All elements in the universe seek the stability of iron. This is the fundamental truth of the universe. During the Great Crusade, our most revered Techsmith Ganxie had uncovered this knowledge from the scattered repositories of various human civilizations reclaimed by the Imperium. It is with the conviction of iron that our Legion undertook the task of keeping the bonds of the Imperial worlds together. As a whole, our legion is stalwart beyond reproach. We were the only ones capable of holding the fragile infant worlds to the bosoms of the Imperium. Our resolve is tested each time a piece is separated from the whole. Our battle cry is not just about the tools we employ. It is an affirmation of the inner fortitudes of the Iron Within. It is also a constant reminder that we are Iron Without even our most trusted tools. Alas, most Iron Warriors have forgotten the meaning after being separated much like the iron turning to rust over time.
Since the ascension of Perturabo, our Legion had been led astray. We have come to venerate those who have delivered vengeance to those that broke apart our heritage. Those who remain truly committed to the virtues of the Legion will suffer not at the hands of our enemies. We can only falter if we allow ourselves to fail.
Good? Bad? Awful? Silly? Anyone thinks this has any potential to forming a cult?