The bell tolls for a new year. The bell tolls for the servants of nurgle. And it tolls for the innumerable subjects of the emperor. But deep in the under hive does no bell call. The passing of days months and years is unnoticed in the sun less world. A world where flickering florusent light is all that keeps the darkness away. And death at bay.”
//:The 28:th Scribe about hive citys.:\\
A new year and new travels through the imaterium waiting. This time we are trawling to the underhive and house Goliath.