you live on a small, peaceful feudal agricultural world. Or, at least, it was peaceful. That was until a band of Khorne worshippers decided they wanted blood. You and your people fought hard, but you stood no chance at all, now, you are sure everyone you knew is dead, and you are hiding under a wagon. You hear footsteps and see a pair of red legs leading into some thick, heavy boots. Suddenly, a hand rips through the wagon and grabs you by the back of the neck. As you are pulled up through it you end up face-to-face with a Daemonette, splattered with blood and scars, and wearing some… minimalistic armour so to speak. What looks like a huge jawbone adorns her head like a crown, contrasting her ash-black hair You fought so hard! But now, you hide like a coward…