Sanguinius' Hibernal Den

Beneath the plaguelands, hidden from all but the gold-red gaze of the Goddess, a dozen escapees house themselves. They do not care about the despotism of the woman above. Instead, they are focused on two things: survival and care. Their bodies are fragmented, enhanced with bone-shattering metal plates and electrical humming 'neath the skin. Steam escapes from vents in the torso. They are mixtures, monstrosities of flesh and mechanical combination, and they are furious.