Hear now my brethen the telling of Klovis the Redeemer's saga, an enlightning example of virtue and valour, piety and compassion that shows us the way to purge the enemies of the Emperor.
I stood by his side as he recieved dire news from a young zealot...
The "dregviants", a pestilent mob of mutants had been terrorizing the denizens of the underhive, showing such a blatant display of their crimes truly they where in need of redemption
And so, my beloved messiah led us into the depths of the underworld to cleanse that hotbed of sin and damnation with the purifying flame of the Redemption
Such was the terror that he instilled in the unbeliever that a young mutant fled a the mere mention of his name
The degenerate mutants cowered behind cover as our rightful forces approached
With a hymn to the Emperor on his lips Klovis led the charge against the subhuman rabble
Shouting "feel the fury of the Redemption" a brother let rip with his trusty autogun, downing a hulking, malodorous brute
Valiant Deza showered the recumbent form with cleansing and porifying flame, sending it in his way to meet the Emperor's vengeance
Loath to stay aside I led the faithful in glorious battle against the infidel, riddling one of the scum with bullets of blessed lead
At my side Klovis rallied us with an inspring "it's cleansing time!
Carried away by frevour I charged the repugnant vermin, caving its head in with my axe. So easy to kill despite their unholy aspect! Truly they are not evolution but evilution!
One of our brave novices was set alight by one of the sinners, such effrontery!
Their physical corruption was equalled by the state of their minds, as they fired way before our implacable crusaders came into range, showing thus that ours is the true path both in mind and body
With certain satisfaction I gave the coup de grace to the mewling abomination at my feet
I looked up just to see Klovis destroy another deviant filth with his mighty sword of persecution
Dear Engeuera was rewarded with the gift of martyrdom, such an envious fate, albeit it would pain me not to be around to witness and pen the holy deeds of Klovis, for the enjoyment and illumination of the faithful of our church
Another of the mutants was brough down by sustained autogun fire, its blasphemous corpulence no use aginst the tools of the blessed
Craven as it was, the mutant overlord had been hiding behind its deranged followers, now he let fly with a rusty heavy stubber, felling our glorious leader in one fatal blow
But lo behold! He wasn't dead at all, merely injuried, and he exorted me to finish the job saying "you idiot Malakev, smoke out the creep!"
As I led the final victorious charge the mongrels were being purged left and right
Pious Deza accounted for his second kill when he beheaded a foul creture with an eviscerator slash
Seeing before me the hated offensor of my benevolent Mentor I pounced upon him with a prayer of vengeange in my lips, decided to show the degenerate the error of his ways
Alas! the heretic's unholy strength was too much for such a humble fighter as I, and he knocked me unconscious with a flurry of blows from his many twisted extremities
As Klovis and the brethen took cover, the craven mutants took to their heels
The Impudent dregviants fled into the shadows of their shame, leving alone the Master of Mankind's flock that was quick to thank us for their deliverance with willingly offered donations under the watchful gaze of our implements of salvation.
Sadly the blows I recieved were too grievous and I had to spend some time recovering, my body being unequal to my soul in its boundless faith in Klovis the Redeemer!