Hola. So, the PC game, Warhammer... it's been so long since I've played it, but I remember playing it and getting my butt kicked. XD
but it was fun! so here's a random fic.
For those of you who dont know what Warhammer 40k is... well...
BLEH.
xD
Anyways, I hope you like it, and I want to play this again :) Soulstorm was probably my favorite out of all of them, but Dawn of War Platinum (i think?) addition thats so OLD but its still SO MUCH FUN.
I dont remember a lot, but i'll do my best.
Enjoy.
The barren wasteland awaited her and her Sisters, her army, her people. Below her, she could see the forces of Chaos readying for battle.
This particular Sister, one of the many who would follow the Living Saint into battle, looked out from behind the rock, cringing at the stench the wind brought up from the valley, through the rocks and crevasses. The sun had disappeared behind a black cloud that would eventually veil the arrival of nightfall, and then the battle would begin.
This Sister was like so many of the others: so many she'd known had fallen in battle, for their faith, and for the Emperor's. This army, these women, had so much faith, they were certain they could win against Chaos.
This Sister, as she spied upon the enemy, was not faithless. She beloved in the Emperor's commands and his Holy words for justice against those who opposed and tried to defeat his people. But she did believe that her world was crumbling, because of the crimson darkness that would engulf her army soon, and because she had lost too many to keep her faith fully alive.
Her eyes scanned the ruins of the old camp where her fallen comrades now lay buried under Chaos' buildings. They had seized this worshipping outpost, slaughtered all who were near, and had taken it for themselves. Barbaric, horrific creatures of Chaos stamped their feet, awaiting their battle with the Emperor's loyal servants.
The Sister's eyes fell on the Chaos Lord. Rage flooded through her veins when she made out the bloodstains on his armor. He would pay, like the rest of his kind, and he would be slaughtered like the monster he was, along with the rest of his kin. Too many of her Sisters had been slain by this race of... well, chaos. Chaos was winning, had been gaining the upper hand for a very long while.
But not tonight.
The Sister turned and began making her way carefully and quietly back to her camp, planning to tell her comrades and the Living Saint herself of the forces that awaited them in the dusty, bleak, bloodstained valley below them.
War was upon them, but the battle hadn't even begun yet.
Please leave a review of you'd like. I don't believe I'll write a story concerning this topic but I could... ah well.
Thank you for reading, leave some thoughts behind, please!