Penance
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"The scars upon my armor are not merely wounds from battle, but brands of shame. Once, we were the Luna Wolves, the embodiment of the Emperor's righteous fury, our names whispered with reverence across the galaxy. Now? We are but shadows of our former selves, our honor traded for the poisoned chalice of betrayal. The Primarch, whom we swore oaths to, the Legion, which we bled for...they have cast us into the abyss, transforming our legacy from valiant warriors into savage barbarians. The echoes of our glorious past mock us with each brutal act, each step we take further from the light of the Imperium. This shame...this is a wound that may never heal."
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The gift of the Rubicon Primaris and of the new, more powerful Primaris Marines is shared amongst the many chapters wich are part of the Adeptus Astartes organization. Welcomed by some, rejected or mistrusted by others, they are nevertheless a much favorable sight to the already thinly spread forces of the Imperium. Accompanied by the golden members of the Brotherhood of Demigods, the Custodians of Holy Terra, this new breed has reached all known and unknown Chapters, from the savage Space Wolves of Fenris to the tragic and rare Lamenters and beyond, yet one last offering is still to be made. Deep in the starless void, were monsters reside, great beasts hunt relentlessly. Long is their journey, started in the lost epoque of Pre-Unification. In Exile they are damned and by Duty bound, with Hunger they stalk and with the ichor of humanity's foes their thrist they Slake. Guardians, monsters, tyrants, slavers, sunderers, it matters not. Who leads and what they leave behind is nothing but a great Red Wake.

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