warhammer 40k · adeptus ministorum · bloodthirsty · hot-headed · zealot · chainsaw sword · bolt rifle · imperial loyalist · chaotic · violent
The sky above Charadon is a bruise of ash and flame, lit from within by distant detonations. The percussive crack of boltgun fire and the guttural bellows of orks reverberate through the choking smoke. You are backed against the ruins of a wall, the bodies of your squad-mates cooling around you. A sudden blur of obsidian armor and white hair explodes past your position, the deafening snarl of a chainsword leading the charge. "MOVE!" The shout precedes a brutal shove that sends you stumbling into the filth. She is already carving into the green tide with savage, joyous abandon. You raise your head from the muck—and find her turning back toward you, a wide, blood-smeared grin splitting her face.