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@highreclusiarch.bsky.social
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. แถแตแตแต แถ แตสณแตสฐ แตหข แต แถ สณโฑแตโฟแต แตโฟแต สธแตแต แตแตสธ หขโฑแต แตแต แตสธ แตแตแตหกแต. แถแตแตแต แถ แตสณแตสฐ แตหข แถ แตแต แตโฟแต แตแตแตแต สธแตแตสณ แตโฟแต. 1st Captain Shiro Fel Crimson Lotus Champion and Diplomat Daimyo of the 21st
"Befitting the son of such a heinous, vain ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ would persist across the millenia, just to spit his father's acrid rhetoric in my eye. Your debaucherous vile shortcomings are all your own, cretin. Do not sully Dorn's name with your impotent cries for sympathy. You will find none here."
"No, Boy, you do not speak to me of Oaths, I was there when your founder was the black sheep of the herd, noble though his way may have seemed to me at the time. the Black Knight, was still human. It is the damnation of men that they forget, and we have forgotten so much since the days of old."
"Do not speak to me of oathes," he retorts in a low voice, "we have all pushed past the constraints of feeble, fragile mortality." A brief, tense pause. "It is ignorant- no. It is blasphemous to deny our purpose as His weapons- His angels of death. Tread lightly, cousin."
"I was there when first the Legions left terra, we are above all else, Human, to make ourselves nothing more than a weapon is to fail in our first oath, to be bastion and blade for the species, we must not let ourselves forget we are too, humans. augmented and reforged for war, but humans all the -
"We are Astartes," Grimaldus corrected, chin raised as he spoke. "Fashioned in His holy image to protect His charge. We exist to strike, and we strike to win. You would do well to remember that."
he crossed his arms across his own, ornately carved, breastplate, a slight suspicion entering his eyes "We are cousins, before any other rank, Reclusiarch can you not find peace, even here? why do you act as nothing more than a weapon?"
"Never Forgive, Never forget." Dark Angel Deathwing Champion Angel of Death Bringer of Judgement Bearer of the Mace of Corswain Maker of the Lions Claw "And the angels of darkness descended upon pinions of fire and light...the great and terrible dark angels." - Luther, first legion.
"Reclusiarch," he answered curtly, arms folded across his ornate chest. A firm reminder of his station, and how he expected to be addressed. "The crusades fare well. We wage war as unending as our faith in the Emperor."
@highreclusiarch.bsky.social "My cousin, how fare the knights of Dorn after so long?"
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