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originally posted in: Prison of Exiles (RP - RoB)
6/24/2016 11:33:09 PM
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Well, it was called a monastery, but wasn't really one. It was more like the Master's personal home. The Imperial Panthers themselves aren't a religious chapter. They don't see the emperor as a god. Instead, they view him as an ideal of hope. Of a future worth fighting for. They fully realize that what seats the golden throne of Terra is a dying saviour, that fell protecting humanity from his own spawn. And they worshipped not the Emperor, but humanity as a whole. They, most of all, abhor the Ordo Hereticus of the Inquisition, for their behaviour, their purpose, their entire existence ticks them off. And it's why they had accepted Alexis within their ranks. The young girl had been a devoted sister her entire life, pledging her body and soul to the Emperor's service. However, when she was suspected of heresy by her fellow sisters, she had it all taken from her. Her identity, her devotion, it had all been lost. Using her hidden psyker powers, she managed to flee the enraged sisters, trapped on a rainy jungle planet. For a whole day she ran... Exhausted, breathless and starving, she fell right into the hands of Valerius Caluroso. The Imperial Panthers were on a hunting run on the planet, when they found her. Before passing out, the last thing she saw was the bare moon shining a light down on her and Caluroso, whose shining yellow eyes were gently looking down at the poor woman, shielding her from the rain. For a time, his brothers refused to take her in. After all, she was a sister of battle, one of the blind followers of the god Emperor. But, Caluroso appeased the minds of his brothers. Alexis had nowhere else to go... they couldn't just abandon her. No. She was human, like them. So, they took her under their wing. While it had been two years since her rescue, letting go of her old habits proved difficult. But, during these two years spent under the direct, personal tutelage of the Panther, she had learned much from her brothers' lifestyle. Caluroso stood, at fourteen feet tall, before a window. His shining armour gleamed from the light, it was ornate and crafted masterfully, depicting the long history of the chapter. He had his helmet on his head, he was unaware of her presence.
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