Warhammer: Warpsword (Darkblade, No. 4)

By Dan Abnett

On the earth of Warhammer, no race is as merciless and treacherous because the darkish elves, and no member of this race is extra notorious than Malus Darkblade. His soul taken forfeit via a daemon, Darkblade needs to now search the mythical Warpsword of Khaine or be endlessly damned.

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The uncooked demonstrate of wealth and gear approximately stopped Malus in his tracks. He’d identified, like any druchii, that the temple of Khaine used to be universally feared. What he hadn’t ever stopped to think about used to be that it was once additionally very, very wealthy. Malekith’s aid had benefited the cult drastically. The advisor led them speedily alongside the wide road, his eyes conscientiously downcast as he handed the excessive officers of the temple. He led them to the 3rd residence at the left, mountain climbing a huge set of marble steps to a couple of gold-ornamented doorways that slid open silently at his method. Human slaves held open the doorways and bowed from the waist because the druchii filed within. past was once a spacious access corridor packed with dear statues, a few bearing the subtle yet effete kind of the craftsmen of Ulthuan. They’d most likely been tithed to the temple your time some time past by means of a noble looking the elders’ favour, Malus suspected. They crossed the corridor, the soles in their boots whispering throughout piled rugs, and climbed one other flight of stairs. The druchii crossed one other room covered with statues and hung with pricey tapestries, and have been ushered right into a small chamber set with a low desk and part a dozen wood chairs. A tray containing a plate of fruit and a bottle of wine sat at the desk. The advisor bowed to the boys once again and left the room, last the door at the back of him. instantly the 2 zealots begun a cautious payment in their guns. Malus eyed the wine greedily, convinced it might be an excellent classic and struggling with the temptation to open it and discover. He was once nonetheless considering the bottle while the door swung open back and a small crowd of red-robed druchii bustled hurriedly into the room. The zealots instantly dropped to 1 knee, arms out, and Malus go well with a second later. “Arch-Hierophant Rhulan can be alongside momentarily. meanwhile we will listen your report,” a girl acknowledged in a harsh, businesslike voice. Malus seemed as much as see a tall, narrow-shouldered priestess striding purposefully in the direction of him, jogging because of a narrow, silver-chased employees. Her hair was once white and bore the headdress of a witch elf, yet she wore the heavy gowns and decorative kheitan of a temple dignitary. a brief, wide guy, additionally swathed in purple gowns got here in at the back of her. a hoop of gold glinted on each one of his stubby palms, and a couple of darkish eyes glittered like chips of obsidian underneath a couple of jutting brows. a couple of temple novitiates bearing scribner’s easels, ink and quills and sheets of parchment attended him. “It wouldn't be right to start with no Rhulan,” acknowledged the final guy to go into the room. He used to be of center top and whipcord-thin, with an extended, pointed face that reminded Malus of a fox. His purple gowns weren't as heavy because the others, and his kheitan was once considerably with out ornamentation. To Malus’ shock, the fellow carried no seen guns, yet he had doubtless that he used to be the temple’s grasp of assassins. “In the absence of the Arch-Hierophant i'm the voice of the temple,” the girl snapped, “and i'm going to listen what those males need to say” the 2 druchii exchanged heated stares, yet after a demanding second the guy deferred with a bow.

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