Amber Lances

Amber Lances
Number	911
Founding	Unknown
Successors of	Unknown
Successor Chapters	Unknown
Chapter Master	Unknown
Homeworld	Unknown
Specialty	Apothecaries
Allegiance	Imperium of Man
Colours	White, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue

Chamber Militant of the Ordo Hippocratic, the Amber Lances hold aloft the first and last clause of their oath; - "The Emperor Protects".

Wee Woo

The Daemon cackled to himself as the last of the guardsman slipped into a deep coma from his wounds.

At last, this world was his. He could smell the stench of rot and sulfur spewing from the corpse pits. He could feel the acrid burning of acidic mist on his skin. He could hear the wailing of doom coming from afar, the screeches of his kin echoing like sirens- sirens?

The noise grew ever closer. The fiend reared his bestial head to scan the horizon. Despite the faintness of the siren, he could make out every drone.

"weewooweewooweewoo"

As the noise grew in volume he could see objects emerging from the corrosive fog. At first it was just a blur of fluorescent colours, white, yellow, orange, blue. As they came into focus the daemon screamed aloud, "Rhinos!". The ever present wailing grew louder, the flashing lights atop each Rhino in sync with the siren.

"WeeWooWeeWooWeeWoo"

The Daemon flailed in anger. The campaign to take this world took months, and now his work would be undone. Every casualty inflicted would be in vain.

"WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!"