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So i've recently taken the plunge and decided to get involved with the Sisters. All my other armies are Imperial factions, and given the lockdown situation here in the UK, I thought it was the perfect time to start a new army. I'm also going to try and convince my other half to have a game, and what better way then her having a far future version of herself on the tabletop. I recently got the Codex and a Canoness, as my first/test model. Again, I let my girlfriend pick the paint scheme and we ended up with this... So i've just placed my second order, got a box of sisters and repentia on the way. I've drawn up a few lists at points values, so I'm working towards my first 500 points now. After next pay day I plan to pick up another box of sisters and Celestine so i have a enough models for a battalion and expand from there. I've gone for a homebrew Order so I can run them as any Order in game. I'm also cooking up some fluff for them, just background, so I'll post that at a later date. Any advice for a new start is more than welcome of course. Thanks

"Cowards! I should have nailed your worthless hide to the Bastion you vowed to defend! I will hunt you to the ends of the galaxy! I swear this to Him on Earth!" - the parting exchange between Canoness Superior Sylia Stengovich of the eventual Order of Machaeram and the former Imperial Guard commander, Colonel Buryon J. Mason, latterly known as Buryon the Trecherous. Order name and History[/skullheaderhalf] The Order originates from a small contingent of Sisters of the Order of Our Martyred Lady, based on a world called Machaeram. Dedicated to defending worlds nearby, the Order working in tandem with an Imperial Guard regiment called Gehnum's 87th "The Boomers" a heavy infantry regiment. The Guardsmen were wary of the Order initially, mainly due to their fervour in battle and the measures taken to expose and deal with Heresy. After a decade of fighting, mostly concentrated within the Linna system, both were taken out of rotation to resupply and rest. On the way back to their respective worlds, the Canoness Superior discovered that their allies were Heretics themselves. Turning around to make chase, the Orders' flagship was attacked by a force of Chaos Space Marines. Left crippled and adrift, the Order was unable to pick up the trail of their new quarry. The Order spent many years searching, each world they scoured showed signs that the regiment were looking for a particular artefact, one that would result in the apotheosis of the Colonel by releasing a torrent of Daemons into the material galaxy. They had had no luck, the regiment suffering high casualties. Interrogating a wounded guardsman left behind, they were given the last world the Colonel would search, the Order's own home-world. Horrified that such a thing could exist under their very noses, the Sororitas made haste back to Machaeram, only to find it ablaze, the native populace either dead or turned, willing slaves to the Colonel, who had now taken the moniker of Buryon the Treacherous. On a mountain top, the two fought, their struggle to overcome the other frantic. A landslide made the Colonel fall to the depths below, but the Canoness did not believe he had perished as there were signs of his handiwork on worlds on the outer edges of the Quincy Sector. The Sisters led by Canoness Sylia Stengovitch strove to emulate the feats of the larger Order, ever eager to root out Heresy, ever eager to be acknowledged as equals. The failure to see the corruption of their former allies resulted in being stripped of their heraldry and colours, their deeds struck from record. Forced to wear grey armour and tabards, they were commanded to make a pilgrimage to the distant Shrine World of Romanov II to atone for their foolish pride and to redeem themselves. Their journey took longer than it should have, as they diverted their path following any lead that would bring them closer to the Traitors that brought them low. After twenty years, the Order finally arrived at Romanov II, weary and overstretched. Upon visiting the shrine at the Capitol, Canoness Stengovitch was brought before the Sectors head of the Ecclesiarchy in a private ceremony to determine whether they had truly atoned. The affair was never officially documented, but soon after, the small group was ordered to return, a new determination set in their minds. Armour still dark grey, they now sported green tabards and bore the sigil of a sword. Setting a course, the new Order of Machaeram vowed to destroy the Heretical regiment. The remainder of Machaeram's native population were mostly put to death, their numbers replaced by workers from other worlds nearby. The Sisters' renewed duty has given them an even harder edge, showing no mercy for any transgression against the Emperor. The Order has renewed their vow to end the Heretical Gehnum's 87th "The Boomers" regiments machinations once and for all. Home planet[/skullheaderhalf] Machaeram is primarily an Agri-world, mainly yielding various cereals for the Imperium at large. A small world within the Xeroid system, it's inhabitants are pious and unimaginative, the hard toil in the fields is ambition enough. A yearly tithe of orphaned girls or those who were of age were taken as their due and trained in the Doctrines of the Order to supplement recruitment from the Schola Progenium. The larger inhabited planet, Gehnum was mainly used to muster troops for the Guard and had done so for millennia. The high turnover of recruits had left the planet with a significant dip in population levels, the natives becoming more and more bitter that their destiny was ultimately to die forgotten on a far off battlefield. The seeds of corruption was brought to bear by an unknown instigator, so subtle in their work that the Heresy was not found out until it was too late. Order Founder Sylia Stengovitch was a fierce woman, her pious heart was broken with the knowledge that she has fought along side traitors to the Imperium and Him on Earth. After her Orders' pilgrimage, her fervour became even greater - nothing would stay her hand from destroying that which had brought her Sisters shame and will bring all before her to the flame to accomplish her goal. [skullheaderhalf=206906]Notable Sisters Irene Chang - A Seraphim Superior who, with her biological Sister Reika, were instrumental in rooting out and destroying a Slaaneshi Cult on Eufestus XI Reika Chang - A Seraphim Sister Lisa Vanette - A Celestian Sister who sacrificed her life to save her Canoness. Was latterly known as Lisa the Unyielding. Naoko - A Sister belonging to Canoness Superior Stengovitch's command squad. Sylvie - A Repressor tank driver who smashed the walls of the city known as Lucitant on the planet Gorumn, allowing the Order to gain victory. Anri - A Sister who fought with Iron Lord Hubros's Second Company of the Steel Wings Chapter and was instrumental in helping him prevent the Bahltimyr Reavers from corrupting the planet Mu'kin. [skullheaderhalf=206906]Significant battles joined - The battle of Eufestus XI Fighting alongside the Amber Dragons Chapter, the Order destroyed 10,000 Cultists who were ill prepared for the furious assault launched against them. The Cult leader, Amanos the sickened was torn to pieces by Irene Chang with her chainsword Aypeeteya, named after one of the mountain ranges to the north of the Order's Chapel-fortress. - The sacking Mu'Kin The Bahltimyr Reavers were denied their prize of an artifact of Xenos origin that would have defeated the combined force of the Steel Wings' Second Company and a small detachment of Sisters. Swearing vengeance, Rai Lurweiss would escape and attack the Order in transit to the Ermentia Cascade 15 years later.

Alright folks, time for me to throw my hat in the ring in full. Here is the Sisterhood I've been holding onto now for about . . . four years, apparently. Wow, I've been at this for a while. As always with my DIYs, I have a tendency to do some very bare-bones creations, names, colors, and a very short snippet, create a whole host of them (at some point last year I counted just over a couple hundred, with about 2/3s B&C appropriate), and then with aching slowness go about developing them to the point of being worthy of being posted. Often, a huge amount of their character and history are completely unknown to me until I take the time and just try to increase the word count. I always like to think about how the ideas first originated, as it goes to show just how far I've come in this whole business. The Order of the Perpetual Sorrows originated as a Sisterhood based off of an old Facebook group I was a part of, the Green Randoms. I would jokingly create an in-universe clan around it (this was a D&D group), called the Verdant Variables. For some reason that I no longer recall, I took that as the base for a Sisterhood, which was originally called the Viridian Valkyries, had a convent on Fenris itself, and yes, it was that bad, shut up. Their color scheme has been unchanged since then, but as you'll be able to see from here on out, they really don't have anything else left from that time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I'll continue working on it, but C&C on what I have so far would be appreciated. http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHAehTs9PrQ/UmP3bTH-hvI/AAAAAAAAaP0/Fgf4zLo3r3w/s400/city-saint.jpg “Defilement comes through the sons of Man Born Divine, through Cain refleshed. She will lift the silver veil from her face, and from her eyes shall flow the tears of the silenced into perpetuity, to wash the corrupt in a flood of condemnation.” Order Name The Order of the Perpetual Sorrows Home Planet Bathkol, a temperate shrineworld of Sector Aexynder, Subsector Raphestus Founder Viridiana Serif, Our Weeping Lady. Born 248.M38, Martyred 412.M38 Notable Sisters Yohanna Candidus, Palatine-Commander of the Serifi, Purifier of the Sunderers It is no surprise that the Order of the Perpetual Sorrows would endear themselves to their founder and her ways. As the first Canoness named herself of the Seraphim, and favored their use alongside armour contingents, so too did those who followed her. There is a strong leaning in the Sisterhood towards the Seraphim squads, leading towards an imbalanced organization. It became necessary to subdivide the Seraphim, to single out the exceptional and the experienced. These veteran Seraphim congregate in the Chapel of the Serifi, for which they view Viridiana Serif as its patron saint and from whom they are named. These women can often be seen at the forefront of every major battle of the Sisterhood, their skills and fervor lending them an unrivaled edge. Though the Serifi are considered a Commandery according to the Order's organizational structure, they exist far higher in their hierarchy. The Palatine-Commander often holds a position of honor in the Sisterhood, her voice as heeded and respected as any preceptory mistress. Only when the entire Order is mobilized for war do the Serifi stand united outside of their Chapel, as their Commandery are most often spread across the Order and its various conflicts. History Communion with the God-Emperor, a most sacred practice, has guided the devoted for millennia. Though often difficult to interpret, the lives of millions are turned to the task of extrapolation. One such interpretation called for the founding of one of the Lesser Orders Militant. Viridiana Serif, a Canoness Preceptor of the Order of the Argent Shroud, was granted the honor of separating her convent from the Order. Taking with her the relic tome Luctus Aeternia, and naming the Order after the prophetic glimpse that saw to its creation, Lady Serif, now Canoness Superior of the Order of the Perpetual Sorrows, retained the convent upon the shrineworld Bathkol where the Preceptory was based, expanding it to accommodate the increased potential of a full Order. Within a century, the Sisterhood had gained incredible renown in the local Sector as a fast-acting militant order, striking with overwhelming force at the earliest signs of heresy. The zeal with which they met the secretive cults of Sector Aexynder caught the attention of Inquisitors of the Ordo Hereticus, and quickly they would take advantage of the fiery Sisters in their own investigations. In time, they were seen by the Inquisition as a powerful tool in this Sector and its surrounding regions, with many Inquisitors even petitioning the Sisterhood for permanent detachments to follow them across the Imperium's greater expanse. With their harsh intolerance for even minor deviations of the Imperial Creed, the Sisters of the Order of the Perpetual Sorrows can be seen participating in wars of faith in every corner of the Imperium. Beliefs The Sisters of Perpetual Sorrow record with careful precision the heretical crimes committed against Him on Earth within the tactical log Luctus Aeternia. To the Sisters, these crimes should never be forgotten, lest they be repeated, and are often invoked during sermons. It is, however, of note that what this Sisterhood condemns as heretical is, perhaps, more conservative than the greater Ecclesiarchy's general approach to the differing faiths in the God-Emperor. To the Sisters of Bathkol, the God-Emperor is the All, born whole from the holiness of Terra's children. To these Sisters, worship of the God-Emperor in any other aspect is condemnable. They see totemic representations of the God-Emperor as debasement before false idols. While they are willing to curb their indignation and bile for otherwise loyal Imperial domains, these beliefs made them willing participants in retributive campaigns based upon ideological conflicts, particularly when involving the contrary beliefs of a Space Marine Chapter. These beliefs have spread beyond the Sisterhood, in no small part because of their charismatic prominence on Bathkol and beyond. On a few worlds, their particular outlook on Space Marines have taken rather well. On Hathmose it is most understandable, the planet's denizens having long memories into their past, when renegade Space Marines would raid their stores with clockwork precision and brutality before being run off by a detachment of Loyalist Space Marines of the Flesh Tearers Chapter. For the embittered Hathmosians, they could not distinguish between savior and ravager. The Sisterhood, however, has not taken kindly to a particular sentiment among those they have so influenced. With the focus the Order has on the Seraphim squads, especially the often more ornate Serifi, there are those among the masses who look up to these women that see them as the God-Emperor's true angels. Indeed, the Order has become increasingly frustrated with what they see as false idolatry, loudly and at times even violently denouncing it. Significant Battle Dragon's Fall – M39: Like many Space Marine Chapters based out of feral death worlds, the Sunderers had a unique, contradictory view of the Emperor. While ostensibly holding to the improper belief system of the Adeptus Astartes, that of the God-Emperor as “just a man,” the further uncivilized beliefs of their own recruitment stock pervaded and corrupted the Chapter. This has occurred among those who would call Him on Earth their grandsire since time immemorial, when the God-Emperor, in an unfathomable act of wisdom and compassion, allowed for the continued existence of the Space Wolves Chapter. The Sunderers, inheritors of the White Scars Chapter, another barbaric lineage not unlike those of the Wolves or the Salamanders, had for several thousand years looked to the feathered, saurian mega-fauna of their home world as symbolically representative of the God-Emperor's power and ferocity. Even before their corruption by the powers beyond, the Sisters of Perpetual Sorrow would have proclaimed them damned in moments. With the Imperium fully seeking to unleash judgment upon the Sunderers, the Order gladly lent the taskforce its entire strength. This proved fortuitous to the forces of the God-Emperor, as it was one of the Order's Commanderies that successfully disrupted a ritual centered upon the Chapter's former High Reclusiarch, a ritual that surely would have turned the tide of battle and necessitated the call for other, more terrible allies. http://i.imgur.com/q9lV8YL.jpg

Well, now that I've been bitten by the Sisters bug (but have no way of being able to scratch it, what with there being no proper Codex and no plastic Minis ), I've decided to delve into the background of my DIY Adepta Sororitas Order, The Order of the Dauntless Spirit. I will get around to carrying on my other stuff, but those who know me, know that I tend to rotate stuff around to stop them from getting boring (and subsequently abandoning them completely). Be also warned, there will be the usual references to Sci-fi etc....see if you can guess them all So, once again, here we go! Byzantium was a world of wonder. An orb of natural beauty that was rare in the Imperium. Untouched, undisturbed. The vigilance of the Sister of the Order or the Valorous Heart made sure it was so. No stone was unturned in their quest to seek out those who would corrupt, and would be ever unrelenting in the face of the Horrors of the Warp. A small Covent with no more than a few Hundred Sisters, their watchful eyes cast over the denizens of that world. It was a world known for it's trade in livestock. An irony, in the minds of some, that the Sheppard's of flocks are themselves watched. The Convent itself was relatively small, the Order encouraging their number to go forth, taking the word of the Emperor with them to the furthest reaches of the planet. From the lowest Valleys, to the highest peaks. Canoness, Lady Eliza Cho had risen with the dawn, like many, the routine of early mornings ground into her psyche at an early age. Having already made her morning dedication to both Saint Lucia and the Emperor of Mankind, she turned her attention to exercise regime of her new recruits. Fifty new recruits had arrived a season ago, and already most had attained enough competence to move to the next stage of training. It was true enough that the Schola Progenium had instilled discipline and fitness, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. The training cadre had noticed her interest and knew that she would want them driven harder. One such trainer had caught her eye. The Canoness walked across the hall towards her. It was impossible to be discrete. Every recruit in the Covent stopped, gawping in awe at her Armour. A tall woman with Raven hair and bright Green eyes, standing at over 6 feet without her plate, she dominated the attention of everyone. The silence was almost unbearable, no one dared speak. To attract the attention of the Canoness, was to court trouble. And someone had. The trainer had taken the Canoness aside and was whispering animatedly. The tension was palpable by now. Still listening, to her subordinate, Cho turned and stared at the recruits, her eyes hunting for an individual. All trainees averted their eyes from her gaze. Except one. That individual stared back with an uncaring look on her features, her brown eyes so dark it made them look like orbs of obsidian. Her hair, like all recruits was close cut, but hers unlike everyone else's was red, flame like and matched her temper. It did not bode well. "Recruit Saffron Sera, front and centre." Serra paused. Even she was not so wilful that she would disobey the Canoness, but for a moment... "Front and Centre!" Reluctantly, Sera stepped forward. Standing in front of the Canoness, she willed her body not to tremble. She almost succeeded. "I have just been told of your tardiness. It is not the first time you have been found wanting. What say you?" "I have nothing to say," Sera answered knowing full well that there wasn't. Five minutes late for morning exercise had no excuse, but she had a reason for it. Her contrary nature would not allow her to explain, even if she was given an opportunity to do so. "So. As you have some issue with authority, it seems that I have little choice in punishing you. You will be put in solitary confinement for two weeks. When you are released you will report to me directly for further punishment." Cho studied her carefully. No reaction. "You and you," she continued pointing at two other recruits. Ensure she reports to Solitary immediately, or you yourselves will join her!" Hastily saluting the Canoness, the two helpless girls dragged Sera towards the punishment wing. Sera offered no resistance. The detention wing was located in the East tower. Overlooking a sheer cliff edge it was a visible deterrent against heresy. It was taller than the other wings, and was demoralising just to look at. The cold hard reality of Imperial justice. Thrown in a cell, by a Sororitas, Sera looked around the place she would call home for two weeks. Sighing, she knelt before a crudely made alter, the Double headed Eagle scratched into the stone wall, she began to pray. At days end, Eliza Cho had taken to her chambers. A simple room, decorated only with a bed and desk, an alter to the immortal Emperor in the corner of the room. On the desk was a cogitator, basic but functional. Entering her authentication, she entered a request for information. The cogitator stated that it would take approximately a week for the information to be brought forth. Grimly, she wondered what to do with Saffron Sera. A bright girl, one who had excelled in Imperial History, Dogma and in weapons training, but wilful and resentful of authority. The escort from the Schola Progenium had told her that she had always been that way, and indeed been the only student to have nearly been expelled on five separate occasions. Cho wondered about that. Either the Masters there were getting far too lenient, or there was a mitigating circumstance. For Sera's sake, it had better be something exceptional. Ten days later, the information Cho had requested had arrived. Reading, Cho had no doubt as to why Sera resented authority. Making her way to the detention wing, Cho hoped that it was still possible to get through to her. Sera had knelt before the Altar for hours. Her legs had lost all feeling, but she didn't care. The screams, for Mercy and that of blasphemy from the other cells were still as unnerving as they had been when she first arrived. Praying helped blot them out. She was currently reciting a benediction, over one hundred and fifty verses long. Spoken properly, it would take over and hour to recite, and Saffron Sera was particular that it was done correctly. So distracted by her devotional prayer that she hadn't noticed her cell door had opened ten minutes earlier. Coming to the end, Sera realised that she was not alone. "I have never heard that prayer before," Cho said quietly. The prayer had stirred pangs of emotion, of piety. Whilst long winded, it had a quiet, forcefulness quality. Cho was impressed. "Where does it come from?" Sera tried to rise and stand to attention, but her legs were completely numb. Seeing her attempt, Cho gently helped the recruit up. Sera herself was shaking, still startled by Cho's appearance in the room. "Be not afraid. I know what happened that caused you to be an Orphan and send you on your way to the Progenium. I merely ask, why do you persist in your waywardness?" Sera had managed to get some feeling in her legs, and stood to as near to attention as she could. Staring straight ahead, she said nothing. "Your parents were killed by a traitor, and you left for dead. As the heretic was in a position of authority, of trust. You, by extension of what he did now have a distrust of anyone with authority. Correct?" Cho looked at Sera directly. Her face showed no emotion at all. Nothing, but one tear. Cho sighed. Whilst the girl needed to shown that her behaviour was unacceptable, she could see so much potential in her. So much, especially after listening to the benediction. She hadn't even heard all of it, but knew it took a lot of dedication to he able to recite such a powerful prayer from memory. And from what the guards had told her, she had recited the prayer daily since she had been incarcerated. "And the reason for your persistent tardiness is your devotion to reciting this prayer every morning. I'm not surprised at that. "You still have 3 days left on your penance, but I feel that it will not be best spent here. Instead you will teach me this prayer. You will subsequently teach it to all members of this order so that all will benefit from it. In return, I will show you the way to exorcise the daemon that haunts you." "How will you do that?" Sera spoke hoarsely, Cho realising that the reason Sera hadn't spoken, was because she couldn't. "We are the Adepta Sororitas, girl. We can exorcise anything". Next part soon C+C welcome!

HiMyNameisHarry aka DarKHaZZl3 and I will be your in-flight entertainment for the duration of my hobby life A while back I had several WiP topics of various themes, and needless to say, it was a bit of a ball ache. So instead I've decided to throw everything into one pot in an aim to get more feedback and possible praise for being semi-awesome not making a complete mess of things! In between my own stuff (which honestly is mainly not 40k orientated these days) I do take on commission work... While this won't strictly be 'Armies of the Imperium' based, I don;t want to set up another topic, so they'll also live here There is quite a back catalogue of posts, so bellow are the links to each of the categories on my blog if you want to keep up to date on any specific project. +--EDIT--+ A while back the B&C had a huge update. In this overhaul they have trashed the blog section of the website. A such my hobby blog posts have all been deleted, and therefore the links I have posted will no longer work and thus have been removed (I think I got them all anyway). So from now on, any links to written blogs will take you to The Underhive Hero. But all/most of my images will still be hosted here on the B&C! +--EDIT--+ I don't post much online anymore... that is something I am looking to get back to. You can find almost everything on my instagram, or on my commission page, depending on what it is (links in sig) Cheers for checking this out, Comments, Compliments and Constructive Criticism all welcome. I Hope you enjoy the ride +--ACTIVITY LOG (Recent first)--+ UPdate 29/08/2020 = 30k Ultramarine Commission complete ! part1 (Page 9). Update 27/08/2020 = 30k Ultramarine Commission wip (Page 9). Update 14/08/2020 = The Great Unclean One Commission Complete! part 2 (Page 9). Update 09/08/2020 = The Great Unclean One Commission Complete! part 1 (Page 9). Update 06/08/2020 = Teaser: The Great Unclean One Commission part 2 (Page 9). Update 05/08/2020 = Teaser: The Great Unclean One Commission part 1 (page 9). Update 28/07/2020 = Abaddon the Despoiler Commission Complete! (Page 9). Update 10/02/2020 = Corvus Corax Commission Complete! (Page 9). Update 10/02/2020 = Teaser: Corvus Corax Commission (Page 9). Update 06/07/2019 = Leam Russ Commission Complete! (Page 8). Update 05/03/2018 = Teaser: Leman Russ Commission (Page 8). Update 30/01/2018 = Solaris Reaper Space Marine - Single Miniature (page 8). Update 17/07/2017 = Imperial Knight project. Testing Terryn (page 8). Update 20/02/2017 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Triumvirate (Page 8). Update 11/02/2017 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Prayer of completion (Page 8). Update 06/02/2017 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - The Ecclesiarchy (Page 8). Update 03/02/2017 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Buttery biscuit basecoat (Page 8). Update 07/10/2016 = Salamanders. PK FIRE! (page 8). Update 03/10/2016 = Salamanders. Coil, coil melta, and trouble. (Page 8). Update 16/09/2016 = Salamanders. Armour up! (page 8). Update 05/09/2016 = Adeptus Mechanicus. Knowledge is power - Project complete (page 8). Update 30/08/2016 = Adeptus Mechanicus. A warm fuzzy glow (Page 8). Update 27/08/2016 = Adeptus Mechanicus. Darkness (Page 8). Update 22/08/2016 = Salamanders. Annihilation! (Page 7). Update 19/08/2016 = Salamanders. Don't lose your head! (Page 7). Update 12/08/2016 = Salamanders. Bon Anniversaire! (Page 7). Update 15/04/2016 = Salamanders. Devastator Ready! (Page 7). Update 06/04/2016 = Salamanders. A Fiery Red Head. (Page 7). Update 28/03/2016 = Salamanders. A Prophecy is Fulfilled. (Page 7). Update 16/03/2016 = Salamanders. Unto the Anvil! Finally! (Page 7). Update 01/03/2016 = Imperial Knight project. Paint Factory (Page 7). Update 16/02/2016 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Fly on the wings of.. green stuff (Page 7). Update 16/02/2016 = Imperial Knight project. Manufactorum (Page 7). Update 23/01/2016 = Imperial Knight project begins! (Page 7). Update 28/05/2015 = Inquisotr Coteaz reboot. Always TBT; Cloak, Fur and the Force (Page 7). Update 20/05/2015 = Inquisotr Coteaz reboot. A man of the cloth (Page 7). Update 16/05/2015 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Layers of Dakka (page 7). Update 14/05/2015 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 16. Lamp Post Perfected (completed) (Page 6). Update 06/05/2015 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 15. Look for the lights that shall guide you home (Page 6). Update 23/10/2014 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Faith is out shield; having a big ass wall helps (page 6). Update 14/10/2014 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle - Paint dat Dakka Dakka (Page 6). Update 01/10/2014 = The Not-So-Mighty Imperial Navy - Terrain Project 5. Downed Aquila (Page 6). Update 22/09/2014 = Brown. Grey. Red. Black. Forever - Terrain Project 5. Downed Aquila (Page 6). Update 14/09/2014 = Layers. Layers Everywhere - Terrain Project 5. Downed Aquila (Page 6). Update 07/09/2014 = Inquisitor Coteaz reboot. IT HAS PAINT! (Page6). Update 31/08/2014 = All its Base are Belong to Me - Terrain Project 5. Downed Aquila (Page 5). Update 28/08/2014 = Inquisitor Coteaz reboot; Throwback Thursday? Already hit a snag (Page 5). Update 24/08/2014 = Unto the Anvil a Little Too Hard eh? Terrain Project 1 - Land Speeder FINISHED (Page 5). Update 12/06/2014 = L'Ordre Des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Marble; The Basework of Basses + Grey Knights/ Inquisition sneak peak (Page 5). Update 20/05/2014 = In Your Underhive, Destroying Your Buildings. Terrain Project 1 - Land Speeder (Page 5). Update 07/05/2014 = It Came From Urban Space. Terrain Project 5 - Downed Aquila (Page 5). Update 05/05/2014 = Urbanising the Urban Board. Terrain Project 4 - Imperial Building (Page 5). Update 01/05/2014 = Sutorīto Kurētā. Terrain Project 3 - Street Crater (Page 5). Update 29/04/2014 = Gun Speeder? Land Emplacement? Terrain Project 2 & 1 - Gun Emplacement + Land Speeder (Page 5). Update 30/03/2014 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 14. Dusty streets. 12 - 6. (Page 4). Update 28/03/2014 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 13. Streets awash with...wash (Page 4). Update 27/03/2014 = Terrain Project 2 - Gun Emplacement. (Page 4). Update 25/03/2014 = Terrain Project 1 - Land Speeder (Page 4). Update 21/03/2014 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: List revised (Page 4). Update 03/03/2014 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: First shot at a new(ish) dex list (Page 4). Update 15/01/2014 = Killing Them With Kindness part 2 + L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Proof of concept (Page 4). Update 13/01/2014 = More distractions. Killing Them With Kindness. Part 1 (Page 4). Update 11/01/2014 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 12. Light. Camera. Lamppost - The pun I should have used before (Page 3). Update 07/01/2014 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 11. Lights. Camera. Inaction (Page 3). Update 19/12/2013 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 10. Follow the Grey Slab Road (Page 3). Update 09/12/2013 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 9. Turn to Grey (Page 3). Update 20/11/2013 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 8. Base! Done! (Page 3). Update 12/11/2013 = Gaming Board Project. Stage 7. A Strong Learning Curve (Page 3). Update 12/11/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Completion and Hiatus (Page 3). Update 21/10/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: The Final Superior + Gaming Board Project. Stage 6. Paving the Way to Completion (Page 3). Update 26/09/2013 = Salamanders: Trial of the written word, or, concept army lists (Page 2). Update 17/09/2013 = Fission Mailed - Reasons for delay (Page 2). Update 07/09/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Rank, File, Speech and Flight. Infantry built (Page 2). Update 23/08/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: By Faith and Microwaves. Metla Squad complete (Page 2). Update 14/08/2013 = Gaming board project. Stage 5. Testing sand + L'Ordre des Angles - The Sisters of Battle: Retribution. + Something else (Page 2). Update 09/08/2013 = L'Ordre des Angles - The Sisters of Battle: A chip off the old marble block. (Page 2). Update 06/08/2013 = B&C Database error: Posts repaired. (Page 2). Update 00/00/0000 = L'Ordre des Angles - The Sisters of Battle: Worst model ever finished! (Page 2). UPdate 00/00/0000 = Gaming board project. Stage 4. Detailing the street (Page 2). Update 00/00/0000 = L'Ordre des Angles - The Sisters of Battle: Worst model ever! (Page 2). Update 00/00/0000 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Anti Air Guns for Nuns (Page2). Update 00/00/0000 = Gaming board project. Stage 3. Curb your enthusiasm (Page 2). Update 03/07/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Roster ready + Game board project. Delayed. Stage 2.5 (Page 2). Update 19/06/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: The shoulder pad conundrum (Page 2). Update 18/06/2013 = Game board project. Stage 2. Building the layout! (Page 2). Update 15/06/2013 = Game board project. Stage 1. Planning (Page 1). Update 12/09/2013 = Cautiously Joined Istvaan V (Come All Who Dare) Under the Banner of the Salamanders (Page 1). Update 30/06/2013 = L'Ordre des Angels - The Sisters of Battle: Schemes, banners and the task ahead (Page 1). -DH-

Before I go any further, INP, thade if this topic is inappropriate please let me know, or lock it as applicable. Okay, as some may know, I write a few stories in the Librarium's Short stories section and would like some feedback from the members of this sub forum if possible on an SoB story. I'm currently writing a story that covers the origins of my DIY Order, The order of the Dauntless Spirit, and would like to know if it conveys in any accuracy, a Convent and it's Sisters accurately. The story itself is mainly about one Sister Saffron Sera who eventually becomes the Founder and first Canoness of this order. The Convent in question is a small branch of the main order, the Order of the Valorous Heart. Whilst I have read as much as I can about the various Orders of Sisters and know that there are a few Black Library stories with Sisters in (I've only read Daemonifuge), I'd like to know whether what I'm writing is any good. I have had feedback from other members of the board (although I haven't had any for a while ), but who else better than to ask those who are true aficionado's? I'd appreciate any opinions that you might have. I don't have a problem with critical comments, after all, how else is one to improve otherwise? For those who are interested the link for the story is here: A Valorous Heart, a Dauntless Spirit Thank you in advance

Hopefully the title doesn't constitute clickbait. I was browsing dakkadakka.com after running out of threads to read here, and I found a particular thread relevant to my slightly alseep Adepta Sororitas leanings and I was interested in your thoughts. Summary picture for those who'd rather avoid dakkadakka.com: Order (Majoris) of the day: nomnomnom or Warzone Ophelia in the future?

Chapter 1- Shadows of the war High towers pierced a haze filled skyline. Scaffolding stretched to the edge of view, work on hive spire Infernus continued to this day. The great Third war for Armageddon had left no hive unmolested. Down in the smog-choked streets the masses ebbed and flowed in their usual dutiful nature, the work of the Imperium never resting. Among the teeming crowds a woman walked, her ashen skin and ivory robes causing her to stand out among the muted colors and filth. To her flank lining the sides of the street are the downtrodden, the battered poor too worn by the last war to contribute to society. They held their hands skyward in alms, praying for any small mercy. The woman walked among them tracing her fingers along their up turned palms and whispered small prayers. While thrones would serve to fill their empty stomachs, she had none, nor did they care — for only she could provide them with the Emperor's salvation. Walking among these sad souls the woman's attention is grabbed by a peculiar individual. This dirty scarred man wore a worn cloth over his eyes and attached to the side of his head are a perilous looking bundle of cords connected to a hovering servo-skull. He doesn't hold his hands out in alms, but instead outward to invite her forward. "Alloh, mum, wouldn'yah in be interested in 'ere'n the Emperor's way?" The man chortled as he gestured toward a set of cards. The woman recognized them as the Emperor's Tarot, a crude divining of the Emperor's will that was both immensely popular and not entirely sanctioned by the Ecclesiarchy. "Citizen, what is your name?" Her eyes drifted toward the servo-skull, "And how did you come by such an immaculate piece of technology?" Her questions were of an authoritative nature, but her expression was soft. "Alvis, mum, and this is my boy Tobias." The man said with a smile, and as he did so the cadence in his voice changed as if a veil had been lifted. "You must wonder how an old beggar might come by a piece such as this? A fair question." He leaned forward toward the woman and lifted his hand to conceal his words to her ear, "I was an Administrator of the Historium Imperialis in hive Helsreach, good pay you know? Well, in the great war I took my family to shelter in the Historium's sanctorum. Eventually the Green Bastards breached their way in, I thought all was lost when suddenly a battle broke out! Emperor save, Astartes clad in black armor had come to save us! However, in the resulting melee an explosion went off near my family. The flash blinded me, and mortally wounded my son. In his dying breath he lamented not being able to serve the Emperor as I had. I was so distraught that I did the only thing I could think of, I gathered all my wealth and took him to the holy Mechanicum here in Infernus to grant him his dying wish... So now together we spread the word and light of the Emperor." The man smiled to the woman wearily, it was clear reliving those sad few moment weighed heavily on him. She gazed somberly at the Servo-Skull as it's mechanized eyes focused on her face. "He says you look like one of the Emperor's angels mum.." Alvis says breaking the short silence. Smiling she brushes the cheek of the skull in a reassuring manner. "I am merely his daughter Tobias, as you are his son, we are all his children. But I know truly his smile is upon you." "Sister Octavia." A stern female voice interrupts. Recognizing the voice Octavia turns her head to acknowledge it. Standing before her are two women clad in gleaming silver power armor, Battle Sisters of the Argent Shroud. "The Canoness is recalling the Superiors for council, we're here to escort you." The Battle Sister continues, then turns to confirm contact over vox. Sister Octavia glanced back to the old man one last time, "Go in the Emperor's light." She said before turning to follow the Battle Sisters. The teeming masses part, like flowing water around stones, as the entourage made their way back to the transport. The trip took several hours, as the ruined infrastructure of the hive left little option for tracks back to the Astroport. Upon arrival to the port, Octavia was greeted by the sight of several of her fellow Sisters. Many had been deployed to the nearby Hive spires to provide spiritual and medical support to the suffering. Many more had been called in to assist the greatly diminished Arbiter force to reassert order. Within moments they were boarded on the transports and heading toward their base of operation, the Grand Cruiser 'The Pyres of Jubilation'. The ancient voidship had been gifted to the Argent Shroud by the Mechanicus and featured a massive Cathedral which housed it's main gun battery. All around the Cruiser swarmed throngs of support craft and pilgrimage ships, making the trip all the more perilous. Once they had boarded the Jubilation, the Superiors were met by the escort that would lead them to the meeting space. Corridors were filled with chanting and prayer, the air choked with incense, great halls expanded into the distance with filled pews of wailing faithful. This did little to distract the Sisters as they made their way to the command hall. They arrived to the space where none save them could enter, the escort left behind as guard. Entering the command hall, a large room surrounded by monitors and with a large steel table in the center, they found Canoness Carmina with two others by her side. First was Sister Superior Moira Tanneric, a Seraphim, and a legend amongst her peers. Her martial prowess was unmatched among her sisters, and when not on the front lines she could be found by the Canoness's side. The Other was a man, well dressed and highly decorated, he was clearly a member of the Adeptus Arbites. "Sisters, please sit." Canoness Carmina gestured with a hand, her expression one of grim resolve. "This is Arbitrator Lord Griffith, it is an honor to receive him, but he comes bearing ill tidings." Griffith stepped forward and laid a data-slate he had in hand on the table. "Ladies, this is the situation." He flicks his fingers across the data-slate and the monitors machine spirits crackle to life within the room. The screens filled profile photos of dozens maybe even hundreds of missing persons reports. "Two years before Ghazghkull's return we were investigating a sudden influx of missing persons, predominantly from the manufactorum, refinery, and mines beneath the hive. At first we'd considered ganger activity, it's not uncommon for groups to impress heavy industry workers into their ranks, but investigation revealed that the underhive gangers too were suffering from missing members." Griffith thumbs through to a particular profile then continues, "Six months into the investigation one of our own decided to go deep under cover, undergoing extensive cosmetic surgery, in order to blend in and ultimately get abducted." The profile pic shifts from the nondescript miner into the Arbite investigator's dossier. "Within six months he'd uncovered the answer to our mystery... A perverse and massive cult, dedicated to the Emperor, had sprung up in the bowels of the hive. He reported that several of the people we'd interviewed had been involved and had concealed its existence. We'd determined that a purge was the next logical step but our Investigator interjected." Griffith rubs the bridge of his brow in frustration. "He assured us a purge would be insufficient; they were well organized, mobile, and we hadn't located their leadership. So we relented and focused on getting him deeper, once we located the head of command we would make our move." Griffith then removed the smattering of photos and brought up a single image of a handwritten letter. "Six month before the initial invasions our Investigator made contact with us again finally, this letter... In it he details his infiltration of the cult. It's the last communication we had with him before the war began. In fact, after receiving this, related cult activity goes dark. In the letter the Investigator mentions a great tide washing over the Galaxy." Griffith closes the file and the vid screens go dark. "I'm telling you this because 48 solar hours ago reclamation crews returning to the mines uncovered this..." Pulling from a pack on his hip Griffith reveals a poster size swatch of tattered cloth. As he unfurls it, scrawled on its surface is a crudely drawn figure of the Emperor but bearing four arms and a hideously misshapen head. Just as Griffith had unfurled the image, Moira's adamantite combat knife came slamming down into it. "Heresy!" Her voice boomed with rage, and it sent her fellow Sisters into a similar moment of fury. Carmina silently stood by, watching them, until her gaze fell onto Octavia. For her part Octavia sat staring at the blasphemous image with studied examination, interested Carmina lifted a fist to command silence. Even incited with righteous fury, the disciplined Sisters silenced themselves for the Canoness to speak. "Sister Octavia, what seems to be on your mind?" Carmina questioned, her measured tone tempered with some suspicion. "I believe I have seen this Icon before mother, or at least something like it." Judgemental glaces crept across the table toward Octavia as she answered, but not from the Canoness. "Allow me some time to gather research, and I will provide more answers." Carmina noded to Octavio's request, "Make haste." She replied, and Octavia raised from her seat and made her way out. "Please continue sir." Carmina gestured with a hand toward Arbitrator Griffith, He nodded and turned his attention back to the table. "The reclamation crew was attacked after finding the icon, the few survivors that made it back gave descriptions of hideously deformed men and women that appeared from the shadows and struck with murderous fury." The Arbite adjusts uneasy as he continues, "Afterward we mustered a strike force to conduct a purge, 25 men and our last intact Repressor, and began scouring the area where the assault happened. No bodies remained, only bloody streaks and flash marks of las fire." Griffith's expression grows grim as he picks up the data-slate and engages an audio recording file. What followed is the audio of the Arbite strike force, the low hum of the Repressor the only ambient sound. A voice calls out from a distance, "Sir, come have a look, they're stock piling materials." Vox chatter followed and another voice is heard, "Roll out." The sound of the heavy vehicle dominates for several seconds, only barely can one detect the boot falls of the Arbites. The vehicle halts and the strike force can be heard patrolling forward to investigate. "By the Emperor... They've gathered enough materials, the bastards!, we sorely needed those for the war effort!" A gruff voice sounds out, then there is a shout from another direction. Surprise and reactionary fire follow, then the audio erupts into full blown chaos. Shouting, gunfire, and inhuman wailing can be heard and this goes on for several tense minutes. Through the calamity broken vox-chatter can be heard: "A..bush kzz kzzz ..ght, like demons! Kzzz. Kzz... end reinforcements!" Then clear as day, "Emperor rest our souls." An explosion cuts off the rest of the recording, then static. Griffith ends the recording and turns to face Carmina. "Canoness Carmina of the Order of the Argent Shroud, I, Lord Arbitrator Griffith, do formally and before audience request the assistance of the Adepta Sororitas in the matters of purging this malign cult from our sacred Imperium... And further for the retribution for those fallen in the service of our exalted Emperor." He stands rigid, formal, with the dignity of a man of his station but Carmina could peer past the professional guise to the barely contained rage. Her gaze swept then to the room filled with her seated sisters, then to Moira, a silent vote that was unanimous. "Lord Arbitrator, ready your men, you have our support." Carmina nods to Griffith. He returns the nod and excuses himself to leave. Once gone the Sisters set to work, preparing for the purge. Carmina set Moira to the task, having herself further responsibilities. The Canoness was obligated to make contact with members of the Inquisition to give her full report of the incident with the Flesh Tearers Astartes chapter. As the Order itself was critically undermanned, the battle at Helsreach being a considerable loss in particular, Moira gathered the Sisters into four squads: Two battle squads, the heavy support Retributions, and her personal Seraphim squad. Transport would be requisitioned from the local PDF and they would meet with the remaining Arbite forces to coordinate the assault and purge... Meanwhile in the Librarium of the great cathedral, a vast chamber of ten meter high shelves walls filled with seemingly endless books, hunched acolytes and floating Servo-Skulls diligently chronicle and sort the boundless literature held within. This place of scrolls, books, and holo-vids was administered by keepers from the Ordo Dialogus. The Dialogus was in charge of all lore keeping, and was mostly populated by the most keen minded and faithful of the Sisters, as well as those too infirm or injured from battle. It was here that Octavia had gotten her start in the Sisterhood, a religious pilgrim and researcher in a previous life. Octavia's finger roved pages from ancient texts, as she scoured shelves and tomes all seemingly at random, a floating Servo-Skull flittered from some great height bearing a large tome bound and chained as if to keep some evil from escaping. "Well done child." Octavia grinned, taking the tome in hand. With haste she approaches the Chamber Matron, Sister Astinus the senior most member of the Dialogus, and placed the tome before her. Octavia bowed her head low and spoke a small prayer before she continued, "Matron Astinus, I have need of this tome! It is of great importance to the security of the Order. Please, give me leave to take it and provide me the key to unbind it." Sister Astinus's gaze was stern and penetrating, judging the soul of Octavia. With a grimace she nodded slowly, "Take the book, but not from my blessing... It is a terrible thing, one that you will serve penance for, for it hides blasphemy in its pages." With a sneer and scolding look Astinus summoned a thrall to her and it gathered the key and litanies of unbinding. Handing it over to Octavia, Astinus had one last peace to say, "Emperor's Light shield your soul." Octavia bowed respectfully again and made her way out of the Librarium. Heading toward the command hall she noticed the vacating Sisters, lead by Moira, toward some dutiful purpose. The two met eyes only briefly, Moira's expression told Octavia all she needed to know - that she might be too late. Entering the hall Octavia found the Canoness silently staring down at Armageddon. "What have you brought me?" Carmina said without moving. "Canoness! I have reason to believe the blasphemous cult we are about to engage is of alien origin, and wholly more malign than simpler ruinous ones." Octavia said placing the tome on the table. "All cults which pervert the teachings of the Emperor are wholly alien child, what makes this one any different?" Carmina responded, turning toward Octavia. Her eyes fell upon the book then back to Octavia, the expectation clear. Octavia then recited the litanies of unbinding and unsealed the book with the key, the ancient mechanism groaned and creaked from a century of non-use. She turned the heavy pages of the book in search of her quarry, while she had never actually read the tome itself before she had read several treaties based on it. At last she came to the page, an archaic illustration dominated one whole side, it showed a great four clawed beast with a bulbous head commanding over lesser men who grovelled at it's feet. "I believe they belong to the cult of the Genestealer, Canoness." Octavia said, sliding the tome to Carmina. Stepping toward the book, a stern but hesitant expression on her face, Carmina slid the book in front of herself to look. "The Malitiea Cultum Incarnum." She whispers, then turns a glance to Octavia. "Such evil you bring Sister... What am I to learn from this?" Carmina's words were tense. Octavia stepped beside Carmina and points into the book, "Read not the words Canoness, that is my burden, but here the Heretic's addled mind goes into great detail on their appreciation for the effectiveness of the Genestealer's cult structure. There are notes on which tactics may be co-opted." Sensing Carmina's unease, Octavia quickly closed the book and locked it. Carmina stared hard at Octavia, she knew full well the nightmares of the Genestealer and of the Tyranid host, having herself faced this terrible foe. Indeed it was this experience which gave Carmina pause to consider what Sister Octavia was proposing. Carmina walked to the door in silence, instilling some sense of dread into Octavia. Leaning out, the Canoness bade the door attendants to recall Sister Moira for council. Octavia stood firm, resolute in her decision to bring this to the Canoness, as Carmina returned and stood across from her at the table. "We shall wait for Moira..." Carmina said with a sneer looking at the book, then to Octavia. The two waited patiently nearly an hour for Sister Moira to return. Stepping in she was now properly equipped in full battle regalia, her fiery hair and gleaming silver armor invoked the true image of avenging angel. "You summoned me your grace?" Moira said as she knelt before Carmina. "Rise.." the Canoness replied with a wave, "Sister Octavia has returned, she suggested unsettling news... She believes there is sufficient evidence that the cult is of Xenos origin, Genestealer." As Moira listened her eyes drifted toward Octavia with a petulant glare. She grimaced in disgust at the notion of the Xenos and looked back at the Canoness. "If the Sister spent less time with her mind between the covers of a book and put her heart into the work of the Emperor, we'd already be planet side purging this cult." Moira responded with a sneer. "Then again, what are we to expect from a Promethium convert papersmith?" Her tone is biting, but before Octavia had time to even lift a finger in retort, Carmina slammed the table. Both the Sisters went rigid before the Canoness, who stepped up to the power armored Moira. Even though towered by the Sister, the Canoness's presence shrank the woman before her. "Moira... What is your tactical assessment if Octavia's hypothesis tests true?" Carmina speaks calmly and controlled, chillingly so. "A cult against the Emperor cannot be suffered within his domain, Xenos or not... Canoness." Moira responded, not making eye contact with Carmina. The Canoness turned then to Octavia. "Octavia, what options do you suggest as an alternative?" Octavia swallowed hard, collecting herself, and looked to Carmina. "Canoness, we should contact the Ordo Xenos. They will have the proper tools for rooting out this enemy." "The proper tools!?" Moira blurted out in dismay, "What tool beyond your faith is needed to cleanse this blasphemy?" She snarled. "Faith alone does not drive these humans! The perversion of the Xenos takes many forms and absolution by flame may be ineffectual at best and presumptuous at worst!" Octavia retorted and stepped aggressively toward Moira. "Daughters of the Emperor!" Carmina interjected. Looking to Octavia and pushing the book back. "You would have us step down from this task that I have promised the Arbites? Wait for the Holy Ordos to get involved?" Octavia's expression sank, but she mustered her resolve. "Canoness... I mean only to suggest that we inadequately know our enemy, We should seek a strategy of containment while appropriate forces come to cleanse the infestation. One does not suture wounds with a sword." Moira's brow raised as she saw Carmina's demeanor shift. "May I ask a question to Sister Octavia your grace?" Carmina noded quietly, contemplating carefully the situation. "Sister, what force would be required if the Sisterhood is insufficient?..... Who serves the Ordo Xenos?" Moira asked, leaning forward and resting her knuckles on the table lip. Octavia looked toward Moira uncertain, "The Deathwatch of course Sister, but surely...." She halted and became rigid. Confidently Moira cut in, "More Astartes? We know your love for them Lizard daughter, I wonder if by the time they have arrived our report will have made it to the Inquisition? Will word have spread to their kin of our formal request for the righteous destruction of one of their chapters? Perhaps Flesh Tearers will be among the Deathwatch that arrive." Her words were sharp, and cut Octavia, but weren't meant for her. "Enough..." Carmina said, her tone low and purposeful. "There will be no more Astartes with which trust cannot be assured. It will be we few Sisters with the Light of him, which shall purge this menace. Moira, prepare the sisters to depart." Moira nodded then turned to leave, turning a contemptuous glance at Octavia. "Before you go..." Carmina continued, causing Moira to halt. "...Octavia will accompany you, as Consult, she will be acting on my behalf. You will command the strike force, but will take her council into account." Moira turned to face Carmina in shock. Had it been any other person she would have crush them where they stood, instead she stood jaw agape silently. A moment later her composure returned to her and she bowed her head, "Of course your Grace." She replied flatly. "You are dismissed.." Carmina responded, turning her attention to Octavia who also bore a shocked expression. Moira turned and left the room, the heavy footfalls heard disappearing into the distance. "Octavia, I want to teach you a very important lesson." Carmina walked around the table to her. She Lifted her finger and pointed to Octavia's Heart. "Faith is born here, in the furnace of your soul. But, it is refined up here, like the warrior's blade." She continued, lifting the finger to Octavia's brow. "Right now Moira is the Heart, be the Mind. I have tasked her with the care of the battle sisters, I task you with her care... Do not disappoint me." Carmina's stare would have buckled a lesser individual, but tests like this were common to the Sororitas. Octavia bowed her head, "Of course your Grace." Carmina motioned for Octavia to depart, which she did with jubilation. Octavia felt the exhilaration of purpose and the chance to prove herself that she had been yearning for. She would not squander this opportunity nor fail the Canoness. End of chapter 1, more to come

Someone suggested elsewhere the idea of a Holy Crusade army - with a small core of SoB leading a regiment of Imperial Guard. This idea really appealed to me but I'm looking for some advice with regard to implementing it: Firstly, which SoB units to use as the leaders of the crusade. I was thinking St. Celestine and maybe some Priests, but are there any other units I should consider? Second, any suggestions regarding the IG part of the army? I'd like to use primarily infantry but I'm wondering how best to kit them out to represent their being led by SoB. Should I use Meltas and Flamers? Also, should the sergeants have melee weapons or such? Any specific IG units you think would work for this theme? Finally, any other advice or suggestions for this theme? (I've posted this on the SoB section as well, hopefully that's okay.)

Someone suggested elsewhere the idea of a Holy Crusade army - with a small core of SoB leading a regiment of Imperial Guard. This idea really appealed to me but I'm looking for some advice with regard to implementing it: Firstly, which SoB units to use as the leaders of the crusade. I was thinking St. Celestine and maybe some Priests, but are there any other units I should consider? Second, any suggestions regarding the IG part of the army? I'd like to use primarily infantry but I'm wondering how best to kit them out to represent their being led by SoB. Should I use Meltas and Flamers? Also, should the sergeants have melee weapons or such? Any specific IG units you think would work for this theme? Finally, any other advice or suggestions for this theme? (I might post this on the IG section as well.)

Another Friday, another week in the books, and another brand-new Glacial Geek Battle Report! https://youtu.be/eV84ocmLPbw This week my Deathwing take on the Sisters of Battle! Belial strode towards the Teleportarium, his ceramite boots banging loudly against the metal floor. He drew his Sword of Secrets and readied his Storm Bolter as he stepped up onto the platform. He readied himself with the squad of Deathwing Knights arrayed around him checking their weapons. A chapter serf ran into the room with a missive, "Sir, we have been hailed again by the Adeptus Sororitas forces on the planet's surface!" Belial glared at the man, "I made my intentions clear, we are not to respond to their hails until after our mission is over." The surf backed away a half a step, withering under the gaze of the Dark Angel's First Company Master, "Y-yes sir, but this hail seemed more important sir." Belial narrowed his eyes, "What could be so important that it would make you think that I would change my mind?" The serf cleared his throat, "Sir, this hail is coming from the Living Saint, Saint Celestine herself!" Belial paused for a moment, taken for a second with the news, "My orders still stand, no communications with them until we are done here." "Yes sir!" The serf responded as he turned and ran off. Belial stood there for a moment, thinking about the presence of the Living Saint herself being here and what that might mean. "Power coils are fully charged, sir!" called out the Techmarine manning the controls. Belial looked at him and nodded, "Send us down there, Brother." Will the Dark Angels be able to retrieve the information they need, or will Celestine lead her forces against them and stop their mission? Watch and find out!

https://www.blacklibrary.com/new-titles/featured/mercy-eshort.html Nice to see a new story about Sisters, and from what it looks like, a new author too! ^_^

I'm doing a 8th edition Adeptus Ministorum condex, not necessarily because we're in dire need of one, but because I want to I've got some thoughts on how to do AoFs, but no time to type them out right now. For now, here's the unit entries for the 3 Troops choices in the codex. For the most part I'll be working off of my 7E Codex: Adeptus Ministorum and reworking it for 8th (there will be significant paring down of rules to keep in line with the other armies in 8E). I probably won't be changing many weapon stat lines or abilities from the Index list (I'll need a good reason to if I do), but there are a few notes: AoF: like I said, I'm still thinking on it SoF: 6++ and some kind of replacement for Adamantium Will (not the worthless little thing they gave us in the Index, but I haven't thought about it much) Righteous Will: Bonus to Morale checks when the unit contains 10 or more models Heirs of the Sororitas: Wounds may not be allocated to models with this ability as long as the unit contains any models without this ability. Ecclesiarchy Relics: I will carry over all of the relics I resurrected for my 7E codex Thread for Codex: Adeptus Ministorum (7th Edition) Oh, and you can thank Sister Alessia for prompting me to get started on this so quickly :P