by Steve Turner | Nov 6, 2016
The Chaplain spoke through his vox on an open channel. His voice was stiff and amplified. "You are all traitors to the Imperium of mankind. To put it simply I see before me a group of back stabbers without any dignity. You have no redeeming values and would even turn...
by Steve Turner | Nov 5, 2016
by Steve Turner | Nov 2, 2016
by Steve Turner | Nov 1, 2016
The Blood Angels Chaplain wore a golden skull mask embedded into his ancient helm. Silver fangs erupted from the snub grill covering his mouth. He bound up high onto a stony rock formation grasping at a clutch of fragmentation grenades clipped to his utility belt. He...