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994.M41 Vect’s Declaration
Asdrubael Vect looks upon the war-wracked galaxy and declares this to be an age of
plenty. The races of realspace are beset by woes, their civilisations battling a never-ending
tide of enemies, each more monstrous than the last. Vect orders his lieutenants to take
advantage of the galaxy’s worsening plight, to strike wherever the lesser races are spread
too thin and pillage unopposed. Slaves and riches flow into Commorragh in a tide, and the
Dark Eldar revel in their own unmatched might. However, all of this is but a distraction,
albeit on an unimaginably vast and complex scale. While Vect’s subjects glut themselves
upon the hapless peoples of the material dimension, their eyes are turned outward, away
from the dark deeds of their ruler.
996.M41 Danger Unseen
In the Undercore, the phenomena that beset Khaine’s Gate become ever more
pronounced. Many of the strange portal’s guards have been driven mad by the whispering
voices that now pervade the Gate chamber. Those who have not hacked each other apart
or taken their own lives have begun carving ‘Let us in’ into the walls of the chamber,
some scratching this unsettling mantra directly into their flesh. The air of the chamber
shimmers with half-glimpsed shapes, while Mandrakes and shaderavens gather in
increasing numbers in the tunnels around and about. Overlord Vect continues to suppress
knowledge of these phenomena with cruel efficiency, while quietly relocating ever more
of his own powerbase to hidden sub-realms behind multiple, well-guarded portals. A
number of Archons who had believed their Kabals out of favour are delighted when Vect
presents them with reconciliatory gifts of prime territory, ceded from the ownership of
the Kabal of the Black Heart and located directly above the Undercore.
998.M41 Rakarth’s Larder
Urien Rakarth recognises similarities between his kin’s frenzied reaving of realspace
and the blood-mad days that led up to the Fall. Ancient beyond mortal comprehension,
Rakarth still dimly recalls that apocalyptic event. His memories are enough to prompt
him to precautionary action – though Rakarth has no interest in the survival of either
realspace nor his own race, without the living resources that both provide his personal
quest for depravity would come to a crashing end. Thus the Haemonculus begins
stockpiling what he views as raw materials, leading raids to seize vast quantities of slaves
and dragging them back to the oubliettes in chains. As the scale of his raiding operations
increases, Rakarth enlists the aid of several powerful Covens, including the Black
Descent, the Coven of Twelve and the Prophets of Flesh. These monstrous cliques claim
new sub-realms within the webway and begin to fill them with countless ranks of stasispods
that fade away for miles into the gloom. Each contains a living being, stolen from
realspace in order to stock the vile larders of the Haemonculi against hard times to come.
924999.M41 Warpsurge
A mighty storm front rolls through Warp space, plucking at the edges of the labyrinth
dimension. Arterial passageways shudder uncontrollably while smaller, more damaged
offshoots tear or collapse altogether. Khaine’s Gate glows white hot for several moments,
and one of the mighty chains that bind it snaps with a sound like a thunderclap. At the
exact same moment, every single portal within the Dark City flickers out and then comes
back to life, plunging hundreds of thousands into limbo or tearing them apart in transit.
The Dark City is soon in uproar, and demands that Overlord Vect take action to prevent a
full blown Dysjunction become ever louder. Vect suspects the hand of Lady Malys in this
agitation, but his attempts to procure proof are foiled by troupes of Harlequins that
appear from nowhere to slay Vect’s agents or abduct his informants.
978999.M41 Stealing the Void
The Kabal of the Black Heart and the Wych Cult of Strife lead a massive raid against
the Imperial Navy moorings at Bakka. The attack causes immense destruction and leaves
a swathe of the Imperium open to further raids, yet this is merely a by-product of Vect’s
true purpose. While the bulk of the raiding forces are fully engaged with the Imperial
Navy, a small Dark Eldar force breaks away under the cover of advanced night shields.
Led by Vect himself, with Lelith Hesperax at his side, this force assails the Inquisitorial
stronghold concealed behind Bakka’s third moon. In the ensuing battle, the Black Heart
successfully kidnaps a handful of very specialist personnel. Aberrant anti-psychic
mutants, the very presence of these so-called Nulls deadens the tides of the Warp and is
anathema to the Daemons of Chaos. The Nulls are smuggled into the depths of the Dark
City, destined for grotesque machines arranged around the Undercore. Yet, though the
luckless mutants are moved with the greatest care and secrecy, Vect’s plan does not go
entirely unnoticed, for the eyes of Lady Malys are everywhere.
995999.M41 The Great Eye Opens
The Thirteenth Black Crusade surges from the Eye of Terror, armies flooding from
across the Imperium to oppose it. Kabalite raids descend upon realspace in their
thousands to take advantage of the mayhem, yet now battle is also joined in the Dark
City. Through arcane channels, Lady Malys has learned of the developing situation
around Khaine’s Gate. Fearing that Vect plans to intentionally trigger its opening and
drown his rivals in Daemons, the Archon of the Poisoned Tongue activates assets all
across the Dark City. Waves of empyric energy roll from the Eye of Terror to batter
Commorragh, collapsing sub-realms and breaching portals. Bands of Kabalites, Wyches
and Harlequins loyal to Malys or Vect engage in increasingly bitter skirmishes around the
Undercore, oblivious to the irony that both factions are fighting to achieve the same end.
Meanwhile, in a chamber filled with swirling madness, hairline cracks spread across
Khaine’s Gate, and the caged Nulls begin to scream...
