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    94 KB The Forge World Noell Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:40 No.17319966  
    Seasons slowly change,
    The year comes to pass,
    And then comes the question,
    That every child asks.

    Emperor’s Day comes,
    For little girls and boys,
    But, from where, do they wonder,
    Does He get all of their toys?

    I’ll tell you now the story,
    As it was told to me,
    So no more it will remain,
    A forgotten history.

    Once there was a forge world,
    Its surface cold and dark,
    The machines sleeping silent,
    Save for one sad spark.

    This place was called Noell,
    Though of it, no one knew,
    It had simply been forgotten,
    As planets sometimes do.

    Here there was a Techpriest,
    Who had long there worked alone,
    Oiling holy junctions,
    And changing fuses blown.

    His body was of metal,
    Its flesh had long been part,
    Save for that remaining,
    Within his beating heart.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:41 No.17319968
    How he did wish,
    And hope for the day,
    When at last he’d be free,
    From his mortal way.

    For though he had become,
    More machine than man,
    To at last be complete,
    Was his objective, his plan.

    When from the æther,
    A vision did appear,
    That answered his desire,
    With an offer to hear.

    The vision spoke loudly,
    In the language machine,
    “Attention, my true servant,
    Your devotion I have seen!

    The Omnissiah has sought,
    And searched far and wide,
    For an adept to raise,
    And bring to his side!”

    The Techpriest was jolted,
    And was shocked to find,
    The vision had connected,
    And entered his mind.

    The vision shown bright,
    And responded verbose,
    The adept should offer,
    And accept to host.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:41 No.17319973
    The Techpriest returned,
    The address protocol,
    And offered his being,
    His one, and his all.

    His cogitator whined,
    His senses overloaded,
    But his diagnostics concluded,
    The package was downloaded.

    He opened his access
    The conditions satisfied,
    And he felt the emotion,
    That you would call pride.

    But his mode became unstable,
    And his actions disrupt,
    As his diagnostics gave warning,
    The file was corrupt.

    He went in a flash,
    His firewall to adjust,
    But his access had been blocked,
    By defenses, robust.

    It was then he discovered
    For truly it seemed,
    His mind had been captured,
    And then quarantined.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:42 No.17319976
    All he could process,
    For it read infinitum
    Was the truth of the vision,
    Unto its new victim.

    For the vision was not,
    Of the Spirit Machine,
    But a daemon of the Warp,
    So spiteful and mean.

    The heart he had wished,
    To once have been freed,
    Had twisted and darkened,
    With malice and greed.

    The Daemon took the body,
    And so it was tasked,
    Of doing its bidding,
    In all that it asked.

    Engines woke,
    Machinery roared,
    Reactors protested,
    As energy soared.

    For the body was quick,
    And directed production,
    To create a large army,
    Of unholy destruction.

    The sky turned red,
    And billowing smoke rose,
    As the Techpriest made,
    All the Daemon chose.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:42 No.17319978
    Then from the line,
    The weapons appeared,
    Mighty and savage,
    Forged to be feared.

    Deadly war machines,
    Of maddening proportions,
    Holy technology,
    Cursed with distortions.

    The daemon cackled loud,
    And from the Warp bade,
    All manner of monsters,
    To use the tools made.

    The Techpriest was sickened,
    He raged and he cried,
    But could not control it,
    As much as he tried.

    The army was invincible,
    For this the Techpriest knew,
    And the destruction of man,
    Would all be, but true.

    In his greatest desperation,
    He tried still one last course,
    To warn of the daemon army,
    And the terror at its source.

    He found a small breach,
    That he quickly utilized,
    To warn of the foul Daemon,
    And all the plans it had devised.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:43 No.17319981
    He strained at the effort,
    And from the world then went,
    A chance of their salvation,
    Had successfully been sent.

    The Daemon gave note,
    That is was all to his design,
    And tortured the poor Techpriest,
    Within his prison mind.

    The warning crossed systems,
    But at long last was received,
    By a commander of men,
    Who scarcely believed.

    But such a great threat,
    Could not just be ignored,
    And then to his men,
    He quickly implored.

    “Gather now your weapons,
    Bid your families farewell,
    For perhaps we won’t survive,
    This forge world called Noell.”

    And so the response,
    To guess was not hard,
    For soon came a force,
    Of the Imperial Guard.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:44 No.17319986
    Millions of men,
    From planets far and wide,
    Arrived to the world,
    In one massive tide.

    The daemon laughed loudly,
    As the ships came,
    For his army was ready,
    To war in his name.

    Next came a slaughter,
    So massive and great,
    That even the bloody Guard,
    Was surprised by the rate.

    With every battle,
    And with every charge,
    The guardsmen died cruelly,
    In masses so large.

    Still from the factorums,
    New weapons arrived,
    And the armies fought on,
    As ever more died.

    The Techpriest saw all,
    For all he could see,
    And he knew he was guilty,
    Of great heresy.

    He begged for forgiveness,
    He hoped and he prayed,
    That all could be over,
    For whom he betrayed.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:44 No.17319988
    And from across the galaxy,
    I tell you, it is true,
    The Emperor arrived,
    To see what He could do.

    The Guard was near defeated,
    But would hold ‘till the end,
    The Emperor knew their lives,
    On Him, would depend.

    So He walked the warzone,
    Through laser, shell, and shot,
    And the enemy was dismayed,
    That hurt Him, they could not.

    With but a gesture,
    And a swing of His great sword,
    The daemonspawn gave way,
    And trembled at His word.

    He beckoned the war engines,
    To turn upon His foes,
    The machines at once obeyed,
    And against the daemons rose.

    Finally He arrived,
    At the Daemon to confront,
    And He commanded His revenge,
    For the great affront.

    The Daemon writhed in anger,
    And from Him tried to flee,
    But found it was unable,
    For some strange mystery.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:45 No.17319990
    The Techpriest had at last,
    Bound it to his core,
    And held it from escaping,
    The Holy Emperor.

    The Emperor raised his hand,
    And spoke the Machine Truth,
    “Restore to past condition,
    Defragum et reboot.”

    The Daemon only screamed,
    As its existence promptly ceased,
    And at last from his own prison,
    The Techpriest was released.

    The daemons all retreated,
    Back to their dark dimension,
    And the machines all powered down,
    As if by their intention.

    The Techpriest tried to stand
    His full senses returning,
    And then he saw the carnage,
    And the dark horizon burning.

    The Emperor was silent,
    But then He took his hand,
    And in a moment traveled,
    Far across the land.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:46 No.17319992
    The Emperor spoke,
    “Now see what you have sown.”
    And the Techpriest became certain,
    The blame was all his own.

    For before them, quiet standing,
    Were those who still remained,
    Of the Guard contingent,
    All injured, scarred, and maimed.

    Together they were working,
    In tattered armor, once so fine,
    Burying their comrades,
    Who had died upon the line.

    The Techpriest saw their suffering,
    And thought to offer remedy,
    For having brought about,
    The entire tragedy.

    But still the journey continued,
    Across the galaxy they went,
    To the systems and planets,
    From where the men were sent.

    Each had been a father,
    Or a brother, son, or friend,
    Before they had departed,
    To fight unto their end.

    At every home they stopped,
    For there they were to find,
    All the orphaned children,
    And families left behind.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:46 No.17319994

    With every broken home,
    The guilt inside him grew,
    And then he came to see,
    That there was nothing he could do.

    He beseeched the Emperor,
    “Rend machine from my bone!
    For causing this great sin,
    I can never now atone!”

    The Emperor gazed upon him,
    As if into his soul,
    “To kill you would be useless,
    And only add unto the toll.”

    I have thought upon this matter,
    And have concluded so,
    A duty you shall have,
    For your repentance show.”

    The Techpriest heard the words,
    But could not understand,
    How he could be redeemed,
    By one simple demand.

    “The death that I have caused,
    Can never be forgot,
    My hands are soaked in blood,
    And my heart is filled with rot!”

    A quiet moment passed,
    And he fell down to his knees,
    He waited for the end,
    Of all his miseries.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:47 No.17319996
    The Emperor reached forward,
    And laid a hand upon his chest,
    And then the Techpriest felt,
    A great warmth within his breast.

    The Emperor spoke softly,
    “All I shall explain,
    For this work shall be unending,
    And you shall not escape your pain.

    You shall labor here on Noell,
    For those that all now grieve,
    Your burden will be large,
    And you shall never know reprieve.

    For you will make them toys,
    Though they will not know your name,
    And this penance that I grant,
    Will be your honor and your shame.

    As long as there are children,
    Who are good and rightly live,
    I shall travel every distance,
    And to them, presents give.”

    The Techpriest was in shock,
    But felt the warmth within him grow,
    The Emperor’s hand was healing,
    And gave a gentle glow.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:47 No.17320000
    The heart once forsaken,
    Neglected, and pollute,
    Now became so pure,
    And started beating resolute.

    The Techpriest felt empowered,
    Unlike he’d ever been,
    And set upon the task,
    Given unto him.

    For in his flurried movements,
    Were calculation made so quick,
    The Techpriest faced many problems,
    But, for each he knew the trick.

    For he struck then holy runes,
    And pulled levers in sequence,
    But he followed no instruction,
    For he had no precedence.

    He simply understood,
    The task before him then,
    And if a thousand, thousand years should pass,
    No one else would know again.

    At last the morning came,
    And his trial was complete,
    He placed his first creation,
    Before the Emperor, at his feet.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:48 No.17320002
    The Emperor reached down,
    And held the item in His palm
    He studied it intensely,
    Like a Sister reads a psalm.

    Then roaring into laughter,
    The Emperor broke out,
    And shook the ground around Him,
    With an impressive shout:

    “Now take your blessed skills,
    And bring life unto these fires!
    For there’s many more of these to make,
    Before the day expires!”

    No one alive can tell,
    Or has ever truly guessed,
    Just what the present was,
    That made the Emperor so impressed.

    But I’ll tell you what I think,
    For I’ve thought about long,
    It is the will to fight and sacrifice,
    In our hearts, so pure and strong.

    The End
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:50 No.17320007
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:51 No.17320009
    It's Beautiful OP.
    >> noko 12/24/11(Sat)08:56 No.17320022
    OP, please, let me have your babies.
    I love you.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)08:57 No.17320026
    I demand that this be saved and posted in the threads of future Christmases.
    >> S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 12/24/11(Sat)08:58 No.17320029
    Praise the Emperor! Praise the Omnissiah! Praise the Machine Spirit!
    Truly glorious work OP.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:00 No.17320036
    I take my hat off to you good sir!

    >151 orynous

    Errr, I think Captcha likes it too.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:00 No.17320038
    Glory to the Throne! Praise be the God-Emperor! You deserve a bump and some cake OP.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:02 No.17320042
    You made my morning OP.
    Thank you.
    >> S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 12/24/11(Sat)09:12 No.17320067
    Question: What's the image size limit on 4chan? I'm screencaping this.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:15 No.17320077
    thanks op. A sincere thanks.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:16 No.17320081
    I've seen 5000x5000 pony pics over on /co/, and the maximum file size allowed is 3072 KB as of the whatsit below the post box.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:24 No.17320100
    That was great! Good job!!
    >> S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 12/24/11(Sat)09:35 No.17320131
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    Did my best.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)09:40 No.17320149
    I pick a good day to convert to the Imperial cult.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)10:12 No.17320283
    bump for OC
    >> Espagnoll !/5aJFFL8RI 12/24/11(Sat)10:17 No.17320306
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    So, fa/tg/uys, what /tg/ related gifts you wish to get this Christmas?
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)10:28 No.17320346
    Glorious. Thank you, OP.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)12:53 No.17320935
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    This is amazing.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)13:12 No.17321027
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)13:42 No.17321241
    Wondrous work OP.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)13:51 No.17321321
    Read, saved and much appreciated! Truly great work OP! Let's get this archived!

    ...now, the item was a toy mechanical heart, was it not?
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)13:59 No.17321367
    It was a gubbinz.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)14:08 No.17321430
    This is amazing, thank you OP.
    >> OP 12/24/11(Sat)14:45 No.17321634
    I'm happy for the response. It's not my first go at this kind of thing. I did the "Ave Guardsman", "Emperor's Day Martyr", and "Do Tau Get Presents Too?" poems in the past few years. I finally felt like making something a bit larger.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)14:56 No.17321681
    Dayum ... this boosts my faith.

    Seriously, I'm speechless.

    >Defragum et Reboot
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)15:07 No.17321726
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    Bravo man, this is amazing stuff. Thank you for taking the time to write and share this with us. Merry Christmas!
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)15:18 No.17321778
    The guardsman one is my favorite, mostly because I helped to edit it! The Sister one was good too. I can't seem to find the Tau one. Glad to see you're still around
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)15:28 No.17321838
    I have no face to present for this masterful work.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)15:35 No.17321882
    >Not been on /tg/ in months, was slowly losing faith

    >Friend posts link to this thread

    >pic related

    I am going to take a great deal of pleasure in reading my way through this.

    By the first few stanzas alone you have bolstered my spirits and my ailing opinion of /tg/.

    Thank you OP. My Christmas is looking significantly more awesome.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)16:05 No.17322086
    Happy Emperor's Day, /tg/

    also, archived
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)17:51 No.17322828
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    I love you guys.

    Merry Christmas, /tg/!
    >> Ave Emprah Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:14 No.17323002
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    I heard there was a secret word,
    that Goto wrote and it pleased the Board,
    but you don't care for canon, do you?
    It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
    Horus' fall, the Angel's lift,
    Boreale was shouting "Hail the Emprah"
    Hail the Emprah, Hail the Emprah,
    Hail the Emprah, Hail the Emprah...

    Khorne made you strong, but you were don goof',
    when Eversor bursted through the roof,
    he shouted WRYYYYYYYYYY right before he killed ya.
    He murdered all your buddies there,
    cut off your limbs, ripped out your hair
    And from your lips came the "Death to Emprah"
    Death to Emprah, Death to Emprah,
    Death to Emprah, Death to Emprah...

    Heretic I have seen before,
    in a bio-ship I walked the floor,
    walls came alive and all tried to kill ya.
    Creed's flag appeared on battleships,
    infiltrated tanks blew them to bits,
    through darkest space was shouted "Screw the Emprah!"
    Screw the Emprah, Screw the Emprah,
    Screw the Emprah, Screw the Emprah...

    There was a time, t'was a good show,
    when Eldar appeared by row,
    And Eldrad screwed us over big time.
    The Necrons from the darkest depths,
    send entire regiments to their deaths,
    the Guardsmen were all shouting "Where's the Emprah?!"
    Where's the Emprah, Where's the Emprah,
    Where's the Emprah, Where's the Emprah...

    Well on the distant Terra,
    sits our beloved Emprah,
    guiding his children through these dark times.
    Gods of Chaos, beasts from beyond,
    monsters by the ancients spawned,
    we raise our fist and shout "AVE EMPRAH!"
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:22 No.17323052
    I have tears in my eyes. Yes, I'm drunk. But still, man, bravo.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:32 No.17323135
    Oh god, I remember the Sister one. I thought that was good, this is absolutely great.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:36 No.17323166
    requesting more 40k carols
    >> twas the night before emperors day Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:40 No.17323196
    'Twas the night before Emperor's Day,
    and he fought all alone,
    in a four foot deep trench
    lined with plasteel and stone.

    I was traveling the warp
    with gifts for the land,
    when I saw this lone guardsman
    making his brave stand.

    I looked all about,
    I looked near and far,
    no Chimera, no Basilisk,
    nor Techpriest or Commissar.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:41 No.17323203
    No Sergeant yelled orders
    to this guardsman - no backing
    to fight this ridge full of xeno
    formed from pure evil, attacking.

    His armor in tatters,
    his eyes nearly blind,
    A sobering truth
    raced through my mind.

    His position was doomed,
    was my only thought
    and this soldier's brave stand
    would all be for naught.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:43 No.17323219
    The guardsman stared unblinking,
    silent and alone,
    his lasrifle at the ready
    against his shoulder bone.

    His gaze was so calm
    in the face of calamity,
    the perfect picture of
    a guardsman of humanity.

    Who was this brave hero
    whose position I'd spied,
    warring against
    this unstoppable tide?

    I now knew that all humans
    I would see this night,
    owed their lives to these guardsmen
    who were willing to fight.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:44 No.17323225
    Soon all round the galaxy
    the children would play,
    and grownups would praise
    the bright Emperor's Day.

    They all lived their lives
    every month of the year,
    Because of brave guardsmen
    like the one standing here.

    A tear came to my eye
    for those who stood alone,
    on a cold Emperor's Day Eve
    on a planet far from home.

    Their great sacrifices
    I could never betray
    So I drew my burning sword
    to join in the fray
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:45 No.17323244
    The soldier did turn
    and I heard a rough voice.
    "My Emperor, rest easy,
    this death is my choice;

    I fight for a freedom
    that may never be found,
    but not ever shall I waver
    on Your sacred ground."

    Then the Guardsman turned
    to face the incursions
    of the foul xenos and
    their unholy perversions

    I kept watch for hours,
    until the night was still
    and the guardsman lay broken
    on the bloody red hill.

    I could not just leave
    on that cold grim dark night,
    this guardian of honor
    so willing to fight.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:46 No.17323253
    And as the guardsman lay dying,
    his soul strong and pure,
    he cried, "Ave Imperator!
    It's Emperor's Day! This world is secure!"

    I kneeled before the fallen,
    A great victory he'd won.
    "Happy Emperor's Day my guardsman,
    rest in peace, my son."
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:50 No.17323282
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    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)18:57 No.17323337
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    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)19:33 No.17323543
    this shit deserves a bumb
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)19:33 No.17323547
    this shit deserves TWO bumps
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)19:37 No.17323568
    fukken saved
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)19:48 No.17323634
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    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)19:51 No.17323647
    i dont really have an appropriate >mfw so assume i'm giving a heroic salute with obligitary tear
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:00 No.17323710
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    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:04 No.17323737
    Manly tears OP. Fuckin' manly tears
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:05 No.17323746
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    Come child, allow me to tell you the tale of Forge World Noell.
    >> The Third(?) Story- The Emperor's Day Martyr Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:07 No.17323758
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    I. The Vision

    T'was Emperor's Day, long past,
    Or so the story goes,
    And the Emperor took the journey
    That every child knows.

    When suddenly He was struck
    By a vision dark and grim
    Of subjects in grave danger
    In prayer, beseeching Him.

    But clearest seen by far
    To fall upon His gaze
    A girl, so pure and bright
    She shined through all the haze.

    She knelt before a giant,
    Its manner cold and dread,
    And held it a great axe,
    It brought down upon her head.

    The Emperor broke the trance
    And declared "It shan't be so."
    Then through the warp He traveled,
    To stop the killing blow.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:08 No.17323767
    II. The Children of the Emperor

    He quickly found the world
    From where the vision came
    And went to join his subjects
    Who fought on in his name.

    Where upon He found
    A schola under siege,
    Full of faithful fighting
    And praying to their liege.

    Though he searched the schola,
    The girl could not be sought.
    "Perhaps, I'm merely early,"
    The noble Emperor thought.

    When through the din of battle
    He heard the mournful cry
    Of children sadly weeping,
    In fear that they may die.

    The Emperor went to join them
    And with a joyful call
    He proclaimed his many presents
    To give to one and all.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:10 No.17323779
    III. The Gifts

    When the children truly saw him
    Their faces all turned bright
    And quickly was forgotten,
    The terrors of the night.

    A trusty wooden lasgun,
    To a young Storm Trooper boy
    Who thought of all the Xenos
    He would slay with his new toy.

    And to a future Commissar
    He gave a golden sash,
    For he would grow to lead his men
    With cunning, dare, and dash.

    And to a little sister,
    He gave a stuffed silk skull.
    For to His honor would be pledged
    All the traitors she would cull.

    Then there among their number
    Was one unlike the rest.
    She minded all the children,
    like a hen within a nest.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:10 No.17323780
    track's private bro, cant listen :(
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:10 No.17323787

    I just noticed, trying to fix that now.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:10 No.17323788
    IV: The Daughter

    Her soul was fine and wholesome,
    Her faith was strong and pure,
    Her whole life she had given
    Unto the Emperor.

    She was the oldest of them,
    Though, truly, not be much
    She simply was their sister
    And was treated just as such.

    Her training was just finished
    Her time there was now spent
    She only awaited orders
    To join her new Convent.

    She was every bit a blossom
    That still had yet to bloom,
    When then He did remember
    That He had seen her doom.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:11 No.17323796

    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:11 No.17323797
    V: The Greatest Gift

    The Emperor held her tight,
    For His sorrow was so great,
    And He showed her the near future,
    That was to be her fate.

    Then softly he did speak,
    So gently to her ears,
    To grant her one last present
    To lessen all her fears.

    "What gift may I offer
    Or what thanks can I give,
    To one about to die,
    So that others still may live?"

    The girl began to weep,
    But her face, it was not grim.
    She smiled just like an angel
    As she explained to him:

    "To die for the defenceless,
    To succeed at my last task,
    To stand here with my Emperor,
    For what more could I ask?"

    Then it was as He had saw,
    For His vision came to be.
    The chamber door burst open
    To reveal the enemy.

    For the vision He recalled
    And knew it to be true
    This young girl would soon die
    And there was nothing He could do.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:12 No.17323808
    VI: The Battle

    For in, then, came the monster,
    That would strike the angel down,
    And carve from her an offering
    To place upon his crown.

    The children began to wail,
    Some sought to run or hide,
    While others could not move
    And only stared and cried.

    But between them and the monster,
    The blessed sister stood
    And fought there to protect them
    As any mother would.

    Yet, the monster was too much
    And she fell down to her knees,
    The monster raised his axe
    Deaf to all the children’s pleas.

    Then the Emperor spoke
    And sparked fire in her heart
    She thrust forward with her chainsword
    And rent its chest apart.
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:13 No.17323815
    VII: The Martyr

    Even as she struck,
    And ended the great strife,
    The daemon axe came down
    And stole away her life.

    The Emperor knelt beside
    And cradled the martyred daughter,
    Knowing she had stopped
    What would have of been a slaughter.

    Then rushed in the instructors,
    And defenders to the scene,
    Of the Emperor and His daughter,
    So silent and serene.

    The Emperor told the story,
    Of what there had transpired,
    And not one could stand to hide,
    The emotion she inspired.

    Away the two disappeared,
    And not a word was uttered,
    Until loud cries from the courtyard said,
    "A miracle's occurred!"
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:14 No.17323822
    VIII: The Miracle

    For there amidst the carnage
    A statue of marble stood,
    From where or when it had come
    No one there understood.

    For the statue was the Emperor,
    So grand and finely crafted,
    His hands upon the shoulders of
    The sister He had raptured.

    Her face was poise and beautiful
    Free of flaw or blemish,
    So perfect that they all agreed,
    She had never suffered anguish.

    For every Emperor's Day after
    The schola would gather for prayer,
    Around the perfect statue,
    That the Emperor placed there.

    And there beneath their feet,
    Forever carved in stone,
    "Always I am at your side,
    You'll never stand alone."

    The End
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:15 No.17323830
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:24 No.17323889
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    >This whole thread
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:28 No.17323926
    /tg/ gets poetry done

    Merry Christmas, guys
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)20:58 No.17324118
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    Oh god...
    I'm not supposed to cry on Christmas!
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)21:04 No.17324173
    Wonder what it is about being male that makes us feel so emotional about dying for a noble cause. not much else makes me teary, but show me one good song about a single guy standing 'gaints unreasonable odds for a cause, and i'll well up like nobodies business
    >> Inquisitorial Librarian 12/24/11(Sat)21:15 No.17324260
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    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)21:16 No.17324268
    I know that feeling well.

    On a side note. Archived or capping of each piece in this thread?
    >> Anonymous 12/24/11(Sat)23:23 No.17325068
    It's better than most the Sister writing GW has.

    I will admit though, when I read:
    >For in, then, came the monster,
    >That would strike the angel down,
    >And carve from her an offering
    >To place upon his crown.

    All I thought of was that horrible bit of Grey Knight fluff.
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)00:38 No.17325545
    Bumping for seasonal awesome.
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)02:18 No.17326158
    Happy Emperor's Day /tg/, from Mountain time zone
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)02:56 No.17326339
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    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)03:31 No.17326488
    Has this been archived yet?
    And Happy Emperor's Day, from California!
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)03:33 No.17326503
    It's archived.

    On another note, any chance of "Do Tau Get Presents Too" being posted?
    >> Heratek !!6L+303BcDS4 12/25/11(Sun)03:45 No.17326559
    I have no picture or words to describe the feel I have right now.

    >iLinel simulation
    it appears that my iLinel's have been simulated though...
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)03:47 No.17326567
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    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)03:49 No.17326574
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)04:19 No.17326726
    I can't find it :(

    Maybe OP will be back?
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)04:20 No.17326728
    I...I love you. I can't really say it in any other way. Merry Christmas and may the Emperor be with you.
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)04:35 No.17326789
    Huhm... i just thought your parents did emperors day....
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)07:20 No.17327330
    >this thread has received 1 of 4 requests needed to trigger archival.
    Let's do this.
    >> Starshadow 12/25/11(Sun)07:34 No.17327362

    Merry Emperor's day /tg/.
    >> Thats right. Guess who. 12/25/11(Sun)07:55 No.17327417

    You nobheads, vote it up. NOW. This has to be preserved for the good of /tg/ and all that is good and holy in humanity.
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)09:59 No.17327832
    Bump, for greatness.
    >> Starshadow 12/25/11(Sun)13:13 No.17328695
    Bump for teh Emprah!
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)13:37 No.17328842
    merry Emprah's day /tg/
    >> Anonymous 12/25/11(Sun)17:44 No.17331190
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    >> Starshadow 12/26/11(Mon)01:14 No.17335521
    >> Anonymous 12/26/11(Mon)03:18 No.17336241
    You have brought forth my tears, my brothers. It is an Emperor's Day miracle.

    >Captcha: machinery novisar
    Captcha is the Techpriest on Noell...
    >> Starshadow 12/26/11(Mon)04:07 No.17336450
    >> Starshadow 12/26/11(Mon)04:10 No.17336456
    Oh almost forgot.


    It would be criminal to file this away with a score of just +9

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