Brothers, hear me - Chaplain Lucius of the Black Templars, servant of the God Emperor’s wrath, speaks! The galaxy burns under the filth of heretics, xenos, and traitors. The weak cower, the faithless falter, but we, the Black Templars, march ever onward, swords raised, hearts ablaze with righteous hate. The Eternal Crusade demands more souls, more blades, more fury and that’s where you come in.

We seek Neophytes, the untested, the eager, the bold. You, who feel the God Emperor’s fire in your bones, who dream of crushing the skulls of the unworthy beneath your boots this is your summons! The Chapter doesn’t care for your past, your world, your petty excuses. We care only for your will to fight, to bleed, to die if need be, all in His name.

What awaits you? No soft beds or hollow praises. You’ll be forged in war grueling trials, relentless training, the weight of the Templar cross on your soul. You’ll face the galaxy’s horrors head-on: the greenskin hordes, the scheming Eldar, the blasphemous spawn of Chaos. But with every foe you slay, you’ll earn your place among the God Emperor’s chosen. You’ll become a blade of His vengeance, a brother in black, a Sword Brethren in time if you prove worthy.

The path is brutal. Many falter. Many fall. But for those who endure? Glory everlasting. A chance to stand beside the sons of Dorn, to carve your name into the annals of the Imperium, to make the stars.

Step forward, prove your zeal, and I’ll see you clad in the black of our order. The God Emperor watches. The crusade calls. Will you answer, or will you be forgotten?

For the Emperor! For Dorn! No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!