He sighs. [b]"I'm afraid not. Our father's condition is rather dire. Hope is slim... but there is still hope. Many different people are seeking different ventures on how to save him, so hope is there still."[/b]

"Well, at least we have that sliver of hope."

[b]"Indeed we do. But in the meantime, we fight on to preserve his legacy."[/b]

"Indeed. That, and keep the Chaos away from our Father and his people."

[b]"Indeed. So... did you know it was our fallen brother that orchestrated all of this? I have to say... I had never expected such devotion from Noiratrom, from all of us."[/b]

"Oh really? Well, truly I never expected it to be him that would do this."

[spoiler]if you're confused, Noiratrom is Mortarion basically.[/spoiler] [b]"In a strange way, I feel some sort of pride for him. To ascend past his hatred for us, to reach for something greater... I think father would be proud, perhaps."[/b]

"Indeed he would, though nonetheless, he must have an ulterior motive."

[b]"Perhaps this means something good for the Imperium. I have spoken a lot with Eldar and some Tau, and now chaos could be potentially peaceful with us... perhaps it's the old war dog in me that tires, but some relative calm would be enjoyable."[/b]

"Indeed, after fighting for a few millennia deep within the Webways, some calm would do us all good."

As the armies massed, a warpgate opened before them. It was massive, enough to fit an imperial titan. Through it, a voice came booming. Then, a figure stepped forth from it the being was gigantic, around twenty feet in height. Her shape was very feminine, but her traits were those of Kaela Mensha Khaine, the war god. This was none other than Macha, daughter of both Khaine and Isha, and her power had been released. [i][b][u]"Warriors! Followers of many paths, of different shrines, of different gods, today our goal is the same. We fight now to rid the galaxy of a terrible plight. The evil being known as Slaanesh has cursed the stars for too long now, it's time has come. I, accompanied by Noiratrom himself, will battle the god head on. But we cannot do this alone. That is why we need your help. The legions of Daemons belonging to Slaanesh will die today, by your hands! As you step forth through this portal, you will be blessed by the essence of Noiratrom. With it, your power will be increased exponentially, and you will walk off mortal wounds. Be brave, combattants! Today is the day you will all be remembered for! The day mortals conquered the ruinous powers!"[/u][/b][/i] A massive wave of cheers elevated from the ranks. [b][i]"FOR THE EMPEROR!"[/i][/b] Roared Roboute Guilliman, rallying all imperial troops. [u][i]"FOR NOIRATROM!"[/i][/u] Shouted the Jade Dragons, rallying their courage. [b][u]"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!"[/u][/b] Roared the Orks, as they rushed through the portal, all the other forces following behind in the mighty charge.