warhammer 40k story
Twin half moons, slowly ascended the indigo sky, the twilight brought a warm breeze, The black armored warriors allowed himself one single moment, he removed his skull faced helmet and looked upon the stars. For a few seconds he had no thought, simply a overwhelming sense of duty and responsability. The Chaplin took to both knees and began to pray.
Sebaeston, drew his black sword, upon it where inscribed prayers, and seals that decorated the crossguard, he praticed through his ritual movements, losening his muscles finding his center, afterwards he paused only to regard the twin moons rise. The engines of the gunships roared angry into life.
Rising to his full height, Chaplin Thales approached his brothers, 60 of his hand chosen brethern stood stood before him, their black and white armor, adorned with pennents and scripture written upon breast plates and greaves.
"There in the gulf of stronous, are those who have turned from His light, They bring death to emperors subject's, and thus have grown soft thinking there would be no reprisal, We are that reprisal, We go again to the stars, to bring His word to those who would not listen, We are His angels of death."
The chaplin turned to a young acoylite,
"You chosen will be unable to join us, fear not though brother, your time will soon come, you are still untrained, in the most fundemtnal of the rites of war, however, I am leaving this keep in your command. See to our brothers, should you need for anything, the Church of the Emperor Ascendant is aware of our abscense, the sister will aid in whatever way they can.
The young acolyite nodded, and watched as his brothers boarded the gunships, and left to the stars.
"plea.. Please forgive us, chaplin, their were so... so many"
"Be still now child, you have upheld your honor to the emperor, Your spirit will find its way to the halls of your ancestors." The chaplain placed his hand on the brow of the shattered body of the young warrior.
"Chaplin Gunther" A tall man spoke, his armor white, his hands bloody, various medical insturments were attached to the ancient armor.
"Who ever did this, struck at our heart, our chosen are all dead, yet, they did not give up the reliquary. Our numbers cannot be replinished."
The chaplins head lowered, the young man beneth him drew in his last wheezing breath, his hands in a iron grip on his sword. The chaplin closed his eyes.
"Send word to the marshal, that I am taking the remnants of this keep, to avenge our fallen. Our attacker is unknown. We bring retribution."
The apothecary nodded, and set off to the gunship.
Looking at the his brothers, as they tended to the fallen, tears fell, silently.
"Brothers, taken from us was our future, so many have we lost, old friends, from long ago. The youth here were to carry us forth into the light of tomorrow, now that is gone. We are now all that remains. We will hunt them through the stars, Nowhere will they find refuge or solace. The fires of retribution will find them in thier holes, They took from us our tomorrow, we take from them their lives. We crusade brothers for the unsong."
Their was no cheering, the assembled templars simply knelt swearing blood oaths to not rest, until their kin have been avenged. As one they stood and embarked on to the gunships.
Sebaeston, drew his black sword, upon it where inscribed prayers, and seals that decorated the crossguard, he praticed through his ritual movements, losening his muscles finding his center, afterwards he paused only to regard the twin moons rise. The engines of the gunships roared angry into life.
Rising to his full height, Chaplin Thales approached his brothers, 60 of his hand chosen brethern stood stood before him, their black and white armor, adorned with pennents and scripture written upon breast plates and greaves.
"There in the gulf of stronous, are those who have turned from His light, They bring death to emperors subject's, and thus have grown soft thinking there would be no reprisal, We are that reprisal, We go again to the stars, to bring His word to those who would not listen, We are His angels of death."
The chaplin turned to a young acoylite,
"You chosen will be unable to join us, fear not though brother, your time will soon come, you are still untrained, in the most fundemtnal of the rites of war, however, I am leaving this keep in your command. See to our brothers, should you need for anything, the Church of the Emperor Ascendant is aware of our abscense, the sister will aid in whatever way they can.
The young acolyite nodded, and watched as his brothers boarded the gunships, and left to the stars.
"plea.. Please forgive us, chaplin, their were so... so many"
"Be still now child, you have upheld your honor to the emperor, Your spirit will find its way to the halls of your ancestors." The chaplain placed his hand on the brow of the shattered body of the young warrior.
"Chaplin Gunther" A tall man spoke, his armor white, his hands bloody, various medical insturments were attached to the ancient armor.
"Who ever did this, struck at our heart, our chosen are all dead, yet, they did not give up the reliquary. Our numbers cannot be replinished."
The chaplins head lowered, the young man beneth him drew in his last wheezing breath, his hands in a iron grip on his sword. The chaplin closed his eyes.
"Send word to the marshal, that I am taking the remnants of this keep, to avenge our fallen. Our attacker is unknown. We bring retribution."
The apothecary nodded, and set off to the gunship.
Looking at the his brothers, as they tended to the fallen, tears fell, silently.
"Brothers, taken from us was our future, so many have we lost, old friends, from long ago. The youth here were to carry us forth into the light of tomorrow, now that is gone. We are now all that remains. We will hunt them through the stars, Nowhere will they find refuge or solace. The fires of retribution will find them in thier holes, They took from us our tomorrow, we take from them their lives. We crusade brothers for the unsong."
Their was no cheering, the assembled templars simply knelt swearing blood oaths to not rest, until their kin have been avenged. As one they stood and embarked on to the gunships.