Night Lords - Legion Artefacts: Claws of the Black Hunt - These vicious, hooked Lightning Claws have spilt the blood of thousands of victims since their creation in the Forge of Souls of the Realm of Chaos. Worn by the master of the Black Hunt, a vicious ritual that precedes the greatest of Night Lords invasions, they are so encrusted with gore they are almost black. This congealed fluid is so thick it cannot even be seared away by the vicious energy field that runs about each claw. This is seen by some as a clear sign of a gory blessing from destructive gods, and the crackling field is so powerful it burns cloth at a yard's distance. Even when the wielder swipes the air near a foe, not quite making contact, the victim's armour and flesh part as if slashed open by a fierce and invisible beast.Curze's Orb - Said to have sat upon the arm of Konrad Curze's throne, this orb was a gift from Magnus, primarch of the Thousand Sons. It was given to help Curze focus his precognitive visions, though in truth, the primogenitor of the Night Lords never felt the need to use it. Now it is his gene-sons that make use of the strange device, scrying possible futures in its depths even as they take battle to their enemies.Flayer - When the Legion's frightful tendencies came to the fore, the Flayer was the tool that carved the skin to be hung in the Night Haunter's throne room. The foulest of deeds were done with this sword, and its reputation grew within the VIIIth Legion as a relic of dread. Only the most malevolent Legionaries can bear its heinous lineage.Misery of the Meek - This elixir is crafted by one of the Legion's few remaining Apothecaries. He will hunt Legion slaves, scraping a life of meagre existence in the dark recesses of Night Lords vessels, and distil the fear and suffering of these unfortunate victims. Vials are then sold to the rest of the Legion for supplies, passage and power. When a son of Nostramo indulges in the sickening contents, they are imbued with new energy.Scourging Chains - The Scourging Chains once jangled from the rafters of the Primarch Konrad Curze's throne room. Many a soul judged guilty by the Night Haunter has been hanged from their jagged spikes until death. Appearing taut as corded tendons as the wearer flies towards his chosen victims, these spiked chains loosen and loop at the last moment before impact. By lashing out to catch the wearer's prey and then contracting sharply, they bring the enemy close -- often onto an outstretched blade or crackling set of Lightning Claws.Stormbolt Plate - This Artificer Armour was fashioned from a strange metal smelted in the darkest pits of long-dead Nostramo. It is not the war-plate's incredible durability, however, that has made it so prized amongst the Night Lords, for it is wreathed in a cloying darkness, an unnatural skein of midnight that perpetually shrouds the wearer. So it is that a warrior with the Stormbolt Plate pounces on their prey from the shadows.Talons of the Night Terror - Worn over a pair of boots, these talons give the wielder the appearance of some eldritch raptor-beast that has evolved to better disembowel its prey. Should one sporting these bladed accoutrements descend feet-first into the ranks of his prey, the talons will clutch and rip, slicing and eviscerating all those too slow to evade. A heartbeat later, the crushing weight of the Chaos Space Marine wearer will be brought to bear with sickening, spine-breaking impact.Vox Daemonicus - Emanating from the ornate winged helm in which it makes its home, a living susurrus haunts the airwaves, spreading lies and falsehoods across the vox networks of the Night Lords' enemies. The chill whispers of the Vox Daemonicus have unmanned brave commanders and undermined masterful strategies; many a well-laid plan has been torn to shreds by its baleful curse.