Hi I'm The Twist me and a few buddies are starting up a new =I= munda campaign, I believe he was a member on here once, Bloodthirster or something, anyway most updates will be on our blog;
http://twoandahalfpintsofpaint.blogspot.com/ but we will post some stuff here. So here's some fluff to kick off the thread.
Hereticus Diabolicus, that is what they have branded me. Bigots, curs, all pawns of some higher calling they understand nought of what I have achieved. No other Inquisitor can match my talent, no other team has reaped such glory as mine.
The tech adept, goes by the name of Vianco, his real real name only the Emperor knows, it is of little significance. A crooked figure shrouded in red robe, a 8 limbed monster of nightmare, his humanoid form mutated by a metallic chitinous spine protruding through his robe, 4 skeletal arms, made of cold ceramite, emerge from the robe's folds, the dull click of their locomotive engines only serving to dehumanise the figure further. His breath was a pure hiss of static binary, his matte shadowy form only illuminated by the moonlight.
Delphan, a Xeno Hunter by a trade, his armament a personalized hunting rifle, the bane of all who find themselves in it's sights. He never misses, never tires. A keen pathfinder, his skill and quick wits keep saving his us, his knowledge is invaluable.
Sister Felicia exiled sister of The Sorotias, her so calleld sins of untold numbers, like me wrongly branded as a heretic, Imperial dogma always punishes those that show initative. Her weapons, tampered with by by her own hand, their once proud sigils of The Adeptus Sororitas disgraced, a sign of her new found freedom. A cold heartless killer, she knows no emotion, but Iknow what she really feels, she seeks redemption, she thinks killing me will give her that what she craves so much. I fear her not, but nor do I want rid of her, her presence is somewhat soothing.
Hugo Stygg, 400 pounds of stone cold cunning, a hired gun by trade, a popular figure with my followers which is somewhat unusual consdering he rarely talks, I suppose his mini gun; "Big Bertha" speaks enough for the both of them.
Blanche, a AI unit, crafted by Vianco himself, a radical creation frowned apon by my peers, it's structure constructed by scaveneged by bionics. It's form a true work of art, a intricate artwork painted on ametalic canvas. Unpredictable, uncontrollable, it's always learning.....
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