Illinath

The soft, purple glow of Asterope didn't exactly paint a pretty picture. Broken domes, shattered viewing rooms, and depressurization alarms long silent - after all, air was needed for their klaxons to vocalize themselves. It had been fast - as per Confederate protocol, the strike teams had hit from above and both sides, punching into the stronghold in under their target times, bullets punching through furniture, glass, and bodies alike. Their target had been the rogue admiral Callan Singh, the ghost behind the Dawn Rebellion three years prior in the fall of 3260 - but he'd been absent. His militia was presumed to be still out there in the Pl

The road to Ironhollow was always fraught with terror and danger. Be it the wolves that preyed upon the lone travelers and merchants passing through the Reach, or the various Trolls and other abominations that inhabited the hills that surrounded the vale, there was always trouble to be found. Once you passed the Gate of Dawn, however, you were generally quite safe. No creatures of the night dared to come within the walls, as the ferocity of the Dwarves was legendary. It is said that one in particular, Wulfgar Ironhammer, beheaded an entire legion of orcs on the fields of battle. While drunk! Through Ironhollow and the gates of Dusk and Night

270 IE Kallad Colony World 'Salnis' ~ Worlds in the Kallad Imperium were often classified by population. To visitors, it was obvious which one Salnis belonged to. The surface was essentially one planetwide city, covering the surface from pole to pole, thousands of feet deep. The rich and entitled lived in the upper levels, while the criminals and outcasts lived in the lower levels, sharing their living space with the Kalnaa, vicious subterranean beasts that could dig through solid battleplate. It was here, on this shithole of a world, that the Madjack was hidden. Above, the polluted skies and ships lay, with a glimpse of the stars beyond r

With a cough, the man cleared the ash from his helmet's filters, flicking the mounted light on top in an attempt at getting it working. It flickered for a moment, finally sending a beam of brilliance out into the swirling darkness before him. "Ashstorms..." He muttered, checking the seals on the suit before continuing onwards. What he was doing out so far beyond the Bastion walls was a mystery to most other than a few of the Elder Council, and of course, himself. He was to find a beacon, the indicator of more lost technology of the same age as the Magnus itself. With a grunt, the man brought up the passive scanner again, checking it again