Adepta-Librica

"Attenshun!" Kaptin Sligzat looked up and down his squad of Stormboyz. The young Orks looked immaculate in their black uniforms, with their boots shined spotlessly and their spiked helmets well oiled. "Very gud, very nice," Sligzat growled, as he continued his inspection. "Right, ladz. Time fur some square bashin!" the kaptin barked. "Time for some marchin up and down the block. Get to it!" At his command, the young Stormboyz began marching. "Lef right! Lef right!" shouted Sligzat. Sligzat remembered well when he had been a young recruit to the Stormboy Korps. He had been overawed by the fab uniforms that the Korps wore. Not only that,

After a lengthy period of contemplation and meditation, Father Sebastian Morte had decided that everything was the damn book’s fault. He broke into a coughing fit as another cloud of waxy yellow dust was thrown into the air by the impact of a nearby shell and looked down at the shiny red splatter that had materialised on his chest. He raised an already slick hand and wiped his mouth clean; taking a moment to marvel at the mustard constellations forming on his hand as the dust gently obeyed the laws of gravity. It was remarkable in its own way, how such an insignificant object could show such an incredible sight, as if all the stars in

I belong to the Church of Love. It is my life. I know the Imperium would tell me I have joined a heretical cult. But we believe in the same values as the Imperium. We believe in loyalty, duty and obedience. Most importantly of all, we believe in cherishing the young and respecting the old. Before I joined the Church, my life was empty. I used to spend all my time hanging out with losers, drinking beer and smoking sturfroot. Sure, my parents made me go the mission chapel when I was younger, but I gave up on all that Imperial stuff when I got older. What do I care about their corpse-emperor rotting away on distant Terra? What has the Imperium