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In shortÖ thankyou foryour wild imagination.  \nIT IS THE 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Impcrium for whom a thousand souls arc sacrificed every day. so that he may never truly die.  \nYET EVEN IN his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon‐infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican. the psychic manifestation of the Emperor ʹs will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers arc the Adeptus  \nAstartes. the Space Marines, biocnginecred super‐warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever‐vigilant Inquisition and the tech‐ priests of the Adcptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they arc barely enough to hold off the ever‐present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants ‐ and worse.  \nTO BE A man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These arc the talcs of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.  \nLucien Soulban ´Desert Raidersª  \nPROLOGUE  \n'There was, there was notÖ  \nʹAll tales spoken from Tallarn fathers to their sons, and mothers to their daughters, begin in this fashion. It is a way of saying that, by the Emperorʹs will, this story may or may not be true. ʹ  \n‐ The Accounts of the Tallarn by Remembrancer Tremault  \n1  \nThere was, there was notÖ  \n2  \nTHE TRANSMISSION FELL like a carelessly discarded blade from the heavens, straight into his naked brain. The astropath's muscles seized into hard cords, and his teeth snapped down, cracking the enamel. His skeletal hands gripped the cradle's iron grasp-bars, cutting flesh with rust, and he bucked against the leather straps holding him fast. There wasn't enough time to mouth a litany of protection or to will a psychic bulwark into place against the buckshot rain of thoughts. From the heavens, tonight, fell death, and visions of history undone and ghosts unmade.  \nThe warning chimes rang and the lume-tubes in the alcove washed the psyker in an infernal red light. He saw none of it; heard none of it.  \nThe psychic images slowed and then accelerated. They toppled and turned his mind inside out. He didn't understand the visions, but they crucified his senses: faces he did not know, voices he'd never heard, yet each intimately familiar as a sort of deja vu. In his mind, flesh unravelled and skin was spooled like string; mothers grieved over the bloodstained sand and stabbed each other in their lunatic grief; the foul miasma of discharged bowels, ozone and cordite filled the nostrils; a moon in the sky with eyes for craters drowned the stars with its black tears; an eagle caught in tar, struggled and dissolved.  \nThe astropath screamed. He saw himself seeing himself seeing himself, ad infinitum, like two mirrors facing each other with him trapped in the middle, and within the infinite reflections. He saw himself dying between the razor-e","cbCailO3zngDaSld","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCailO3zngDaSld","pdf",1083014,78,"English","# Prologue\n## Mortis-cry and psychic transmission\n## Tech-acolyte response on Providence Watch","[{\"question\":\"What triggers the opening incident in the prologue?\",\"answer\":\"A psychic transmission falls directly into the astropath’s naked brain, causing immediate seizures and catastrophic visions.\"},{\"question\":\"Why does the tech-acolyte call it a mortis-cry?\",\"answer\":\"The signal is relayed through an observational array and judged as a deadly, nasty psychic event that cannot be fully processed by the cogitator banks.\"},{\"question\":\"What is the role of the tech-acolyte during the transmission crisis?\",\"answer\":\"He monitors the astropath’s vital status and coordinates filtering the vision through other astropaths to remove chaff and restore interpretability.\"}]","A WARHAMMER 40,000 NOVEL - DESERT RAIDERS - Lucien Soulban - Prologue | PDF",1789967365,120]