The Flickering Blades are a Renegade Warband of Chaos Noise Marines which broke away from their parent Traitor Legion, the Emperor's Children. Led by the infamous Noise Champion Volupus. Volupus, a son of Chemos, decided to go off on his own to form his own warband. In battle these warriors stride into combat wielding lithe swords that sing songs of death with every swing. From out of their twisted armour stretch numerous writhing tongues, each mutant maw licking its lips in lewd anticipation of the blood-splattering of close combat.
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| - The Flickering Blades are a Renegade Warband of Chaos Noise Marines which broke away from their parent Traitor Legion, the Emperor's Children. Led by the infamous Noise Champion Volupus. Volupus, a son of Chemos, decided to go off on his own to form his own warband. In battle these warriors stride into combat wielding lithe swords that sing songs of death with every swing. From out of their twisted armour stretch numerous writhing tongues, each mutant maw licking its lips in lewd anticipation of the blood-splattering of close combat.
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| - You whirl your weapon in a dazzling butterfly pattern. The flash of steel momentarily disorients any enemy you strike.
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| - The Flickering Blades are a Renegade Warband of Chaos Noise Marines which broke away from their parent Traitor Legion, the Emperor's Children. Led by the infamous Noise Champion Volupus. Volupus, a son of Chemos, decided to go off on his own to form his own warband. In battle these warriors stride into combat wielding lithe swords that sing songs of death with every swing. From out of their twisted armour stretch numerous writhing tongues, each mutant maw licking its lips in lewd anticipation of the blood-splattering of close combat.
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