The Gathering Storm
Rage is the domain of Khorne. We cannot fall to it. Fall to rage, the Stormcast will fall. If we fall, so does the world, and all its realms. We are above rage, as we are above despair and pleasure. And our hope shall not be swayed by the wiles of false gods.
In battle, we fight as one. Our armour shall be stained in the blood of demons, yet we shall not wade in it. Blood shall be spilt. Blood shall be cleared from us, lest we be tainted by the essence of the creatures who spilt it. We shall take no pleasure in our duty – honour only demands that it be done.
They shall come for us. Again, and again, and again, from this day, to the last days, when all that is, shall go to shadow. We are of the light, and shall burn forever, so that entropy itself shall give us pause. No world shall again fall to the powers of Chaos. Here, is our new beginning. Here, even demons shall know fear.
We protect those who cannot wield the sword. We give our lives, so that others may live theirs. We offer no demands, yet shall take what help is offered. Pride, is to be maintained in our order. Yet we shall not be prideful ourselves. Let those who are worthy distinguish themselves in battle. Let them be lords of men. Lords, and leaders. Let their armour shine and their wings soar, so that our heralds may sing victory everlasting.
Chaos is the essence of change. We are the essence of order. We must battle, unbowed, unflinching. Maintain our bodies and spirits, remain steadfast and pure. The guise of demons is many, while our form is set. Eyes, we must keep open, and swords at our side. Our reach is the spear, our shield our faith, and our armour an extension of ourselves.
We are the Stormcast Eternal.
For Sigmar!
A/N
This began life on a forum as I and others discussed Warhammer: Age of Sigmar. Yep, it's actually a thing. I've left my thoughts on the matter elsewhere, but, well, got me to drabble this up. So there's that I guess.