Haven't updated in a while I know! But as today is my birthday, I splurged and let myself write one of my biggest pieces of fluff ever.
Alternate reality where Rogal Dorn dies on a world(which I haven't
decided on yet) with Sigismund and Celien Dorn (who is Rogal Dorn's wife
and mother to my OC Raina Dorn there daughter.) fighting an undead
plague (brought to them by Nurgle).
Celien was from another clan
and married Rogal Dorn to keep a war from breaking out between there
clans. Before her marriage she had been a "Valkyire" the battle maidens
who choose those in there clans able and worthy and trained them to
defend the Olron clan. After the coming of the Emperor they choose
those to be sent into Imperial Guard service...here is my story for the
Valkyrie's becoming the ones who chose the Imperial Guard initiates.
With
one clean stroke Celien killed four of the undead creatures, but even
more where now pouring into the vast chamber. She glanced back Rogal and
the last squad of Imperial Fists where fairing no better. All but
Sigismund where dead and buried under the hundreds of undead corpses.
Celien killed her way to there position and though. There is no way to defeat them all.
"We
have to fall back, we can't hold this position." She called out loud
as she spun left tearing her sword through more of the creatures.
"Up
the stairs then." Rogal growled the order, all where covered in blood
the other body fluids of the dead they had been killing for hours.
No
one waited to be told twice, Rogal Dorn lead the retreat followed by
Sigismund. Lastly came Celien trying to cover the exit as best as
possible, the undead horde slowed as they could not all take the stairs
at once. It took the four warriors only moments to reach the next and
final floor.
"Close and bar the doors." Celien called as she
slammed the one behind her shut and set it's locking sequence into
place. The door on there end of the dark chamber was likewise sealed by
Sigismund. The loud crunch of thousands of feet could be heard.
"I
was hoping they'd be to stupid to head for the other door." Celien
sighed and rolled her shoulders to ease the soreness in them.
All was silent for a moment before Sigismund started to speak. "My lord, this is my faul..."
Rogal
Dorn cut him off. "This is no ones fault, we where tricked into coming
here. At least, the head of the corruption here has been removed. This
sector will not have to be purged."
Celien unclasped her helm and
tossed it aside. "I won't be needing that, to bad we can't just hold
this position for another 12 hours. Reinforcements would be here by then
for sure. But, a death in battle is the most I could have ever hoped
for."
"You always seemed to have a lot of hope. But I do believe
you deserve more then an honorable death in battle." Rogal stated the
barest hint of a smile coming to his face.
Celien shook her head
and smiled. "No, I don't. I had a wonderfully adopted family, I had a
daughter and you...everything I could want." Her face fell as she
recalled the news of her daughter's sudden disappearance and assumed
death. "Until the world went crazy, I just hope death is a kinder to me
then life has been. At the very least, it will be an honor to die aside
two of the best men I've ever known."
"You are a most honorable
Lady, and lethal with that sword." Sigismund spoke bluntly but Celien
bowed knowing to take it as a compliment.
At last the banging of many bodies could be heard on both doors. Celien moved and stood by Rogal Dorn.
"I love you." The words could be barely heard over the banging that would soon bring the doors down.
"Well
after almost a century of marriage...I never thought I'd hear that!"
Celien laughed for a moment. "I love you too Rogal Dorn."
The
doors finally gave way and the undead poured in from all sides, in only
moments all three where covered with the undead. Death had found them
quickly.
..........................................................................................
"She
died with the Primarch and Chapter Master Sigismund. She should be
honored." Lazerian said solemnly, "Celien Dorn's remains will be
entombed alongside those of the Primarch and Chapter Master Sigismund.
And from this day on, the Valkyrie's of the Olron clan will no longer
choose those fit for the Imperial Guard service on Inwit. They will
instead reap the initiates of the Imperial Fists."
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