\ ie poy e The Vale Om Onenaccd TT CO RY ree RC Re eT sweet corruption. Its silence was not that of the grave, nor of ease at labours’ end, nor of peace after the storm. It was the malicious, plotting stillness of evil waiting to be done: the silence before a ‘moan or scream of pain and pleasure. And in that awful quiet the small shrieks of Slaanesh’s Daemons were swallowed and eT RR ne ey Pen Ne eee Rae OR eR a ee numbed by its pale softness and my ears by its endless quiet. 1 Cea ea ene provide variety and relief from the silence. L was saved from further weakness by a vile noise, carried on the perfumed and sickly breeze. Torn from the rocks and stones, there was a buzzing like a hundred angry swarms of bees. Before my eyes the land itself heaved and pulsed, and spat forth mewling, puking and misshapen creatures Lumpen and hideous, the monsters twisted and writhed in pleasure Pg ea ean ee ee ee ee RM PR ee Nd eR its fellows chortled and joked at its fate. The corpse sank slowly RD Ne Te OR Be ee Ba ee Oe ES the creatures. Av those eyes beheld me, I turned and fled, the fiends of Slaanesh’s Realin at my heels... a ee Re eee