mitch dharma

A certain Savoyard's interest is piqued.

Sammy, the Savoyard spirit of war, smiles.

A solemn baseborn youth of Savoyard origin took his place before his liege lord, Jon Renault, in the throne room at Aldersport. Illuminated only by the incandescent flicker of firelight did he lower himself to kneel, reciting the sacred oath with unbridled zeal and conviction so absolute that the authenticity of his words could never be subject to aspersion by any good God-fearing man. "What is it to be a space marine?" "It is to be death!" "What is it to be death?" "It is to be the destroyer, the end of all things." "What is it to end life?" "It is an honor, to be the executioners of the Emperor." "Why do we fight?" "To protect the Imperium and deliver making from the evil of the xenon, the mutant and the heretic!" "What is the xenon?" "A blight to be purged!" "What is the mutant?" "A cancer to be excised!" "What is the heretic?" "A shame to be expunged!" "What is the bolster, the flamer, the missile?" "The incarnation of destruction, by which we bring about the death of the Emperor's foes!" "What is the armor, the helm and the shield?" "The embodiment of our faith, our determination given form." "Who is the primarch?" "Our father, our guide, our king!" "Who is the Chapter Master?" "The primarch's regent, to whom we swore oaths, the voice of the Emperor in the mortal world." "What are our oaths?" "The steel that binds our lives to the Emperor." "What did we swear?" "Our lives are as naught in the vision of the Emperor, save that by them we shall destroy all foes." "What is the fate of all foes?" "To perish in the fire of battle and be cleansed from the galaxy." "Who will prevail against the darkness?" "The Ultramarines!" "Who are the swords of the Emperor?" "The Ultramarines!" "Who are the ons of Magraggc?" "The Ultramarines!" "For the Emperor and the primarch! Death! Bring hate to our foes!"

"Eight-hundred for the fishing tome." declares a simple angler.