“For only Him on Terra guides my sword”
Son of Dorn
Warrior of the heresy
Crimson fist
Victim of poor warp navigation
Brother
Sergeant
Veteran
Builder
Shield
(Some of his lore is just for goofy shit)
“I may not have my legion. But I will have as many of my sons with me as their ‘codex’ allows for their chapters. But that doesn’t stop me from having their chapters together.”
There’s almost a sense of pride in that tone.
As usual. His Brother’s antics are too hidden to read behind his charismatic smile. Throne only knew how Horus was known as the charismatic one when Fulgrim was around.
He reached out, taking his Brother’s hand firmly.
“If you’re here to tease me about something, be on with it.”
Noting the typical dour mood of his sibling, Fulgrim held an armored hand out. Their taller Nocturnian sibling was always the one more inclined to hugs.
"Rogal..." He had hummed, allowing a faint smile to play on those pale lips.
Contrary to what most may think, the aristocrat of the primarchs is moat overjoyed to see his younger sibling.
“Rogal!” Even Fulgrim knew not to pay too much attention to the distaste his brothers had for his eccentric personality.
Dorn knew anyone could do this task. Throne, even a chapter serf could do this. But he’s learned that all can and should be useful. Idle hands means chaos advances with every second wasted.
For all he knew, that town was overrun and he’s sending that squad to their deaths…
- taking said data slate , klose saluted the primarch .
❝ Understood my lord , we won't take long . ❞
he said nodding his head , turning to his troops
to which the sergeant wouldn't waste any-time .
— anticipating a foe that’s yet to arrive.
“I cannot send Astartes forces as humans respond better to another human. If anything should go wrong before? Turn back. This is not a task worth dying for. The Emperor Protects.”
Turning his attention to an adept who was amongst the crowd that was with Dorn, he took a data slate clearly not meant for him and turned back to extend the device towards the soldiers.
“Sergeant, take your squad to a nearby town. Information is uploaded to this.”
His hand —
with a simple exhale , did the guardsman
fix his posture and stood at attention ..
his cowardly nature quelled for once .
❝ So- my lord , what do you require of me .ᐣ ❞
— will cover you till you reach the town. Recon shows little to no enemy forces in the area, but consider the air support my benefit of the doubt. Once there, you will assess their capabilities and any other noteworthy features.”
He turns his gaze towards the horizon, as if —
“So the story goes. Like my Brother, the Lord Regent, I’ve returned. We, the Emperor’s sons, shall not leave humanity in this dark age.”
His tone was the usual stone cold tone that most were met with. But, it had an underlying tone of care.
❝ T-they said you were gon-gone . ❞
He said looking up at the Primarch , bowing his head afterwards , he could never look at the Space Marines directly ..