Tales of the Grimly Dark and Farly Future

Wherein I shall describe tales of the mundane and the alien, the beauty and the horror, the individual and the anonymous.  These are not my stories, but the stories we all hear in the trenches between the barrage, whispered in the warp from the voices we all fear, retold near the pyres of burning heretics.

Twice weekly I shall post an entry from the hallowed archives.

Who is The Scribe, you ask? No one of consequence, certainly not an actor in any of these stories, but merely an auto-didact reciting the courage of soldiers long dead, the fear of cowards forsaken, the greed that murders faith, the light of hope daring against the darkness of despair.

(Legally speaking, all intellectual rights previously reserved by Games Workshop and appropriate entities shall be honored but all stories shall be written by Charles Williamson (The Scribe), unless otherwise noted.  The Scribe can be reached at ordoscrivener AT gmail DOT com.)