oisting the sacred banner of his cult above the frenzied anarchy of their insurgency, the Acolyte Iconward is a focus both religious and military. Some Iconwards have spent centuries preparing for their incursion, and releasing this anticipation brings an infectious rush that inspires brood brothers to war. The sight of his standard sends the broodkin surging forward in a wave of indiscriminate violence – violence that the Iconward himself can match, his infection near-undiluted. The Acolyte’s icon must not be allowed to fall, as it represents the dawn of a glorious new order.