Carolyna Kiniun

Sister Carolyna Kiniun clad in her battle attire

The Battle Sisters of the Adepta Sororitas' Order of the Bloody Rose; Incorruptible beacons of faith in the God-Emperor or just as fallible as any other mortal? While it is exceptionally rare for a sister to fall into the claws of Chaos, it is not impossible. One such sister is Carolyna Kiniun...The Angel of Anarchy. Ripped from the loving of the Emperor by a god long thought forgotten, Carolyna is seen as a mad woman, a true agent of destruction and anarchy, but still a lethal warrior and a warrior that has recently been accepted into The Foretoken.

## History

Carolyna Kiniun was born 42 short years ago within the thick armoured walls of Research Station UD-4L upon the Death World of Bhayam-Prime. The planet was barely larger than the holy Forge World of Mars but held a wealth of knowledge. Under its surface were vast veins of strange ores and impossible streams of flowing liquids. Prowling the planet's surface, one could find a vast number of lethal, and brutally predatory creatures of all shapes and sizes. However, within the walls of UD-4L, the Imperial researchers felt safe from all the planet threw at them. They had an Imperial Guard company, thick armoured walls, and a number of the researchers also carried a weapon with them at all times.

Upon Bhayam-Prime there was a power couple that ruled the planet with both an iron fist and wickedly smart minds. This couple comprised of the Lead Researcher and her husband, the Head Administrator in charge of the system data and resource acquisition. While running the Imperial presence on the planet, the two people were also the parents of a young girl who would one day become known as Carolyna Kiniun. The Lead Researcher was a woman of great intelligence, who seemed to always have a fact or figure usable in any given situation, and was never afraid to tear a junior researcher down when they got too big for their boots. The Administrator was undeniably just as intelligent as his wife. Instead of spending his life studying artefacts, creatures and materials, the administrator could normally be found with his head buried in the mountain of data that had been either received from, or was to be sent to, the Adeptus Administratum.

Carolyna's childhood was pleasant, while by no means being easy. She was almost constantly being taught one thing or another or going out on small exploration missions with her mother. By the age of seven Carolyna was reading at a level many times her age, having worked her way through a large portion of her parent's libraries. She could also handle a weapon, having been given a small custom las-rifle by the captain of the Guard, and had even even been involved in several small research discoveries. She had a small group of friends, mainly people who could put up with her lightning-quick thought process and slightly unhinged trains of thought. Carolyna always seemed deep in thought about one thing or another, and her mind often jumped from one topic to another, sometimes even while she was still talking about the first thing.

However, it was also at the age of seven that the girl's comfortable life was shattered and dashed against the rocks. Within the menial workers of the Research Station, mutterings of discontent had begun to ripple through their numbers. It was in Carolyna's seventh year when this discontent finally came to a head. A rebellion started within the menial ranks, with a number of the Guardsmen joining their cause, and quickly spread through the sub-research stations on the planet. With a large percentage of the menials, multiple heavily armed guardsmen, and the element of surprise. the rebellion quickly gained a foothold on the planet. The opening stages of the rebellion saw a coordinated assault upon the planet's leadership...bringing them under a brutal and bloody assault. Among these leadership figures were the Head Administrator and the Lead Researcher. The couple had been together in the Researcher's office when the assault began. One moment they were enjoying each other's company; the next saw the office's door kicked in as a series of flash grenades were thrown in. While the pair's eyes still burned, and their ears still rang, three armed menials, led by a guardsman, charged in; within a matter of seconds, the couple had been forced to the ground and restrained. Dragged out in front of the rebels, the couple were forced to reveal the secrets of the research station before both being summarily executed...an anticlimactic end to two great Imperial citizens.

While all the opening stages of the rebellion were underway, Carolyna had fortunately been on a minor exertion with two guardsmen she had grown close to over the years. The guardsman's radio lit up with chatter from the main compound as they slowly approached the station on their return journey. However, as they drew near, the radio chatter changed; gone were the sounds of battle, gone were the barked commands, and in its place were the sounds of celebration and dark, terrible chants...The Imperium had lost Research Station UD-4L.

And thus, the seven-year-old Carolyna, with her mini-las rifle in hand, and the two guardsmen she called friends set out to survive in the most inhospitable location they could imagine. They no longer had the strength of numbers nor the protection of the Research Station's armoured walls. Instead, they were stranded in the wilderness of Bhayam-Prime with limited food, water and ammunition with only one goal...to survive. This goal saw the small group moving from makeshift shelter to makeshift shelter. They hunkered down in ancient crumbling buildings, and under twisted, rough-barked trees. Occasionally, though the group launched small, stealthy raiding runs on the rebellion's resource stocks and transport caravans; it was with these little resources, heavy rationing, and almost constant fighting or avoidance of the local fauna that most of the group was able just about to survive.

For longer than a month, the group was just about able to survive in the deadly wild of Bhayam-Prime. Within this period, one of the guardsmen met his grizzly end at the hand of both a local creature known simply as the Black Serpent and a rebellion patrol. However, the group's fearful hiding ended when a pair of vehicles, a Valkyrie Transport Ship and a Valkyrie Sky Talon, descended from orbit towards the planet's surface. Upon nearing the planet's surface, the Valkyries' passengers disembarked; twelve elite Tempestus Scion Drop Troopers and two Drop Sentinels. The elite trooper swiftly got to work reclaiming the planet. Of course, the Imperium cared not for the citizens who had been captured; however, they did care for the research and materials that had been left behind when the planet fell to the rebellion.

It took the Tempestus Scions only a matter of hours to regain the Research Station. The defending rebellious soldiers had been unprepared for the violence of the sudden attack, and they were all significantly out-skilled by the Scions. The twelve Scions could practically walk through the defenders and, within an hour, retook the Research Station with the death of only three of their members and the wounding of one more. The Scions quickly set to work collecting the abandoned research and any salvageable materials. Aware that the planet was once again under Imperial control, the remaining guardsman, and the young girl under his care, carefully approached the Scions.

The pair was quickly restrained and loaded aboard a Valkyrie, which had remained a short distance away. Soon the remaining Scions, their crafts, and the two prisoners returned to the orbiting void ship. It was aboard that ship that the two survivors of Bhayam-Prime were interrogated. For almost six hours, the pair underwent intense interrogation, psychic screening and checks for any forms of Chaos corruption. Finally, it was concluded that the pair were still just as loyal as ever and could be reintegrated into the Imperium. The pair, who had been together for more than a month, was finally split apart...each of them sent their own way. The Guardsman returned to his regiment, and his young charge was sent to one of the most legendary schools in the Imperium...The Schola Progenium.

For the moment she donned the grey robes of a progena Carolyna's life became a hell of drills, discipline, and prayer. Her faith was forged into a shield and her mind into a razor's edge. The young girl was starved, beaten, and forced to pray and contemplate her failings day in and day out. At first, she was taught to read and write to a level that a member of the Adeptus Administratum would be impressed. She was drilled on the Imperial Creed until she could recite it from memory while still asleep. Next came the extensive history, politics and rhetoric of the Imperium and those who stood loyal in its defence.

Along with this came memorisation and contemplation on the hundreds of Imperial Saints throughout Imperial history. Alongside that Carolyna was taught leadership, how to command, how to garner respect and how to get people to do what she needed them to do when she needed them to do it. All this training was overseen by the Schola Progenium's long-feared Drill Abbots, hardened veterans who had spent most of their life in the Imperial Military and remained just as loyal as when they first began. Men and women of unparalleled toughness, relentlessness and unforgiving brutality.

Throughout all of this, the girl was constantly trained to increase her physical endurance, agility, and skill at arms. She was made to run untold miles in full heavy carapace armour, and ran intense obstacle courses with razor wire, explosives, and thick mud. All while under live fire. She had to endure Terran days in the deadly wilderness with little food and weaponry as the planet itself tried to kill her. Luckily for the young girl, this had been a large portion of her childhood...she knew how to keep herself alive. However, then came the Trail of Compliance. A multi-day gruelling challenge pushed the now 18-year-old Carolyna further than anything before.

The Drill Abbots had decided that Carolyna was an excellent fit to join the sisters of the Adepta Sororitas and, from there, the legendary Sisters of Battle. So as the young woman peacefully slept one night, she, along with a small band on the same path, was injected with a high-dosage cocktail of various drugs; hallucinogenic, paranoia inducers, and wakefulness-promoting agents. The group was swiftly moved into a winding maze far beneath the Progenium, and the doors were locked. It was in there, alone in almost total darkness; the group was abandoned for two whole weeks. They were given only a knife, enough food for a week (All laced with more of the cocktail), and nothing else. They were given no information, no goal and no way to block the cocktail of drugs almost constantly pumped into the air.

For two long weeks, the potential sisters had to fight against the beasts released into the maze alongside them, all while combating dehydration, malnutrition, sleep deprivation and terrifying hallucinations of their worst nightmares. Furthermore, the vast maze had been done up with decorations, carvings and furniture reminiscent of that used by the forces of Chaos. Unknown to them, the recruits' goal simply was to survive for the week. They had to find water and food or survive without it, they had to fight the beasts they came across, and they had to deal with the terrible vision they were constantly plagued with. Moreover, the Drill Abbots observed the group for the two weeks to ensure they fell onto their faith when it was needed. By the end of the two weeks, only four of the potential recruits remained; the beasts had killed three, two had succumbed to dehydration, one had been reduced to babbling wrecks by their hallucinations, the Drill Abbots had indirectly killed one, and one flunked out of the Adepta Sororitas as she never relied on her faith. However, one of the four survivors was a young woman known as Carolyna Kiniun.

Upon the completion of the Trial, the maze was flooded with a potent knockout gas and the surviving recruits were extracted. Upon waking after this event, the recruits could do nothing more than wait, although their training didn't let up. A week after the Trial came Selection Day. As the small group sat in the Schola's main hall, the Schola's orbit was filled with voidships from all branches of the Imperium. With the appearance of the first ship, the incantations, chants and incense started to fill the air. These would continue from dawn to dusk, but Carolyna only had to wait a few hours. Among the vast number of warships was a single ship. Almost cathedral-like in design, blood red in colouration, and full of chanting and prayers to rival the Schola itself. The voidship came from the ancient Order of the Bloody Rose from the Adepta Sororitas' Convent Sanctorum on Ophelia VII.

Taken on board the ship along with a handful of other women, Carolyna entered the next stage of her training. The voidship left the Schola to begin its weeks-long journey to Ophelia VII. Upon the trip, the recruits were drilled on the traditions and history of the Adepta Sororitas. Finally, the group completed their journey and arrived on Ophelia VII, and the convent found there. Within Convent Sanctorum Carolyna was subjected to two months of arduous and taxing tests that aimed to gauge if she would be a fit for the Sisterhood. Throughout this time, she was also further taught the Adepta Sororitas' history and tradition along with the basic training of the sisterhood.

As the two months drew to an end the novice sisters were gathered within the Convent's great hall where they would learn the future that the Emperor willed for them. They stood before the top canonesses and palatines of the convent and the great Prioress herself, and their names were read out, along with the order they were to join. As this mammoth task was undertaken, the novices, along with the attending sworn sisters, chanted prayers of the Imperium to honour the decision as correct.

"Katarinya Drake...Orders Famulous...Order of the Key. Sabitha Veres...Orders Militant...Order of the Valorous Heart. Aliciya Praxia...Orders Dialogous...Order of the Quill." On and on the names and assignments were called by the attending Canoness. For hours they were called until finally, it came to Carolyna's "Bridget Huntir...Orders Hospitaller...Order of the Eternal Candle. Cristina Flynt...Orders Militant...Order of Our Martyred Lady. Carolyna Kiniun...Orders Militant...Order of the Bloody Rose."

With her name called out, Carolyna approached the stage. Before Carolyna's foot had even touched the step, a woman clad in blood-red robes had taken her arm and hurried her to the side and through a small side door. Thus began Carolyna's life in the order whose ship had taken her from the Schola months prior. It was then that the most challenging part of Carloyna's life began; she had thought her time on Bhayam-Prime had been hard, she thought her years in the Schola had been Hell, but her time training with the Bloody Rose was unlike anything else. She was trained to use bolters, blades and any other weapon she may be required to use as a sister, she was indoctrinated in her new order's beliefs, traditions and tactics. It was with this training that Carolyna became a true novice of the Order of the Bloody Rose...for three years. Half of these years were spent within the convent learning all she needed to know, and half of them were spent on the battlefield alongside those that would soon be her sisters. Finally, at the start of the fourth year, Carolyna finally passed her training. Presented before her orders canonesses superior, the woman, now almost twenty-two years of age, was presented with her blood red armour, ebon black vestments, and her blessed bolter.

For eight years, Carolyna fought as a battle sister. For eight long years, she was a fearfully loyal warrior utilizing a bolter and chain sword alongside her armour. She was a brutally effective warrior, able to operate with her team effortlessly while remaining highly faithful and devoted to the Imperium and its God-Emperor. Time and time, the young sister proved herself and her skills on battlefields across the galaxy and against foes of all types. At the age of thirty Carolyna was approached by a Canoness of her order with an offer.

The canoness had been approached by a Seraphim Superior of the orders Seraphim troops; she had been watching Carolyna on the battlefield and felt that the young woman would be ideally suited to join her warriors. She was agile, loyal, faithful to a fault, and deadly with a pistol while on the move. Thus Carolyna was swiftly transferred from the rank-and-file Battle Sisters to the elite airborne ranks of the Seraphim. Dual bolt pistol replaced her bolter and, from the air, she hunted the battlefield for Heretics and brought the Emperor's swift judgement down upon them. An avenging angel, she descended upon the battlefield haloed in the light of the dawn sun or framed in a brilliant evening moon. She was a winged warrior dispensing lethal fire from both her hands. It was during this time that Carolyna learned three crucial things. First, she learned the freedom that came from taking to the open sky, and she loved it. Next, she learned how to handle two weapons without sacrificing accuracy from either and finally; she learned just how much of an impact her presence had on those below her.

For five years, Carolyna served as a Seraphim, and was very good at what she did. The woman was quickly on track to gain the role of Seraphim Superior and be placed in command of her own Seraphim squad. However, during a battle on the planet of Vaetima IIV Carolyna's downfall truly began. At thirty-five Terran years of age, Carolyna had just dove past an enemy commander in an attempt to open up his defence to allow her sisters to make the killing shot. As she pulled upwards to turn and dive again, a shiver ran down her spine, a shiver that caused the hair on her arms to stand upright and her eyes became unfocused on the world. A moment later, the woman slammed into the solid ground, her arm snapping underneath the impact.

It was due to this faltering in her mental process that Carolyna approached her superior with a request. She had faltered in service to the Emperor; an unknown force had interfered with her actions, and her failure had put her sisters in danger. In Carolyna's mind, she had failed in her efforts...she wanted to take the Repentia Oath. After two full days of being studied for any chaotic interferences, Carolyna's request was granted. And so the woman found herself kneeling, in the main chamber of her order's chapel, before her sisters, all in attendance clad in their blood-red armour. However, aside from Carolyna herself, all the sisters stood in a circle around the kneeling woman.

"I am far from absolution. Lost to any exculpation. I offer myself to repentance. Before the Emperor, I have sinned. Beyond forgiveness. Beyond forbearance. Beyond mercy." With her final word echoing around the chamber, her sisters stepped forward, closing in on Carolyna with a silent determination. A moment later, the warriors' hands had closed around Carolyna's wargear and pulled it from her body...tossing it aside.

"We turn our backs on you. We cast off your armour, and your arms" Carolyna's sisters' Voices spoke with no hatred but with a quiet disappointment that brought Carolyna more shame and hurt than any shouting could have.

"I leave this company of my own free will, and by my will shall I return. I shall seek the Emperor's forgiveness in the darkest places of the night." Even with the pain of her sisters' words hanging heavy in her heart Carolyna's Voicesdidn't falter or tremor as she spoke. Not even as her raven hair was pulled back and roughly shorn from her head by the blade of a knife did she let her pain show.

"When forgiveness is yours, we shall welcome you back. Until such time you are nameless to us." And there it was...her sisters had turned away from her, and she had become unknown. A nameless pennant until such a time as she redeemed her name.

"See me and do not see me. Know me and know fear, for I have no face today but this one. I stand before you a Sister Repentia until absolution finds me once more." Carolyna accepted the words of her sisters and her path as a Repentia. She may one day redeem her failures and return to their ranks, but until such a time as that, she was faceless...nameless...a repentia until that time or until her death.

"So shall it be." A final word from Carolyna's superior officer sealed the oath and made her new path official.

Carolyna's eyes turned silently to the ground as she contemplated her failures. Even as those she once called sisters made their way out of the chapel, leaving Carolyna alone with the officer, she didn't utter a word and didn't raise her gaze from the cold hard ground. A short moment later, the officer started to recite an intensive number of litanies, oaths, chants and prayers with one straightforward goal...to stoke the flame of Carolyna's faith into the roaring inferno she would need to complete her Emperor given task. For almost two hours, Carolyna was berated for her actions, preached to, and instructed of her new role within the Order of The Bloody Rose. Finally, with her faith burning but her self-confidence practically shattered, Carolyna was handed over to her new Mistress of Repentance.

So, clad in the tattered robes of a Sister Repentia Carolyna was given the weapon she would now take to the field of battle; a titanic double-handed chain sword fitted with a crude and brutal version of a power swords disruption field...a sword known simply as an Eviscerator. A great weapon that could just as quickly cleave a warrior in two as it could cut into the armour plating of a Leman Russ and within the hands of a faith fuelled Repentia the Eviscerator was truly a weapon to be feared.

Surprisingly, Carolyna fought as a Repentia for four long, blood-stained years, especially surprising due to her lack of armour. She charged into battle, her Eviscerator roaring in her hand against countless foes on countless battlefields across the galaxy. She felt the sting of a neural whip on her bare back time and time again. Before every battle, the lash of her Mistress' whip bit into her exposed skin in an attempt to stoke the fire of her faith to a fever peak...and that it did. Her fury and faith increased with every bite, and her focus on the task at hand was honed to a razor's edge. However, with every jolt of pain drawn from the whip's barbed tip, a feeling settled into Carolyna's mind. It was only there for a moment, such a short flash of time that the woman thought it was nothing more than her mind screaming out in pain before she forced the thoughts back down. But it was there...every time...and every time the faithful Carolyna turned her back on it and forced it back to the dark recedes of her mind; this went on for four whole years, countless battles and innumerous foes. However, throughout these four years, Carolyna never redeemed herself but did make a name for herself as a fearless warrior who brought destruction in her wake and true terror into the heart of her foes. She was a true force for the Emperor and a brutal combatant against all who stood in her way.

Although she may have been highly skilled, those very same skills would soon be her downfall...one dark and damned day. The Order of The Bloody Rose had been deployed to a small planet where a heretical governor had come to power and needed to be removed. Due to the fact that the governor had the Planetary Defence Force at their command, an entire company was deployed alongside two platoons of Sister Repentia. Among their number was one Carolyna Kiniun; she fought on the front lines shoulder to shoulder with her sisters. Her platoon waded through their foes, leaving a path of blood and eviscerated bodies in their way. However, their foes didn't go down without a fight; for every twenty foes the Repentia cut down, one of their numbers fell in return.

However, the tides of battle turned in an instant when a Section of twelve Astartes entered the battlefield. Clad in suits of nigh impenetrable power armour, greater than even the suits worn by the Sisters themselves, the marines strode unhindered through their new foes; within seconds, their armour, quartered jet and pearl, was splattered crimson with blood. Moreover, the Adepta Sororitas had taken heavy losses, and the Sister Repentia had been wiped out almost to a member. Out of Carolyna's platoon, only three remained...The Mistress Repentia, a Repentia by the name of Iona, and Carolyna herself. However, as the inferno of their faith blazed within them, even as the bodies of their fallen sisters surrounded them, the trio prepared to dive back into combat.

Carolyna took a step forward; a shiver ran up her spine; she took another step, and her mind went blank; she took another step, and a Voicesrang through her mind.

"Carolyna Kiniun...Disgraced sister of the Adepta Sororitas. You walk a path bound by unwavering rules and restricting commandments. You live controlled by those who know not your mind, and yet they still dictate your actions. You know it not, but your heart yearns for freedom, vengeance against those that have hurt you, and destruction of that which stands in your path." Something started to lodge its dark claws into the back of Carolyna's mind. "Under my banner, you will have the freedom you so deserve. Cut yourself free from the chains that bind you and become a Daughter of Malice!"

Carolyna wasn't sure, at the time, why she did what she did, but her mind seemed to slip from reality for a fraction of a second; she almost seemed to freeze in the middle of her step, her eyes clamped shut. However, a moment later, her eyes snapped open. Gone were the warm brown eyes she had had all her life, and in their place were two turbulent swirling black and gold whirlpools that seemed to twitch and snap around the battlefield. While the woman's mind was her own, her body totally under her control, something whispered her dark promises, and her outlook on the galaxy seemed twisted and changed from the once furiously loyal sister.

As her eyes snapped open, Carolyna didn't hesitate to suddenly pivot on her toes and rev her Eviscerator. Using the momentum from her sudden movement, she threw the giant weapon outwards, her hands clamped around its handle, and easily forced the blade through Iona's unarmoured torso. With a slight chuckle building in her throat, Carolyna turned to face the woman who called herself a Mistress Repentia. Carolyna's Eviscerator gently growled in her hand as her newly coloured eyes fell on the helmet of the Mistress Repentia.

"Mistress...mistress...mistress..." Carolyna chuckled as she spoke. "The lash of a whip and the crack of the gun..." Within a heartbeat, the Mistress Repentia had lashed out with her whip in an attempt to force Carolyna to the ground before she finished the poor girl off. However, Carolyna's arm shot out a plucked the snapping tail of the whip from the air. A moment later, she wrapped the weapon around her arm and started slowly winding the Mistress closer. Even as pain like no other coursed through her body, causing veins and muscles to tense against her pale skin, Carolyna's mind stayed focused. Even as her muscles screamed in exertion, Carolyna pulled her power armoured foe towards her with surprising, methodical ease. "...these sounds of anarchy are music to our ears. While you allow yourself to be bound in an armour of faith and loyalty to a pitiful Emperor who has left you to die...We strive forth into a galaxy unbound and unrestricted."

The Mistress Repentia screamed something about Carolyna being a dammed sinner and a heretic to the Imperium. However, the woman didn't hear a single word...the only words that echoed in her ears at that time were the Voices that giggled and whispered into her mind, brilliant Voices that made dark and beautiful promises of power and freedom from all that would hold her back. "Yes I know...be quiet!" Carolyna hissed at the Voicesin her mind as she turned back to the Mistress. "We pity you, we truly do, so *sister* we shall grant you release from the chains that bind you. Vale soror. Libertatem in morte invenias."

In the next moment, Carolyna wrenched the whip towards her and the mistress along with it. Using the woman's momentum as she was pulled towards her Carolyna forced her tensed fingers through the seal between her helmet and her neck. In one swift movement, Carolyna ripped the helmet from off her head, breaking her nose and cutting up the flesh. A moment later, Carolyna had ripped the neural whip out of the Mistress' hand. With a sharp twist of her body, Carolyna forced the blunt end of the handle through the bridge of the Mistress' nose. The Mistress crumpled to the floor with a solid thud only a second later.

Looking down at her blood-soaked hands, Carolyna was shocked. The strength that had come over her to allow the blunt object to be forced through bone was immense...truly unlike anything she had experienced before. A moment later, another thought came over the blood-soaked woman, how had she been left alone to enact her revenge? Slowly she looked around, and a moment later, her eyes fell on the three Astartes who had set up a perimeter around her. Working as a squad, the three armoured warriors forced back the Sisters of Battle that attempted to approach Carolyna. They fought in utter silence, almost instinctively knowing where the others were and where they needed to be. However, as Carolyna's eyes fell upon one, a titan of a man wielding a power axe in one hand and a bolt pistol in the other, he started to speak.

"Sister...The Outcast God has claimed your soul...you belong to his blood-soaked crusade. We fight in his name and have protected you this day. However, your life is now yours to guard...it has been commanded that you venture out to bring destruction in his name."

The titanic Astartes stepped towards Carolyna, whose head remained bowed as he approached. For a moment, the woman thought her journey might end there, but in truth it was on that blood-soaked battlefield that her journey truly began. The Astartes, sheathing his axe, crouched low as his great hand clamped around the body of the murdered mistress, and he plucked her body up from the ground. Tossing the body over his armoured shoulder, the Astartes picked up the Misstress' removed helmet and strode off across the battlefield. He took only a moment to gesture that Carolyna should follow before he started to move.

The pair, flanked by the other two marines, moved across the battlefield away from the ongoing carnage of war. Carolyna couldn't help but weigh the two weapons she held in her hands, even as she walked. In one, she held the great eviscerator that had been at her side for years; for only a moment, she considered tossing it aside, but she quickly thought better. In the other hand, Carolyna held the blood-soaked whip that had once belonged to her Mistress and had time and time again bit into the flesh of her own back.

As they walked, a thought came over Carolyna's mind, a thought she would have never dreamed of before...could she take the Astartes that walked with her? The Astartes had always been the angels of the Emperor and an unstoppable force in the galaxy. However, now she wondered if she would be able to not only beat the Astartes, but utterly destroy them and cast them into the mud beneath her feet; however, just as quickly as the thought came into her mind. it was gone like a whisper in the wind.

Instead of thoughts of fighting the Astartes Carolyna's mind was now only filled with a low incomprehensible, and chuckling whisper and thoughts of the small ship that had appeared on the horizon. A small Fury Interceptor starfighter sat low on a rock outcrop. The ship was decorated with Imperial iconography but was smattered with the pox marks of battle. As the small group drew nearer, the Astartes gestured towards the cockpit, indicating that Carolyna should take a seat. Of course she wasn't going to argue, and the young woman scrambled up the ship and dropped into the pilot's seat.

"The ship is yours. It was recently...liberated from the hands of the damned Imperium, but the Librians now dictate it shall serve His will. The navigation cogitator has been programmed to take to Frayvet...a liberated research station. There a more...suitable ship is waiting." The marine spoke with such a tone that it was clear he didn't want to be helping this less warrior in any capacity. However, unknown to Carolyna, the warband's Librarians had received visions of her fall and that Lord Malice had need of her thus...the marines had no choice but to set her out on her journey. "Your first kill in Malice's name..." The Astartes dropped the body of the Mistress into the ship's rear seat and gently tossed the helmet towards Carolyna herself. "Do with it as you will" The helmet struck the woman square in the chest with enough force to push the air from her lungs, and she swore it caused at least one of her ribs to crack. "Now go...our charge to protect you is done." The three Astartes turned away from Carolyna and ran back towards the battle.

It took Carolyna almost five whole minutes to figure out how the ship worked; she hadn't been behind the controls of a voidcraft since her training years. However, once she figured it out, the woman was able to clumsily lift up off the ground and into the Void around the planet. Under her clumsy controlling and the ship's automated navigation system, Carolyna's new vessel propelled her through the Void, with short dips into the twisting Warp, towards her goal for an entire week. As her ship flew, Carolyna occupied herself in two ways. First, she stripped the Mistress of her armour, cladding herself in the base layer and the great suit of power armour before flushing the mistress' body into the Void. Second, she talked and joked with the Voices that whispered in her mind at all times of the day. However, eventually, Carolyna arrived on Frayvet, now fully embracing the pull of Chaos and all that came with it. The research station was a small orbital platform above a minor dwarf planet, but the thing that caught Carolyna's eye was the small voidship currently docked with the platform. The ship was an old battered craft that had clearly been in countless battles throughout its history and went by the name The Stone Heart.

The Stone Heart was commanded by an elderly Rogue Trader named Vilhulm, who had long ago fallen to Chaos. Thus Carolyna was quickly welcomed on board as a warrior of the Dark Gods, and, given her own quarters onboard the ship, she was allowed to go about her days alone. However, soon made her presence known to all that lived onboard. She made the mortals fearful as she wandered the corridors muttering to the Voices in her head, and she was frequently found arguing with the small number of Astartes on board and refusing to back down even as the tension increased. Carolyna was a feature onboard the ship, for a whole year, occasionally finding herself being used to plan breaches of structures, or large scale destruction. However, as Carolyna entered her fourth decade of life she made the decision to leave the Rogue Trader to venture out into the galaxy on her own.

She left for one simple reason...the Voices told her to. As she sat in her quarters tending to her armour and weapons, the Voices started to whisper to her. She was once again starting to be bound by unseen chains, starting to lose her freedoms, and somewhere out there something was waiting for her. Someone out in the galaxy, there was a people waiting for her arrival, a people who, the Voices whispered, who were linked to Carolyna's destiny. Thus over the next month and a half, Carolyna slowly gained a crew of her own, although they barely numbered ten people. Finally, Carolyna, at the head of the small group, made her way into the hanger and, with the aid of her plasma pistol, took command of a small transport ship and set out into the galaxy once again.

For two long and incredibly tough years, Carolyna, and her small band of allies, traveled through the galaxy onboard the transport ship. Throughout the two years, Carolyna lost several allies but gained many more. She landed on countless planets, always seeking the people the Voices had told her about. She even spent a small amount of time traveling with other allies of Chaos and working alongside their goals. Carolyna often said she was guided by the Voices and followed them through the galaxy to end up where she needed to be.

Finally, after two years and at forty-two, Carolyna found what she was looking for. Within the Segmentum Obscurus, she found the Eye of Terror, and within the Eye of Terror, she found a planet. Slightly larger than Terra the planet had been twisted and corrupted by the dark and terrible powers of the Warp. However, as the planet came into sight, the Voices whispered to Carolyna..."Our journey has come to an end. This is where we needed to be". As the woman's helmsman turned towards the planet, she stood behind them, gazing out of the primary viewport, her hand resting on her weapons and a smile resting on her lips.

"Take us down there!" Carolyna commanded the helmsman to land the ship in a clearing a short distance from the fortress that dominated the planet's skyline.

As the ship approached the planet, the surrounding shadows, debris and Immaterium seemed to reach out, almost as if to touch the ship and drag it down. However, just before they touched the craft, it almost appeared as if an unseen force repelled them away. And thus, the ship continued to descend toward the planet. However, a moment after, the helmsman slowed down, and a moment before he pulled up on the controls to land the ship, Carolyna suddenly drew her pistol. With a single movement, she leveled the weapon on the back of the helmsman's skull and pulled the trigger. The plasma bolt burned through the man's head and slammed into the control panel. Instantly, the small number of allies remaining on the bridge dashed towards Carolya with two goals: To restrain her and to pull the ship out of its nose dive. However, they never got a chance; with a sharp twist of her body Carolyna thrust her Halberd out and forced its axe-head blade through the charging people's torsos. A second later, a series of dull thuds filled the air as they slumped to the floor.

With a slight chuckle bubbling up in her throat, Carolyna chatted with the Voices and turned from the bridge. Starting to walk off the bridge and into the ship, Carolyna holstered her pistol and awaited the impact. Over the last two years, Carolyna had learnt her ship and its structure; she knew what points were strong and where it could survive an impact. Moreover, the Voices in her mind guided her through the ship and aided in her location of a place that would survive the coming impact. The impact that came a moment later as the ship ploughed into the surface of The Crimson Heart with a deafening sound that echoed around the planet. The ship burned for almost half an hour and cracked as more minor explosions tore through what remained before Carolyna emerged from the burning wreckage. Her armour was singed and coated with soot and debris, but Carolyna was surprisingly unharmed.

Around her, the decimated bodies of those who used to be her allies lay, but Carolyna paid them no mind as she walked towards the great doors of The Crimson Heart. Each step brought her closer with the crunch of ceramite, and the thud of her halberd's shaft, on the dirt below her feet. Before she even drew near enough to the door to knock upon its surface or before she was able to shout out to whoever was inside, a voice crackled out from within.

"You stand upon The Crimson Heart, the ancient home of The Foretoken. The door before you is barred until such time as you prove your worth. Venture out to the wilds and kill the beast known as a Chimera. Claim a trophy from the felled creature and return. At that point, return to this door, and your entrance may be allowed."

Carolyna was about to open her mouth in response, but the Voices silenced her almost immediately. They would guide her across the planet and aid in her hunt for the beast she was tasked to kill. Staying silent, Carolyna turned from the door and walked away into the chaos of the Crimson Heart. In that chaotic and untamed wild, Carolyna spent eleven hours wandering and fighting the beasts that hunted her until she finally found a deep scratch on a tree that the Voices muttered belonged to the Chimera she needed. A second later, the scratch vanished as the tree healed its wounds. However, Carolyna had what she needed...a start. For eleven full days and eleven full nights, the woman stayed in the wild as she tracked the impossible beast across an impossible planet, led by Voices that were more impossible than both.

However, on the dawn of the twelfth day the Voices once again muttered words to Carolyna that would lead her to victory. They spoke of a small valley in the planet that would aid in the beast's capture if only she could lead it through. Moreover, the Voices led her across a plain until she came across a mound of dirt and immaterium that pulsed with raw energy. Slowly approaching, Carolyna held her whip in one hand and her halberd in the other as her eyes remained locked onto the mound before her. Suddenly, as Carolyna stood only a matter of meters away, the mound folded in on itself. Rocks were absorbed into the dirt, dirt which a moment later turned to rock only to be absorbed itself and finally dissipate into a strange wispy gas dancing with impossible colours. However, the scariest thing about this mind-bending occurrence was not the event itself but the terrifying creature that was revealed.

A towering feline beast that instantly caused an almost primordial fear to burn through Carolyna's mind. The beast towered a titanic eleven and a half inches above the woman, and was almost twice as long as even that difference. As the creatuer's terrible eyes locked onto Carolyna, it bared razor-sharp fangs longer than the woman's entire forearm...fangs that would happily tear her to shreds.

For a moment, Carolyna almost turned tail and ran away from that creature, almost ran away from the planet, and practically even ran away from the entire galaxy. The fear that burned through her soul was like no other she had faced. However, the Voices within her mind, Voices that normally whispered to her, snapped at her to level her weapons and get to work. She had only a matter of minutes to draw the creature into the valley...minutes before she stood no chance of besting it.

Almost instantly, the Voices snapped Carolyna back to reality as she, almost instinctually, drew her hand back and lashed out with the barbed end of her whip. The weapon bit into the shifting turquoise flash of the Chimera, which let out a deafening roar as its strange blood started to drip down its maw. Instantly she drew her hand back and lashed the weapon forward once again, as before the weapon bit deep as Carolyna dashed forward towards the Chimera. The blade of her halberd whistled through the air towards the flank of the beast. However, it never got the chance to strike home before the Chimera charged forward and slammed into the armoured woman. She was able to wrench her arm towards her chest a moment before the Chimera's powerful jaws snapped shut. However, she wasn't able to avoid the solid impact of the titanic beast that sent her sailing through the air, only to slam into the stone ground with a bone-shaking impact.

Scrabbling to her feet. Carolyna's HUD started to blink with feedback regarding her physical condition and the status of her slightly damaged armour. However, the woman within the armour didn't faulter as she painfully struggled to her feet and lashed out with her whip. The weapon bit deep, but Carolyna didn't wait to see what damage it had done. She immediately pivoted on the balls of her feet and took off sprinting across the planet's surface. Seconds later, the creature kicked off the ground and took off after Carolyna, aiming to rend her flesh from her bone.

She avoided patches of Mind Breakers, as the Voices helped her avoid hidden patches of Jawed Vines and much more flora that would have killed her in a heartbeat if only given a chance. Meanwhile, the Chimera was hot on the woman's heels; she could practically feel the psychic aura pulsing off the creature in great waves. However, Carolyna didn't slow, she dare not; she kept her legs pumping as she followed the Voices towards the valley. After almost five minutes of running, with her muscles starting to burn, Carolyna dove into the valley, at the very moment the Voices commanded, and kept running. A matter of second later, she burst out of the other end. However, she also felt a blinding pain shoot up her arm. With a curse ripping its way out of her throat Carolyna turned back to face the valley, preparing to fight tooth and nail. The first thing she saw was the snarling face of the Chimera. Next was the fact that her trailing arm had been clamped within the creature's jaw, a long fang passing through the limb. Finally, Carolyna saw that the twisting nature of The Crimson Heart had just saved her life. The moment she passed out of the valley, the walls slammed shut, wrapping around the Chimera and trapping it within the rock.

"By the Renegade's tears!" Carolyna screamed as she opened the hand of her uninjured hand, allowing her whip to fall to the ground. A moment later, she reached for her belt a drew her combat knife. "Libertatem in morte invenias f\*\*\*\*\*r m\*\*\*\*m!" As she screamed the words, Carolyna spun the knife around into an icepick grip and slammed it into the skull of the Chimera. Wrenching the weapon free, Carolyna brought its sharp blade down again...and again...and again. Over and over for almost a full minute she plunged the knife into the creature; even after the planet shifted and released the Chimera, she continued to stab. By the time Carolyna stopped, falling back to the ground panting with exertion, all that was left of the creature's skull was a pulp of matted hair, shattered bone, and viscera.

Placing the knife back into her belt, Carolyna picked up her whip and her halberd; placing both into their respective holders, she walked towards the fallen creature. Wrapping its hair around her fist and leaving a considerable trail of blood, Carolyna dragged the Chimera out of the valley and towards a small open clearing. Dropping it with a solid thud, the sister drew her knife again. Giggling to herself and muttering to the Voices, Carolyna set to work on the carcass; plunging her knife into the creature's flank, she carved off a large sheet of flesh and skin.

That battle was two weeks ago, three weeks since she left the door of the Crimson Heart fortress and a whole week since the Foretoken had started to assume Carolyna had perished on her hunt. During those two extra weeks, Carolyna has not been ideal. Once again guided by the Voicesshe has tended to the sheet of shifting turquoise flesh she had carved from the fallen Chimera. She cleaned the flesh to leave only the skin, created a slurry of acidic material, and started tanning the skin. From a living beast to carved flesh and finally into leather took only two weeks. The process had been sped up by the warp surrounding Carolyna, but she was eventually left with a great sheet of shifting, malleable turquoise leather.

Finally, with her arm practically healed, only two scars and a stiffness of the hand to tell the tale, Carolyna finally removed her helmet. Placing it on the ground before her, the woman reached up and wrapped the soft leather around her head, forming an almost mocking version of the wimples worn by sisters of the Adeta Sororitas. Once again, Carolyna plucked her helmet from the ground and, placing it under her arm she started to walk back towards The Crimson Heart...her trophy now worn proudly upon her head. An hour of walking was all it took for Carolyna to return to the fortress, and that is where the next leg of her journey shall truly begin.

## Appearance

Carolyna's armour is a battle-scared construct that has seen war for countless centuries. Before her, it was owned by another, yet another before them, and so on for countless years. Directly before Carolyna, the armour was owned by a Mistress Repentia of the Order of the Bloody Rose. Due to this previous owner, the armour is gilded and more embellished than the average suit worn by a sister of battle. However, upon coming to own the armour Carolyna stripped it of all its original markings, replacing them with the symbol and colours of her god.

The original jet-black cloak and loincloth have been removed and replaced. The cloak has been stripped off the armour and replaced with a new blood-red version attached at the pauldrons. Surprisingly, the cloak is relatively unblemished by the battles it has seen; this is because Carolyna often mends and/or replaces the cloak to maintain its dignified and noble appearance. The loincloth, however, was simply dyed red over the top of its original black. This has given the fabric an extremely dark red colouration and has maintained its tattered, lightly charged edges. Of course, the original blood-red armour colour has been stripped and replaced by the quartered black and white livery of her new God...Malice. Edged in gold, the armour has, in multiple places, given way to several large spike-like horns that have broken through. This has been copied by the two large horns that emerge from the crown of her head and push up through her helmet. The same helmet that bears two large scars caused by an unknown beast many years ago. Finally, wrapped around her waist, suspended from a length of barbed wire, hangs three skulls of women who used to call themselves Carolyna's sister. However, each one has now been ripped from its owner by Carolyna's own hand as a trophy and suspended from her armour as a sign for all who see them.

When the sister removes her armour, a woman who is similarly as battle-scared as the armour is revealed. Carolyna's rich brown skin, while still holding the warmth of youth, is now marked with scars from battles faced unarmoured and bladed weapons that had bit deep into exposed flesh. The woman also keeps her hair short as a reminder of the time when it was shorn at the hands of those who had called themselves sisters. Jet black and only an inch or two in length, the hair is tightly coiled and, when fully grown, forms an almost halo of hair around Carolyna's face. While Carolyna's unarmoured appearance could be said to be somewhat normal, her eyes are anything but; two swirling whirlpools made of turbulent black and gold ichor that seem to shift with each twitch of the eye.

Carolyna's eyes are one of her most apparent mutations. However, the mutation that is first noticed by most people who see her are the four large horns upon her head. Two larger horns sit slightly behind two slightly smaller ones. All four horns end in razor-sharp points and curve gently back from Carolyna's face. The last aspect of Carolyna's physique that some have said much be a mutation is her muscle mass. Each bundle of muscle on the woman's body is dense, pronounced and extremely powerful. While she is easily overpowered by a member of the Astartes Carolyna is able to beat most mortals in a challenge of brute strength and give even more a challenge.

Moreover, although rarely done, when Carolyna removes her armour, instead choosing to don her casual attire, her dark nature truly comes to the surface. While she dons a relatively simple black and white quartered robe, secured with a silver belt and embossed with her gods symbol, it is her headwear where her nature is revealed. Like several loyalist sisters, Carolyna wears a wimple when not wearing her armoured helmet. However, unlike a loyalist sister, Carolyna's wimple is not made of simple cloth; instead, it is made of flesh tanned into leather. A sheet of leather made from the skin that she carved from her hunted chimera and tanned herself. When wearing her armour this skin is hung from the back of her belt, but when in her casual attire, it is worn atop her head as a wimple.

## Personality

Carolyna has often been called a little unhinged. She can usually be found crouched on her haunches in a secluded corner, seemingly muttering to herself. If questioned on these actions, Carolyna has been quoted as saying, "I'm not talking to myself. Im talking to the Voices.". That is often followed up by either; a crazed chuckle, a quiet mutter or a sharpened dagger. These actions have given Carolyna a reputation of simply being a crazed woman who one should try to avoid at all chances.

While this isn't wholly untrue at heart Carolyna is also a woman who simply wants to live her life. She has been gifted newfound freedom by a powerful god...a blessing that Carolyna has grasped with both hands and made the most of. She has a wickedly quick wit, able to retaliate to anything within a heartbeat. She is even willing to trade razor-sharp verbal barbs with anyone even if no insults are meant.

However, Carolyna falls into a scaringly serious and focused mindset when in combat. She is sworn to the god of destruction; an aspect of this loyalty is found in her deadly and brutal nature on the battlefield. Where some may shoot at their foe from a distance, Carolyna will dive into the heat of combat, cracking out with her whip and spinning her halberd in a deadly whirlwind. By the end of a battle, Carolyna often finds herself covered in blood and viscera and feeling almost as if she had emerged from a black-out trance.

## Abilities and Traits

Carolyna, even with all she has been through, is first and foremost a trained Sister of Battle...a warrior nun of the God-Emperor. It was through her training in the Schola Progenium, and with her order, that Carolyna became highly skilled with all weapons she may be needed to use upon the battlefield. She can use guns and blades, including; bolters, plasma, las, slug, swords, knives and even polearms. She can even bring her weapons to bear in various ways, including a signficant number that the Schola wouldn't have dared to teach her.

Her training also included extensive hand-to-hand combat, which today allows her to fight even if stripped of all her weapons and left seemingly defenceless. Moreover, her hand-to-hand training also taught her to fight with and without armour. She is even able to best a person with a solid power armour-assisted strike but a moment later nimbly redirect a deadly strike and counterattack with her own, all while without her armour.

Furthermore, Carolyna's training has given her an extensive knowledge of tactics, and since she has served chaos, this has only expanded further than before. Her knowledge of the tactics utilised by the loyalist forces is hugely in depth and able to be applied in rapidly changing situations. Moreover, her understanding of chaotic tactics is just as extensive as that of loyalist ones. These two types of tactics can be easily combined and modified by Carolyna to create the ideal tactic or strategy for any given combative situation. Paired with her almost innate bravery and willingness to charge headfirst into combat, Carolyna's tactical knowledge makes her a formidable warrior and a skilled leader.

Due to her prolonged service to the god Malice Carolyna has become a true force of anarchy. Unbound by rules and restrictions, Carolyna's methods of war and life are practically unpredictable; her strikes seem to come from random angles, her words often seem nonsequential, and her style of combat is full of random speed changes, random shifts in direction and tactics that, while working, seem to make no sense. Moreover, Carolyna's god is not just the god of anarchy. They are also the god of terror, a terror that is evident in Carolyna's style of fighting. She faces combat with a brutality that can easily make even the most stalwart warrior sick to the stomach. She tears across the battlefield in a crimson whirlpool of blood and death, decimating her foe with terrifying ease.

## Mutations

Carolyna doesn't possess any drastic mutations, as other members of the Foretoken may have. However, she possesses a small number of physical mutations that have corrupted her appearance. Firstly, Carolyna possesses a mutation simply known as the Eyes of Anarchy. Both of the sister's eyes are a swirling whirlpool of turbulent black and gold ichor that swirls and shifts with every minute twitch of her eyes.

The next mutation takes the form of four large horns emerging from her skull. Extremely strong, if relatively slim, each of the horns ends in a razor-sharp point that can easily pierce flesh and muscle. Two larger horns raise up from her skull a short distance behind two slightly smaller ones. Black in colouration, these horns are clearly daemonic in nature, and there is no possibility they could be anything else.

## Gifts of Chaos

Carolyna has been gifted with increased physical aspects by her Dark God. The most physically obvious of these is her noticeably more pronounced and dense muscle mass. This allows Carolyna to hit harder, squeeze harder, and even pull sheets of metal apart with little to no effort. However, the woman's god has also blessed her with increased agility, dexterity, senses and speed. This has replaced the increases her belief in the Emperor used to give her and means she provides a challenge even to the Astartes.

## Equipment

### Armour

* **Sororitas Power Armour**
	+ **Psycho-Oculal Buffering** - Carolyna's helmet has inbuilt Psycho-Oculal Buffering. This allows her to take in the immense amount of information and sensory inputs existing on the battlefield. This includes stun grenades, swarms of enemies and rapidly moving hostiles.
	+ **Dermal Pads** - Carolyna has a series of dermal pads resting against her skin under the plates of her armour. These small adhesive discs are linked to her armour, and in adverse situations, they release just enough pain-nullifying agents to allow her to keep moving forward.
	+ **Flare-Pod** - A series of three small silver spheres attached to points on her armour. When plucked off her armour, and activated the flare-pod produces a white light in all directions. The flare-pods can be held or tossed away and used to illuminate darkened areas.
	+ **Prey Sight** - A name utilised by the Imperium and, by extension, the forces of Chaos, to refer to thermal vision. This allows Carolyna to see in the dark and pick out the shapes of any entity that produces heat.
	+ **Corrupted Rosarius** - Carolyna carries a corrupted and defaced version of the Imperial rosarius. Worn as a signet ring on the pinkie of her left hand and constructed of adamantium the rosarius houses a powerful Conversion Field. The field can convert the kinetic energy of any impact into a harmless flash of visible light. The field is so powerful that it is even able to top a plasma shot, but like a refraction field, it produces no glow when activated.

### Used Weapons

* **Power Neural Whip** - A psycho-conductive neural whip taken from a fallen member of the Mistress Repentia. This weapon can easily slice open armour and flesh alike while burning its way into the the victim's mind.
* **Corrupted Anointed Halberd** - A heavy two-handed power weapon taken from a fallen Celestian Sacresant almost ten-foot in length. The weapon possesses a large axe head, a foot-long spike, and a shorter wavy spike to puncture armour. All three points of offence are deadly and coated in a powered disruption field that further increases their lethality. However, over her years in the service of the Dark God, the weapon has become corrupted, and its power field further increased to a level that can cleave a man in two with practically no effort.
* **Mk. III Ryza Pattern Plasma Pistol** - Carolyna carries a plasma pistol as a secondary weapon. Borne on her thigh armour, the pistols hand settles right by the woman's hand if she relaxes them by her side. However, the pistol has been corrupted by the power of Carolyna's god, and thus the plasma it produces is jet black and seems to spit arcs of plasma in a short radius around it.
* **Eviscerator** - Carolyna still owns the titanic Eviscerator from her time in the Sister Repentia. However, this weapon doesn't see much combat nowadays, Carolyna instead favouring her other weapons. Instead, the great blade is mounted on the wall above her bunk. A great two-handed chain sword complete with a crude version of the disruption field used in power weapons, the Eviscerator, if it were to be used in combat, the Eviscerator is unwieldy and tiring to use but easily capable of bisecting an armoured man, slice through a wall or even through a vehicles armoured plates.
* **Combat Knife** - Carolyna wields, as both a utility tool and a last resort, a vicious combat knife. It's eight-inch, solidly constructed blade, can easily be punched through thin sheet metal or just as easily slice through flesh. Moreover, the back of the blade features a viciously serrated edge that can cut through wood, bone, and fabric. Finally, the knife's pommel has a slightly sharpened spike that is able to be used as a weapon or a tool to shatter glass.

### Chimera Trophy

* **Skin Leather** - Carolyna carved a sheet of flesh from the felled chimera as a symbol of her victory. After spending several days, far less than it should have taken, Carolyna had tanned the flesh and created a thin malleable leather. When she wears her armour the woman hangs the leather from the back of her belt, appearing like a simple leather waist cape. However, when she doffs her armour Carolyna places the leather sheet atop her head as a blasphemous appropriation of a wimple.

## Relations

### Friends/Allies

* **The Foretoken**
* **Malice**

### Rivals/Enemies

* **Adepta Sororitas**
* **Order of The Bloody Rose**
* **Imperium**

## Quotes

### By:

"*Life is full of blinding terror, and chaos...unbound and unrestricted. The voices whisper, laugh and drive us forth into the blood-soaked heat of battle. Blood, fury and violence unrestricted scar all who tread reality...but damn is it interesting.*"
—Carolyna talking to a cultist after they questioned her mutterings...and just before she stabbed them.