Kaldaz turned to the gore-encrusted helm and smirked cruelly,

	~~“Our dracon still lives”~~, ~~he could hear her mindless, agonised whimpering through~~ his ~~implant, “she has failed and lost the Envenomed Thorn~~. ~~I go to claim her soul as is my right – with it I can parley whatever her incompetence has left~~ to ~~our conquerors”. Without a further word he alighted, jumping down from~~ the ~~skiff soundlessly~~ and ~~turning to gaze up at the warriors now clustered around their leader, the sybarite glaring down in disdain~~,		“What of you first-barb?” The splinter-cannon armed warrior spoke, evidently second in command as the sybarite didn’t lash him for his insolence. Kaldaz turned to the gore-encrusted helm and smirked cruelly,

	~~“Your~~ soul is ~~forfeit should we meet again”~~, ~~Kaldaz nodded coldly~~,		“Our dracon still lives.” He could hear her mindless, agonised whimpering through his implant. “She has failed and lost the Envenomed Thorn. I go to claim her soul as is my right – with it I can parley whatever her incompetence has left to our conquerors”. Without a further word he alighted, jumping down from the skiff soundlessly and turning to gaze up at the warriors now clustered around their leader, the sybarite glaring down in disdain,

	~~“As~~ is ~~your own”. His gaze didn’t drop as the raider lifted once more~~, the whine of its anti-gravity engines building in pitch until it sped away into the night, the first-barbs’ cloak flapping at its passage. Dismissing the squad from his mind entirely to focus on his purpose, the gladiator Kabalite strode towards the darkened, deserted gates of the Root.		“Your soul is forfeit should we meet again”, Kaldaz nodded coldly.

			“As is your own”. His gaze didn’t drop as the raider lifted once more, the whine of its anti-gravity engines building in pitch until it sped away into the night, the first-barbs’ cloak flapping at its passage. Dismissing the squad from his mind entirely to focus on his purpose, the gladiator Kabalite strode towards the darkened, deserted gates of the Root.

	There were no farewells in the Dark City, just promises of murder delayed.		There were no farewells in the Dark City, just promises of murder delayed.

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	“Drowned in a birthing pool”, the warriors quipped as the sad, bedraggled bundle was dragged onto the bone walkway, “there’s irony to make an Incubus smile”.		“Drowned in a birthing pool”, the warriors quipped as the sad, bedraggled bundle was dragged onto the bone walkway, “there’s irony to make an Incubus smile”.

	“Quiet, curse your soul”, Kaldaz, first-barb of the Envenomed Thorn Kabal snapped, eyes not moving from the sodden corpse. His mission was technically a success; he’d discovered why the Sawbones had failed to fulfil his obligations; but he doubted that technicality would spare him the Queen of Thorns’ wrath when he reported the Haemonculus dead. Dracon, as despite her overbearing pride, even the Queen of Thorns was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of a true Kabal by proclaiming herself archon, Kaleena was undoubtedly insane but hers was a dangerous madness, unleashed only when beneficial and Kaldaz, as he was often reminded by the debauched nobles of her court, would be no great		“Quiet, curse your soul”, Kaldaz, first-barb of the Envenomed Thorn Kabal snapped, eyes not moving from the sodden corpse. His mission was technically a success; he’d discovered why the Sawbones had failed to fulfil his obligations; but he doubted that technicality would spare him the Queen of Thorns’ wrath when he reported the Haemonculus dead. Dracon, as despite her overbearing pride, even the Queen of Thorns was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of a true Kabal by proclaiming herself archon, Kaleena was undoubtedly insane but hers was a dangerous madness, unleashed only when beneficial and Kaldaz, as he was often reminded by the debauched nobles of her court, would be no great loss.

	For all twenty-seven names he had etched onto the handles of Scorn, the great klaive inherited from the previous first-barb, he was merely a Kabalite.		For all twenty-seven names he had etched onto the handles of Scorn, the great klaive inherited from the previous first-barb, he was merely a Kabalite.

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	“Drowned in a birthing pool”, the warriors quipped as the sad, bedraggled bundle was dragged onto the bone walkway, “there’s irony to make an Incubus smile”.		“Drowned in a birthing pool”, the warriors quipped as the sad, bedraggled bundle was dragged onto the bone walkway, “there’s irony to make an Incubus smile”.

	“Quiet, curse your soul”, Kaldaz, first-barb of the Envenomed Thorn Kabal snapped, eyes not moving from the sodden corpse. His mission was technically a success; he’d discovered why the Sawbones had failed to fulfil his obligations; but he doubted that technicality would spare him the Queen of Thorns’ wrath when he reported the Haemonculus dead. Dracon, as despite her overbearing pride, even the Queen of Thorns was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of a true Kabal by proclaiming herself archon, Kaleena was undoubtedly insane but hers was a dangerous madness, unleashed only when beneficial and Kaldaz, as he was often reminded by the debauched nobles of her court, would be no great ~~loss.~~		“Quiet, curse your soul”, Kaldaz, first-barb of the Envenomed Thorn Kabal snapped, eyes not moving from the sodden corpse. His mission was technically a success; he’d discovered why the Sawbones had failed to fulfil his obligations; but he doubted that technicality would spare him the Queen of Thorns’ wrath when he reported the Haemonculus dead. Dracon, as despite her overbearing pride, even the Queen of Thorns was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of a true Kabal by proclaiming herself archon, Kaleena was undoubtedly insane but hers was a dangerous madness, unleashed only when beneficial and Kaldaz, as he was often reminded by the debauched nobles of her court, would be no great

	~~(WAY TOO FUCKING MANY COMMAS! L2DICTION!)~~

	For all twenty-seven names he had etched onto the handles of Scorn, the great klaive inherited from the previous first-barb, he was merely a Kabalite.		For all twenty-seven names he had etched onto the handles of Scorn, the great klaive inherited from the previous first-barb, he was merely a Kabalite.

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	“Quiet, curse your soul”, Kaldaz, first-barb of the Envenomed Thorn Kabal snapped, eyes not moving from the sodden corpse. His mission was technically a success; he’d discovered why the Sawbones had failed to fulfil his obligations; but he doubted that technicality would spare him the Queen of Thorns’ wrath when he reported the Haemonculus dead. Dracon, as despite her overbearing pride, even the Queen of Thorns was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of a true Kabal by proclaiming herself archon, Kaleena was undoubtedly insane but hers was a dangerous madness, unleashed only when beneficial and Kaldaz, as he was often reminded by the debauched nobles of her court, would be no great loss.		“Quiet, curse your soul”, Kaldaz, first-barb of the Envenomed Thorn Kabal snapped, eyes not moving from the sodden corpse. His mission was technically a success; he’d discovered why the Sawbones had failed to fulfil his obligations; but he doubted that technicality would spare him the Queen of Thorns’ wrath when he reported the Haemonculus dead. Dracon, as despite her overbearing pride, even the Queen of Thorns was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of a true Kabal by proclaiming herself archon, Kaleena was undoubtedly insane but hers was a dangerous madness, unleashed only when beneficial and Kaldaz, as he was often reminded by the debauched nobles of her court, would be no great loss.

			(WAY TOO FUCKING MANY COMMAS! L2DICTION!)

	For all twenty-seven names he had etched onto the handles of Scorn, the great klaive inherited from the previous first-barb, he was merely a Kabalite.		For all twenty-seven names he had etched onto the handles of Scorn, the great klaive inherited from the previous first-barb, he was merely a Kabalite.

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	Flicking the corpse over with his toe, he glanced dismissively at the shrivelled face as he snapped order,		Flicking the corpse over with his toe, he glanced dismissively at the shrivelled face as he snapped an order,

	“Sybarite”, the leader of the Kabalites the Queen had granted him stepped forwards, “I doubt the Sawbones has fallen to She-Who-Thirsts”, he certainly hoped not; he’d privately sworn to deliver the withered creature’s soul to Her himself, “there should be another body in this cesspool. Find it so I can put it to the question”. The unhelmed Kabalite nodded, her squad scattering as Kaldaz straightened, pushing his klaive back under the ceremonial cloak lying over his shoulders like a funeral shroud,		“Sybarite”, the leader of the Kabalites the Queen had granted him stepped forwards, “I doubt the Sawbones has fallen to She-Who-Thirsts”, he certainly hoped not; he’d privately sworn to deliver the withered creature’s soul to Her himself, “there should be another body in this cesspool. Find it so I can put it to the question”. The unhelmed Kabalite nodded, her squad scattering as Kaldaz straightened, pushing his klaive back under the ceremonial cloak lying over his shoulders like a funeral shroud,

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	Small piece of writefaggotry originally aimed at Bolter and Chainsword before the plug got pulled.		Small piece of writefaggotry originally aimed at Bolter and Chainsword before the plug got pulled.

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	== '''A Cage, Shattered'''		== '''A Cage, Shattered''' ==


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	“Drowned in a birthing pool”, the warriors quipped as the sad, bedraggled bundle was dragged onto the bone walkway, “there’s irony to make an Incubus smile”.		“Drowned in a birthing pool”, the warriors quipped as the sad, bedraggled bundle was dragged onto the bone walkway, “there’s irony to make an Incubus smile”.
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	He didn’t understand the question and, for once, his expression betrayed him; with a sigh that expel its remaining anger the human slumped upon the throne again, likely bloodying itself on the engraved thistles there but seemingly inured to the pain as it explained,		He didn’t understand the question and, for once, his expression betrayed him; with a sigh that expel its remaining anger the human slumped upon the throne again, likely bloodying itself on the engraved thistles there but seemingly inured to the pain as it explained,

	“You know of blood, of the genes my race and yours have and can, if pushed, share”, Kaldaz didn’t even hide his distaste; though there were rumours of such half-breeds; indeed not long ago all of Commorragh had been aflame with rumours of a Craftworld farseer mothering such a spawn with a mon-keigh lover; he paid them little mind, “my monstrosity is found there, within my very being. The Pariah gene; a curse, an abomination that should not be. By the Emperor’s mercy it’s rare, only one in a billion of us possess such a gene. Those one in a billion, the blanks or pariahs, theirs is a miserable life – immune to the Warp and its denizens but shunned, reviled by normal people, betrayed by their lack of presence in the Immaterium. Even those with no psychic potential know of the Pariah gene; as a blind man would avoid a biting cold wind they avoid those whose genetic make-up forbids them a soul! Pariahs have no presence in the Warp; they are nothing, empty vessels for the tides of the Immaterium to flow through and all who come close to them know it. Alone, unloved and scorned by their own species, that is the fate of those who bear a Pariah gene”, Kaldaz stiffened, ready to hurl himself aside at the slightest hint of red as the human looked directly at him again,		“You know of blood, of the genes my race and yours have and can, if pushed, share”, Kaldaz didn’t even hide his distaste; though there were rumours of such half-breeds; indeed not long ago all of Commorragh had been aflame with rumours of [[Story: Love Can Bloom\|a Craftworld farseer mothering such a spawn with a mon-keigh lover]]; he paid them little mind, “my monstrosity is found there, within my very being. The Pariah gene; a curse, an abomination that should not be. By the Emperor’s mercy it’s rare, only one in a billion of us possess such a gene. Those one in a billion, the blanks or pariahs, theirs is a miserable life – immune to the Warp and its denizens but shunned, reviled by normal people, betrayed by their lack of presence in the Immaterium. Even those with no psychic potential know of the Pariah gene; as a blind man would avoid a biting cold wind they avoid those whose genetic make-up forbids them a soul! Pariahs have no presence in the Warp; they are nothing, empty vessels for the tides of the Immaterium to flow through and all who come close to them know it. Alone, unloved and scorned by their own species, that is the fate of those who bear a Pariah gene”, Kaldaz stiffened, ready to hurl himself aside at the slightest hint of red as the human looked directly at him again,

	“So what do you think awaits those bearing two copies?”		“So what do you think awaits those bearing two copies?”