sum1thtdiesalot wrote:You my friend are a GENIUS!!!!!!!! This is brilliant. What did you use to cut them in half

Rhich wrote: I wanted a Vortex Grenade but seeing them on Epay for $30 makes it tough to justify.
Now... thanks to you, there is hope....

InventionThirteen wrote:Woah that harlie looks awesome! Keen on the oily colours too! I like the skills on the diamond print clothing. Hmmm got me thinking about including some harlies in my own army...

Archon Rathiel Thaedrath of the Kabal of the Crystal Mantis is an oft-time patron of the enigmatic Coven of Homonculi known as the Tinkers. By these, he spends his extraordinary wealth of souls gathered from time before Vect, accumulating a variety of 'fun' gadgets for use in realspace raids. Amongst these are custom built Chronos, built in the image of the Kabal's namesake.

Lieutenant Garrin ducked under the curved blade of the xenos warrior, lashing out with his power sword and feeling the field slice cleanly through the wych. Still drugged, she screamed and thrashed in the dirt before death came. He shivered before turning back to the battle; it seemed almost like she enjoyed that. He allowed himself a second to analyse the fight. The xenos were losing heart, and their raid was faltering against the guns and bayonettes of the disciplined guard regiment. It was a battle already won.

His smile turned to a frown as one of the xenos leaders fell. Above the corpse, a rippling nothingness tore into a hole of crackling energy. Through it, Garrin barely glimpsed a harnessed sun and world of darkness before his attention focused on a more present threat. From the gate emerged a chittering construction of wraith-glowing metal and segmented yellow eyes. It clattered towards his men on four needle-like legs, graceful despite its size. Garrin had only ever seen an Ogryn once, and this dwarfed even that. From its shoulder, a glowing projection grew, blue in colour and brighter than a star. Garrin's practiced insticts dropped him to the ground, and the blast came roiling above his head. He heard the men behind him scream and watched in horror as they aged their lives away in a second, turning from healthy Cadians to skeletal figures, then fell to the ground as dust.

The xenos seemed to take heart in the display of sadistic sorcery, and they began their assault with a renewed vigour. Garrin turned back to the monster in time to leap out of the way as its chest began to glow, and another burst of energy geriatrified the men to his side. He turned, still kneeling, as the foul creature stood above him. He hadn't even heard it approach. From its chest, it unfolded two grasping claws, and closer now he could see various needles and scalpels emerging from its mouth. It stabbed its arm deep into him and the world instantly froze as a pain more intense than Garrin had ever felt raged through his chest. The pain continued for a time uncountable until he had the sense to open his eyes. Blinking away tears, Garrin noticed that the world had not unfrozen - everywhere around him, a tableaux of still models. He watched and screamed as the pain continued. Then he noticed something that made his heart skip, and he gave up hope. The world wasn't a tableaux, it was just slowed to the extreme. He was doomed to have his life drained as his men had been, and the pain, well the pain wasn't about to stop.

He stared into the many faceted eyes of his killer and asked silently, 'why?'. Lieutenant Garrin swore he heard laughter in his head. Laughter that would haunt him for the rest of his long, long life.