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"I saw them fight before."
>"Who?"
"Them. The Night Sisters. I saw how they moved through enemy ranks like beings of shadow."
>"That lot always bothered me. Too pale and moody."
"They take after their leader. The Night Huntress. I saw her wade through a sea of greenskins, untouched and every movement she made was death, wielding a pair of daggers as long as my arm from elbow to finger tip."
>"... sorry, mate, that's a sword."
"For us, maybe. But she killed their brute of a leader was with such graceful skill, it's head was still screaming orders as it was flung from their shoulders, unknown of it's own demise."
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Goddess of Death
They whispered about her, in the underbelly of the hives.

Nostramo was a world where the weak feared the strong, the only rule of law was the edge of the knife. But things... thinks were changing.

All the misery, they claimed, that blew across the surface of the planet, through and around the hives and the mines, had coalesced and taken form.

A Goddess of Death was born on Nostramo.

And it found them all wanting.
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Sisterhood of the Night
The Tenement Block was crumbling, dilapidated, but... it was home. Konstanze Curze walked through her encampment, watching as her Night Sisters trained in her deadly arts. They were waging a war against the underworld itself, and the Night Huntress may as well be a goddess of death as far as the criminals of the hive were concerned.

She liked it that way, preferred it that way. It wasn't enough for them to fear her, however. She was only one woman, she couldn't be everywhere... it's why she offered everyone of those women she saved... she offered to help them, to teach if they would learn.

The Night Sisters they started to call themselves. Stealthy assassins that struck at the heart of the most vicious gangs and mobs, that took them down with efficiency and lethality. If you cut off the head, the body dies.

She found her way to her perch, to over look all she commanded.

She was Konstanze Curze. She was the Night Huntress. She was the Nostroman Goddess of Death.

And it felt good.