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The Eternity Stair The True Liar Monolith The Skull of the First The Ey Daemonium Moont The Butcher's The Ruins the Dead King THE BLOOD The Slayer GODS DOMAIN The BrassForge REALM OF THE Island of Halls Endless Gore SORCERER Forge of the Eight WastesThe Eyric of the Watcher ThigThe Hunting Fields Rampart he Trec of Souls The Found of Rage The l The Black Pit Citadel of the Iroo FORCE OF SOULS The Crystal Labyrinth The B The Vale of The Obsidian Slaanesh Mar Fortress Bastion The Ninth Grove of 4 Maiden The Six Scduction The Bridge of Fools Th The Seven ree THE DARK PRINCE'S Plague Lord n Reaches REALM The Garden of LAND OFTHE PLAGUELORD Sump amird Blight The Ossified Hill The Driftng The Eternal Swa Island of Lepers Lair of the Thirteenth Lord The Septic Islc As 1 walbed through that yeat and maddened landoape I seught to recerd my journey. Oh, the hubris of mon whe tries to map the whimsy of the gedst Each time 1 furm Lair of the Maggot to this page, that which greets me is different to the previous viewing. Verily, it remains unchanging whilst my oyes are upon it, but when 1 clese this heel, the continents shift ond flew, and the ndmarks dance upom the page, never coming te rest twice in the same place. Arnzipal's Isle Titan Graveyard Liber Malefic

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Space marine speed. 10 meters in 0.8 seconds. Sire, I beieve we should save them for-The human said nothing more. The front of his face came free with a sicky crack, the fesh and jagged bone crunching in the Night Lord's fist. Talos ignored the body as it toppled, spilling the insides of its halved skul onto the decking. No one had even seen him move, such was the prophet's speed, dearing ten metres and vaulting a console table in the time it took a human heart to beat once." Pg.93 VS Marines run 300 meters in 18 seconds (37.29mph/60.01kph) while dragging an injured brother behind them "He's sent the pulse, Nemiel told the squad. 'Brother Marthes, take point. Sergeant Kohl, help me with Brother Askelon. Let's move! The Astartes sprang into action, charging down the tunnel behind Marthes, who advanced with his meltagun held ready. Kohl and Nemiel brought up the rear, dragging the Imp form of Askelon between them. Three hundred metres down the tunnel, the passageway fed into a large, square structure that echoed the permaete blockhouse they'd entered at the manufactory. The plasteel rungs of another ladder cimbed upward, presumably into the foundry's assembly building. Sitting at its feet, just as Nemiel suspected, crouched a matte-black sentry gun. Armed with a turret-mounted twin-inked lascannon, the automated unit crouched on four stubby legs like a hungry spider waiting for prey. Nemiel could hear the hum of its power unit as they approached. Its twin guns were aimed straight down the tunnel at the approaching Astartes. A single shot would cut through their armour like tissue Nemiel consulted his internal chrono: they had just tweve seconds left. He looked to Kohl as they reached the bottom of the ladder." Pg.394 FA Space Marine reflexes. Can easily slap bolt rounds away The sorcerer stood at the edge of the marble disc, aiming a bolt pistol. He fired from almost point-blank range. Sabtah had no choice. He sapped the round away. His left hand exploded in a concentric swirl of blood and armour fragments. Pg.229 Blood Gorgons Marine sergeant easily carrying 2 other 800kg+ marines. "Kohl grabbed the Techmarne's arm and draped it over his shoulder, then took hold of Askelon's Waist with his left hand.、I could carry two of you without breaking a sweat," the sergeant growled. Pg.475 FA 2 Space Marines overpowering hundreds of men. 1 is capable of matching their strength standard itself jangled to the floor, and as Ishmael retracted his devastating talons, the butchered Excoriator folowed it. Kersh immediately felt the effect on the door as hundreds of the Blood God's servants lent their weight to an irresistible entrance. Scrabbing beneath the warpstream, Skase joined his corpus-captain on the door. Launching their armoured frames at the adamantium aloy with renewed fervour, the Excoriators sammed it closed, shearing off the twitching imbs of save-soldiers cawing their way through As Skase held the great door closed, Kersh hauled at the pinion mechanism that drove a heavy adamantium bar across the portal and into the wall." Pg.717 LotD Marines can choose to ignore pain, losing a limb is an inconvenience. Heals within seconds. The atercation that ensued was brief and savage; the exchange of bolter shells on both sides ultimately resulting in the bloody, violent deaths of all four of the Red Corsairs and one of the Siver Skulls. The remaining battle-brother paid a price for the brief victory, too. His armour was pitted with craters and smoke curled from the muzzle of his bolter where it lay, still held by the bloody ruin of his hand. There was no real pain, merely a faint sense of annoyance at the inconvenience the temporary loss of the appendage would cause. A mangled scrap of flesh and ceramite was all that remained at the end of his arm. With cool, cinical detachment, the young warrior drew his chainblade and completed the job The Larraman cells in his bloodstream had already formed a rapidly-closing seal over the wound, and he simply switched to his bolt pistol before joining his brothers in the next car. Pg.198 GR Marine armor can withstand multiple 1.00 caliber (25.4mm) high explosive armor piercing rounds Kohl and Ephrial exchanged fire with them, dropping several with well-aimed shots. A burst of heavy bolter fire answered them, stitching the two Astartes with a stream of shells. Both warriors staggered beneath the hits, but their armour turned aside the blows." Pg.411 FA From the same novel. Heavy bolter destroying an APC. "Brother Vardus opened fire a second later, raking the rear Testudo with an extended burst of heavy bolter fire. The mass-reactive rounds exploded against the APC's armoured hide and gouged craters in its solid tyres. Here and there the rounds found a seam in the Pg.165 FA armour plates and penetrated into the APC, wreaking bloody havoc on the men crammed within. The Testudo lurched to a stop, smoke pouring from the holes punched in its side." Marine survives fall of several kilometers with minor injuries. wakefulness. His cheek was wet, and he could feel fluid pooing. Rafen blinked, scanning the visble glyphs across the line of his field of vision. His helmet had been damaged, along with some of the actuators in his legs, but the cowl of ceramite and steel that surrounded him had taken the brunt of the crash. He took stock of himself, feeing for injuries. Some minor breaks in his bones, contusions and the lke, things that would have been deady to a common human but little more than an iritant to a Space Marine. Pg.223 H&B 16-Redeemed Rafen took a step and then halted, looking up. Wreaths of smoke and wedges of debris made it hard to see far up the ascent shaft, but he estimated that they must have fallen several kiometres before collding with the end of the passage. Pg.223 H&B 16-Redeemed Marines can hear heartbeats "She knows you lie. You hear her heartbeat, as I do. She is terrified, and she knows you are lying to her Pg.419 TFH Lone Space Marine fighting orks every day for 15 years. Priad of Damocles, of the Iron Snakes of Ithaka, has been here for fifteen years. To the human mind, that is a great chunk of a Ifetime. To an Imperial Guardsman, that would be a long and heartless tour in hel. To Priad, it is an undertaking, a period of occupation, a duty. Onerous, perhaps, grueling even, but in the end just another mission notch on his service history, just another action to while away a life that wilbe functionally immortal if violent death does not claim him. Not long. Fifteen years. Entirely reasonable. For a moment, Priad had been concerned that it might be a significant length of time. Great Petrok's two centuries spent holding Ankylos might have become tedious by the end. Steelmen are less entertaining to hunt than Greenskins. Pgs.3-4 Kil Hill Regular Bolter rounds blowing humans apart. "I saw one of the red-coated figures bu仗as a bolt from Aeska's gun struck him." Pg.646 PB With a smal movement, the warrior raised the barrel of his bolter and shot the Governor at point-blank range, blasting his body apart. Pg.600 Nemesis A heavy thunderclap shot rang out, and the bolter blew a divot of brick from the third floor. A body, traiing threads of blood, came spiraling out with it, killed instantly by the proximity of the impact. Pg.620 N Space Marine watching supersonic bolter rounds in bullet time. Gabriel squeezed a couple of shels out of his bolter and watched the Ittle contrails that poured out behind them, as though in slow motion. They spun through the thick, gaseous air and then sipped through a gap in the lava flow, punching into the kaleidoscope of reflections beyond." Pg.258 Dawn of War Omnbus Marine effortlessly lifting a supply truck hauling 2 dozen refugees. Did you see what that imbecle has done? he snapped. "I did indeed, Mister van Gelder, and ifyou'll just bear with us, well get you on your way as soon as we can find some planks to put under the back wheels of this track and get it out of the mud. I want that wretched driver's name so that I can be properly compensated upon my return to Tarsis Ultra." "I assure you that I shall attend to the matter, sir," soothed Satria. "Now, if you'll just return to the lovely heated interior of your limousine, well soon have you out of the city." Before van Gelder could reply, a groan of metal sounded from behind the major. Satria turned to see Sergeant Learchus effortlessly lifting the back end of the fully laden truck from the sucking mud and push it forwards to more solid ground. The sergeant dropped the truck to the road and almost immedately it sped off to the spaceport. Satria had heard of the great strength of Space Marines, but had thought that most were overblown exaggerations. Now he knew better Pg. 196 Warriors of Ultramar Bolt pistol will break your arm if you try to shoot it. "He towered over the seven dangerous men, making them ook smal n companson·Crossed bandolers of knives made an man to fire without losing his arm to recoil. Pg.153 OD on his chest, and a tno of jang ng meat hooks hung rom his belt next to a holster containing a wide pistol that was surely too heavy for any normal Bonus laughs. Affirmative, replied Daellon and Telemenus together. The two of them opened fire, synchronising bursts between them. Brickwork turned to dust as Telemenus pounded the huts from outside while Daellon let fly through interior walls. A few sparks of las-bolts from a window two dozen metres ahead drew the attention of Telemenus. He returned fre, punching half a dozen bolts through the wall. Some kind of sub-level here, reported Daeon. "Descending. Wait!' yeled Telemenus, but his warning came too late. The audio pick-ups brought the sound of splintering woods and crumbling ferrocrete folowed by an almighty crash. Daellon cursed without pause over the vox. Report," barked Arbalan. Brother Daellon misjudged the load bearing of some internal stairs, brother-sergeant,' said Telemenus, trying not to laugh. For once he was glad somebody else was attracting the negative scrutiny. There was a chuckle from Cadmael and a sigh from Arbalan. Daelon, can you climb out?' asked the sergeant. Negative, a three metre drop at least. The floor will not hold my weight to pull myself up. No threats detected, Telemenus added, his auspex sensors encompassing the long row of huts. Understood,' said Arbalan. He sounded impatient. "Daellon, remain in place, I will signal for an armoury extraction team. Telemenus, rejoin the squad.
Space marine speed. 10 meters in 0.8 seconds. Sire, I beieve we should save them for-The human said nothing more. The front of his face came free with a sicky crack, the fesh and jagged bone crunching in the Night Lord's fist. Talos ignored the body as it toppled, spilling the insides of its halved skul onto the decking. No one had even seen him move, such was the prophet's speed, dearing ten metres and vaulting a console table in the time it took a human heart to beat once." Pg.93 VS Marines run 300 meters in 18 seconds (37.29mph/60.01kph) while dragging an injured brother behind them "He's sent the pulse, Nemiel told the squad. 'Brother Marthes, take point. Sergeant Kohl, help me with Brother Askelon. Let's move! The Astartes sprang into action, charging down the tunnel behind Marthes, who advanced with his meltagun held ready. Kohl and Nemiel brought up the rear, dragging the Imp form of Askelon between them. Three hundred metres down the tunnel, the passageway fed into a large, square structure that echoed the permaete blockhouse they'd entered at the manufactory. The plasteel rungs of another ladder cimbed upward, presumably into the foundry's assembly building. Sitting at its feet, just as Nemiel suspected, crouched a matte-black sentry gun. Armed with a turret-mounted twin-inked lascannon, the automated unit crouched on four stubby legs like a hungry spider waiting for prey. Nemiel could hear the hum of its power unit as they approached. Its twin guns were aimed straight down the tunnel at the approaching Astartes. A single shot would cut through their armour like tissue Nemiel consulted his internal chrono: they had just tweve seconds left. He looked to Kohl as they reached the bottom of the ladder." Pg.394 FA Space Marine reflexes. Can easily slap bolt rounds away The sorcerer stood at the edge of the marble disc, aiming a bolt pistol. He fired from almost point-blank range. Sabtah had no choice. He sapped the round away. His left hand exploded in a concentric swirl of blood and armour fragments. Pg.229 Blood Gorgons Marine sergeant easily carrying 2 other 800kg+ marines. "Kohl grabbed the Techmarne's arm and draped it over his shoulder, then took hold of Askelon's Waist with his left hand.、I could carry two of you without breaking a sweat," the sergeant growled. Pg.475 FA 2 Space Marines overpowering hundreds of men. 1 is capable of matching their strength standard itself jangled to the floor, and as Ishmael retracted his devastating talons, the butchered Excoriator folowed it. Kersh immediately felt the effect on the door as hundreds of the Blood God's servants lent their weight to an irresistible entrance. Scrabbing beneath the warpstream, Skase joined his corpus-captain on the door. Launching their armoured frames at the adamantium aloy with renewed fervour, the Excoriators sammed it closed, shearing off the twitching imbs of save-soldiers cawing their way through As Skase held the great door closed, Kersh hauled at the pinion mechanism that drove a heavy adamantium bar across the portal and into the wall." Pg.717 LotD Marines can choose to ignore pain, losing a limb is an inconvenience. Heals within seconds. The atercation that ensued was brief and savage; the exchange of bolter shells on both sides ultimately resulting in the bloody, violent deaths of all four of the Red Corsairs and one of the Siver Skulls. The remaining battle-brother paid a price for the brief victory, too. His armour was pitted with craters and smoke curled from the muzzle of his bolter where it lay, still held by the bloody ruin of his hand. There was no real pain, merely a faint sense of annoyance at the inconvenience the temporary loss of the appendage would cause. A mangled scrap of flesh and ceramite was all that remained at the end of his arm. With cool, cinical detachment, the young warrior drew his chainblade and completed the job The Larraman cells in his bloodstream had already formed a rapidly-closing seal over the wound, and he simply switched to his bolt pistol before joining his brothers in the next car. Pg.198 GR Marine armor can withstand multiple 1.00 caliber (25.4mm) high explosive armor piercing rounds Kohl and Ephrial exchanged fire with them, dropping several with well-aimed shots. A burst of heavy bolter fire answered them, stitching the two Astartes with a stream of shells. Both warriors staggered beneath the hits, but their armour turned aside the blows." Pg.411 FA From the same novel. Heavy bolter destroying an APC. "Brother Vardus opened fire a second later, raking the rear Testudo with an extended burst of heavy bolter fire. The mass-reactive rounds exploded against the APC's armoured hide and gouged craters in its solid tyres. Here and there the rounds found a seam in the Pg.165 FA armour plates and penetrated into the APC, wreaking bloody havoc on the men crammed within. The Testudo lurched to a stop, smoke pouring from the holes punched in its side." Marine survives fall of several kilometers with minor injuries. wakefulness. His cheek was wet, and he could feel fluid pooing. Rafen blinked, scanning the visble glyphs across the line of his field of vision. His helmet had been damaged, along with some of the actuators in his legs, but the cowl of ceramite and steel that surrounded him had taken the brunt of the crash. He took stock of himself, feeing for injuries. Some minor breaks in his bones, contusions and the lke, things that would have been deady to a common human but little more than an iritant to a Space Marine. Pg.223 H&B 16-Redeemed Rafen took a step and then halted, looking up. Wreaths of smoke and wedges of debris made it hard to see far up the ascent shaft, but he estimated that they must have fallen several kiometres before collding with the end of the passage. Pg.223 H&B 16-Redeemed Marines can hear heartbeats "She knows you lie. You hear her heartbeat, as I do. She is terrified, and she knows you are lying to her Pg.419 TFH Lone Space Marine fighting orks every day for 15 years. Priad of Damocles, of the Iron Snakes of Ithaka, has been here for fifteen years. To the human mind, that is a great chunk of a Ifetime. To an Imperial Guardsman, that would be a long and heartless tour in hel. To Priad, it is an undertaking, a period of occupation, a duty. Onerous, perhaps, grueling even, but in the end just another mission notch on his service history, just another action to while away a life that wilbe functionally immortal if violent death does not claim him. Not long. Fifteen years. Entirely reasonable. For a moment, Priad had been concerned that it might be a significant length of time. Great Petrok's two centuries spent holding Ankylos might have become tedious by the end. Steelmen are less entertaining to hunt than Greenskins. Pgs.3-4 Kil Hill Regular Bolter rounds blowing humans apart. "I saw one of the red-coated figures bu仗as a bolt from Aeska's gun struck him." Pg.646 PB With a smal movement, the warrior raised the barrel of his bolter and shot the Governor at point-blank range, blasting his body apart. Pg.600 Nemesis A heavy thunderclap shot rang out, and the bolter blew a divot of brick from the third floor. A body, traiing threads of blood, came spiraling out with it, killed instantly by the proximity of the impact. Pg.620 N Space Marine watching supersonic bolter rounds in bullet time. Gabriel squeezed a couple of shels out of his bolter and watched the Ittle contrails that poured out behind them, as though in slow motion. They spun through the thick, gaseous air and then sipped through a gap in the lava flow, punching into the kaleidoscope of reflections beyond." Pg.258 Dawn of War Omnbus Marine effortlessly lifting a supply truck hauling 2 dozen refugees. Did you see what that imbecle has done? he snapped. "I did indeed, Mister van Gelder, and ifyou'll just bear with us, well get you on your way as soon as we can find some planks to put under the back wheels of this track and get it out of the mud. I want that wretched driver's name so that I can be properly compensated upon my return to Tarsis Ultra." "I assure you that I shall attend to the matter, sir," soothed Satria. "Now, if you'll just return to the lovely heated interior of your limousine, well soon have you out of the city." Before van Gelder could reply, a groan of metal sounded from behind the major. Satria turned to see Sergeant Learchus effortlessly lifting the back end of the fully laden truck from the sucking mud and push it forwards to more solid ground. The sergeant dropped the truck to the road and almost immedately it sped off to the spaceport. Satria had heard of the great strength of Space Marines, but had thought that most were overblown exaggerations. Now he knew better Pg. 196 Warriors of Ultramar Bolt pistol will break your arm if you try to shoot it. "He towered over the seven dangerous men, making them ook smal n companson·Crossed bandolers of knives made an man to fire without losing his arm to recoil. Pg.153 OD on his chest, and a tno of jang ng meat hooks hung rom his belt next to a holster containing a wide pistol that was surely too heavy for any normal Bonus laughs. Affirmative, replied Daellon and Telemenus together. The two of them opened fire, synchronising bursts between them. Brickwork turned to dust as Telemenus pounded the huts from outside while Daellon let fly through interior walls. A few sparks of las-bolts from a window two dozen metres ahead drew the attention of Telemenus. He returned fre, punching half a dozen bolts through the wall. Some kind of sub-level here, reported Daeon. "Descending. Wait!' yeled Telemenus, but his warning came too late. The audio pick-ups brought the sound of splintering woods and crumbling ferrocrete folowed by an almighty crash. Daellon cursed without pause over the vox. Report," barked Arbalan. Brother Daellon misjudged the load bearing of some internal stairs, brother-sergeant,' said Telemenus, trying not to laugh. For once he was glad somebody else was attracting the negative scrutiny. There was a chuckle from Cadmael and a sigh from Arbalan. Daelon, can you climb out?' asked the sergeant. Negative, a three metre drop at least. The floor will not hold my weight to pull myself up. No threats detected, Telemenus added, his auspex sensors encompassing the long row of huts. Understood,' said Arbalan. He sounded impatient. "Daellon, remain in place, I will signal for an armoury extraction team. Telemenus, rejoin the squad.

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