Haeresis Ex Cathedra Act 1: Dolus Episcopi(Dark Heresy IC)

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Ah, the Confessor Infernis was a man after Jim's own heart, even if he was a touch touched. Then again, that was probably a good thing.

He picks up on all the Gunmetallican slang thrown about by his fellow man of faith, and speaks to his Redemptionist ally in their own Hive dialect,

"Las-slingers don't quite aim the way our gang are, preacher-man. Best to report with a laser-crack instead o' autogun-song. We're dealin' in Throne Gold, not lead, bucko."

The little witch-hunter sorts his hat and lightly pats the Hecuter 9/5 at side with a wink for his fellow from Gunmetal City. He'd likely get on well with the fellow.

A translation in Low Gothic, for those that might understand the good Layman Burton...

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"These folk from outwith our good town don't entirely understand our manner of speech, Brother. It may be best to speak in Low Gothic, as opposed to our more elegant Metallican Hive Dialect.

Unfortunately, my friend, these gentlemen use Throne Gelt as currency, as opposed to bullets, and we shall have to get used to this state of affairs. What a bother!"