Agtrill, The Counterfeit Blade (The Award-Nominated Anthology Series) - Warhammer 40,000
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Summary: On a savage jungle world, the Aeldari artisan Benneruin and her warrior companion Gontelar survey a seawall interwoven with wraithbone and volcanic stone. The structure is eternal, silent, and impassable – its origin dating back to the mythic War in Heaven. Legends tell of this place, and of its legendary prize: the smithing anvil of the Blades of Vaul. But the secrets within are restless, and the journey will soon cross time and space to content with an ageless villain.
Written by Colyn DeGraaff with original music composed by Robert Renato Hack.
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COLD OPEN STORIES is an award-nominated production team which produces self-contained short unofficial audio dramas set in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. These stories feature characters from different apocalyptic sectors of space and each “episode” is meant to be digested on an average commute, averaging 20-45 minutes.
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An Asuryani Artisan/Bonesinger from the craftworld of Ulthwe. Well-versed in bonesinging and construction, she seeks to find a master-crafted weapon to pull her race from the jaws of entropy. She has an assured, melancholic, demeanour close friendship with Gontelar, and privately fears for both their sakes. A younger Asuryani, she thinks of her people’s Mythic Cycle as a retelling of real events, and as such believes strongly that the Swords of Vaul exist.
[Poem] “From mangroves and rock as if by magic grown. Eternal, silent, impassible, alone. The lost anvil”.
The environment of the world is treacherous and with Disease and murderous fauna surrounding us, we could not risk the added lives of our kin. I fear This journey may well take our lives.
I take one of the waystones and attach it to my breast. With a soft click it clings to me, swirling with resonance. I feel the connection become tangible and a sense of calm returns to my heart.
An Asuryani Exarch/Dire Avenger from the craftworld of Ulthwe. They have fought countless battles on a thousand worlds, and now dedicate themself as a personal protector of Benneruin. Sceptical that their journey will turn up any results, they are a strong-willed, stubborn, and highly capable with a spear. An middle-aged Asuryani, their attitude has been shaped by disappointment and loss. They think of their people’s Mythic Cycle as a metaphor for past events, and believes that the Swords of Vaul are embellished retellings.
Savage. They are hunting the wildlife. They’ll exhaust them in a day. We should return to the Craftworld.
We will plumb its histories tomorrow. The environment is not favourable at this hour.
Iam Mure (“I am a killer”) Benneruin. I do not have the same stake in the myths as you. War has no story. No chapters. Not anymore. It only has The End.
An Aeldari Warrior, he is swift, civilized, and regal. He looks up to the Gods as faultless leaders and sees the War in Heaven as an exercise in the Aeldari's divine right to rule the stars. His blind devotion and strength of will are assets on the battlefield, but they become a flaw when it comes to spiritual matters or questions of the future...
Then we have no fear! Even now, Khaine is not idle. Vaul forges one hundred swords for his campaign against the Yngir. I was presented with mine. Witness it.
Take my hand, Jaeriela. We do battle with our kin. Turn your eyes from whatever darkness you see.Bring them to me and share your heart with mine. Release that pain, so we can go together.
[In Combat] There’s that face, again! Jaeriela, smile! The stories we will have to tell the children! Songs will be sung of this day!
An Aeldari Seer, she is thrice-blessed: given the sight, sight of the past, sight of the future. An incredibly gifted psychic, she fears that the Gods' personal follies will lead their people to ruin. She has a psychic resonance and can see Benneruin (but cannot communicate) for reasons she cannot reason, and as the War in Heaven grows she tries to piece together what she sees and questions whether it is a timeline or alternate reality.
By blessed and burdened sight I see ashes of the shadow flake away into air. Damage has been done to this poor creature's soul.
He doesn’t see it. Lanthrilaq the Swift is slowing. His face is pale. His sword blunt from the constant warfare.
Ours will be children born of ruin.
A Necron Overlord. Beaten down by the one counterfeit blade amongst Vaul's one-hundred swords, he survived an ancient Aeldari offensive by the virtue of the blade's imperfect nature. He has remained in the anvil reliquary, unable to destroy the smithing array, but stands prepared to defend it from being returned to their descendent Asuryani's hands.
Interlopers. Let this king express his appreciation for your visit.
You are impressed by broken relics and and the toys of shattered gods. How far you've fallen.
Yours is a doomed civilization. Our wars burned the stars - and I am happy to begin the great conflagration once more. The ground you walk on, the stones, the bone, will all burn. Your species will be reduced to ash, and I will pour you through my fingers with utter satisfaction.
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