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====Vauna the Muse==== As he was preparing for the destruction of the world of Kos, the Gold Serpent was met with a dilemma. The world of Kos was irremediably lost to some kind of illness or power, making it unlikely that any kind of help or even re-education could lead its people away from their strange ways. But at thee same time, the music he had heard here were the first to have truly moved his soul ever since he left Shi-re, his homeworld. The arts he had seen were unmatched in beauty and elegance and he could not determine if those were the works of an ancient populace who were the ones from which the technology of this world came from or of its current denizens. For all the madness and depravity that had befallen Kos, it was home to a culture that had no equals, even the Primarch's own. But despite all that, Ho-Sun would destroy this world. What Kos had in culture, it lacked in a key aspect that the Primarch valued above all, Discipline. The people of Kos had lost any sense of self-discipline; and self-mastery was a dream never to be reached by those people. The fate of this world was decided. The legion and its fleet descended on the world, destroying everything they could in their wake. It is as the destruction was taking place that the Gold Serpent heard the Muse for the first time. Strange whispers started to come from the sword he had taken from the Champion. Those whispers were faint, almost indiscernible, but those would rise in volumes whenever the Primarch would be near the destruction of a work of art or a scene where pleasure was sought. The voice would tell stories, stories of the painting that was being burned, of the ritual the Fangs had just disturbed, worse the voice would explain the philosophies behind it, one not of abandon but one of equilibrium with the true nature of the universe. The Primarch was disturbed at first, the voice talking to him was something very far from natural, he could sense it. But still, the sword was a work of such grace and lethal power, its use having made the Primarch almost forget the destruction of Divine Moon, his once favored sword. The Primarch thus decided try to understand and ultimately tame whatever that force from the sword was. As the Primarch asked the sword what it was, the sword said only one thing, "Vauna", again and again.
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