The Tomb of the Lost Saint

And so it was how after cutting a bloody swath through the wasteland Klovis the Redeemer came to the walls of hive Temenos. Forming the speartip of a holy crusade that led the Prophet in triumph to the holiest city in all of Necromunda

Before us stood our final destination: a blessed tomb that held the holy body of the Fallen Saint in stasis

Alas, the hordes of evil had gathered in the sacred crypt for a last, futile final stand

Preventing the warriors of the faith from liberating he who would usher a new, zealous age for the planet of Necromunda

Aribtes and goliaths barred our path...

But undaunted as ever my mentor sounded the charge, un leashing a tide of faith that would wash clean the hive from sinners and heretics

The pious novices were the first to move into the fray

Braving the hellish fire of the miscreants

Next to the redeemer I led a frontal assault against the heretic lines, but the harrowing fusilade that came from their corrupt lines forced me to take cover behind a tomb

As ever the Redeemer had a plan to best the forces of darkness, and while we kept the sinners occupied in the center he led a right hook atht he head of select forces that soon saw the false judges undone

In the left the goliaths kept up the fight, led by a bloated monster wielding a massive multimelta like it was nothing thanks to the blasphemous gifts of his dark gods

But little can such scum do against the cleansing fire of redemption, and soon the brutes were thrashing in the ground enveloped by the cleansing shrouds of flame spewed from the weapons of the faithful

The flanking force meanwhile was making great progress thanks to the Ambot purchased by the Redeemer, a magnificent construct that ripped apart judge after judge

The templars joined in its mechanical onslaught with shotgun and rifleharrowing the bodies of the corrupt policement with leaden bullets thrice blessed by the Prophet himself

Even in the left the situation went in our favour, with our advance fast becoming a war of attrition in which we had the edge thanks to the unending masses of the faithful

Judging that his moment had come the Prophet rushed to the center of the battlefield with miraculous speed, carried no doubt by the angels of the Emperor to his preordained fate

Our hearts leapt as we saw the enemy leader fall to the Ambot, a messy demise that fired the hearts of the crusaders and disheartened our foes in equal measure

Lacking our zeal as new converts to the Redemption the eschers kept back for a while, but seeing the battle all but won rushed into the foe, unleashing their deadly chemical sprayers into the hated goliaths

Not even the temporary fall of the Ambot could prevent our inevitable victory, decreed as it had been by Him on Terra

The Prophet marched boldly into the passage that led to the Saint's mausoleum, daring the weak willed arbitrators to fire on his most holy person

By then the advance had become general, with eschers, templars and mercenaries moving as an imparable wall of faith tracing the blessed steps of our new messiah

Even the overmuscled goliaths were brought low by such miraculous alliance

Falling one by one under the claws of the crusade

A last cordon of arbitrators stood watch in the passage, but when the prophet charged they began to fall one after the other under the sacred blows of his burning brazier

All resistance melted before this sacred onslaught

And at last our blessed leader cut his way to the tomb liberating the Fallen Saint from its prison.

And with his coming a frenzy of zeal gripped the masses of Necromunda, who overthrew the faithless Helmawrs from the heights of the Spire and installed a new ruler chosen by the Emperor who spread the redemptionist faith to the farthest corners of the sacred orb. ¡Praise be!