I am Lord Varsuvius. Dark Apostle of the 39th Host. Speaker in the Hidden Places and Slayer of the Deusphantine of the Hands of Sebastian Thor. I pledge myself and my Devout to this endeavor.

I'm Dark Apostle Morentz and welcome to the flock my long lost brother Varsuvius. It is great to see other Word Bearers coming together under one banner. As for you World Eaters, all I need is a crozius to crush my foes with.

Greetings, Brothers, from the most-blessed 22nd Company-Host "The Ebon Blades" of the holy XVII Legion. At last our long pilgrimage is coming to an end, our centuries of languishing in our defeat coming to a close. Our opportunity to strike back at the servants of the False-Emperor has finally arrived! We, the holy warrior-brothers of the Aurelian's own legion, the sacred bearers of the Latros Sacrum, the scions of Colchis, are the chosen sons of our Primarch and of the Chaos Gods themselves and it our duty to spread the Word to all those who would dare deny the truly divine the worship they deserve! We will carve a bloody path through the loyalists and xenos that dare stand in our way and in doing so will reap such a harvest of souls that the Gods will gorge for an eternity on the fruits of our labors!

Brothers! The time of our ascension is nigh! Let the galaxy quake with our cry! DEATH TO THE FALSE-EMPEROR!

Welcome back my cousin. The Legion of the XVII welcome back it's distant cousins back into the embrace of our glorious Primarch, Lorgar. Your time for vengeance shall be the spear point towards Terra and the Carrion Emperor >Spits<. Leave none alive, slaughter the sons of Gulliman, burn Ultrimar!

I Sharranous, Champion of Chaos and son of Lorgar welcome you to the Legion of the True Word. Spread the Word to all who would hear the truth and the will of the Dark Gods.

Our actions shall be our words to the cracked and broken followers of the False Emperor. Every corpse of our brothers shall pass only when the ultimate price has been paid by a score of devotees of the Imperial Cult. Every action and word and step shall be a symphony in whose refrain they hear their death. "Die!" we will command "Die and Die again, you followers of a false god!" They will hear this. And even the most blindly faithful among them will despair that their impotent god cannot save them.

I dedicate my service to the Word Bearer legion.

Let the Dark Apostles bless your armor in the crimson of our Legion and adorn your armor with the words of Lorgar. Prove your worth to the Legion as you slaughter the slaves of the False Emperor.

Such beautiful word have never been spoken before.

As you can see I spread the Word with ferocious articulation.

I talk real good, too