The Sariant's Creed

[Mirtok 2853]

The Sariant's Creed

 

 

“You are the future of the Order

 

You, and those like you, hold the Orders soul in your hands. We wear the black mark, and we are the beating heart of a reborn brotherhood. It is our duty to remember. We are charged to recall the traditions that came before the moment when our Order stood on the edge of extinction. Remember those who stood against the enemies of the past, those who carried the old Order on their backs and bled for its success. Give penance for the fallen brothers of a defeated age and learn from what came before.

 

You, and those like you, are the Order. We serve those who call upon us to do so, a Nation of our own people, a land that is our home. The traditions and codes of the old Order guide us but this new age leads us into the unknown. Be loyal to your comrades and the Order for they are the same and we are your salvation in an existence brimming with darkness. Give yourself to the Order and the Order will give itself for you. Fight for the Order and the Order will fight for you. Die for the Order and the Order will die for you.

 

You, and those like you, carry the Order. We wear the armor forged in a time when the first Imperium was born- repaired, amended and maintained in the decades since by generations of warriors, soldiers and loyal men. Your blades have tasted the blood of every foe the old Order has ever fought, slain beast and man alike in a most righteous fervor and service. The names of each man before you etched onto its hilt and the battle that claimed them dating to its very forging on the first Motherland.

 

You, and those like you are the victorious leer of the legends who founded us. But why are you charged with these responsibilities? Why do you wear the black mark? Because you hate. You hate more than any other man, and your hatred runs blacker, deeper, purer than theirs. A hate that stands above all others. One hate that burns in our blood and roars from the mouths of each Sariant when we stand together in war. It is a hatred with many names, those who sought to exterminate us, those who seek to destroy us, those who offer only darkness and suffering.

 

But to us, they are simply the Enemy.

 

We are the Teutonic Order, the descendants of titans, and we have survived extinction when all others would have fallen into worthless memory. Our hatred takes us from the ashes of an old world and delivers us to salvation!”

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