>>17319966
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.

>>17319968
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.

>>17319973
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.

>>17319973
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.

>>17319978
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.

>>17319981
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.

>>17319986
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.

>>17319986
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.

>>17319990
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.

>>17319992

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.

>>17319994
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.

>>17319996
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.

>>17320000
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

>slowclap.gif

This....This......
It's Beautiful OP.

OP, please, let me have your babies.
I love you.

I demand that this be saved and posted in the threads of future Christmases.

Praise the Emperor! Praise the Omnissiah! Praise the Machine Spirit!
Truly glorious work OP.

I take my hat off to you good sir!

>151 orynous

Errr, I think Captcha likes it too.

Glory to the Throne! Praise be the God-Emperor! You deserve a bump and some cake OP.

You made my morning OP.
Thank you.

Question: What's the image size limit on 4chan? I'm screencaping this.

thanks op. A sincere thanks.

>>17320067
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.

That was great! Good job!!

Did my best.

I pick a good day to convert to the Imperial cult.

bump for OC

So, fa/tg/uys, what /tg/ related gifts you wish to get this Christmas?
>>17319966
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Glorious. Thank you, OP.

This is amazing.

Glorious.

>>17319966
Wondrous work OP.

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?

>>17321321
It was a gubbinz.

This is amazing, thank you OP.

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.

Dayum ... this boosts my faith.

Seriously, I'm speechless.

>Defragum et Reboot

Bravo man, this is amazing stuff. Thank you for taking the time to write and share this with us. Merry Christmas!

>>17321634
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

I have no face to present for this masterful work.

>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.

Happy Emperor's Day, /tg/

also, archived

I love you guys.

Merry Christmas, /tg/!

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!"
AVE EMPRAH, AVE EMPRAH,
AVE EMPRAH, AVE EMPRAH!

>>17319966
I have tears in my eyes. Yes, I'm drunk. But still, man, bravo.

Oh god, I remember the Sister one. I thought that was good, this is absolutely great.

requesting more 40k carols

'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.

>>17323196
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.

>>17323203
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.

>>17323219
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

>>17323225
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.

>>17323244
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."

>>17323253

>>17323253

this shit deserves a bumb

this shit deserves TWO bumps

>>17323337
fukken saved

>>17323253

>>17323634
i dont really have an appropriate >mfw so assume i'm giving a heroic salute with obligitary tear

>>17323253

Manly tears OP. Fuckin' manly tears

http://soundcloud.com/lewis-1-1/spess-mehreen-carol#

Come child, allow me to tell you the tale of Forge World Noell.

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.

>>17323758
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.

>>17323767
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.

>>17323746
track's private bro, cant listen :(

>>17323780

I just noticed, trying to fix that now.

>>17323779
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.

>>17323780

Fixed.

>>17323788
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.

>>17323797
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.

>>17323808
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!"

>>17323815
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

>>17323822
daaaaaaaaang

>This whole thread

>>17323889
/tg/ gets poetry done

Merry Christmas, guys

>>17323822
>>17323815
>>17323808
>>17323797
>>17323788
>>17323779
>>17323767
>>17323758
Oh god...
I'm not supposed to cry on Christmas!

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

>>17324173
I know that feeling well.

On a side note. Archived or capping of each piece in this thread?

>>17324118
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.

Bumping for seasonal awesome.

Happy Emperor's Day /tg/, from Mountain time zone

>>17323253

Has this been archived yet?
And Happy Emperor's Day, from California!

>>17324268
It's archived.

On another note, any chance of "Do Tau Get Presents Too" being posted?

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...

damn.

>>17319966
Kassadin?

>>17326503
I can't find it :(

Maybe OP will be back?

>>17323746
I...I love you. I can't really say it in any other way. Merry Christmas and may the Emperor be with you.

Huhm... i just thought your parents did emperors day....

>this thread has received 1 of 4 requests needed to trigger archival.
Let's do this.

:')

Merry Emperor's day /tg/.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17319966/

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.

Bump, for greatness.

Bump for teh Emprah!

merry Emprah's day /tg/

>THIS THREAD.
>IT IS A GOOD FEEL

BUMP FOR MERRY AND AWESOME.

You have brought forth my tears, my brothers. It is an Emperor's Day miracle.

>Captcha: machinery novisar
Captcha is the Techpriest on Noell...

ITS STILL CHRISTMAS SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD. BUMP FOR THE BUMP GOD.

Oh almost forgot.

VOTE UP THE ARCHIVE ON SUPTG

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