“O God Emperor, master and ruler of all humankind, I pray Thee for Thy great mercy, that Thou guide me better than I have done, towards Thee, and guide me to Thy will, to the need of my soul, better than I have myself.”
The flicker of the electro-flambeaux caused the shadows to dance at the corners of her vision. Even here, in a chapel sanctified thrice in the God-Emperor’s sight, Avriel tensed, hard-worn instincts preparing for a sudden assault, imagining each shadow to be some twisted horror lurking at the corner of her vision.
c. Games Workshop and Fantasy Flight Games
The air down in section 55-Tertius of the smelled different than the dank, filthy squalor of the rest of the underhive. There was an aggressively cleanliness to it, a chemical taste at the back of Cervantes’ mouth that spoke to the presence of antibacterial agents, counterseptic regimens and antiviral compounds. The rows of tanks, filled with glimmering green fluid, filled the entire place with an unearthy viridian glow that shone brightly against the polished white stone of the place. On Inquisitor Zao’s orders, this section of the underhive had been sequestered as storage facility with which to stockpile medical supplies. In a time of war, such as this, it would be imperative to keep vital medical supplies out of reach of a displaced, scavenging populace, so that proper triage and treatement protocols could be enacted when it was safe to do so.
Unfortunately, this place was anything but secure…especially now that there were wolves lurking in the shadows.
The catacombs stank. Thousands of years ago, they had been used to channel the waste effluent of the Invernus’ manufactoria out into the rad-wastes beyond the hive city, though they had long since been abandoned and closed off. Even after those millennia, however, the chemical reek of the place and the stench of decay persisted, even through the filters of Watch-Sergeant Cervantes’ helmet. No one had been down here since that time, not even scavvers of the underhive or the reclamation servitors of the manufactoria.
Which meant, of course, that it was the perfect place for xenos to infiltrate the city.
So, a few days ago I took a break from testing out the Sisters and took my Drukhari to one of my LGS, Hairy Tarantula North, for a 1000 point 40k tournament using ITC rules. As this was the first tournament I had been attending in ages, I was rather apprehensive. As it turned out, however, all of my apprehension was for nothing: with only three or four tables, the store was completely unprepared for the massive turnout they ended up recieving, and as a result spots went to the first people to arrive. Sadly, I was not one of them.
c. Mark Tarisse https://www.artstation.com/mark_tarrisse
This war would have been tragic, Ursula Sevrei reflected as she looked at the ruins around her, if its cause weren’t so damned ridiculous…
Hot on the heels of the Siege of Hod’s Anvil campaign, I now find myself involved in yet another siege.
So, just to get on board this rapidly moving hype train, I went and got the Sisters of Battle Box over the weekend. Needless to say, I have been a little busy since then, assembling the minis and eagerly leafing through the shiny new Adepta Sororitas codex.
Expect a codex review soon in the future, as well as showcases of my progress, and thoughts on how I’m going to adapt my existing Sororitas army into the new book. Needless to say, though, I can’t wait to test the new book out on the tabletop.