With the new chaos vortex on Bubonicus Tundra growing bigger and bigger every day we must march to the plains of this land, we must put Lightnig Storms to the place and purge it with Sigmar`s thunders. No more Malign Portents will affect this holy land of Sigmar! Nine Relictor Temple Lords will march unified! Under the one Relictor Chamber Master, under my command!
Grand Master of the Unliving Avatars Relictors Temple Agnus Kabe
Lord Relictor Conversion
Those two minis is my first attempt to convert Stormcast Eternals. Very chunky and static, not that easy to make some decent poses as it is easy to make it with Horus Heresy legionaries miniatures. Oh well, done is better than perfect 😉
Lord Relictor of Exemplar Chamber is truly “knightly” one. Proud, confident and shiny with his prayer totem as a Sigmar`s shield. Lord Relictor of the Ruination Chamber is rather creepy with daemonic totem full of skulls, chains and with only small Sigmar Prayer Icon Box in the middle. He is death incarnate, calling his prayers close to Realm of Death!
We do not know much about Relictor Temple. There is no information in Battle tome and no solid info in novels except Anvils of Heldenhammer keep their own Relictor Temple called Black Sepulchre with inordinate number of priests. As we have short description in our Order Battletome on page 28:
A Stormhost is organised into several chambers and commanded in war by the Command Echelon – graduates of the temples dedicated to the disciples of the officer cadre. It is within these temples that the Lord-Celestants, Lord-Relictors and other lords and knights of the Stormhost are trained and equipped before they are assigned to specific chambers.
Nine Lords. One for each Chamber. Nine avatars of transition between life and death. Nine of them united and standing together on the soil of Tundra Bubonicus. Surrounded by hundreds of Liberators, flanked each side by Dracothian Guard and backed with Judicators. They are here for simple purpose: to grind through daemons of Chaos, to cleanse the land of taint, mutation and evil.
They will come like crows diving sharp for the weak and dying prey. This dry noise of their wings, with silence in the background and unechoed thump of their feet hitting the ground. Soil wet with enemies blood, their ceremonial canvas flags waving heavy. Rod wings of aetherrion steel stained with gore. Nemesis and katharsis. They are Prosecutors.
It was a ghastly morning, not much different from dawn. You could only tell it is the start of the day by the dim spot on the sky where the sun used to be. They came without a sound. Lifeless, motionless, monumental. With Sigmar`s rage and wrath hidden under porcelain-like armour. Their anger and frenzy on hold. Not for long.