Deathwing

William King

Deathwing

Chapter I

Cloud Ru

Cloud Ru

"The Dark Angels are your people now." said Lame Bear in his soft voice. 'If necessary we will avenge this dishonour" Cloud Ru

Two Heads Talking studied the desiccated bodies within the lodge. One had been an old warrior. His shrivelled hand still clutched a stone axe inscribed with the thunderbird rune. The other had been a squaw. Between her skeletal fingers was the neck of an infant. "She strangled the child rather than let her fall into the hands of the enemy." said Bloody Moon. The Librarian noticed the undercurrent of horror in the Marine's voice. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the musty stench that filled the long house.

"Something evil happened here, but it happened decades ago," Two Heads Talking replied seeking to relieve Bloody Moon's superstitious fear. He wanted time to consider, to probe the events of the past. The aura of old terror almost smothered him. Shadows lay over this lodge. Something was ominously familiar about the psychic aura of the area.

"Lord Shaman... " said Bloody Moon. The Librarian almost smiled, the habits of the; ancient former lives had returned in strength now that they once more walked the soil of their homeworld. "Brother Librarian is my title, Bloody Moon. You are no longer my honour guard. We are both Marines." "Lord - Brother Shaman," Bloody Moon continued. "No warriors of the Plains would have wrought such havoc. Do you think…?"

"We shall have to investigate, old friend. We must visit the other lodgetowns and speak with their chieftains. If