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8/6/2025, 3:35:22 PM
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People often forget Orks can be Dark Eldar-tier evil too, they use humans as chemically bloated cattle to be eaten and skinned
From the Beast Arises triology, in a Black Templar perspective:
>There was a piston shock, flesh punctured, a breathless gasp.
>The Apothecary’s narthecium punched a sampler into the nearest captive’s jugular. The man moaned piteously, legs wobbling, but the press of filthy bodies held him steady.
>Zerberyn hovered his helm light over the man’s gasping mouth, his curiosity piqued by something he had seen there. As well as having no hair, the man also had no teeth and, now he checked, no fingernails: nothing with which he could conceivably do harm to himself or another. A rare and unsettling cocktail of pity and disgust settled in his gut like one of Reoch’s analgesic slimes. His roving beam paused on the face of a woman who opened her mouth placidly as though conditioned to associate light with water or food. There was something branded onto her cheek. Zerberyn moved closer. She remained as she was, mouth wide and waiting, even as Zerberyn enclosed her head in his gauntlet and turned it gently to the side.
>The brand was that of a snake.
>The man under Mendel Reoch’s ministration gave one last grunt as the Apothecary’s narthecium retracted.
>‘There are dangerously high levels of synthetic growth enhancers, testosterone, and other steroids in his blood. I would need to return him to Dantalion’s apothecarion for more thorough investigations.’
People often forget Orks can be Dark Eldar-tier evil too, they use humans as chemically bloated cattle to be eaten and skinned
From the Beast Arises triology, in a Black Templar perspective:
>There was a piston shock, flesh punctured, a breathless gasp.
>The Apothecary’s narthecium punched a sampler into the nearest captive’s jugular. The man moaned piteously, legs wobbling, but the press of filthy bodies held him steady.
>Zerberyn hovered his helm light over the man’s gasping mouth, his curiosity piqued by something he had seen there. As well as having no hair, the man also had no teeth and, now he checked, no fingernails: nothing with which he could conceivably do harm to himself or another. A rare and unsettling cocktail of pity and disgust settled in his gut like one of Reoch’s analgesic slimes. His roving beam paused on the face of a woman who opened her mouth placidly as though conditioned to associate light with water or food. There was something branded onto her cheek. Zerberyn moved closer. She remained as she was, mouth wide and waiting, even as Zerberyn enclosed her head in his gauntlet and turned it gently to the side.
>The brand was that of a snake.
>The man under Mendel Reoch’s ministration gave one last grunt as the Apothecary’s narthecium retracted.
>‘There are dangerously high levels of synthetic growth enhancers, testosterone, and other steroids in his blood. I would need to return him to Dantalion’s apothecarion for more thorough investigations.’
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