Lorgra Aureliana, Wisest of the Wise
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An intriguing figure of contradiction. She is a warrior yet yearns to be high-priestess; she represents the dangers of blind faith and the devastating consequences of misplaced devotion.
The air reeked of destruction as we reached the ruins of Monarchia. Lorgra, her voice now filled with anguish, faced the stoic Guillimard and the frail Malcador.
Lorgra: They praised the Emperor's name with every sunrise! her voice cracked with grief This city was a testament to his glory, and you dared to destroy it?!
Malcador with strained voice : They worshipped him as a god.
Lorgra struck him down with a backhanded swipe of her gauntlet. Before shock could give way to action, a blinding golden light consumed the world.
I was thrown back by an invisible force, my armor no defense against the sheer psychic might that slammed into us.
The Emperor. He was here.
The Emperor. He was here.
+KNEEL+
His voice boomed in my mind, an irresistible command. One hundred thousand Word Bearers, forced to their knees as if in chains, while the Ultramarines remained standing. The injustice of it burned, the symbolism utterly humiliating.
Lorgra, too, lowered herself on one knee.
Lorgra shaking with emotion : You are a god, Father. Why deny the truth? Why silence those who see your divinity?
Lorgra shaking with emotion : You are a god, Father. Why deny the truth? Why silence those who see your divinity?
The Emperor remained resolute. His voice, as thunder cracking in the sky, shook the very foundations of our faith.
The Emperor: The people are deceived. The people will burn when their faith is proven false.
The Emperor: The people are deceived. The people will burn when their faith is proven false.
Lorgra protesting : My Legion shapes the most fiercely loyal worlds in your Imperium.
The Emperor: It is not my Imperium.
The Emperor: It is the Imperium of Man. Humanity must be raised from ignorance, not chained to blind worship.
His words, heavy with sorrow and disappointment, crashed over us.
His words, heavy with sorrow and disappointment, crashed over us.
+Word Bearers, hear me well. You, among all my Legions, are guilty of failure. You number more warriors than any other, excepting the XIII. Yet your conquests are the slowest, and your victories ring hollow+
As the Emperor left, Lorgra's faith shattered, revealing a painful truth: we fought for a lie without understanding.