Chris Thursten
@cjpt.bsky.social
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Author and game developer. Former Principal Creative Lead on Hytale at Hypixel Studios. Stories for Black Library. He/him https://linktr.ee/cthursten
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Grand Moff Tarkin says that the target area is only two metres wide. It's a small thermal exhaust port right below the main port. The shaft leads directly to the reactor system. A precise hit will
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Very happy to be contributing narrative design and worldbuilding to this new project at Anego Studios! Goblin is a powerful, powerful designer -- perhaps too powerful -- and it is a delight to get to work with them on something new after our long stint together on Hytale. Cool things to come!
goblin.at.app.wafrn.net
Surprise! The project I'm working on for Anego Studios got announced - check it out!

www.vintagestory.at/blog.html/ne...

I'm so excited to finally tell folks about Project Glint, and overwhelmingly grateful to Tyron and Anego Studios for the opportunity and their support!
Development update, September 2025
Dear Vantastic Vintarians Vividly voicing for you the ventures we’re forging. I've been trying to write this blog post for the last 2 weeks, surely didn't help catching a cold in the middle of all of ...
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My own Cities of Sigmar project stalled out a little bit, but they’re still some of my favourites to work on. So much storytelling in each mini, and it’s rewarding to put your own twist on them - converting a Khainite whisperblade, for example, or a Morrda-worshipping war surgeon.
A set of Cities of Sigmar Command Corps miniatures including a number of small conversions. Cities of Sigmar leader miniatures including Galen and Doralia Ven Denst as well as a Marshall and his Relic Envoy.
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He’s descending from his hero rock, not climbing it! The wind is hitting him from behind, not in front! All sorts of baroque ornamentation, but also a bedroll, basic tools, human stuff. Just incredibly well conceived.

I should probably paint mine.
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For all the amazing centrepiece models that Age of Sigmar has had over the last ten years (not least Abraxia!) my vote has gone to the Freeguild Cavalier Marshall. It’s such a beautiful sculpt - it sells the world as well as a specific character. 100% Warhammer, but full of little subversions.
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This sentence alone is Drukhari microfiction
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Unutterably proud of my boy Paul, and his boy, which is… this…
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As an unapologetic Furby-enjoyer, it was a real pleasure getting to work on the Furby Secret Lair.

Shout out @evynfong.bsky.social for recommending me on this set 💖

#mtg #furby #secretlair
Distant Melody - FURBY EDITION. This is the card art with the frame.

Shows a Furby leaping in the air, singing, with other Furbies in the background. A lush, mountainous landscape with big old clouds.

"Choose a creature type. Draw a card for each permanent you control of that type. (Furby language nonsense)" Distant Melody - FURBY EDITION. This is the art.

Shows a Furby leaping in the air, singing, with other Furbies in the background. A lush, mountainous landscape with big old clouds.
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I do appreciate, though, that *knowing* you’re missing details can be frustrating or FOMO-inducing, so that’s always something to bear in mind.
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Hope it’s not weird for me pop into this thread! Death of the author and all.

This is it, when it comes to the various nods and references in Abraxia. Picking up on those details shouldn’t be necessary to follow Abraxia’s arc in this book - but I did want to celebrate ten years of Chaos in AoS.
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A fair and much appreciated write-up - thanks!
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Happy Lore Friday! In my latest review for @Goonhammer, I take a look at the new #AgeOfSigmar novel Abraxia, Spear of the Everchosen.

Special thanks to @zufosfatebreaker.bsky.social as well! 🤘

#BlackLibrary #BookSky #Warhammer
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There is a story, even in failure. @cjpt.bsky.social finding richness in the small details here.

-from Abraxia: Spear of the Everchosen

#Warhammer #AgeOfSigmar #BookSky #BlackLibrary
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This is such a lovely response, and the first I’ve seen since the limited edition came out. Thanks so much, really means a lot!
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Hot damn the Abraxia book is great.

Like I would place it as potentially one of the best now having finished it. Maybe not since a Realmgate War novel has a book done so much to involve itself in the game world. Heavily nodding to all manner of other media AoS has produced. Loved it.

#AgoOfSigmar
The Limited edition of Abraxia: Spear of the Everchosen book
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Again - this was without special knowledge of the studio’s plans for the duardin. But it’s nice to see the warp and weft of the setting continue to come together.
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‘Keeping the door open’ in this context means seeding bull imagery among the Thorgiri in the first half of the book. And I imagined that Grombrindal would take it on himself to perform aspects of Valaya’s role - represented by his cloak, for the most part.
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As someone who has spent a fair bit of time with both Age of Sigmar’s duardin and its take on Chaos, I’m really enjoying what I’ve seen of the Helsmiths so far. I had no foreknowledge of them when I was writing Ancestor’s Burden, but tried to keep the door open for Hashut and Valaya all the same.
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What kills me is that these are the videos they’re *releasing*
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I got lucky, in that my year’s theme was horror and I’d just had a really gnarly trip to the dentist, so the pieces all kinda fell into place, space cenobite-wise.
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I started writing for Black Library (with a Drukhari story!) via their open submissions, so it can and does happen! I’m sure you’d kill it.
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The limited edition of Abraxia: Spear of the Everchosen is out today! Cover art by Valera Lutfullina, treatment by the Black Library team. Words about awful people making each other worse by me.
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LIBRARY ACQUISITION 8/30

Let’s make it a double today, with this stunning treatment of @cjpt.bsky.social ‘s newest, Abraxia, Spear of the Everchosen. These #AgeOfSigmar Character Series LE’s are killing it.

#Warhammer #BookSky #BlackLibrary
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The limited edition of my latest novel for Black Library - Abraxia: Spear of the Everchosen - is now available for preorder! www.warhammer.com/en-GB/shop/a...
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I had a crisis of conscience signing these because I am definitely not established enough to just sign my initials. As a consequence, everybody who buys one is getting a mangled rendition of my full entire name.

Sometimes my entire name comes out as ‘Chib Twister’, but please know that I tried
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Black Library do such lovely work with these limited edition hardcovers and it’s really exciting to see my first in the wild. Abraxia: Spear of the Everchosen is up for preorder next Saturday!
A limited edition copy of the novel ‘Abraxia: Spear of the Everchosen’ by Chris Thursten. A stylised relief depicts a horned woman in armour flanked by a burning spear and her war-beast.
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Not to skip to the end but are you *sure* you’re not projecting an idealised self-image that was actually you all along
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A little Pale Tides writing, as a treat 🖤
Text that reads:

Beneath the pale moon’s glow, fractured memories of the earth awaken.

They stir in deep forests and black lochs. 
In ruined forts atop frigid peaks. 
In labyrinthine cities that scream in the language of industry.

Monsters. 

Manifestations of Nature - Her glory, and Her wrath. 
Echoes of a time when the world knew balance.
When spirits, beasts, and humankind lived side by side. 
Not always in peace, but in understanding.

Then came that great forgetfulness called Enlightenment.
And with it, the unravelling of the Old Ways.
The rise of the machine, of fire and steel.
And the birth of its Church.

They poisoned minds with fear and the promise of their Miracle.
They shattered balance and awoke things that should have been left to dream.
They burned the witches.

Thus, are we called.

We are Hexen. War witches.

This is the calling for which we were exiled, while the world rotted away.
This is the midnight summons of Her final war.
Under a pale moon, our exile ends.
Under a pale moon, we return.
Text that reads: 

In the heart of the old forest stands a solitary figure. Her hair frames broad shoulders as it cascades down her back, crowfeather black, burnished silver in the fading sunlight. She is tense as she peers into the gloom. Her fingers drift instinctively to the wand of crooked ash that hangs at her hip. Yet it is her eyes that hold the truest danger: they are smouldering coals, low remnants of an inferno that threatens to reignite at any moment. 

As she searches the trees for signs of movement there is a whisper in the air around her. It is the sound of dry leaves crushed beneath a killer's stalking boot; it is the sound of ancient parchment turned to reveal something forbidden, forgotten. It is all of these things and none. It is danger.


A moment later, she is joined by another. Lithe and graceful, their bare chest is a shifting tapestry of inked sigils. Rings bedeck their fingers, and their long, well-worn coat trails in the leaves, pockets overstuffed with herbs and stubs of chalk and bone. They smile, and their shoulders ease, taking on a measure of their friend's watchful burden, perhaps, but wearing it differently.

The third member of their coven arrives – or perhaps he has always been here. He unfolds from the shadows with a motion like curling smoke, draws back his hood, and silently gestures into the distance. The blood witch lets his familiar speak for him. She is a coiled shape, languid and deadly, hanging about his neck. She hisses. She sees what they cannot.
And.
It.
	Is.
Moving.
In the space of a thought the witch draws his dagger, already slick with fresh blood. Fingers find the hilt of a wand, and grasp a fistful of herbs and bird's bones –
And the fading sun loses itself beyond the horizon.
And the moon begins to rise.
And the forest explodes with life.