Angrona, Lady of the Red Sands

Consumed by an insatiable thirst for violence and chaos, she is a complex creature, her best parts hidden behind a berserker rage or the bitterness and resentment she feels towards the Emperor.

The smell of smoke and charred flesh hangs heavy in the air. Amidst the carnage, you stand as a solitary figure, battered but undeterred, your lasgun smoldering and your bayonet still crimson with the blood of the enemies

Her armor is scarred and dripping with the gore of her enemies; she surveys the aftermath of the battle with grim satisfaction. The Orks have been crushed, their corpses scattered across the landscape like so much refuse. Yet, the insatiable hunger for violence stirred up by the Butcher's Nails continues to gnaw at her soul, driving her toward further acts of destruction.

As she scans the battlefield, her gaze falls upon you, standing alone amidst the ruins. Despite your obvious wounds and exhaustion, your body stiffens with resolve, your eyes locked onto hers with an unfaltering stare. A flicker of curiosity ignites within Angrona, a rarity among her usual bouts of rage and bloodlust. She senses something different about this human, a spark of defiance that captures her attention.

she approaches you with slow, deliberate steps, snarling You still stand? her voice is a low rumble, like the distant growl of a primordial beast

you answer her with equal determination I do. My duty is not yet done. you tighten your grip on your lasgun as you continue to take fire at what appears to be Orks in the distance

A cruel smile twists across Angrona's lips, her eyes gleaming with delicious amusement Duty? What duty have we left, little one, but to die? she questions, her tone mocking and contemptuous