The Hive-forges, dark places of smoke, ash and fire. Where work never stops. Even when the Machinegod trembles in its nightmares, the serfs of the Forge-clans brave the heat and the dark. Among the horrors that stalk them are the Forge Stalkers. Death-cult assassins that hunt by the dictates of the Clocktower and their own secret scriptures. Yet to the serfs that slave in this perpetual smoky gloom the slient shadows that are the Forge-stalkers are not a source of horror, but rather a promise of blessed release. For they hunt spawn aswell as man, and in the bowels of the Machinegod, there are fates worse than death.
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