- Location
- United States of America
[X] Captain Aahan Talaraz. Tall, silent and stern, you have wholly embraced the ideal of your great Crusade, and have devoted every waking moment for the last ten thousand years to redeeming for your fall. You committed grievous sin in following your doomed brothers for even the smallest of moments, and the shame of it smarts still. You have looked upon the Emperor's face. You have walked on Holy Terra when it was Old Earth. You know no doubt or uncertainty. Only the Emperor. And you will never fail him again.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.
[X] Your Apothecary, Eudamidas. Alone among all your Company, he is not an Iron Warrior. In distant decades gone by, he was a member of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim's proud sons. He was separated from his legion before the Heresy, and never had the chance to be corrupted as they were. He is valued among the Company for his ability to take geneseed from fallen Astartes into willing volunteers from worlds you have saved. Though his process is rushed, its flaws are few, and it has kept your ranks bolstered for centuries.