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Some Cole CutsBrother Uriel Kelmorian, that was his name. It was millennia ago, it was when he awoke by the hand of the Archmagos, when he joined the Black Templars and it was now. Truth be told it sometimes confounded him how someone psycho-conditioned as extensively as he found difficulty in retaining identity after all his... surreal experiences. Indeed a Marine had little identity and need of one to begin with, but forgetting the past was not something he could so readily do.
When he was told he would be joining the Black Templars he was simply told they were Sons of Dorn embodying his heroism, his self-sacrifice, his fury, a Chapter that retained massive size almost in memory of the Great Crusade. It seemed more... romantic, as archaic and mortal of a word as that was. But he was not quite prepared for the full extent of what he came up against. Unlike many of the unnumbered Sons he grimly accepted the fact that mortals now venerated the Emperor as divine, but that Astartes, of his own Gene-Sire no less could succumb to such? It was the unthinkable incarnate. On his first day as an integrated Chaplain of the Black Templars he was scrutinized with much suspicion and confusion for he was after all a new breed of Marine, the next step in the evolution of the Emperor's Angels. That was natural and expected — things he had prepared for. Yet when he was expected to recite litanies directly referring to the Emperor as a God, as a Holy Father? That was wholly different. He obeyed naturally, for he could in truth do nothing against it. But he despised the state of affairs, he hated it!
Especially the fact he was slowly beginning to lend authenticity to their Prayers.
But a chance came up. The Deathwatch needed more warriors, and he was an excellent specimen. Uriel was a Chaplain and naturally a good orator, but when compared to other Chaplains he always stated that his prowess was not in his speech but in his ability to maintain it in combat, the true calling of any Marine. So he was selected as one for the Deathwatch, for it was known the furor and particular brand of zeal that other Chaplains of the Chapter would provide did not always go so well with comrades in the Deathwatch. For Uriel the honour of the Deathwatch was in truth inconsequential, he had fought the lion's share of his battles before it existed and thus he did not have the hallowed image of it ingrained into him. Instead he saw it as an opportunity to again fight with his former Greyshield comrades, and perhaps he could even once more stand alongside more... conventional Sons of Dorn.
When he was told he would be joining the Black Templars he was simply told they were Sons of Dorn embodying his heroism, his self-sacrifice, his fury, a Chapter that retained massive size almost in memory of the Great Crusade. It seemed more... romantic, as archaic and mortal of a word as that was. But he was not quite prepared for the full extent of what he came up against. Unlike many of the unnumbered Sons he grimly accepted the fact that mortals now venerated the Emperor as divine, but that Astartes, of his own Gene-Sire no less could succumb to such? It was the unthinkable incarnate. On his first day as an integrated Chaplain of the Black Templars he was scrutinized with much suspicion and confusion for he was after all a new breed of Marine, the next step in the evolution of the Emperor's Angels. That was natural and expected — things he had prepared for. Yet when he was expected to recite litanies directly referring to the Emperor as a God, as a Holy Father? That was wholly different. He obeyed naturally, for he could in truth do nothing against it. But he despised the state of affairs, he hated it!
Especially the fact he was slowly beginning to lend authenticity to their Prayers.
But a chance came up. The Deathwatch needed more warriors, and he was an excellent specimen. Uriel was a Chaplain and naturally a good orator, but when compared to other Chaplains he always stated that his prowess was not in his speech but in his ability to maintain it in combat, the true calling of any Marine. So he was selected as one for the Deathwatch, for it was known the furor and particular brand of zeal that other Chaplains of the Chapter would provide did not always go so well with comrades in the Deathwatch. For Uriel the honour of the Deathwatch was in truth inconsequential, he had fought the lion's share of his battles before it existed and thus he did not have the hallowed image of it ingrained into him. Instead he saw it as an opportunity to again fight with his former Greyshield comrades, and perhaps he could even once more stand alongside more... conventional Sons of Dorn.