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The Silent War

M41: The Age of Burning

A cloud of particulate dust falls over the heavily fortified spire of the Silent Sisterhood on Gassima. It is soon followed by a more destructive storm as suits of armour bearing the sigil of the Blades of Magnus fall from the sky like meteors, smashing through vaulted ceilings and cratering the courtyards, As the Silent Sisters reel from the bombardment, sheets of lightning crack through the atmosphere and the dust cloud coalesces around the lifeless suits of armour. The dust - which is in fact the essence of Thousand Sons warriors - pours into the armour, and one by one the rubricae stand up and raise their weapons. The spire is obliterated in the battle, and every Silent Sister slaughtered, though even faced with death not one allows herself to scream.

- Codex: Thousand Sons (8th Edition, image Ahmokhat the Cruel of the Third Order of Blades)

Every transport is loot.

Every convoy is an opportunity.

Every distress signal means it is already too late.

Den of Imagination - miniature painting studio.