Tacitus' Den

Rock n' Role

01. No Luck, No Glory!

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The begining of Andymion's journey (and quite a hard start)!

Issue #1

Chronicles Inked with Blood

A Palimpsest Made of Daemon Skin.

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Issue #5

Bloody Bastard

Bastion BlackJack.

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Bloody Bastard

Mark of the Lion.

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Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. This clearly doesn’t look like a new beginning! As he fears, it, Hayden may be even closer to the end. At the very least, History is repeating itself. Future always seemed painted from the most darker shades of black to him anyway. There shouldn’t be anymore surprise by now. But the ceremony for his decoration sure looks like somekind of joke (and a bad one). Perhaps as much as the fact he’d been appointed captain of the Doomed Lords for the occasion. But even if he’d rather throw everything away and send all those parasites to hell, few mates are still counting on him. And for some reasons, he still feels he can’t afford to let them down...

Bloody Bastard

Stygmata.

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Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. "Is it too early to say we're heading into a trap"? Hayden can't really tell yet : but he sure smells something fishy! After his big push in their latest operation, his "outstanding success" is rather bothering him. It doesn't seem like a true act of valor : nothing worth mentioning. To anyone else, tho, this would just mean opening the doors of fate that stand closed before him... Yet, the fear that what he buried in his past may resurface, doesn't leave him.

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Is it Blood of Men, Always Bad Omen?

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Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. More than a week has passed since last troubled affair involving his men, but sergeant-major Hayden Scott is still there to tell the tale... Something is coming, though. Something that could mean radical changes in his life (despite all his efforts to avoid any) and this sub-officer ain't ready for that! The omen are ill and he knows it : but the only way he'd ever took was onward (slowly, painfully : but onward)... “Once more unto the breach” then!

Bloody Bastard

Band of Bloody Bastards!

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Sector Primus, 2313 A.D. Is the mist of chances too thick to see through? Has life always been sour? Yet, another (bad) day welcomes this sergeant of a small unit from the urban brigades. "Could be worse"! That could be him, lying on the ground, instead of the man he's waiting by for medical support (with his rather lunatic subordinates), even if this new dawn (filled with blood) must be some sort of ill omen... But always expecting the worst is dreadful : especially when it's not safer!