Terror and grief were quickly replaced by hope and pride upon seeing the Mighty Emperor in His golden powered armor. The power sword clutched in his hand glowed a bright red, then caught flame as the Emperor stepped forward. The Emperor spoke first, demanding an explanation for Horus' treachery. Horus, who had gone mad, began shouting that he was not the betrayer, that the Emperor, his father, was a fool and a weakling. Then the battle began. The sounds of the battle were deafening. The Emperor and Horus moved with blinding speed, attacking, defending, striking, parrying, blocking, and the whole time unleashing psychic attacks that caused the air to crackle with energy, and the smell of ozone filled the air. For many minutes the battle raged. The Emperor pleading with Horus to see the error of his ways, and Horus mocking the Emperor hurling insults and abuse.

Then it happened...the Emperor was stuck down by Horus. Sent reeling by a blow that had cleaved through His mighty armor and had rent the flesh underneath. The Emperor collapsed a few meters away from Ollanius, with the sound of a barrel of metal scraps being dumped onto the deck. Ollanius saw the Emperor's face clearly. His Emperor....his master. Broken and weary. In pain, and not just from the wound but from the betrayal of His most trusted friend and son. Thundering footsteps rang out as Horus approached the fallen God-Emperor. His mighty mace raised high, poised to make the final killing blow. Ollanius gripped his lasgun tightly...what could he do? A mere mortal...a guradsman against death incarnate. Not just a Space Marine, but Warmaster Horus. A creature so powerful that it had just laid the Immortal Emperor low.

In an instant Ollanius' mind was made up. He lept over the shattered console he had been cowering behind, affixing his bayonet to the end of the barrel of his lasgun. He would make his stand. He would do what he joined the guard to do. It didn't matter how large his foe was. It didn't matter that the weapons the monster wielded were each bigger than he was. The former Warmaster towered over Ollanius Pius, underscoring how futile this mere mortal's attempt at valiance was. "Keep away from Him, you foul TRAITOR!" Ollanius bellowed as he emptied his lasgun on Horus. Horus stood before him, fury in his eyes. Glaring at the foolish mortal who stood before him and dared to attack him.

Ollanius let loose a mighty shout as his lasgun ran dry, and he charged Horus with his bayonet. With all his might, Ollanius struck Horus but the effort was futile. The blade snapped like a twig against the black ceramite armor, not even scratching the paint. Ollanius knew this was it.

He's spent months fighting a grueling war in which his enemies are demigods allied with daemons, and now he's found himself in the closest thing to Hell he's ever known. Somehow he's survived horrors beyond comprehension to make his way to the very bridge of Horus' flagship. He saw a veritable angel call upon Horus to answer for his crimes, and he saw that angel die as messily as any guardsman. His Emperor lies mortally wounded and Horus, perhaps, has taken a moment to gloat before he strikes the killing blow.

His armor is weak by comparison, his weapon is no more than an annoyance to this monster. He stands before a being infused by the dark gods with incalculable power, that can and will obliterate his soul with no more effort than it would take him to swat a gnat. Nothing he can do could possibly make a difference.

He could run. He could turn his weapon on himself. He could give in to the insidious whispers that echo from the ship's corridors into his mind.

Ollanius Pius does the duty his Emperor requires of him. He will die standing, and holding the line!

Horus raises his power claw high above his head and strikes down. Ollanius feels the blades bite into his flesh and is sent flying back, landing before the wounded Emperor. Well, most of him. His body rent in twain, Ollanius raises his head to glance once more at his Emperor. To take in His glory one final time before death takes him. His eyes meet with those of his Emperor, who's own eyes are filled with pride. A single tear falls as the Emperor stands to his full height. The servos in his damaged armor screaming and grinding as he does so.

The sacrifice of this one guardsman has turned the tide of the Heresy. The Emperor stands before Horus who has fear in his eyes for the first time. The Emperor had found it impossible that Horus had turned wholly to chaos, and that he might yet be saved. Such delusions have now vanished from his mind, replaced instead with a rage that he turns manifest. Reinforcements enter the room just in time to see the Emperor unleash his final assault. The blinding light and deafening thunder of the Emperor's psychic attack strikes everyone in the room as they witness Horus being utterly obliterated from existence.

Ollanius Pius dies as the Emperor falls back to the ground utterly spent. The Tale of Pius is told with great pride amongst the guardsmen even today. He is their patron Saint. A mortal who stood fearlessly before a god, and bought the Emperor time. Time to save us all.

A few spelling errors but not bad. I'd change the "made his mind up in a instant" to "body all ready moving"
if the greatest hero and god had been struck there would only be action, defense of the emp. Would be the single most glorious action I could ever hope to perform, hesitation isn't even a option

Nice read.
Sigh, if only GW had kept him a Guardsmen.

I seems kind of familiar, a lot like another writefag that wrote something similar, I'll try and find it.

It's okay, you change your narrative position a few too many times in my opinion, not sure if you meant that on purpose.

>>13324686
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/4920604/

There it is. I think I see a bit of influence on your work there, not saying it's necessarily bad. I know not everyone liked it then.

Polite sage for double post

>>13324674
they did what !
the best thing about it was he was a simple guardsman !!

>>13324686

Huh. I didn't know someone had done this before me. Damn.

>>13324741
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Ollanius_Pius

There you go.

>>13324741
First they made him a Space Marine then a member of the Adeptus Custodes. I'm sure he will soon be transformed into Roboute Guilliman who I trust you have accepted as your spiritual liege.

>>13324784
Didn't you hear? FFL turned him back into the patron saint of the Imperial Guard.

>>13324793
In that case FFL >>>>>>>>> GW but I think we already knew that.

>>13324750
Meh, never feel bad about having inspiration, even if it is a little late. It's a fine story.

>>13324784
Wait, if he turned into Roboute Guilliman, wouldn't that mean Horus killed him and thus prevented him from influencing the Imperium after the Emperor's ascension to the Golden Throne?

>>13324835

That won't stop Matt Ward.

>>13324793
Sauce.

if I can offer some criticism, the narrative is a little... disjointed. Events are written so briefly and so literally that it really breaks up the pacing.

>>13324835
Horus couldn't look at Roboute who stood in the divine light, and is vain attempt to kill him merely knocked him out. But his presence gave the Emperor the power he needed to kill the Arch-Traitor.

>>13324902
It's mentioned in DH book about sisters. There's an entry about Imperial Saints and there a picture of guardsmen with a flag with his image on it. In the accompanying text, it is said that Ollanius Pius is considered a saint by the guard, but it's also said that there are countless versions of the story, so we don't know for a fact what he is. I'll post the picture as soon as I dig it up.

>>13324959
>Rowboat empowered the Emperor and blinded Horus by just standing around
Bad Ward, no.

>>13325006
Looks like I remembered the page incorrectly. There's only the wall of text. It's on page 20.

>>13324959

A blamming would be a waste of a bolt, and all too quick a death for such filth!

I think Matt Ward should be fucked with a power sword. y/n?

>>13325078
Y

If there's ever gonna be Horus Heresy the movie, I want to see a scene where Pius charges at Horus, firing his lasgun in slow-mo, and getting torn apart by dark powers as he runs. Manliest scene ever.

>>13325029
FFG, total bros.

>>13325104
RRROIIIGGGGHHHHT!
Because in this movie, it won´t be an Ultramarine named: "pollianus ious".

>>13325104
and with every hit he takes, he just gets faster and more manly

ITT: manlytears.png

>>13325104
Sort of like that scene in X-men 3 where Wolverine is getting his flesh ripped off when he's advancing onto Jean
or Jene
Or whatever

<- that is all.

Praise the Emprah!

Great writefaggotry. On the subject of holding the line, never forget the Praetorian 24th's defense of Glazer's Farm against a seemingly never-ending wave of Orks (the battle report was in the first copy of White Dwarf I ever read).

Men of Bakka stop your dreaming,
Can't you see their choppas gleaming,
See their xenos pennants streaming,
To this battlefield?

Men of Bakka stand ye steady.
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Praetorians never yield...

Yep, yet another mary sue fanwank weeaboo fest. Why does /tg/ even bother.

>>13325752

>>13325752
Silence!

I read it as At the Gallow's End was playing (the old version, the most epic one) and manly tears filled my manly eyes.

Just a detail: according to canon, the Emprah was utterly mutilated when he killed Horus ( half-burned, one-eyed, without one arm and multiple organs, and his spine broken), so he killed Horus WITH HIS FUCKING BRAIN!

>>13325752

>mary sue fanwank weeaboo fest

Good sir, I think you may be confused.

Mary Sue: Overpowered or otherwise godlike, infallible.

Weeaboo: wannabe japanese, or a retardedly fanatical fan of Japanese culture/animation/artwork.