Bruv, I'm parched.

Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader. I do a suggest.

I'm parched, bruv

I have returned, father, to claim my birthright and my destiny. Once you spared me death, such was your folly. I shall not make the same mistake. By right of birth and conquest I claim leadership of the Khazag in the name of the true gods.

"Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man."

My sons, the galaxy is burning. We all bear witness to a final truth - our way is not the way of the Imperium.

You have never stood in the Emperor's light.

You never worn the Imperial eagle.

And you never will.

You shall stand in midnight clad, your claws forever red with the lifeblood of my father's failed empire,

Warring through the centuries as the talons of a murdered god.

Rise, my sons, and take your wrath across the stars,

In my name. In my memory.

Rise my Night Lords - Conrad Kurze

I wish I could like your posts so I can acknowledge that I've ENJOYED THEM