meel
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| 24 Dec 2011 02:24 PM |
I am the future of my Chapter. My masters and mentors often tell me this.They say I, and those like me, hold the chapter's soul in our hands. We wear the black, and we are the beating heart of a reborn brotherhood. It is our duty to remember. We are charged to recall the traditions that came before the moment when our Chapter stood on the edge of extinction. My name is Argo. In a Chapter with few remaining relics, I am blessed above my brothers in the tools of war in my possession My armour was born when the Imperium was born repaired, amended and maintained in the centuries since by generations of warriors, slaves, servitors and serfs. My bolter roared on battlefields of the Horus Heresy, and has been carried in the red-marked hands of thirty-seven Astartes since the day of its forging. Each of their names etched into the dark iron of the weapon, along with the name of the world that claimed their lives. The eyes of my helm have stared out onto ten thousand wars,and seen a million of ManKind's foes die. Around my neck is a gift from the Ecclesiarchy of Holy Terra: an aquila symbol of priceless worth and imbued with the warding secrets of a technology almost lost to time.My armour is black, for i am death itself. My helm is the skull of every man that died in every battle fought by the Chapter in the ten millennia since our founding. More than that, my face is the victorious leer of the dying Emperor. And why am i charged with this responsibility? Why do I wear black? Because I hate. I hate more than my brothers, and my hatred runs blacker, deeper, purer than theirs One hate stands above all. One hate that burns in our blood and barks from the mouth of five hundred bolters when we stand together in war. It is a hatred with many names: the greenskin, the ork, the kine. To us they are simply the Enemy. We are the Sons Of Horus, the shield hand of Dorn, and we have survived extinction when all others would have fallen into worthless memory. Oour hatred takes us across the stars in service to the Throne. And now it brings us to Syral.
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| 24 Dec 2011 02:25 PM |
| Wn=hy you posted this here is beyond me.. |
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| 24 Dec 2011 02:26 PM |
| Wow, major typo. I mean't to say Why |
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meel
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