When my father's Crusade is over, this shall be my sacred task. I will turn them away from the gifts of the machine and bid them relearn the mysteries of flesh, bone and blood. I will instruct my Legion to recant their distrust of the flesh. So I record it here: when the time comes, I will strip my hands of their unnatural silver. Hatred of what is natural, of what is human, is the first and greatest of the corruptions. They must be weaned off this practice before it becomes a mania for them. Already my Legion's warriors replace their shield hands with metal in my honour, and so they too are learning to doubt the natural strength of their bodies. I rely on the augmentation given to me by my metal gauntlets, so much so that the flesh beneath them is now little more than a distant memory.A day will come when I will strip it from me, lest I lose the power to master myself forever. It is the mark of a great evil that I ended, and yet it persists within me.I would struggle to remove it now.I will not remove the silver from my flesh because I have learned to depend on it. They forget that the silver on my arms comes from a beast that I vanquished. The hands are strong, to be sure, and have created great things for us all, but they are not mine. This fact is forgotten by my brothers - inexplicably, it has always seemed to me. Ferrus forged his closest bond with his brother Fulgrim, but this relationship ultimately ended in tragedy after Fulgrim fell to Chaos during the Horus Heresy.ĭuring the Drop Site Massacre on the world of Istvaan V at the start of the Heresy, Fulgrim decapitated Ferrus with a daemonic sword, an action that ultimately marked the point of no return on his path to becoming a Daemon Prince of the Chaos God Slaanesh. Ferrus Manus, as quoted in Shadow of the Gorgon by the Remembrancer Czel AtternusĪncient Remembrancer sketch of Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion illustration taken from Carpinus' Speculum Historialeįerrus Manus, also known as "The Gorgon," was the primarch of the Iron Hands Space Marine Legion, a master smith known for creating weapons that were able to inspire awe in any who saw them, such as the sword he created for Fulgrim, primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion or the bolter he crafted for Vulkan, the primarch of the Salamanders Legion, said to have a barrel designed to look like the gaping mouth of a dragon.įerrus' hands were covered in the metallic substance known as necrodermis and he needed no hammer or flame to create beauty through metallurgy, using only his exceptionally powerful hands to mold and shape molten metal. The Emperor did not make us for such mortal concerns as hearth and home, vanity or contemplation we are his engines of war, his hammers, beating out the fabric of existence into a vessel fit for Mankind to inhabit." " Rest? We were not made to rest we go on, unflinching, unstoppable, unending in our strength.
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