Siege of the Citadel


Rotten mutants and hideous undead poured in from all directions. The Brotherhood were deep inside the Citadel. Warriors all, led by a powerful Keeper of the Art. Each wore the armoured suits and flowing robes of the Church’s elite operatives.

“Detonate!” barked Keeper Septima.

The Brotherhood trooper nodded, pressed his detonator, and all around the unholy base corridors exploded into crimson-tinged fire. The attacking Blessed Legionnaires appeared to flinch at the sound, not in surprise or fear, knew Septima, but as their dark master sent new instructions.

It didn’t matter what the master sent – the blasphemous mutants were swiftly cut down. Keeper Septima was a whirlwind of death, her castigator spear cutting down the horde in seconds. Every time the diseased faces of the Blessed twisted into a grateful smile just before they expired.

“Enough!” came a grating demonic scream.

The last doorway was wide open, and there stood Demnogonis’ Overlord with her elite guard of necromantic curators. Tall, proud, and overflowing with putrid evil.

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