R.I.P. Grandmaster Mordrak

Alas, poor Mordrak! I knew him, Huron; a fellow of infinite ghosts.

Of most precise deepstriking;

he hath borne me on his Geller Field a thousand times;

and now how abhorred in my imagination it it!

My army list rims at it.

Here hung that daemonhammer that I have kissed

I know not how oft.

Where be your spawning spectres now?

Your teleportation?

Your prayers?

Your firsts to the fray that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Not turn one now,

to mock your own revenge?

Quite codex-excluded?

- Lament to Mordrak, Cadian 512th, August 2014