Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140419184522/@comment-28917471-20140506203227

OOC: Thanks Shas, I appreciate it! I'll lead the way...

IC:

Addressing Sonya. "Hive-City Villareal, and may the Emperor watch over you! Noble Guardsmen."

Ansgar have then turned his attention on the Space Wolve.

"I question not your honor, Son of Russ, but those are dark times, and we must stay ever vigilant, do forgive me if your honor was stained. The bonds between our Legions and our Primarchs may be fragile, and I do question the loyalty of those Space Marine Chapters that stray from the teachings of Codex Astartes. Yet, we are all equal in the Emperor's wisdom.

Ansgar have removed his helmet for the first time since he have borded the "Funeral".

Ansgar had a short brown hair, green eyes, and 2 service studds that were attached to Marine's cranium.

"I will not teach you how to make War on the enemies of the Emperor, nor will I Force you to accept my Commands, you know this better then anyone else. But you must overcome the grief of the loss of your Battle-Brothers! If not, then you won't be able to fight as fierce as you had before, and you shall forever fall from the Grace of the Emperor. This will only strengthen the beaset from within, and you can never allow that."

Ansgar took a few second of silence...

" We can never bring back the Brotherhood that you have lost, but we can give you a new one, where you will be able to prove yourself worthy again, worthy to fight side by side, worthy to stand beside the Emperor. Only in death does duty ends."

Ansgar have then waited for the Wolve to respond...