'The Imperium does not breed warriors with the warm hearts of men, but angels with the cold hearts of weapons.'
Greetings once again! This weekend sees me making sure I am ready for the trip across the pond to England next week. My good buddy Mordian 7th and I are making a pilgrimage to England to play in the Tempus Fugitives narrative campaign weekend called Hammer of the Gods. This trip should be a blast! I am so excited to meet and play with the fine folks at the Tempus Fugitives!
Here is a couple of shots of the army fully assembled on the embarkation deck awaiting the final 'oaths of the moment':
I will leave you with something that was overheard while the units mustered onto their transports:
"This is my Bolter. There are many like it but this one is mine. My Bolter is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my Bolter is useless. Without my Bolter I am useless. I must fire my Bolter true. I must shoot straighter than the Xenos who are trying to kill me. I must shoot before they shoot. I will. Before Sanguinius I swear this creed: my Bolter and I are defenders of Humanity, we are the true masters of the Galaxy, we are an Angel of Death. So be it, until there is no War, but peace. Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant."
---Squad Pellario’s Embarkation Chant —
Blood Angel’s Strike Cruiser Sangreal
Take care all and thanks for looking!