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Wielding holy artifacts of the old world - like guardians of a forgotten time - the saints of the order of Our Sacred Chalice scour the mist in search of relics and wisdom which survived the war of the Great Horrors.

Mysterious and secretive, each saint is a nation of their own, but with unswerving loyalty to each other and their common goal. They are the dedicated keepers of the holy relics and leaders of their devoted retinues of acolytes - orphan children put in service of the greater good. Be it changelings, giants or human. Saints rarely operate near settlements, so the taboos aren't as strict.

Life is grim for both acolyte and saint as they often travel uncharted territories in the mist in search of more secrets. No matter what - a saint is not allowed to die. Should their life be threatened, it will be artificially extended through painful, esoteric medical procedures to a degree well beyond what a human body should tolerate. No acolyte would allow their saint to be hurt and would sacrifice their own life without hesitation - as few wish to become the next saint, should their own die.

Above them all is the relic itself. No life is worth more than it's safety. Both saint and acolytes are deeply trained in its function, care and operation. Should a saint die, an acolyte will pick it up and become the new Saint. Should a Saint find a new relic, it will be brought back to the order's citadel for study. If it is still operational, an acolyte befitting it's criteria will be chosen to become its saint - and so the order grows. 

Like a holy congregation, the saints of the Order of Our Sacred Chalice gathers at their citadel deep underground in an ancient mine where they keep their secrets safe and heavily fortified. No one knows how many silver tower bells they have in their possession as no chime has ever been heard. Yet still, the monsters of the mist stay clear and out of their territory. 

Who knows what secret binds them together so religiously.

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DancerXfox

She looks like a heartwarming person that gal.

Howisthedoc

I have two guess what happened to her arm. 1. it Was burned by a dragon or similar creature. 2. it Was blown by a hand grenade.

hushabyevalley

Or she was ripped apart by a monster and her wounds quickly cauterized by painful, exotic means...

Tundra Hunter

Am I the only one getting a warhammer vibe here? Love it!

SuperCaitball

I would totally play a Warhammer 40k unit designed exactly like this.

DFroGGotten1

what would the closest faction/unit type to these ladies be? I might just make a miniature based off Dian.

Christoph Bähr

Sororitas. Or The Sisters of battles as they are also called. or some other names that aren't as nice or flattering <.>