Governor Eliphas Strabo looked over his shoulder, clearly uncomfortable with skulking around in the shadows, on his own planet. He stepped into the shadows of the abandoned shrine and squinted his eyes, to adapt to the darkness within.
The winds are howling, the warp is stirring, a storm is coming to Iocanthe. Get your kill team ready!! The Golden Goblins are organizing a 40K Kill Team Campaign. The Storm of Iocanthe In this story driven campaign every player… Continue Reading