#Battle Sister Novitiates

[nerdnproud]

One squad of Novitiates fully finished. The lil baby Sisters are looking good!

#40k #mini painting #warhammer 40k #adepta sororitas #sisters of battle #order of the sacred rose #novitiates #kill team

[crossallthewires]

I wanted to get all of these gals done during the long weekend, but I got about half of the Novitiate bo. Done!

#Warhammer #Warhammer 40k #Adepta Sororitas #sisters of battle #novitiates #kill team

[definitelynotalpharius]

This. Absolute. B E A S T

Went to my local gaming club, and played a game of Kill Team and a game of 40k at 1,000 points.

For Kill Team, I was playing my Novitiates, against Filip, who played a Phobos team.

Filip had a bit more experience with kill team, however was paying the Phobos marines for the first time, taking a deployment of an Incursor Sergent, a Commsman, a Helix Adept, and two Riever warriors.

To counter I took everything except the warrior, gunner and dialogus novitiates in my list.

Since we were both playing our respective teams for the first time, we decided to do a open game, with a random mission of Stealth Assault, with him on offense and I on defense.

First round: nothing much happened; Filip managed to take out my Penitant that was charging his Sergent, and wound my Superior. My side didn't do much apart from move up.

Second round: Filip still managed to get initiative, and had a Riever charge my Dualist, which resulted in a fight where the Dualist rolled 3 5s and a 6, leading to blocking all attacks and dealing a total of 16 wounds to the Reaver, scoring her first kill of the game. On my activation, I decided to charge his other riever, and took him out as well with a roll of 2 5s and a 2 and 3, which none were parried even after a CP Reroll, gaining her another kill.

The rest of the round went pretty much as follows: Fillip charged the Helix adept and the Commsman into the Dualist just to take her out in melee (not even sure why he didn't just shoot her), gaining her another two kills. And the Sergent was killed of by a combination of shooting by a Reliquarius and a Purgatus. Leading to a total victory for the Novitiates, and the Sainting of the Novitiate Dualist for taking out 4 space marines single handedly, without taking a scratch in combat (name yet to be determined)

As for the 40k match:

It was a 1,000 pts match against a Custodes army, where nothing as special happened as in the kill team match.

The match ended in a tie, with the entire game being dependant on the saves of a single Battle Sister Superior fighting a Alorus Dreadnought and loosing.

Mordenn Vahl absolutely obliterated some bikes in close combat and proceeding to nuke a Dreadnought with her Fieldis, sadly dying to a blades champion emediatly after.

All in all, 10/10. Very good experience. (Dispite forgetting some terrain and breaking my KT board by accident) Can't wait to go for another in a week or so...

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #warhammer 40000 #40k #wh 40k #imperium #space marines #adeptus astartes #40kart #heralds of the chalice #sisters of battle #adepta sororitas #novitiates #kill team

[battle-sister-ames]

If a Sister Novitiate fails in her solemn duties, or perhaps if she or someone merely perceives that she has, she takes up the rather ceremonial Eviscerator chainsword just as her superior Sisters would. To take such a violent burden may seem like a drastic damnation of a Battle-Sister's career, and while it mostly is, to survive this punishment is to achieve near Sainthood in the eyes of her comrades. It is to be cleansed of her sins, a mark of great respect and adoration.

*If* she survives, that is...

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #miniature painting #painting #painting warhammer #warhammercommunity #adepta sororitas #sisters of battle

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

Sister Lorica stepped up to the ship's tech priest quarter master, its three eye lenses focussing on her as its mechadendrites continued their various tasks, her six crewmates shuffling in behind her. Having just returned from their blooding as novitiates, Lorica had been elevated to the rank of full sister and assigned as commander to a newly arrived Castigator tank, with several of her squadmates assigned as crew.

"I am Sister Lorica," she informed the tech priest, "commander of the Adamantine Apostle, and here to collect her compliment of small arms."

a monotone voice rattled from the vox caster built into the tech priest's jaw, "Inquisitive: is Sister Lorica and Crew of Adamantine Apostle versed in the maintenance rituals of Castigator class tank and components."

"We are, tech priest. since returning from the planets surface four days ago, we have bee drilled to exhaustion."

"Sagely: This is good, for only those capable of caring for the gifts of the Omnisiah shall be permitted their use. Plainly: this unit shall retrieve the small arms allocation for crew of Adamantine Apostle."

the tech priests mechadendrites ceased their various tasks and snaked off into the darkness of the tech priest's cage. As it began listing weapons, it would deposit them on a prepared cart.

"Stoically: three heavy bolters..."

Those were for the bow gun and sponsons. And the main reason Sister Lorica brought her entire crew. she couldnt lift three of the Throne forsaken things by herself!

"...one storm bolter..."

That would be mounted on the commander's cupola for her own use.

"...seven bolt guns..."

For personal defence, if the crew was forced to dismount, or Throne forbid, abandon Adamantine Apostle. The standard service weapon of the Adepta Sororitas

"...two flamers..."

That seemed a bit much, but Sister Lorica supposed that one could never have access to too much cleansing flame. In case they needed to help cleanup after a battle.

"...one shotgun..."

Sister Lorica pursed her lips at that one. A shotgun? Really? space in the tank was already pretty tight with seven people and their accompanying gear, but she supposed Sister Michelle, her driver, could use it to fire out her vision slit in an emergency.

"...two grenade launchers..."

Not a common weapon amongst the Adepta Sororitas but... maybe they could use them to fire smoke grenades or signal grandes...? throne where were they going to fit grenade launchers?!

"...and seven bayonets."

"Bayonets?" Sister Gladia said, moments before Sister Lorica herself did, "we're in a tank, why would be need bayonets?!"

"Enthusiastically: for use in close quarters combat," the tech priest replied, and then a mechadendrite brought a dataslate through the bars of the armoury cage and held it before Sister Lorica, "Sagely: sign to confirm transfer of small arms allocation for Adamantine Apostle."

#40k #warhammer 40k #adepta sororitas #sisters of battle #my stuff #pretty sure this was a story chieftain told about what he was issued as a tanker #but its sorortias now cos yall kno how i get about the sororitas

[copiousloverofcopia]

Since the last chapter was a little light but would have been too long with all this included lol...

HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER OF POTPOURRI!

Things are happening lol

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can't help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can't let go of the past?

Chapter 5: The Night of Ritual

Also available HERE on A03! Haven't started? Start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The meeting with Sister Imperator went about as well as expected. The battle-ax of a woman, wasting no time in rubbing in the decision to keep Copia on the road. All of them, knowing it was only to spite Primo—like salt into the proverbial wound. Primo, Secondo, and Terzo were all doing their best to bite their tongues. Holding in their true feelings on the matter. If it weren't for Nihil’s insistence on keeping her around, and the looming threat of his spirit haunting them for eternity, they’d have found a way to rid the Abbey of her long ago. 

Another couple of days had gone by without anything of note. Only the planning and preparation for the ritual that would make the new arrivals officially siblings of sin. Primo and his ghouls, in charge of gathering of spiritual herbs, talismans, and tomes that would aid them in bringing the new siblings to their rightful place. All take and the other clergymen's’ tasks completed, along with the plans for the following night's grand dinner were complete. Nothing was left but to await the day of their ascension, and now finally arrived. 

All the Abbey was stirred up with excitement—all except Gwen. She had only the day before returned to the general population of the Abbey. No longer staying in Primo’s rooms, despite his insistence. She was allowed back into her dorm with Fiona, leaving the comforts of Primo’s bed behind her, for which the Papa was less than pleased. Allowing her to go however without fuss.

He would die before making her a prisoner of his quarters, when she already felt prisoner to this world. Gwen continued her studies, along with the other seminarians and novitiate, and was just as ready to accept her vows as the rest of them. Her heart however still barely stitched together and easily bled. Any time she came across a sister who was with child or happened past the Abbey nursery, she felt a piece of herself dying. 

What could she do? Her life now was Primo’s—and his hers. There would be no ending things, lest she be responsible for his death as well. So, she pushed on, in a somewhat robotic state. Going through the motions of her life, but without truly living it. 

At the night’s ceremonies she would take her vows like a good novitiate, while inside she cursed both God and the Devil for conspiring against her. Her anger, still very much burning and bubbling inside. Her heart, however, had softened towards Primo. The more she tried, the more Gwen found it hard to stay mad at him.

The softness in his mismatched eyes whenever he looked at her. Or even the way his smile made her want to mirror it with her own. Primo’s presence was like a bit of a warmth that managed to break through the cold she felt inside. A feeling towards him she had trouble defining—but it was there. 

The two of them had talked, though not about what had happened or about Gwen’s life before. Mostly their conversations light, with talk of the upcoming rites and about other small talk sorts of things. Both of them always knew that there were many things left unsaid between them. Today would change things.

Gwen was sitting by herself in the cloister, watching the other siblings, ghouls, and clergy going about their day. Tonight’s ritual would make things official and there was nothing, but smiles worn on the faces of all those that passed her. She happened to catch a glimpse of some ghoul tomfoolery, as they hung from the balcony attached to the Great Hall. The pack, giving each other some good-natured teasing and taunting as one of them was stuck in the rails. It was when she felt herself begin to laugh that she felt him sit down beside her. Instantly the feeling of warmth began to fill her cheeks before she chose to speak.

“Good Morning Papa.” Gwen said, her eyes never leaving the ghouls. Primo smiled too when he saw them. Always having a special affinity for them and finding their customs quite amusing. However, his gaze quickly returned to Gwen. She looked so beautiful in her robes, her hair flowing gently in the breeze as it blew past them. Primo took in a deep breath through his distinguished Romanesque nose. Inhaling the scent of her lavender shampoo that had drifted his way. 

“Buongiorno Guinevere.” Primo said back, taking a sip from the mug of tea that he’d brought along with him. It was a gift from the ghoul nits, who at times considered him to be a grandfather figure to them. Its handmade handle and misshapen walls gave a way its amateur , but loving origins. Gwen couldn’t help but smile at it. “Ora questa deve essere la cosa più bella che abbia mai visto…”   

“I’m sorry?”

“That smile of yours.” Primo clarified. Gwen struggled not to roll her eyes at him but was unable to stop her eyebrows from raising in disbelief.

“Well don’t get used to it.” she smirked. Now this was the woman Primo had felt all along. The one hidden beneath the ash that resided inside her before the pain. He would do anything to bring this woman back for good. 

“We shall see cara. What are you doing out here by yourself? The initiations are tonight, I thought someone like you would be preparing to make sure all went smoothly or celebrating with the others. Have you chosen your sin?” Primo asked her. 

“I have…or more like you have.” she explained. Primo was confused, he couldn’t recall doing anything of the sort and from the look on Gwen’s face it was not a positive connotation.

“Oh?” he asked, afraid of what he might hear.

“You told me I was selfish…so greed is my sin.” she explained. The memory of his words piercing the flesh as she spoke them. 

“Oh cara…I didn’t mean—”

“No…it's ok. Maybe you’re right…I am selfish.”

“I’m sorry.” he apologized, wishing that he had never said that to her. 

“Well, I had to choose a sin and well…it's just as fitting as any other. Also, I hear you will be doing the post-ritual sin fulfillment ceremonies and I was told Greed would be one you were in charge of.”

“Si.”

“Did Papa Terzo beat you at taking lust?” Gwen grinned, “I assume that's the coveted position.” she finished with a laugh. A laugh that sent Primo’s heart aflutter.  

“That is always Terzo’s position…for obvious reasons. There is only one person for me thank you.” Primo said without even thinking. Both him and Gwen, falling silent, only the chirping of the birds, and the hum of the Abbey around them, making a sound. 

“I see. Well, I must be going as you said.” Gwen commented as she stood up from the bench and turned to face him. “I shall see you tonight Papa?”

“Primo—please.” he insisted.  

“Primo.”

“Of course, see you then.”

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“It is with great honor that we commit our lives to sin. That we free ourselves from the confines of good and evil. Becoming one with all things and acknowledging that the world is but shades of gray.” Primo preached over the congregation. The chapel pews filled to the brim with people, all of whom hung on every word that fell from his lips. The ancient scrolls laid out before him on the stone altar. A chalice of blood, centuries old and a dagger, whose blade glinted in the light of the candles, laid on opposing sides.  

“No longer shall you deny your true selves in service to a God that gives only pain and suffering to those who love him most.” Primo called out, Removing the glove from his left hand and slicing open his palm. Spilling himself into the chalice as he continued on with his sermon. Opening the minds, hearts, and souls of the would-be siblings before they took their oaths and accepted Lucifer. 

“Nema!” he called out once more. The whole Abbey, returning it back to him. With more fervor and passion than he’d ever heard before. Truly this group of siblings would be a fine addition to their ranks. 

Finally, it was time for the main event. The sibling pledges lining up in the nave. Their eyes fixed forward on Primo awaiting them at the altar. They were dressed in all white robes. Like sacrificial lambs for the slaughter. Ready to be purged of their old lives and begin anew. 

From this moment forward they would be forever blessed by sin. Their souls pledged in service to his most unholy. Each of them stood proud in their place in line, waiting eagerly to receive their cursed blessing. A mark—bore on their heads and drawn deliberately with Primo's blood. 

One by one, Primo and the siblings recited the rites of passage and drew the sigil upon their foreheads. His eyes, always searching for Gwen in the crowd. After several siblings had passed through, he had begun to worry. Thankfully spotting her only moments later towards the back of the line. 

Her face was sullen and pale—a far cry from the beaming smiles and nervous excitement that poured from her peers. Primo could tell that she was trying her best to be positive, but her pain was still ever present. Like a ghost that haunted her home. When finally, it was her turn at the altar, Primo stood up tall and cleared his throat. Anxiously waiting as the sibling before her stepped aside and returned to their place within the pews. “Guinevere, do you commit your life to sin. Shun the God that denies you and open yourself to all things in Lucifer's name?” Primo asked her, dipping his forefinger into the blood. 

“I do.” Gwen answered. 

“Do you swear to always be in service of HIM and to respect and honor the tenets of our order?” Primo asked, now drawing the sigil of Lucifer upon Gwen's forehead. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of her tears flowing over her cheeks. 

“I do.” she answered, the hint of her wavering resolve present in her voice. Primo had up until this point, with every sibling before her, taken their hands and recited the final words before allowing them to return to the pews. With Gwen however he took her face in his palms, cupping her soft cheeks as he wiped the tears and finished the rites.

“As above, so shall it be below.” Primo said softly, the whole Abbey taking note of the change in his procedure. Instantly the whispering spread among the crowd. All of them, gossiping and speculating as to why this had occurred. He leaned in to kiss the top of Gwen’s head. She was surprised that instead of pulling back, she leaned into it. 

“Primo?” she as his lips left her head.

“I’m proud of you amore.” he told her. The tears then came flooding out of her with full abandon. Her cheeks flushed with his words and the feel of his kiss upon her head sending her over with emotion. She was overwhelmed and more than a little confused. She said nothing back, but only nodded as she quickly left for her seat. Pretending not to hear the comments that came colliding in from all around her. 

“It is with great pleasure that I announce that all those who have pledged themselves in Satan’s name this day have been reborn in sin. To all those who have taken your vows to his church and of the unholiest of orders, we welcome you home. Siblings of Sin!” 

The whole chapel cheered. A roar, thunderous and proud, as the siblings were now equal in the eyes of Lucifer. Gwen smiled sheepishly at Primo as he and the other clergymen dismissed the chapel. Before she knew it they were all standing up and rushing out the door. 

All of them anxious to get to the festivities of sin that await them as the final celebration of their vows. If it were up to her this would be the end of it. Returning to the solitude of her room and leaving the crowd behind. She felt Finn pulling her arm, her eyes turning reluctantly towards her. 

“Gwen! Aren’t you excited?! We are Sisters!” Finn all but exploded with excitement. Gwen smiled back at her and nodded. “...uh…Gwenie, I'm so excited I could burst! This is going to be so amazing. Also, I am gonna need the full story on what is going on between you and Papa.”

“Here’s noth—” Gwen began when Fiona’s anxious energy got the best of her. 

“Tell me later I gotta get ready for my date with Papa Terzo.” she giggled.

“It’s hardly a date, Finn.” Gwen reminded her, though the activity for which they’d be partaking in could certainly make one believe it was such. But an orgy in the name of Satan wasn't exactly something Gwen would consider date night material.

“See you tomorrow!” Fiona winked as she disappeared with an equally horny group of siblings, heading down the hall to the Asmodeus wing of the Abbey–where all exploration of Lust in his name took place.

All the siblings, ghouls, and clergy took off to their posts. Each new sibling, ready to commit fully to their chosen sin. The lustful, like Fiona, and prideful ones went on to Terzo. Ready to perform all manner of debauchery and selfish exploration. 

Envy and Wrath were overseen by Secondo. Each of the new siblings, reborn with their spilling of vile confessions of jealousy. While others indulged in consensual acts of violence. The gluttonous ones went to Nihil who, despite his ectoplasmic materialization, was all too happy to partake with them in feasting. Imbibing with the young noviates, turned full sisters, being his favorite since he was banned from Terzo’s group.

Finally, was the group that was left to Primo. Those who chose Sloth and Greed. All of them, lounging about in the sanctuary as they breathed in a hypnotic blend of herbs and ash. Their essence, packed into incense whose smoke filled their lungs and their brains with imagery and vivid dreams. The others, illusions of their deepest desires and wants. 

Gwen was there, sitting in the back of the room as she watched everyone around her fall victim to their sin. Each with a smile splashed across their faces. Primo had taken a special tonic to be immune to the incense effects. Watching over the flock as they reveled in their desires. Their minds, open to all the possibilities and riches the world had to offer. 

Primo kept careful watch on Gwen. She was resistant at first, one of the last siblings to give way into her “dreams”. Primo waited with bated breath as she slipped deeper into the dream. All the while, he was positive that he knew what would happen—and he was right. 

As soon as Gwen closed her eyes, the flashes of light hit her so fast from all sides she almost felt sick. There was nothing but brightness and the feeling of warmth when she heard it. Cries. The smallest of sounds coming from behind her. 

She turned around to see a child there in a bassinet. The same small woven bed she had remembered buying for her own. Her hand on her belly and smile on her face as she left the quaint children’s shop along the market street. A memory she'd buried deep down inside. 

She bent down and picked the child up in her arms. The little one’s crying stopped, replaced by sleepy cooing, like a lullaby to Gwen’s ears. Patting the infant's back as she found herself humming to soothe them. Back in reality, however, she had begun to cry. 

Primo noticed instantly, going towards her. Wishing that he had been wrong. Just as he reached her, Gwen collapsed on the ground. Crying as she brought herself back from the trance. Primo and her were now the only ones not under the spell.

“Amore…I am so sorry.” Primo cried too as he held Gwen in his arms. Her tears fell uncontrollably. Wishing so badly to return to the dream, even though she knew it wasn’t real.

“I wanted that baby Primo. I wanted them so much. I already loved them.” she cried harder and harder. Primo squeezed her tightly against his chest. Wishing that he'd never have to let go. 

“I know.” he told her. Just then her eyes opened to him, seeing his compassionate face looking back at her. The love shining in his eyes as he held her against him. Gwen could feel the need for him rising inside her and before she knew it he had kissed her. 

Primo's lips, feeling so tender against hers before he pulled away.  Gwen stared at him once more, Primo able to see the hint of the feelings that came creeping up inside of her. He ran his fingers through her hair as they came close again.

The feeling of each other’s breathing, ticking the skin as their mouths hovered ever closer. Primo couldn’t stop himself, drawing her towards him as her quivering lips brushed against his own. He wasted no time, taking her mouth onto his. His tongue, gliding gently inside as she held onto his shoulders. 

He wanted her and she wanted him. Primo lifted her up, carrying her to the sofa that sat near them in the back of the room. Still shrouded in darkness he sat down, Gwen straddling his lap as Primo ran his hands over the curves of her body. She felt even more wonderful than he had ever imagined. 

The heat of her core, radiating against his lap. Primo quickly swelling with need. Gwen moaned into their kiss. Her Papa, unable to help himself from raising his hips against her. Hoping to share friction between them. 

“Gwen…amore…I want you so badly.” Primo confessed. Gwen was unable to respond, losing herself in the feeling of his hand climbing up between her thighs. Primo’s long fingers, breaching the line of her panties beneath that innocent white gown. Her entrance, already dripping with anticipation of his touch as he sank two fingers gently inside her.

“Ah!” she cried out as Primo tore off her panties with the other hand. Only the remnants of the band left to speak of. 

“I will give you all that you desire. Make you mine.” Primo vowed, gently taking in Gwen’s lower lip as she found herself grinding along with the motions of his lustful hands. 

“Yes…Primo…make me feel something.” Gwen whispered as his lips trailed along the line of her neck. Leaving purple marks of intention in his wake. He slid his fingers out from inside her a moment to encircle her clit. Gwen’s head, falling back in pleasure as he rubbed her gently. 

“Cum for me, mio fiore.” Primo commanded. Swirling over Gwen’s swollen bud as she trembled in his arms. Primo’s cock, pulsing beneath her as he felt her cum hard against his fingers.

“Ah fuck!” she cried out once more, feeling the rush of her orgasm ripping through her. Primo wasn’t satisfied. Lifting her up from his lap, placing her back on the sofa. Discarding his chasuble like tissue before undoing his belt. 

Gwen writhed on the sofa below him. Still coming down from the heights of her orgasm when she felt Primo’s cock nudging her entrance. “I want to give you everything you always wanted Guinevere, if you’ll only let me.” Primo hummed against the small of her neck. The impact of his words hitting her full force. 

Gwen quickly sat up and pushed Primo off her. Her eyes once more welling up with tears. “Please—Primo—I’m sorry—I just can't.” she told him as she fixed her dress and ran out from the room. Leaving Primo behind on the sofa, his heart heavy in his chest. 

Notes:

mio fiore- my flower

ora questa deve essere la cosa più bella che abbia mai visto…-now that has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen

#Potpourri #primo x guinevere #primo x gwen #primo x oc gwen #tw miscarriage #Primo #papa i #papa emeritus i #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction

[transmechanicus]

Seeing that comic you rb'd, god I wish we could see a wh40k universe where there's more peace. I know it's not the setting or how the world works, but I just wanna see cultures interacting peacefully

Somewhere in the grim darkness there is a sister of battle novitiate snuggling a plushie emperor that she got after a tech priest hacked the claw game for her

#my stuff #asks

[glitchicorn]

Killteam this weekend! I'm running my battle sisters novitiates team in tournament for the first time!

#cool shot from last game with them #fighting plague marines here

[themovieblogonline]

The First Omen Review: Nell Tiger Free Deserves All The Awards

The First Omen skillfully weaves a prequel tapestry that fans of the franchise will undoubtedly appreciate. Directed by Arkasha Stevenson, with a screenplay penned by Tim Smith, Keith Thomas, and Stevenson herself, the film not only enriches the lore of its predecessor, The Omen (1976), but also stands as a formidable supernatural horror film in its own right. Featuring standout performances by Nell Tiger Free, Sônia Braga, Ralph Ineson, Bill Nighy, and Tawfeek Barhom, the film is both a narrative and visual feast, darkly engaging from start to finish. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmN1Op8ygno At the heart of The First Omen is Margaret Daino (Nell Tiger Free), an American novitiate whose journey to take her vows at a Rome-based orphanage quickly spirals into a nightmarish quest entangled with demonic prophecies and a chilling conspiracy. The movie’s adept narrative unfolds with a measured pace, gracefully balancing horror elements with a suspenseful storyline that explores themes of faith, deception, and the eternal battle between good and evil. Margaret’s transition from a naive young woman to a protagonist grappling with the realization of her own involvement in a prophecy is both compelling and convincingly portrayed by Free. Arkasha Stevenson’s direction shines throughout the film. Most particularly in how she crafts the eerie atmosphere that fans of The Omen series expect. The haunting score and cinematography synergize to create a palpable tension that lingers long after the screen goes dark. Scenes depicting supernatural occurrences are executed with a finesse that avoids overreliance on CGI, opting instead for practical effects and ambiance to evoke fear and anticipation. The supporting cast also adds depth to the narrative. Ralph Ineson’s Father Brennan and Bill Nighy’s Cardinal Lawrence deliver powerful performances that are both menacing and enthralling. Sônia Braga as Sister Silvia provides a nuanced portrayal of faith tested by diabolical forces. This further enriches the film’s complex web of characters. Tawfeek Barhom’s Father Gabriel stands as a beacon of conflicted morality. He adds layers to the narrative that invite viewers to ponder the nuances of belief and the price of redemption. Despite its strengths, The First Omen is not without its shortcomings. The film sometimes struggles with pacing, particularly in its middle section. This is where the narrative appears to meander before finding its footing once more. Additionally, while the plot strives to lay a foundation for the events leading to the original The Omen, it occasionally lapses into predictability. Some twists feel less surprising and more like necessary steps to align with the franchise’s lore. Another point of contention could be the film’s ending. Although it provides a satisfyingly cyclical connection to the 1976 movie, it might leave some viewers desiring a more innovative departure from the expected trajectory of the franchise. However, this does not significantly detract from the overall experience, thanks in large part to the strong performances and the deftly handled thematic elements of destiny, familial bonds, and the unsettling question of whether evil is truly born or made. The First Omen also excels in its world-building. It expertly lays down the sinister groundwork that fans know will lead to the events of The Omen. The screenplay offers new insights and expanding upon the universe. It does so in a way that feels both respectful to the original and fresh. The societal tensions of the 1970s and Rome's architecture add authenticity and gravity to the story. The First Omen is a commendable addition to the franchise. It will not only satisfy long-standing fans but also has the potential to allure new viewers into its dark embrace. The film succeeds in delivering a riveting horror experience with strong performances and a compelling narrative. Stevenson's direction and the talented cast make this prequel a worthy companion to the original. It reminds viewers of the series' chilling allure. With The First Omen, the franchise’s legacy of horror is not only honored but invigorated. It paves the way for future explorations of its sinister world. Read the full article

[enswargaming]

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[ordo-scriptus]

I hate to leave a conversion half done, but the dawning realisation that midnight has been and gone, and you have work in the morning, calls for tools-down no matter how close you are to finishing. Some careful surgery on Tully tonight, as a better representative mini for Sister Verbal is now on the way, opening up the Novitiate to be used as a different Convict - the Sister of Battle Hospitaller we call Willow. She will receive the Rogue Doc's medicae paraphernalia, and Tully will get her dual pistols as soon as the parts arrive. #warhammercommunity #warhammerkitbash #hobbystreak #hobbystreakday439 (at Wakefield) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoBQ2IuoVfi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#warhammercommunity #warhammerkitbash #hobbystreak #hobbystreakday439

[definitelynotalpharius]

Preperations for the 9th Edtition Going Away Party

Couple of us from the local LGC signed up for a tournament starting next month. Today was list testing day.

I played against a extremely manevrable Harlequin list, sporting a whoping 8 Starweavers. My Battle Sisters list managed to outscore the Eldar with a 91 - 74, purely due to a missplay of an attempted assassination of Morvenn Vahl, and a clutch fight phase interrupt with the novitiate squad, who managed to whipe 2 out of the 3 units that charged them that turn.

All in all, a wonderful game.

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[battle-sister-ames]

Did a ton of hobby today because I'm bored and desperately needed my mind off things. I started by painting another Deathrattle Skeleton for my vamps in AoS, but then I went and decided to do an old Novitiate I had lying around from the Kill Team box I got back when I still played the damn tabletop. The Novitiates models are growing on me, but I believe most of my distaste of their models was because of the color scheme the box art used. Horrendous.

I decided to go for something else to my liking. In my writing, the Axiom Preceptory matches their Novitiates to the colors of their more higher rank Sistren in Power Armor: red robes with black veils and leathers. It helps with unit coherency in the field and, well, uniformity, something the Sisters of Battle and the Imperium demand of them.

And no, I'm not painting eyes. I'm not that brave.

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