Brother Taron and Brother Kyros croon and hiss in the gloomy corners of Mancunius Dome. They have toiled in the slag mines around the Sulphured Quays for years. When the time comes they will throw off the torn robes they use to disguise their foulness, these Acolyte Hybrids will crawl into the light, their grotesque faces twisted in subhuman glee.
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The Order of the Guardian gather in the underhive...