MOUNTED DAEMONETTES OF SLAANESH

Through clouds of musk-scented mist ride
the Daemonettes of Slaanesh, their dark,
desire-laden eyes always casting about for
their next victim. Mounted on swift-striding
Daemon Fiends of Slaanesh the sinuous
grace of these predators belie their speed
and deadliness.
Mounted Daemonettes of Slaanesh may be
used by a Chaos Space Marine army or a
Lost and the Damned army, provided that
they are able to take Slaanesh Daemons. A
unit of Mounted Daemonettes takes up a
Fast Attack choice on a Force Organisation
chart.
Pts/Model WS BS S T W I A Ld Sv
Invulnerable. Daemons are unnatural riding beast which is used to inflict exquisite
creatures, made from the very stuff of agonies on the Daemonette’s victims.
Chaos itself and are therefore very difficult Daemonic Speed confers the ability to move
to destroy. They all have the daemonic aura like cavalry, as detailed in the Warhammer
ability and have a 5+ Invulnerable save. 40,000 rulebook.
Instability. Daemons are subject to
Daemonic Instability on page 12 of Codex:
Chaos Space Marines. See the Instability
rules for more details.
Spawn of Slaanesh. Mounted Daemonettes
have Warp Scream and Daemonic Talons
(extra attack included in the profile above).
Also their riding beast confers Daemonic
Mutation (extra attack included in the profile
above) and Daemonic Speed.

28 4 0 4 3 1 4 1+2 8 5+ Warp Scream is a piercing, disorientating

Number/squad 5-10
Weapons Claws, lash tails and fangs (all
included in profile above)
SPECIAL RULES
Summoned. Mounted Daemonettes are
always summoned to the battlefield, see the
Summoning rules on page 12 of Codex:
Chaos Space Marines for more details.
shriek that reduces the Initiative of enemy in
close combat by -1.
Daemonic Talons is a gift which confers a
pair of close combat weapons on the
Daemonette. These claws can penetrate
any armour and inflict wounds on the
toughest of foes.
In this case Daemonic Mutation refers to the
whipping lash of a tail possessed by the

The 14th Company of the 410th Mordian Iron Guard came to a
gentle rise and swept up in perfect order. As they reached the top
they came to a halt even before Captain Dechoff could yell the
order.
Ahead of them was a low valley full of waving, waste-deep violet
fronds, the bodies of dozens of Mordians lying amongst the blooms.
The knife-shaped leaves had pierced them so that they now hung
there as securely as if they had been shot while crossing razorwire.
On the other side of the valley was a low entrenchment, all along
it sprang the banners of the enemy each defying reason with its
blasphemous images and unspeakable slogans.
Dechoff was taking no chances, he had no idea what danger lay in
the field ahead of them but recognised the insignia of the 5th
Company on the corpses and knew they had been good soldiers.
‘Flamers, clear me a path, first, second and third platoon, assault
columns, follow the flamer paths. Fourth, fifth and sixth platoon,
covering fire. Mortars, target the centre of the ridge, autocannon on
overwatch, be ready for any surprises. Fourteenth Company, for the
Emperor, advance’.
The splendidly uniformed troops went into action with their
customary élan. The violet leaves curled away from the roaring
flames and smouldered darkly when struck, a path was cleared
though. The assault columns moved forward and into a ragged volley
from the opposite hill, lasfire mingled with slug throwers. Men fell
but the returning precision volleys from their supporting platoons
raked the Chaos emplacements drawing disturbingly ecstatic screams
from the enemy.
Through the roar of weapons fire came a distant jingle of delicate
bells and chimes, a warm wind washed down the valley tinged with
a sweet, cloying scent. Mordians’ either gagged or stood transfixed.
The fire from the heretic lines stopped completely as they sensed
the approach of their mistresses. The stillness was cut by a grating,
rending din as etheric claws slashed through the skein of reality.
A black, ragged scar was torn along the ridge as dark lights played
around the blasphemous banners of the heretics. Beyond the rift was
a glimpse of the realm of madness, despair and nightmare and
leaping through it came the daemons of Chaos.
They were at once beautiful and loathsome. Svelte, pale, exotic
daemon-women mounted on sinuous, hissing steeds. They wore
deadliness and terror like a cloak. Some Mordians saw a vision out
of hell that was uncomfortably seductive, others saw their darkest
desires made manifest. The damned troop of daemonettes spurred
forward through the sea of purple flowers, the razor-sharp leaves
grazing the flanks of the beasts and the thighs of their riders like
gentle caresses. In response the riders gave voice to a deep-throated
moan that rolled ahead of their advance, slowing time as in a dream
and clouding the minds of the unfortunate Mordians.
There was no time to react, the supporting autocannons, safely
ensconced behind the lines only began to fire as the lead daemons
reached the Mordian assault platoons. The daemonettes and their
mounts were a blur wreathed in the viscera of their victims. Men
moved in slow motion compared to them and with each lash of a
tail or sweep of a claw a broken wreck of a soldier fell.
Captain Dechoff roared at the reserve platoons to counter-attack but
the horror in the valley was too much even for the Iron Guard and
squad by squad they began to fall back. Men who would willingly
plunge into battle with hulking Orks, were chilled to their souls
by the daemonettes. Despite Dechoff’s imploring the retreat became
a rout.
Dechoff knew how the regimental Commissar would view this
shameful defeat but looking at the victorious daemons feeding on
the still-warm hearts of the fallen and the way the burnt, trampled
purple blooms reared up, impaling the freshly slain he resolved that
he would never see this scene in his dreams. Dropping his laspistol,
his spirit broken beyond repair he began to walk helplessly down
into the valley toward the waiting daemon-women.

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