This one goes out to Skarvald the Troll-faced and all the nameless leaders who have suffered horrible and ignoble deaths never to be remembered.
Loquacious: I have Brother Darius, The Emperor's Chosen. He came to me at great peril to his person, crossing the wind tossed and tumultuous seas of the Warp in but the barest of protections. Never fear, Darius, slayer of Warbosses, Farseers and Chaos Lords, braved the trip to join my Brethren solely at the mention of my Crusades' lack of a Command. He brought his sword forth to do battle against the Xenos, Heretics and Witches nearest the Outpost. He has roused the troops' muster, causing them to bear the sincerest form of flattery (trading guns for swords) and has savagely taken on the venerable foes in this region.
[A kind reader sent me that gorgeous guy with a really big sword when he heard I didn't have one yet. He mailed it without any prompting or repayment whatsoever- just wanted to know that Darius was going to a good home. THAT, my friends, is a great community!]