WARHAMMER 40,000
NEW RULES & IDEAS

Know that you are now slaves of the Kabal of the Black Heart. I am Livan and it is my vocation to tell you my story that you better understand your new position.

I have lived here for more years than I can remember, yet I do not know if Commorragh is a city, a planet or a spacecraft. Once I was a slave in the great hall. For a minor infraction, I was sent to the dungeon of the Haemonculus Dra'B'Dath. They took my hand first; you see before you that they left the skin and muscle, but the bones adorn a slaver's keychain now. They took my eyes, and punctured my organs. Most of my skin was painstakingly removed and ointments and poisons applied to enflame the nerve-ends. I endured greater agony than I thought possible, and though I wished for death, I did not die. On the twentieth day, Dra'B'Dath entered my cell and spoke.

"Get out, amateurs! This slave has offended our patron and is deserving of real pain."