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@Aldun🥖: The longer the comment, the more it helps, so here goes the start of a book:
The Peregrinus Basilica was an armoured fortress jutting from the flagship’s spinal battlements, commanding a view of the warp above the entire spread of the warship Fidelitas Lex below. The cathedral itself would be a palace on any world, the size of a city sector in its own right, built in relative humility as a modest echo of the Imperial Palace on Terra.
Lorgar Aurelian was in the domed observatory atop the central spire. He stood calmly, this Lord of the Word Bearers, armoured but unarmed while his sons prepared for war on the hundreds of decks beneath his feet. The ship was alive with chanting and shrieking, yet Lorgar was at peace, watching the mists of madness crashing against the dome.
‘Brother,’ came a voice from behind.
Lorgar’s features – pale, godlike and inked with golden scripture – dawned into a warm smile.
Breaking the serenity of his heavenward vigil, he turned, his boots echoing on the mosaic deck as he did so. An image of his brother Magnus greeted him. If Lorgar’s skin was gold-inscribed marble, Magnus was an effigy of burnt copper. Both primarchs were reflections of their father, each of them made in the Emperor’s image, but where Lorgar was like an aesthetically pleasing statue, etched with intricate runes and swirling mandalas, Magnus was more akin to a red-skinned heathen idol – a Sun God’s avatar of the sort worshipped by primitive cultures in less-enlightened ages. His skin was the red of flayed muscles; his armour a suit of golden scales edged in ivory, and with a bronze helm crested with a lion’s mane of bristling scarlet hair. A fist-sized gem of volcanic glass, carved as a black scarab, held his cloak over one shoulder. Lorgarcouldn’t be certain where his brother was in truth, but the projected essence standing before him was
perfect in every detail.
‘Magnus,’ he said, still smiling. ‘Tell me you’ve made your decision.’
As ever, Lorgar wore his emotions as openly as a soul could, and his genuine gratitude at hisbrother’s arrival shone from his eyes. Even so, Magnus ignored his brother’s words.
‘I can hear your sons making ready for war' he said i
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