You were a captain of the Legiones Astartes, fighting under your Primarch and alongside your brothers in the Great Crusade to expand the Imperium. Sheltering humanity under the aegis of a mighty, enlightened and rational nation on the rise.
Now the Legions are shattered into Chapters, your Primarch and brothers fallen to madness and depravity. The Imperium, turned into a bloated, repressive, theocratic shell of what you remember, beset on all sides by foes. Still you fight on.
For Loyalty is its own Reward.
(Inspired by torroar
From the Brink and Swordomatic Glory or Death)
Now the Legions are shattered into Chapters, your Primarch and brothers fallen to madness and depravity. The Imperium, turned into a bloated, repressive, theocratic shell of what you remember, beset on all sides by foes. Still you fight on.
For Loyalty is its own Reward.
(Inspired by torroar
From the Brink and Swordomatic Glory or Death)
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