The Fated Sons of the Word we are

 Chosen from the masses, raised up by the Four

 To their power do we aspire

 The glory of Chaos in full bloom

 Behold us and tremble, you foolish mortals

 We are the Word, we are the Blessed

 We are Chaos emerging

The Fated Sons, Chosen of the Word

The Fated Sons are a paradox within the Ebon Word: a squad of Chosen who embrace the full, mutating glory of Chaos, even as the warband’s elders reject such lesser gifts in favor of true apotheosis. Where the Gyve embody restraint and discipline, the Fated Sons are the raw, burgeoning hunger of the Long War’s younger generation. Their own litany declares it openly: “The Fated Sons of the Word we are… The glory of Chaos in full bloom.”

To the Ebon Word’s older warriors, the Fated Sons are a troubling omen- a sign that the youth may walk a path divergent from the Iscarne’s teachings. Yet on the battlefield, their zeal is undeniable. They are the rising storm, the chaotic bloom that may one day reshape the warband’s destiny.

Kill-team Designations

Sub-Acolyte Xebrel

    Fanatic, touched by Great Powers

    Twister of flesh and words

    Litanies of hate chanted

    Blessed be or cursed be

    The Future to tell

Torakul, Butcher of Men and Not-Men

    Steel and blood, axe lifted

    Growling fury to honor the Golden One

    Bring the Word through bolt and blade

    The hand of Karneth upon his brow

Loctal Taz, Taloned Menace

    To rip, to slash

    To find perfection in murder for Slaaneth

    For the Gods, for the Golden

    Forever for the Word

Veteran Urghal

    Blackened bronze and broken promises

    The fate of Monarchia in my breast

    Nevermore seen as the beacons of Imperial Truth

    Exposed for the lies that lay beneath

Portag Firalk and Yullan, Twinned Fates

    Brothers linked in life, twinned mind

    Move as one, kill as one, preach as one

    Praise the Eight, praise the Primarch