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Are you all forgetting that acording to the great Mattlexus scribe, we all want to be sons of Guiliman? Something about us owing our existance to his Codex Astartes. If not for him, we'd be Imperial Fists still! We should embrace the fact that our stepdad is back!

Now then... why don't we all go and paint our armor blue in his honor, eh, lads? :smile.:

This... cannot go unpunished. 

With Sigismund, Dorn and Emperor as my witness, I challenge you to combat to the death! 

Your head shall be re-purposed into a servo skull, forever in penance for your slight and serving the Black Templar cause until the end of the eternal crusade!

Surely you jest, one of the Emperors most beloved children has returned, while Sigismund, Dorn and the Emperor remain dead! We should all rejoyce at this great turn of fortune as Cadia fell!

 

 

Ok, so we wont paint our armor blue... but surely we'll all agree to under-go the Primaris conversion together brothers! :smile.:

 

Nope... you can go Primaris all the way... I'll try to revive the Emperor somehow... maybe go to an Alternate Universe and use the Xeno-heretical wishing balls that summons a Warp Dragon that grants wishes... or that cup that our forefathers Crusaded for during the ancient Arthurian Crusade, led by High Marshal Arthurius with his Knights and Coconut Wielding Neophytes... I hear the cup has miraculous properties... :D

 

And Guilliman won't be the only Primarch returning... another Heretic arises... Lion'El Johnson has awoken once more...

 

mind you I still think Guilliman is a traitor in his own accounts... building an Imperium Secundus instead of defending Terra... that's absolutely heretical, Horus would be pleased... also, as for the "beloved" part, it has been established without a trace of a doubt, the Emperor never loved the Primarchs as sons, he saw them as mere tools, as instruments to complete his grand design... too bad though that his tool technically stabbed him in the back... as you can see, I'm loyal to the Emperor... not some tool...

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This thread was envisioned as an opportunity to share some zeal and inspiration in the face of the unknown. Can we dial back the banter/bait a little and get back to the crozius-waving?

 

If the emperor's will is to send you a vision of glory and battle, then step up, Champion, and share his words with your brethren! Stoke the flames of Zeal!

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​I plant the tip of my sword in the ground and kneel.


The battlefield is my Chapel, and this is to become Holy Ground.


I grip the hilt of my sword and press it to my forehead.


I speak the Litanies of Hate, as taught to me by my Chaplains.


I pray for the continued strength to purge in the name of Sigismund, Dorn, and The Emperor.


 


​My grip tightens on the hilt of my blade as the battle begins.


I end my prayer and stand alongside my brothers.


​My chains rattle, my tabard flaps, my purity seals flutter.


​My pistol is ready, my sword edge keen.


The enemy before me does not know his mistake.


​I will educate him, as I have many others in my service.


 


​ZEAL FLOODS MY BEING AS I STRIDE FORWARD.


​THIS HAS TRUELY BECOME HOLY GROUND,


​WET WITH THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMY.


​I WILL NOT FALTER.


I TRUELY HAVE NO PITY!


​I CONTAIN NO ROOM IN MY SOUL FOR REMORSE!


​AND AS I CHARGE ALONGSIDE MY BROTHERS INTO THE MELEE


I KNOW NO FEAR!


Edited by SWORD BROTHER RYAN
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Brother, you have given us a full measure of your Wrath this day...and the Emperor smiles.

 

This needs to be carved into the side of a mountain for posterity, that all may benefit.

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Reclusiarch, your voice is beckoned!

 

+Nff...don't wanna.+

 

Wake up, Reclusiarch.  We need your guidance!

 

+Quiet.  Sleeping.+

 

Rise and speak, brother.  Walk to war with us.  Rain death and fury upon the unclean!

 

+Stop that.+

 

Stop what, brother?

 

+That!+

 

You mean...this?

 

+Yes, that!+

 

It is our ZEAL Reclusiarch!

 

+It is ANNOYING, brother.+

 

Will you walk if I stop this?

 

+I'll paddle you into a red smear you if you don't.+

 

But will you walk?

 

+Nggg...promise+

 

Promise to stop this you mean?

 

+Yes.  Promise?+

 

I swear on my ZEA...er, zeal, Reclusiarch.  No more.

 

+Fine.  Fetch my Paddleum and get out of the way+

 

And lo did Firepower wake and walk into the fray. :cool.:

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We are Emperor's Finest

We are Scion's of Dorn

We are Sigismund's Legacy

We are The Black Templars

And We Shall Endure!

 

We Shall End the Dark Imperium

We Shall Never Surrender

We Shall Never Forget

We are The Eternal Crusaders

 

Crossing the Sea of the Final Frontier

Crossing the Field of Broken Bodies

Crossing through the Pools of Blood

To Bring Redemption by Bolter and Chainsword

 

For we Accept Any Challenge no Matter the Odds

And We Do not Suffer the Unclean to Live

Forever we Abhor the Witch and The Heretic

And Upholding his Honor until His Mercy Comes

 

We Shall Endure

For We are His Eternal Crusaders

We Are Scion's of Dorn

We Are Sigismund's Legacy

 

FOR WE ARE BLACK TEMPLARS

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I need a Black Templar-y sounding phrase to freehand onto the banner hanging from the front of my new Contemptor Dread.

Any suggestions?

 

Honor is Life.  I like the multiple meanings of it on a Dread. :smile.:

 

Would probably sound cooler in Latin but that's out of my wheelhouse.  

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