![]() His captain was alone, standing before the pooled remains of the warp creature he had just vanquished, and he was weakened… Blinding light ripped into the darkness like a jagged knife, careless of the damage it wreaked. In his maddened urgency, he’d lost sight of the ambusher who was closing on Kadai. The world passed by in a blur as Tsu’gan traversed the short distance to the ground. Tsu’gan had believed glory was worth the risk. Hubris and arrogance had impelled him to disobey. He remembered the armoured shadow, closing in from where he should have been where, as a loyal Salamander, he should have stayed sentry. It was this, the cold realisation of his failure, which sat like ice in Tsu’gan’s gut. “No!” The word was wrenched from his throat. Tsu’gan screamed as he plummeted from the stone parapet towards the temple floor below. ![]() Upon the anvil of war are we tempered.” -attributed to Tu’Shan, Chapter Master of the Salamanders ![]() From the fires of battle are we born, brothers. These are the credos of the Promethean Cult these are our tenets these are our laws. Through self-sacrifice and endurance beyond all others do we become inviolable. “In isolation do we find our true strength. It is here in battle-meditation that he girds himself, here that he finds the warrior spirit within. But such inviolability must be honed, refocused before every campaign. The Space Marine does not feel pain as other men do, he does not experience fear. He is the epitome of the warrior, a martial specimen of vast strength and dauntless courage. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. ![]() It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. Greatest amongst his soldiers arc the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperors will. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. SALAMANDER Tome of Fire - 01 Nick Kyme (An Undead Scan v1.0)įor mum.
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