{"id":34,"date":"2026-03-16T12:17:53","date_gmt":"2026-03-16T12:17:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/loreaccurate.com\/?p=34"},"modified":"2026-04-03T00:44:34","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T00:44:34","slug":"you-think-you-can-steal-from-us-and-just-walk-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loreaccurate.com\/?p=34","title":{"rendered":"You think you can steal from us and just walk away?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"626\" height=\"457\" src=\"https:\/\/loreaccurate.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-35\" srcset=\"https:\/\/loreaccurate.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2.png 626w, https:\/\/loreaccurate.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2-300x219.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 626px) 100vw, 626px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\"><em>Art by unknown, because GW doesn&#8217;t fucking credit people<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Warden of the Void stood, waiting, on the far side of his commander\u2019s arming chamber. Veyran had sent the serfs away, which the Warden considered wise \u2013 the commander was thoughtful, and famously even-tempered, but the Warden knew that he was a handsbreadth from his composure cracking, and good serfs were hard to find.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He considered his words carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHave you\u2026\u201d he began. Any number of possible approaches ran through his mind, none of them particularly good. He went back over the whole list again, discarded all of them and decided to simply speak his mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He said, \u201chave you thought about perhaps winning a battle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Veyran was already roaring. \u201cBy the Primarchs, I will \u2013 \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBecause our current strategy of not winning is starting to affect our operational readiness,\u201d the Warden went on as though his commander\u2019s voice were not already shaking the viewports. \u201cIf nothing else we do not possess an unlimited supply of bolt shells. Or ceramite. Or legionaries.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The commander\u2019s voice dropped to a growl. \u201cI should have killed you on Memnax.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhen that exocrine was about to devour you on Curzell VI,\u201d Veyran had pulled off his helmet and slammed it on the arming mannequin beside him. He started working off the seals on his gauntlets. \u201cThink where we\u2019d be now if I\u2019d let it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019d have been eaten by an exocrine,\u201d the Warden said. \u201cAnd if reports are to be believed, you still would have been knocked unconscious by a commissar with a power fist.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Veyran dropped his left gauntlet onto the deck. \u201cI was <em>on fire.<\/em>\u201d Ripping open the last latch on his right forearm, he flung the armored glove across the room, where it smashed into a rack of power axes. \u201cThe Oathforged were already a pile of smoking corpses by then, and they are not exactly easy to replace. And now you \u2013 \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cKallor.\u201d The Warden found his commander\u2019s gaze, held it a moment, and squinted. \u201cWhat happened down there?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They both stood there, glaring at each other. Three heartbeats later Veyran gave a short sigh and started pulling his pauldrons off his shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he said. \u201cField artillery. An entire squad of Chosen incinerated by <em>mortal field artillery.<\/em>\u201d He yanked off his left pauldron and dropped it to the deck. \u201cIt beggars belief.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Warden began the thought he had prepared before he arrived. Veyran needed to hear this. \u201cHave you considered \u2013 \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI will butcher you wi \u2013 \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He held up a hand. \u201cListen to me. Take a breath and listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They waited. Finally, Kallor Veyran took a deep breath. \u201cSay your piece.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now it was the Warden\u2019s turn for a deep inhalation. \u201cHave you considered that treating the gods as playthings may not have been a good idea?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Veyran\u2019s hand dropped from his shoulder and his gaze fixed at some point beyond the viewports, deep in the void. \u201cYou think I angered them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe angered them,\u201d the Warden said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt was my decision.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Warden snorted. \u201cI am Alpharius as much as you are.\u201d He snorted again. \u201cWe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Veyran turned back to the stars and the Warden took this as an invitation to go on. \u201cKhorne cares not how many times you annihilated the Blood Legions he sent you. And Nurgle never seemed interested in us at all. But a number of men feigned service to She Who Thirsts, which was a poor choice for placing false oaths. And Tzeentch\u2026\u201d He sighed and leaned on the bulkhead a little. \u201cThe soul grinder. How many times did you fling that monstrosity into the enemy guns with no support? How many times did it return to the Crystal Labyrinth a smoking, shredded wreck? Did you see, after the mortals ripped off its iron claw, the new one Tzeentch gave it? It must have been forged in a star.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cThat thing was one of Tzeentch\u2019s favorites and you repeatedly sent it to a gruesome death.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His commander did not turn around. \u201cEarning the ire of the Changer of Ways would explain a great deal of what has happened since this campaign resumed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt would,\u201d the Warden said. \u201cIt is the only rational explanation I can think of. And it isn\u2019t that rational.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Veyran thought for another dozen heartbeats, then finally turned to face him. \u201cYou think we should recall Calchas ahead of schedule.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Warden inwardly thanked the Primarchs that Veyran had grasped his point so quickly. \u201cAt the very least he might offer us some protection from Tzeentch\u2019s whims.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe won\u2019t like it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Warden made a spitting noise. \u201cIn ten thousand years have you known him to like anything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Veyran\u2019s face dropped sharply on the left side in an ugly half-frown. <em>I have not.<\/em> \u201cSend the recall signal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd when he ignores it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe trace the return and go get him,\u201d Veyran said. \u201cHe\u2019s been with them long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Warden chuckled quietly. \u201cI\u2019ll be sure our brooms are sharpened.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Art by unknown, because GW doesn&#8217;t fucking credit people The Warden of the Void stood, waiting, on the far side of his commander\u2019s arming chamber. 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