The Sisters of Saint Sophia (Updated, WiP)The night was cold. The twin moons of Ophelia Prime hung large and low in the sky, their pale blue light twisting and straining to pierce the heavy mist which hung over the moor. Beneath the muted radiance, its gothic spires piercing into the stygian sky, lay the Chapel of Saint Sophia the Radiant. Its edifices of plasteel and alabaster glimmered in the faint light of the twin moons with each passing cloud, revealing its position to malevolent eyes lurking in the darkness. Men clad in tattered, mud smeared uniforms lay hidden amongst the fighting holes they had dug for themselves within rifle shot of the ancient temple. But these men had not come here for worship. They had come for vengeance. They were the part-time soldiers of the Opheilian Homeworld Guard; men who had grown tired of tax after tax, levy after levy, and crushing hypocritical law after crushing hypocritical law. The demands of the Eclissarchy had grown too much for these simple farmers and shop workers. The God-Emperor
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Lend now your once troubled ear,
For a new song flows for dreams to hear,
As its melody breaks the chains of fear
And brings an end to the passing tear.
For in silence we have laboured long,
To greet the rising of a song,
To raise a joy in shattered throng,
And soothe away the heartfelt wrong.
Cast back ye those who pass the rope!
To tie a noose for longing hope!
Let them be dashed on their hateful slope!
This to shall pass, this baleful smoke.
And so I submit before you all,
A Novus Aera, a clarion call,
Will you arise, to stand for all?
Let us ascend, and never fall!
To a new dawn now, shall we wake,
And a new path together we shall take,
As these chains of burdened self we break,
And the world anew shall we make.
Look upon your world with open eyes,
As the dawn light pierces through the lies,
As banners bright caress the sky,
And all eternity goes to them that tries.