Axes of Khorne
The black-headed axe was mounted on a haft of bone, smoothed to a dull polish by the grip of countless calloused hands. Struck deep into the dark-metalled blade was a single rune, an unforgiving skull that held the eye with a baleful glare. The grim weapon lifted, fell and reared up once more, bloody, dripping gore. And a fleeting, hungry grin seemed to pass across the deep-etched skull.
