‘What becomes of a trash picker when you hand them a weapon and tell them they’ve been given a divine purpose?' 'Carnage.’ |
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The soldiers of Fulthar Het’s scratch companies were little more than trash-pickers, brigands, and what their detractors called ‘human refuse’ before the War of the False Primarch.
In the immolation of their entire subsector, however, they found holy purpose. And for a time, the eyes of their masters looked on them favourably, a tool of ruthless ingenuity, strict faith, and utter pragmatism.
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