Mr. Ghus is coming along nicely. He has a nice yellow coat and a proper crusting of grime. He maintains a personal level of filth only a foot soldier of the arch enemy stationed on a daemon world can manage. He wields a weapon of alien design, from a different time and space, cast out of the warp at the whim of a dark prince. Ghus recovered the strange gun from the detris of blue scabs which form the no man’s land of his current home. He and all around him view the weapon as a boon of chaos and many now give Ghus a respectful distance while others plot to take it for themselves.