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| Inquisitor Absolvus
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I will never forget what I saw at Obsidian Station. The bones of five thousand brave men lay scattered about the winding corridors. Their blood was slick upon the walls and floors of the dormitories. Their innards were hung from control panels like grotesque decorations of some insane celebration. But not a single skull was to be found; taken as sick trophies by these despicable attackers.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 11
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| Ahzek Ahriman Arch-sorcerer of the Thousand Suns
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Though his aptitude for murder is legendary, my interest in Drazhar lies elsewhere. None of the Drukhari whose minds I have seen know what he is or where he came from. But they do fear him, and rightly so. I suspect even the mighty Vect questions what this silent executioner is capable of. Could it be true that he is but dust encased in armour, like my own accursed brothers – and if so, is there a way that I can bend him to my will? I must be patient in this regard, but time will tell.’
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition)
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| Aierulian, On the Hidden
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The Dark City feeds, rotting in the ether like an immeasurably vast and evil parasite with its barbed jaws buried in the soft belly of the material dimension. Black, vampiric, devoid of all warmth, it saps the vital juices of the galaxy and casts out only hatred and fear in return.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (5th Edition), pg. 95
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| Lord Akhara'Keth, Archon of the Kabal of the Bloodied Claw
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Centuries of rule have only intensified the yawning void within my soul. Know that your suffering serves a greater purpose - the glory of the Bloodied Claw.
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Wrath & Glory - Aeldari - Inheritance of Embers, pg. 43
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| Akhirion, Incubus of the Shrine of the Coiled Blade
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Without the kill, we are nothing; so says the Dark Father.
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Wrath & Glory - Aeldari - Inheritance of Embers, pg. 40
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| Akkhar the Cruel, Beastmaster
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I like your dog, Fenrisian. Once I have broken its will, I'll feed it your flesh as a treat.
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Wrath & Glory - Aeldari - Inheritance of Embers, pg. 39
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| Craftworld Iyanden Spiritseer Iyanna Arienal
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The scions of the Dark City would never admit that the unceasing hunger at their core is what drives them to such heights of cruelty. Instead, they maintain that they act only upon their own desires. Some have even managed to convince themselves of this. In truth, unless our cousins in the webway feed upon a constant diet of extreme emotion they will slowly wither away, leaving naught but a soulless husk. We of the craftworlds deny all such urges, and in doing so become less than ourselves. Perhaps it is those that we left to perish are the lucky ones.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition) pg. 94
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| Durabeli Arlehk, Warrior of the Kabal of the Bloodied Claw
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Make war with me, and you make war with my Kabal. Consider your next move very carefully, Corsair. The ramifications could be... excruciating.
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Wrath & Glory - Aeldari - Inheritance of Embers, pg. 36
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| Dariaq Bladetongue of the Pierced Eye
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Why do we ride atop these elegant craft? The better to hear the screams of our prey as we ride them down, to savour the fear etched on their faces, to taste the tantalising tang of their blood in the air as an appetiser before the feast. But most of all we ride them so that the slaughter may begin as soon as possible.
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Warhammer 40,000 5th Edition Rulebook, pg. 70
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| Oelle Blackwinter, Primaris Psyker
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They have come for your souls, I've seen it. They've come to feed on your souls...
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 60
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| Succubus Reethia Bleek
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Cower behind your barricades if you wish. Huddle there inside your bunkers like penned animals awaiting the slaughter. I stand proudly, here on the stage of battle, and I welcome all challengers. Do you hear through your thick walls the sounds of your dying comrades? Their pained wails are a thing of beauty, and will accompany me when I leave this place. But first, I want the heads of every last shas’ui. Give them to me, or I will come and take them.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 90
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| Dracon Borkor
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Eyes without life, maggot-ridden corpses, mountains of skulls. These are some of my favourite things.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 48
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| Kaelith, Helliarch of the Scythewing Gang
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I call Heads! Sever their ugly, stinking heads! The one with the red helmet is mine!
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition), pg. 26
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| Karnesh, Murder-lord of the Cult of the Screaming Soul
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Clad in dusk and robed in darkness we strike, our coming the terror of our foes.
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Strategy Cards for Planetary Empires expansion game, card Night Fight - Minor Stratagem", (saved archive page, dated February 2011, last accessed 6 October 2015)
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| Archon Xurul ka'Teren of the Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue
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We are everywhere and nowhere. We speak only incontrovertible truths and are compulsive liars. We have a hand in all Commorragh's deeds but play no part. We know everything yet plead ignorance. We are the toxin in your wine, the thorn in your side and the mocking laughter in your ears, and yet we are the reliable warrior, the helping hand in times of need and the patient listener in those of woe.
We are the Poisoned Tongue... or are we?
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Codex: Drukhari (9th Edition), pg. 55
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| High Lord Khouron - Imperial Commander of Astherax
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Spawned in the darkest pits of the universe, the piratical Eldar are a curse upon all races of the galaxy. For untold thousands of years they have preyed upon us, stealing forth from the shadows and dark places on their raids of terror and violence; massacring or capturing all whose paths they cross. That they are utterly evil and inhuman is without question.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 50
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| Ybdriss Khael, Venom Steersman of the Kabal of the Flayed Skull.
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We are swift, and we are lethal. We are a poisoned dagger thrust into the heart of the foe. We are the hidden blade, the strike so sudden that the enemy falls before they ever know they are under attack.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition), pg. 87
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| Klaivex Khyrassos, the Brotherhood of the Void
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The blade that I wield is an extension of my self, as I am an extension of my blade. We both thirst for blood. We both seek only murder. Only in death do we find purpose in life.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition), pg. 97
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| Kraegeth of the Slaughtered Heart
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How typical that the humans should rely upon crude technology to protect them.
How fitting that we, the Dark Eldar should kill them where they feel safest.
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Apocalypse, pg. 169
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Captain Jefta Kull,
executed for cowardice
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These are not soldiers, nor warriors. This enemy is the act of murder given flesh, and they will not stop until terror is the only thing that lives.
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Only War: Enemies of the Imperium, pg. 77
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| Archon K'shaic of the Kabal of the Bladed Lotus
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You think to challenge me, pitiful human? I, the bane of empires. the father of pain? Let me educate you; I need a new pet...
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Codex: Dark Eldar (5th Edition), pg. 34
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| Archon Vraesque Malidrach of the Kabal of the Flayed Skull, Murderprince of the Poisoned Crown
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We are the masters of the shadowed sky. Not for us a grubbing crawl through the mud and filth of battle. Leave that to the lesser races. We shall only set foot upon the soil these vermin call home in order to place our bladed heels on their throats.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition), pg. 42
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| Morin, Sister of Lhilitu, to Lady Aileas
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Agony's Breath and Wrackbane would bring that creature down most quickly, Archon. Of course, if I know your tastes, a hasty death is hardly preferable.
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Only War: Enemies of the Imperium, pg. 82
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| Salaine Morn, Archon of the Shadowed Thorns Kabal
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I would rather kill on my feet, than die at my knees.
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FFG Teaser to the "Boundless Hate" - Warpack to the Warhammer 40,000 Conquest Card Game
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| Revenge is delicious, but it is best when seasoned with ambition.
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FFG Card "Shadowed Thorn Pillagers" from the "Boundless Hate" - Warpack to the Warhammer 40'000 Conquest Card Game
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Archon Morygis,
to a defiant captive
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Explain your meaning, slave, and in plainer words. My translator unit has clearly fouled on your primitive tongue, as it continues to incessantly repeat some nonsense phrase about a "fair fight", whatever that might be intended to mean.
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Only War: Enemies of the Imperium, pg 75
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| Urien Rakarth, Master Haemonculus
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Fetch me another plaything. This one seems to have broken.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 30
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| We learnt long ago that the inscrutable universe turns upon an axis of suffering, because pain is inevitable.
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Imperial Armour - Apocalypse, pg. 93
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| Pain is the only universal constant. Pain is all. It is the key to creation and destruction both. Thus does he who masters pain become a god.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition), pg. 38
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| I have long taken an interest in humans and their crude dabbling in fleshcraft. The Adeptus Astartes are powerful warriors, but their creators have always been too restricted in their vision. This Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, occludes his mind to so many possibilities, and as such will never achieve the perfection he seeks – the perfection that I define through the practise of my craft. If he wishes to learn from the master, let him come to me. I will gladly make room for him in my grandest oubliette.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 69
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| When I look upon the lesser races, I am filled with disgust. Left to their own devices, they lead lives that are pitifully brief and completely devoid of meaning. How many of their generations have passed by in my lifetime? The answer is beneath my attention. Yet with the correct application of my art, each of those wretched beings can be made to endure an eternity of suffering, and it is through their screams that they show me their value.
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Codex: Drukhari (9th Edition), pg. 108
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| Resputia the Razor, Wych of the Cult of the Red Grief
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The galaxy's battlefields provide almost as great a thrill as the arenas, but some adaptations are necessary. Without a proper audience, I must slice the eyelids off my victims so that I know they are witnessing the true extent of my skill. When I am finished, I must make do with the wet applause that comes from the flapping of their rent flesh.
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Codex: Drukhari (9th Edition) pg. 114
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| Lord Sarnak of the Kabal of the Black Heart
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Death? You want death? I'm afraid that would be far too boring.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (5th Edition), pg. 35
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| Lhamean Mesruel Savhaar
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Any poison can cause death, but the truly exceptional concoctions have effects that are far more enjoyable. My favourite creation was that which I administered to the traitor Dracon Vicshel Menx. It caused him to age rapidly and repeatedly, his flesh decaying to dust before reforming and growing again and again. His screaming cycle continues to this day in the antechamber of my master’s library.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 95
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| Shylas Sar'sel, on the assassination of Archon Yisserokh
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Yisserokh, I send you a message of two parts. The first are these words, written upon skin I flayed from your last incompetent assassin. The second is the generous level of saturated haemotoxins within said skin.
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Wrath & Glory - Aeldari - Inheritance of Embers, pg. 42
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| Edric Shiverhand, Slave-Elder of Gomor Sump
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You think that’s summer rain falling? Ha! It is the blood of those who crossed the Scourges, boy. You cannot see them, but your foolish kin adorn the spires and crenellations of High Commorragh like grisly fruit upon the bough. Up there they bleed out their last, moaning and helpless, impaled through and through. No! Do not look upward! Catch a Watcher’s eye and it will be your blood that rains down next...
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 48
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| Habias Shiverwing, Scourge of the Eyrie of Fears Awakened
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In the Dark City, there is no limit to the heights to which one can rise. Similarly, there is no limit to the depths of suffering one can be made to endure. I explain this to my employers, yet still some dare to cross me.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 102
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| Haemonculus Anasta Skaiene
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I've never grafted limbs this massive onto one of your kind before. I wonder if your spine can support the weight of the additional musculature? I have my doubts, but we shall soon find out conclusively. Feel free to express your discomfort as loudly as you find necessary.
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Only War: Enemies of the Imperium, pg. 86
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| Inquisitor Skorn
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Though the artifices of evil are many, a bolter round kills just as assuredly.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 34
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| Field Report from Sergeant Gerlaf Slerne of the Desoleum Oathsworn 433rd, following an Ur-Ghul attack
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We had their leader for sure. Our ambush was perfect. But even as our sniper was lining up the shot, that thing let up an awful howl and raced towards us. Maybe it heard us. Maybe it smelled us. It doesn't matter now. It was on us before we could react. The leader didn't even bother to follow it. Just sat back and laughed as it tore us apart.
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Only War: Enemies of the Imperium, pg. 81
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| Lord Sussarkh
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Never had so much blood drenched the arena. How could this be followed? The crowd cried out for more. There could be no end to the spectacle now. Then Lelith herself strode into the arena. The crowd hushed at the very sight of her beauty and elegance. Her flesh bared as if to taunt the blade to draw her blood. Her hair loose as if to tempt her adversary to grip it and to strike the death blow. This was the way she liked to perform: so calm, so confident, so cold. The crowd gasped as she brandished her chosen weapons: a flashing of ice-cold silver, the kiss of death. Then the aliens were released into the ring. Not one, nor two, but ten assailants at once. Lelith danced with them, gifting each with a single choice wound. The crowded roared their approval, the entertainment would last long into the bloody evening!
- recollections of Lelith, Mistress of Death
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 39
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| Haemogarch Vanthis, Necromaester of The Dark Creed
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A blade to the chest? How pedestrian. We left behind such base concepts long ago, dear heart. Let me introduce you to a far more interesting demise...
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 36
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| Haemonculus Vaeghex of the Coven of the Thirteen Scars
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Kill them, my children, but make it slow...
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Codex: Dark Eldar (7th Edition), pg. 37
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| Ologoth Veeque, Beastmaster of the Cult of the Seventh Woe
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Faster, you worthless curs! Chase them down! Slice at their heels. Rip their ligaments. Pull their bones through their flesh and crack their joints between your teeth. Make them suffer, or by Vect you will suffer tenfold at the end of my lash. But sate not your hunger yet, my pretties, for their meat has a purpose other than to fill your slavering maws. You will taste them again soon in the arena.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 98
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| Veryusess, Incubus of the Shrine of Cursed Night
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The Archon with whom I am in covenant pays me to kill her enemies. Before her, there were others who paid me to kill their enemies. After, there will be others still, and I will kill their enemies also, for as long as I am paid I do not betray those who pay me – but when a covenant is concluded, I go wherever Khaine wills.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 97
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| Vivithrax the Helliarch
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Woe betide you, Bithandrel, for it seems your reign as Helliarch has come to an end. Do you remember when we were but pups, how you would strike me down? I do, Bithandrel; I remember it vividly. I can still feel the keen caress of your bladed nails being drawn across my face while you laughed and jeered. Oh, what fun that must have been. But I have your hand now Bithandrel, and with my next swing I will have your head.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 66
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| Asdrubael Vect, Supreme Lord of Commoragh and Archon the Kabal of the Black Heart
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Death is my meat; terror my wine.
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Codex: Dark Eldar (3rd Edition), pg. 31
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| It is true there has never been one like her before, and by her blades Lelith will ensure no other Drukhari will ever attain more admiration than she within the arena. Yet she has sided with Yvraine – that prophetess of a false god – and in doing so has committed her Cult to a dangerous course. But I have planned for this eventuality. It has always been Lelith’s way to seek the path most challenging, and as much as she vexes me, I find the Queen of Knives a useful subject. Let her follow the Emissary. It suits me for now.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 63
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| Some of you thought me dead. Some of you even willed it, and you gathered here in the Nhexus to offer feigned respect. But now you see plainly that my will cannot be undone, my favour cannot be regained and my wrath cannot be tempered. Whether you are loyal or a traitor, you will be slaughtered, for it is only right that my ascension be celebrated with sacrifice. And if I deign to have you resurrected, know that you will serve me by your deeds or by your suffering.
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Codex: Drukhari (8th Edition), pg. 86
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| BEG FOR MERCY! Not that it will do you any good.
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Dawn of War: Soulstorm
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| Archon Khorzzh Vhrex, Kabal of the Black Heart
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Screams, cries, howls and shrieks. What a symphony! What beauty! Every moan brings ecstacy. Every snivel enlivens the senses. More, my kin, make me more!
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Warhammer 40,000 9th Edition Rulebook, pg. 159
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