Well the Thirst has been kept in check....for now...
I can't believe I called you Brother.
You are as good as dead in the Emperor's eyes. Worse. You are a traitor. No servant of the Emperor with a pure heart would dare even feel remotely tempted by the taint of Chaos.
Sister, it's not the taint of Chaos but a curse that lingers over our Chapter....well I expect those Bugs with an Angelus Boltgun on my wrist, a Glaive Encarmine on my hands, and Battle Rites on my lips....
I offer my sincere apologies for the serious misunderstanding, brother.
do you realize the irony in what you just said?
I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don't give a . Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow
troo,troo.
I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don't give a . Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow
Sisters of Battle can be corrupted very easily, the Dawn of War books contain one who turns to Chaos and the Daemonfuge novels contain 5.
Plus, I know I have already said this, but GWS haven't stated that books are non-canon debate revolves around it.
Seriously though, Sisters of Battle can absolutely fall to the ways of Chaos. Really, the only group beyond the grip of the Chaos Gods are the Grey Knights, and that's because their lore specifically states that no Grey Knights have turned traitor.
so 6 = very easily corrupted?
I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don't give a . Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow
Yay! There's an Ork fighting my corner!
Inquistors go rouge because of there exposure to deamons n stuff its not really a surprise and they dont last long after turning.
I just really,really,really,really,really hate chaos and seeing as how half the space marine legions became corrupted I guess it should be a peice of cake to corrupt of of them.
I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. I tell her I don't give a . Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow