The Word

Za’ar, translated in system with hi broken and batterd Heavy destroyer, Star Breaker. The Chapter of the Flayed hand, or what remained was all but destroyed, cast down and broken by the filthy Ultramarines. Calth hade been a pleasure, punishing the weak with the most Holy of treacheries. Even though the overall campaign had been lead by the foolish Erebus and that ancient gibbering old dim-wit Kor-phaeron.... 

Za’ar would continue to punish the loyalists, ha, what a word, loyalist. Loyal to what? A liar? A betrayer? A god that said he was no god? 

All would pan out as Za’ar hade planed, he had learn alot in the weeks translating to the Siberius system, he heard whisper from the warp. He even whisperd back, and in doing so he was close to a bond... deep dark secrets was unfolding before him. Never a sorceror as Chaplain Meklor, but some thing was unlocking inside him. This system and all the little factions running around would be a great test for him....

The Word is all, and the Word is: Death.