[Drax]

This is a joint order that ID, Daria and I were trying to get the background sorted for on myspace, then Daria quit myspace and it ground to a halt.

figured it may get sorted if its on here.

the following are just excerpts from the 'founding' of the order, which IIRC was a combination of Bloody Rose and Ebon Chalice. as we get more written, i will Edit this and highlight changes.

"Emiline swallowed hard as she watched the woman whom had been her commander and comrade fall to the broken marble floor below. Surely her soul rested with the emperor now. "Only in death does duty end... " She spoke softly. Slowly she begun to rise from her knees and slowly gravitated toward her enemy blade in hand, her eyes and sword burned with holy hatred and fire... " Sororitas! Fiat justitia ...et ruat caelum ! " she barked... "Sisters! Let justice be done though the heavens fall! " , and alone the Sister superior lead the charge... "


"And as the Daemon Kh'Char broke through the flesh of the Witch Mordant, Saint Emiline stood once more. Her blessed sword in one hand, a rose of bloody hue, the symbol of her order, in the other; she spoke aloud her prayer to our God the Emperor, beseeching of him the strength to strike down in His name the abomination before her.

As the Daemon mocked her faith, an inner light broke from within the Saint, penetrating the darkness and the fog of war. At once the Daemon fell back, shunned by the righteous light of the Emperor, though quickly the beast recovered attacking the Saint with unworldly fire, Only the light of her faith seeming to keep her safe as she approached the beast, preparing to send it back to the hell from wence it came.

Not since the days He walked the Galaxy had such a battle ensued. The beast gave no quarter, though thankfully nor did the saint. Her Celestians, unable to penetrate the fire, watched on in helpless concern as the righteous fought the essence of evil.

However, the grievous wounds sustained by the Saint took their toll and the Daemon gloated as he prepared to slay her with one final stroke. At the last moment her blade rose up, striking the Daemon where his heart should be.

As he fell, a vortex opened drawing in his body and with it the infernal flames of the warp.

The Saint, battered and bleeding, fell to her knees as her Celestians rushed to her side, her very life leeching from her body. The force of the daemon's fire seared her armour to metal, the rose in her hands, nought but blackened embers."

Collated by: Scrivenor Primaris Expletus, Inquisitor Nevermore, Inquisitor Penthesilea