⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Intro:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀About: Programmer | W40k tt player | Senior Truth Enforcer
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Languages: English | Croatian | German | Russian

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Specs:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀GPU: AMD Radeon RX 7900 XT 20GB
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CPU: AMD Ryzen 9 7900X 12C/24T 3.70-5.40GHz
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀RAM: DDR5 64GB 6000MHz

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Likes:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Warhammer (40,000 | The Horus Heresy | The Old World | Age of Sigmar)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gothic | Fallout | Mass Effect | The Elder Scrolls | Witcher | Warframe
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Prey | Dishonored | Total War | Age of Empires/Mythology | Warcraft
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Doom | Quake | Unreal Tournament | Wolfenstein | Halo | Half-Life
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Need for Speed | Forza Horizon | Ace Attorney | Persona | TWEWY

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Armies:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Black Templars | Dark Angels | Raven Guard
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Night Lords | Iron Warriors | World Eaters

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Crushes:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Arbaal the Undefeated | Archaon the Everchosen | Azrael
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Kharn the Betrayer | Sevagoth | Doom Slayer | Corvo Attano

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Social:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Discord: reveryns (minors DNI)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Add me for: W40k, trade, LFG. I will decline randoms and alts.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    Credits:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Featured artwork #1: grimdorables
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Featured artwork #2: Wastey | Workshop art: Octavio

Cowards die in shame.

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You will die as your weakling father died. Soulless. Honourless. Weeping. Ashamed.

- Sigismund, the first Emperor's Champion and High Marshal of the Black Templars

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I could tell of what these fallen sons are now, of what their betrayal brought them, and how power and pride mutilate nobility. But then anger would darken my words and hide the truth that you, my lords, so crave.

I will not pretend to understand the reasons that drove my brothers down the path of ruin: this is for others to tell. Instead here I will seek to remind my lords of what these warriors were, and so show the height from which they fell.

- Crysos Morturg, Black Shield, Survivor of the Atrocity of Isstvan III

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Weakness characterises those we bring to justice. Their failures are as numerous as the stars in the galaxy. But what we cannot forget is that they are us. We, like they, descend from the Lion. They are our gene-brothers, though we reject and damn them utterly. If they could fall, so can we. Thus must we be eternally vigilant for our own flaws, and persecute them as we would the Fallen. Only then might we shield ourselves from failure, and reach the standard the Primarch would expect of us. Only then can we be true.

- Belial, Grand Master of the Deathwing

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What is it to be a Dark Angel? It is to be one of the First Legion, the honoured, the sons of the Lion. It is to never yield to the will of heretics. It is to know that a moment of laxity spawns a lifetime of heresy. With every breath we who follow in the footsteps of the Lion remember. We will never forget, never forgive.

- Azrael, Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels

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The measure of true glory is not to give battle in the bright noon of war, surrounded by brave comrades upon the field of victory, but to valiantly fight on alone in the darkness, with no hope of aid or even remembrance, and to spit defiance in midnight's eye.

- Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels

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To the darkness I bring fire. To the ignorant I bring faith. Those who welcome these gifts may live, but I will visit naught but death and eternal damnation on those who refuse them.

- Merek Grimaldus, High Chaplain of the Black Templars

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Tell them ruin has come to their world, death, despair and red war. Tell them their hopes and pride have come to nothing. Tell them their empty whispers fall upon deaf ears - their gods are dead, human logic has killed them. Tell them the Angels of Death have come. Tell them that nothing can save them now.

- Perturabo, Primarch of the Iron Warriors

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What would you know of struggle, perfect son? When have you fought against the mutilation of your mind? When have you had to do anything other than tally compliance's and polish your armor?
The people of your world named you "Great One". The people of mine called me slave.
Which one of us landed on a paradise of civilization to be raised by a foster father, Roboute? Which one of us was given armies to lead after training in the halls of the Macraggian High Riders? Which one of us inherited a strong, cultured kingdom?
And which one of us had to rise up against a kingdom with nothing but a horde of starving slaves? Which one of us was a child enslaved on a world of monsters, with his brain cut up by carving knives?
Listen to your blue clad wretches yelling courage and honor, courage and honor! Do you even know the meaning of those words?
Courage is fighting the kingdom which enslaves you, no matter that their armies outnumber yours by ten-thousand to one. You know nothing of courage! Honor is resisting a tyrant when all others suckle and grow fat on the hypocrisy he feeds them. You know nothing of honor!

- Angron, Primarch of the World Eaters

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Let the powers of darkness favour me if they will. Let them lend me their strength and draw strength from my victories, if that is their want. You will not see me kneel to them even as I kneel before you now. All gods are fickle. Don't trust in them. I don't. Believe as much as you need to or not at all. Ultimately, the only thing you can really believe in is yourself.

They serve themselves. As do I. This world is not fit for man or god. The Empire and nations of old, the exotic lands beyond and even here - the cruel Wastes. All will fall and all will burn for me. I will be the Lord of the End Times. The harbinger of doom for all - man and god - for in a world of the slain, with no men, no savages, no ancients of the elder races to pray to them and erect their temples, what will become of these gods, their heroes and their daemons?

- Archaon the Everchosen, Lord of the End Times

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Are you as insulted as I am? This is what they send against us? This rabble? We hold one of the mightiest cities on the face of the planet. The fury of its guns sends all skyborne enemies to the ground in flames. We stand united in our thousands - our weapons without number, our purity without question, and our hearts beating courage through our blood. And this is how they attack us?

Brothers and sisters, a legion of beggars and alien dregs wheezes its way across the plains. Forgive me when the moment comes that they whine and weep against our walls. Forgive me that I must order you to waste ammunition upon their worthless bodies.

I have heard many souls speak my name in whispers since I came to Helsreach. I ask you now: Do you know me? I am Grimaldus of the Black Templars! A brother to the Steel Legions of this defiant world!

Never again in life will your actions carry such consequences. Never again will you serve as you serve now. No duty will matter as much, and no glory will taste as true. We are the defenders of Helsreach. On this day, we carve our legend in the flesh of every alien we slay. Will you stand with me?

Sons and daughters of the Imperium! Our blood is the blood of heroes and martyrs! The xenos dare defile our city? They dare tread the sacred soil of our world? We will throw their bodies from these walls when the final day dawns!

This is our city! This is our world! Say it! Cry it out so the bastards in orbit will hear our fury! Our city! Our world!

Run, alien dogs! Come to me! Come to us all! Come die in blood and fire!

For the Templars! For the Legion! For Helsreach!

Hurl yourselves at these walls, inhuman filth! Die on our blades! I am Grimaldus of the Black Templars, and I will cast your carcasses from these holy walls!

- Merek Grimaldus, High Chaplain of the Black Templars

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The Wolves kill cleanly, and we do not. They also kill quickly, and we have never done that, either. They fight, they win, and they stalk back to their ships with their tails held high. If they were ever ordered to destroy another Legion, they would do it by hurling warrior against warrior, seeking to grind their enemies down with the admirable delusions of the 'noble savage'. If we were ever ordered to assault another Legion, we would virus bomb their recruitment worlds; slaughter their serfs and slaves; poison their gene-seed repositories and spend the next dozen decades watching them die slow, humiliating deaths. Night after night, raid after raid, we'd overwhelm stragglers from their fleets and bleach their skulls to hang from our armour, until none remained.

But that isn't the quick execution the Emperor needs, is it? The Wolves go for the throat. We go for the eyes. Then the tongue. Then the hands. Then the feet. Then we skin the crippled remains, and offer it up as an example to any still bearing witness. The Wolves were warriors before they became soldiers. We were murderers first, last, and always!

- Jago Sevatarion, First Captain of the Night Lords

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But who if not you? Who will stand if you will not? Who will you let die in your place?