SNIPER NUN

The Sniper Nun moves across the battlefield guided not by sight, but by prayer. Her eyes remain veiled, blind to the world yet open to something deeper, each shot preceded by a quiet murmur of devotion. She does not seek her targets with mortal vision; instead, she listens for the rhythm of fate, the quiet pulse of judgment that beats beneath the chaos of war. To those who watch her, it seems as though she walks untouched by fear, her steps measured, her presence serene, as if the battlefield itself bends to her faith.

She carries a scripture-engraved rifle, its barrel darkened by constant use, its surface etched with verses that speak of justice, mercy, and inevitable reckoning. Soldiers swear she strikes targets no mortal eye could ever find — shapes hidden in fog, whispers moving through the dark, shadows that slip between trenches. Her bullets seem to carry more than steel; they carry the weight of prayer, the certainty of a verdict already written. Each shot is not merely an act of war but a ritual, a communion between devotion and death.

In the trenches they say the Lord guides her aim. Some believe angels whisper to her, others claim she hears the confessions of sinners moments before she fires. Whatever the truth, her calm is unshaken. She does not rush, does not falter. She only prays, breathes, and fires — and somewhere, a sinner falls. To those spared, her silence is as haunting as her strike, for they know she does not choose; she obeys.

Rumours spread like smoke among the soldiers. Some insist they saw her rifle glow faintly in the night, as though scripture itself burned upon the barrel. Others whisper that her veil hides not blindness but eyes too radiant to behold. A few claim that when she kneels to pray, the battlefield itself grows still, as if listening. Most dismiss such tales as fevered imagination, yet none dare mock her presence.

The Sniper Nun is not a figure of command or rank. She belongs to no regiment, answers to no mortal officer. She appears, delivers judgment, and vanishes into the haze, leaving behind only the echo of her vow:

“I do not see them. I only hear when their time has come.”

Fully compatible with Trench Crusade

A dream for painters and grimdark collectors

The set – “SNIPER NUN #1 (SNIPER PRIESTESS)”, designed by Wargames Crew

Overall height 41 mm, with a base size of 25 mm.

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