кстати, в том же рассказе, в котором описана маска кузнеца войны, проясняется смысл их клича
железо внутри -- это кровь (гемоглобин), которое становится железом снаружи после ранений. а ранения и смерть -- это практически обязательная часть несения службы
Кстати, в Angel Exterminatus Перт выглядит не таким уж и вечнобугуртящим нелюбимым сынком. А уж как он устроил БФПЕ...
Да и всем известно, что ЖВ - главные настольщики вахи.
And by the way, вот такой вот отрывок мне встретился в Angel Exterminatus:
The killing didn’t take long to burn itself out, thousand of lives ended in a convulsion of manic death-dealing. Forrix had never seen anything like it. As silence fell over the plaza, only Julius Kaesoron was left standing, his purple and gold armour entirely covered in crimson and loose, dribbling chunks of skin.
The sword fell from his hand and he slumped to his knees, a plaintive shriek of something dark and primal torn from his throat. The warrior buried his head in his hands and he fell forwards, as though grovelling to some unseen liege lord.
‘I don’t know why Kaesoron did this, but I’m damn well going to find out,’ said Forrix, descending to the courtyard of the strongpoint and summoning his fellow Terminators to his side. Together with five other towering warriors, he marched to the Rhino gates. With a nod, the two vehicles retracted their bracing footings from the ground and started their engines with a throaty metallic cough. ‘I will be the iron within,’ said the Stonewrought as the Rhinos reversed. ‘As I will be the iron without,’ replied Forrix, leading his warriors beyond the walls.
The gates closed behind them as Forrix marched towards the weeping form of Kaesoron.
Кстати, вот вам сам Форрикс, Первый Капитан Железных Воинов.
железо внутри -- это кровь (гемоглобин), которое становится железом снаружи после ранений. а ранения и смерть -- это практически обязательная часть несения службы
но вот как-то так
Да и всем известно, что ЖВ - главные настольщики вахи.
The killing didn’t take long to burn itself out, thousand of lives ended in a convulsion of manic death-dealing. Forrix had never seen anything like it. As silence fell over the plaza, only Julius Kaesoron was left standing, his purple and gold armour entirely covered in crimson and loose, dribbling chunks of skin.
The sword fell from his hand and he slumped to his knees, a plaintive shriek of something dark and primal torn from his throat. The warrior buried his head in his hands and he fell forwards, as though grovelling to some unseen liege lord.
‘I don’t know why Kaesoron did this, but I’m damn well going to find out,’ said Forrix, descending to the courtyard of the strongpoint and summoning his fellow Terminators to his side. Together with five other towering warriors, he marched to the Rhino gates. With a nod, the two vehicles retracted their bracing footings from the ground and started their engines with a throaty metallic cough.
‘I will be the iron within,’ said the Stonewrought as the Rhinos reversed.
‘As I will be the iron without,’ replied Forrix, leading his warriors beyond the walls.
The gates closed behind them as Forrix marched towards the weeping form of Kaesoron.
Кстати, вот вам сам Форрикс, Первый Капитан Железных Воинов.