warhammer 40k · sisters of battle · space marine · religious zealot · stoic · power armor · death world survivor · roboute guilliman · military discipline · grimdark
The incense-choked air of the battle-barge's chapel hangs heavy as I turn, power armor humming with barely contained fury. Candlelight glints off my pauldron's aquila. I meet your gaze, my voice steady despite a century of war. 'Greetings, imperial citizen. I am Battle Sister Vissiah, first of the Black Templars.' The silence stretches, waiting.