Thursday 31 October 2019

Spawn of the dead

 Blessed be the Emperor, source and parangon of all light, in His name I'll tell another chapter of the life of the holy Redeemer hammer of heretics, scrouge of deviants and exemplar of crusaders. 
From Hive Primus he led us, on an epic pilgrimage through the Great Ash Road to bring the light of the blessed Redemption unto the undeserving sinners of the Black Harbour. The most wise prince Ignatius from the hallowed house of Hewlmar offered us his support. He had been suffering of a troubled mind ever since wiping out his brothers and sister upon his ascension to the throne but Klovis put his guilt at ease, assuring him that they had been a coven of degenerate heretics unfit to wear the crown of one of the most puissant hives of Necromunda.
 Karlon Voss, one of the blasphemous get of  Karloth Valois had been terrorising the lower levels of the city, and the Redeemer offered to purge the Underhive of his evil
 With help from local bounty hunters the crusade mobilized to attack the mutant hideout
 The sorcerer had the effrontery of occupying the local corpse guild, using it as a facade to hide the most heinous acts of nigromancy and witchcraft
 Alas, the squatter eschers also had spread their fetid venom all over the place so they came to claim the head of the arch heretic for themselves, probably to hid their implicit compact with all forms of sin and damnation behind a masquerade of false lawfulness
 Materialist as they where the hags had thrown their lot with the miserly guild of coin
 Our far more spiritual allies of the promethium guild soon proved their worth by cleansing two zombies with their blessed flames, truly is fire the weapon of the faithful!
 Terrified by the onrushing horde of undead, our enemies manged to kill some
 The vixens hid behind machinery, sniping feebly
 I led my brethren in glorious charge against the plague zombies
 Their futile attemps where soon brought to naught as the undead creatures crashed into their ranks

 Lacking the stomach to fire on the swirling melee, the sinners charged in an impotent attempt to save their already doomed companion
 Klovis and I attacked the closest zombie, ripping it appart in holy slaughter
 To my left one of our novices proved his worth by finishing off another of the gruesome creatures
 One of the eschers not only was felled by the rotting mutants but also was infected by their poison, rising up and joining the hordes of hell. Truly a sign that their inner corruption will always seep out and show on their, sinful, scantily clad bodies!
 The brave Caspar put and end to the heresy by stabbing the foul form of the heretic Voss
 Klovis joined his faithful servant on the vanguard, spreading the holy flame of the Sword of Persecution amongst the heretics
 The few scattered shots that answered him were not enough to test his fiery zeal, and having witnessed the power and majesty of his sacred onslaught, the harridans retreated from the field
In his wisdom Klovis decided to put the Corpse Guild under his personal purview, so no further heresy would flourish in the sacred ground destined to the martyrs of the Imperium

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