A colossal amalgam of numerous vessels the Orchestra of Sin has been so warped by the tides of the Immaterium that there are probably none living that could name the separate craft that represent its constituent parts. Even those that dwell upon the hulk don’t know its full makeup such is the ruination of vessels and star-bound scrap at its heart. Somewhere at its core lies a vast conveyor that had been running millions of souls to newly conquered worlds at the height of Macharius’ Crusades. The vessel became becalmed, the astropaths on board screaming their messages of distress into the aether, amplified a thousand-fold by the fears of those aboard. By the time these astropathic messages were received by others their meaning had been corrupted and those that came to their aid all arrived with vastly different expectations of what they would find. Astartes light vessels arrived to fight xenos pirates or a deamonic incursion. Imperial navy vessels and troop conveyors sought to put down a mutiny or search for survivors after critical systems failures. None can say who was responsible but by someone or something’s hand the conveyor suddenly shifted into the warp, those rescue vessels and boarding pods attached to it like ticks were dragged into the sea of souls also – without sufficient warning to have raised their Gellar Fields all of the vessels and the souls aboard them were prey to the foul entities that awaited them. When next it emerged in the sea of stars the vessel was a composite of the original conveyor and those ships that had gone to its aid. Over the years, more and more vessels have been consumed by the hulk so that it is now a maddened splice of Imperial, Traitor, and even Xenos ships plus all manner of debris.
The roster of the Orchestra of Sin’s crew is in constant flux. The only thing they all have in common is that they are in thrall to Slaanesh. The shared company of similarly minded sorts allows those dark pilgrims aboard to indulge their whims in relative safety but each is only truly interested in furthering their own goals. Their numbers are regularly thinned when they turn upon each other or engage in war but then new pilgrims flock to the hulk whether they be members of secretive cults on worlds that the Orchestra of Sin draws near, Renegade Astartes, or prisoners-of-war / refugees brainwashed or enslaved to the bidding of new masters.”
+++++++++++++++++++++The above is a little background to my Slaaneshi Renegades. I picture them as being Slaanesh's answer to Khorne Daemonkin. There will be Daemons and Marines and a great many things in between if I have my way. The concept of a vessel of hedonistic pilgrims emerging from the warp to make war / love / noise and pick up more pilgrims means I can really go wild and throw in whatever I fancy. For instance, I’ve had a long term want for some Slaaneshi White Scars ever since the Dornian Heresy was published here on Bolter and Chainsword and there’s a biker lord taking form in my imagination and bits box to realise that but equally I know that I would never be able to commit to that as a full scale army but as a character or perhaps a full bike unit it’s manageable and then I can flit to the next mini-project of Slaanesh – or such is the hope any way!
Had this guy done a while back but struggled to get any decent photos of him. One Noise Marine with a Blastmaster:
I've decided that the "rank" for Blastmaster armed Noise Marines will be Oktavist to compliment Orchestrator and Chora for Champions and Sonic Blaster Noise Marines respectively after doing some research on Wikipedia
Edited by Elazar The Glorified, 30 July 2016 - 08:02 PM.