My Brothers. It is with a solemn heart that I stand before you, for in these dark times I must bring news that will burden your heart, inflame your righteous anger, but that will sharpen your zeal to that's of the fine point of the spear; for that is what we are Brothers; we are the Emperors spear of death driving straight to the heart of the cowardly heretics to purge them from the realms of man 'Let us rid the galaxy of their taint, let us kill in His name', I hear you cry from your every molecule, but I must enrage you further. The dispicible xenos species that infest the galaxy have seen fit to interfere, to test the might of the Emperors finest and take advantage of the situation thinking we will bend and falter. I say NO, No my Brothers, they shall find us stronger than adamantium, our swords and bolters ready to spill their foul blood. We will baptise the whole galaxy in their blood before we shall even consider our thirst sated, and if it takes our lives to make it so? So be it! To duty my Brothers, to battle, to GLORY!
Ah Boraes. Boreas's secret twin. I wondered how long it would take for him to appear after his twin's "disappearance"
I believe you are mistaken brother; I am the breaker of the Traitor filth Astalen; I herald from a mirror dimension where the only difference is that my brothers and I successfully fended off the attempted insurgency of Cypher and his loathsome lackies - I learnt of my mirror twin's demise after I passed through a warp gate destroying a Greater Demon of Khorne Ka'bandha from my dimension landing me here and was welcomed by my Chapter with open arms, once I had passed certain rituals of faith and purification to prove my soul is my own. I long to bring the Emperors burning fury to His enemies. Bring me the spiteful aging eldar who grasp with dessicated crooked fingers of a dying breed to the memory of a faded empire, for they shall feel my wrath. Bring me the foul vermin of the mindless Greenskin horde, they live simply to be culled like infestation they are, and lowest of the low, the Chaos traitor, the ones our ancestors once called cousin, who spat upon their oaths of loyalty made to Him. We shall greet them with nought but our blades and silent vengeance; we shall not besmirch our honour by letting them hear our voices, for they are beyond even our words of contempt and righteous anger. Our silent cold steel and voices as one piercing to the core of their filth encrusted hearts They shall be eradicated as if they never....even.....existed
Welcome to the fray Brother Chaplain. It seems your expertise will be useful in helping us helping some of these lost marines repent.
An interrogator-chaplain? .....REPENT MOTHERFUCKER! Also, welcome to da party, ya green grot. Ztill don't fink yer proppa kollor choize will zave ya frum moy choppa!
