The Naevus Heresy
Around the fire one evening, brandy in hand Baron Ulbrexis recounts this story.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I lost my leg?
It was the 13th month of the Haardra Campaign. Trench warfare don’t you know? I was a Major in charge of an artillery battery. We were keeping the enemies heads down, occasional salvo and all that, while building up for a big push. They came at night. Bitter hand to hand fighting, close quarters total scrum, brutal. They were led by an eight foot tall giant in blood red armour, he cut down men like a scythe. My battalion was dropping like flies; I’d lost my plasma pistol in the mud, so took a swipe at him with my power sword. Well the sword beggared up his chain blades action but the kick back was so hard I broke my arm. My bowling has never been the same since. Anyway, he takes a swipe at me and even with his weapon broken he takes my leg clean off at the knee. I fell over on my back in the mud, I was a goner, he raised his blade for another blow to finish me off when there was a flash of light and a smell of plasma.
The giant fell back, his head had melted away. Private Movern appeared over me with my pistol still steaming. He put me over his shoulders and lifted me out of there. We were cut off and for 72 hours he carried, or dragged me through mud, wire, and the dead bodies of allies and the enemy. We hid in shell craters and drank stagnated muddy water to keep us going. Eventually the 7th made a big push and we were able to make it back to HQ. That man saved my life. I’ll never forget.”
After this he goes very quiet. Soon he excuses himself and retires for the evening.