O Endymion My Beloved!
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012.795 post-ECM42 Ultima Segmentum, Charadon Sector, Eumenides III Battle Barge Litania Furia – Litany of Fury
Dark was the hold where the ancients slept. Great warriors of the chapter standing in their armoured sarcophagi, in an eternal state of somnolence. Power cables, pneumatic lines, oxygen tubes, and lubricating conduits connect to the mighty Venerable Castraferrum dreadnoughts. Between each one rises the smoke of holy censors and the scent of sacred unguents fills the air. Thus their readiness is maintained, until the day when the God-Emperor calls them forth again to battle. Until that day, they sleep undisturbed, lit by gold lumens that shine upon their names Akuto, Erebus, Shoigu, and Thule.
‘It is best not to disturb the ancient ones m’lords,’ says the pale and elderly serf.
‘But we have come here to speak to the Ancient Thule,’ said the dark-haired Brother Patroclus.
‘We must speak to him,’ insisted the fair-haired Brother Achilles.
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