𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬.

𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑵𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓.

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞,
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑴𝑷𝑯 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝑫𝑰𝑬!"

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#𝑴𝑽𝑹𝑷

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[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

https://t.co/z6Jfuc4lv2

He is almost ready. Xenos beware

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

https://t.co/z6Jfuc4lv2
Crucible experience this week on that lvl 6 helmet grind. Term chaos sorcerer die

[Luth @BolterToKokoro]

😔

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

https://t.co/eAL77b1XDS

[▇▇▇：∕∕ 𝐅𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝐁𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝐏𝚄𝙼𝙿. @MSUR54]

Does this mean I am forgiven for my heresy

[▇▇▇：∕∕ 𝐅𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝐁𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝐏𝚄𝙼𝙿. @MSUR54]

Abort them both

[Lord Selwyn @W0LFOFHONOUR]

just slime me dawg

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

Heretic astartes son or t'au sympathizer daughter

[ً @NECRONCOLLECTOR]

𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛—
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𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙚.

|| ♡ + ↻ || #40KRP || MDNI ||

[- FOR THE SLAUGHTERED ANGEL. @OFCRETACIA]

#40KRP x #MVRP

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

These wretched xenos have been clattering at the sacred walls of our Imperium for ten-thousand years. We have answered with defiance and fury," his jaw tenses, his tone lowers, "but we have yet to find the end of these beasts."

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

Grimaldus stands when addressed.

"High Marshal Helbrecht brings divine fury to the Ork warbands plaguing the Segmentum Solar," he answered his Primarch.

"Our fleet was making ready to reinforce the crusade already underway in Segmentum Tempetus when we received word of your

[Rogal Dorn @SeventhPrimarch]

Dorn stood amongst his sons, the Black Templars, the ones who once were the very protectors of him. Now, their role has swelled into something far larger than just being body guards.
At the head came the most revered among them, Reclusiarch Grimaldus, Hero of Helsreach. Rogal —

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

return, My Lord."

Grimaldus paused and glanced over his shoulder at a nearby castellan. Their gazes hold for a moment, and the Reclusiarch gives a vague nod before turning his gaze back toward Rogal.

"We seek your guidance, Sire, in the deliverance of the God-Emperor's wrath.

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

He finally found the sense to bow his head. At this gesture, every present battle brother took a knee as well. The bridge of the ship fell deathly silent; not one amongst them could muster anything in the presence of their Lord and Sire.

@SeventhPrimarch

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

Grimaldus stands, awestruck, at the sight before him. Clad in ornate gold, beset on either side by the wide span of shimmering eagles.

His gene-sire. The Praetorian. Lord Dorn.

Father.

The Reclusiarch tore his helm from his head and took a knee with such speed that his armor

[𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐬. @highreclusiarch]

groaned against the sudden impact. Even on one knee, his helmet tucked under an arm, Grimaldus could not look away.

"My Lord," he finally managed, his voice wavering from the immensity of the sight before him.

Grimaldus was never found wanting for words, but this was different.