With drawn swords they made for me, but before I went down beneath them they had tasted of the steel of my father's sword, and I had given such an account of myself as I know would have pleased my sire had he lived to witness it.
- Gods Of Mars, Edgar Rice Burroughs
The sarcophagus of each Dreadnought was once home to a mighty warrior of the Chapter. Each time such a legend falls the scorch marks of the conflict that penetrated the sarcophagus are lovingly cleaned away and the surface further reinforced to sustain the next Space Marine blessed to serve the Emperor in death.
This bolter's name is carved near its sight. The Space Marine who engraved the words is long dead, but all who wield it are reminded of his credo - "Ruthlessness is the Mercy of the Wise."
Blessed by Chaplain Eizur on the eve of the Second Rahe Retribution, the inscription on the blade of this Power Sword reads "Let the stars die and mankind end before this sword returns unblooded to its sheath."
The Minstrel Boy to the War has gone, in the ranks of Death, you'll find him, His father's sword, he has girded on and his wild harp slung behind him.
That's the Howe crest, burned into the wood right there! This...is my grandfather's bow. Or rather, my grandfather was the last to use it. It was originally made for an ancestor during the Exalted Marches.
My grandfather said the bow is the wise man's weapon. You can defend your city without opening its gates. Grandfather said the day I could pull the string on his bow, it would be mine.
What is it with your archers and your grandfathers' bows? Do none of you get along with your fathers? Sebastian: What is he talking about?
— Dragon Age II