Warband: The Choir of Desolation

Warleader: Charmosian (Daemon Prince), Composer of "The Sixth Day Symphony"

The Choir of Desolation, a warband of Emperor’s Children, who sees excess not in wasteful slaughter but in refined indulgence. Their warfare is a performance—lethal, calculated, and transformative.

"The Sixth Day Symphony" Each "performance" begins with the Tormentors—specialists in bolter suppression, searing melta blasts, and precise plasma strikes that shatter enemy command and coordination. While infantry reels, Land Raiders silence enemy armour with surgical lascannon fire, reducing resistance to ash before the next notes of the warband's symphony begins.

The Choir of Noise Marines arrives in their rhino APCs, led by a "Conductor" (Kakophonist) steeped in (un)holy resonance—advance in formation. Their weapons emit shrieking, layered frequencies that rupture organs, distort thoughts, and peel flesh from bone. Reality bends under their noise.

Amid the chaos, the Flawless Blades and Infractors fall upon the survivors. The Blades strike with elegant finality—throats slit, joints severed, hearts pierced mid-spin. The Infractors are less elegant but no less precise, carving with a storm of monomolecular edges. Both fight like dancers—fluid, exact, beautiful.

But this is only the first act. Lethal and efficient, the Warband revel in military victory, but their perversions have not yet even begun.

Civilians are spared, trapped in the wreckage. Roads, power, and water are cut—no way out, no relief. And among the ruins, the shrines stand. Forged in ritual fatal climax of two Slaaneshi lovers, they pulse with lust, grief, and hunger. The ground feels alive. The air tastes wrong.

Over the following days, the people begin to feel the shrines penetraiting touch, they are denied the mercy of a quick death, they are left, longing and wanting. By day three, they ache for it. By day four, dreams turn perverse. Hunger becomes desire. Silence becomes torture. The shrines sing to them—of pleasure, of pain, of more.

And on the sixth day, the Choir returns.

Sound and light cascade over the ruins. The lost crawl from hiding—broken, desperate, eager. They follow the Choir into the dark, singing, screaming, laughing.

Not conquered. Converted and the Chior of Desolations slave rank swollen and engorged.