CS:
Name:
Lord Castella Caius Clausius
Age:
758
Faction:
Space Marines - Black Templar Chapter
Appearance:
Wargear:
- A Relic Blade, it's holster on the back of it's wielder.
- The standard issue bolter that has carried him through rain and fire alike.
- Over the large sword holster lies a shield, yet to be, and most likely never will be used.
Honour Guard/Squad:
- Brother Zephrius
- Brother Krell
Bio:
During the Righteous crusade of Tarsis Ultra, It was then that Caius proved his worth, during this time of great peril, during the time that Hivefleet Leviathan was at it's greatest, It was then that he proved that the Black Templars are matchless in battle, and he proved that the Emperors will still lingers ever greater then in then in the past. It was the defiance of the Black Templars during this great battle that granted them great victory in the name of the all glorious emperor.
Tarsis Ultra - Black DefianceDuring the last breaths of Tarsis Ultra, the end of the planet was clear, it's fall to the hive mind and it's terrors most certain, It was then that the defiance of the Black Templars was most certain, During this time Brother Caius was a Castellan, leading his own fighting company to battle. Amidst the ruins of a once proud city now put to ruin. Brother Caius marches, followed by the fighting company he leads. A great battle would be held just atop the hill infront of him, but unknowingly of this fact he walked, with his bolter chained at his hip and his runic sword held by both hands, however he didn't carry it in a battling manor, he held it as if he was gifting it away, and indeed he would. A gift he would give, and the emperor of all people, would recieve it. A gift of blood, spilled due to the fact of devotion to the cause of mankinds survival, spilled for the emperors glory.
The lantern hung at the opposite side of his bolter. It lit the battlefield with the holy flames of the emperors holy light, it's very light divine to the eyes, it inspired courage of the brothers behind him. As Cairus lead by an example he continued to be ever voiceless, walking forwards as if he was striding the halls of the imperial palace on the seat of terra itself. The runic blade acting as a magnet for the lost souls around the ruined city. But once the walk was over, once the first step with the intention to traverse a small hill of rubble was taken, it was then that the countdown to the end would begin. The Sword brethren behind him, and their brothers in battle were ever ready, emperor forbid restless, no, they were all patient, like a perfectly stationed rock stable on any pointy object, ready to tip over and damage, or kill, anything when needed, but still being able to continue holding itself up without any need for worry.
As Brother Castella Caius spotted a sight of the enemy ahead of him, after he had taken the last steps on the rubble ridge he came to a complete stop. The brothers behind him hurried up the hill and found themselves also standing still at the very ridge top. Their enemy located roughly twenty five kilometers ahead of them, their distance growing ever smaller. Their enemies name? Tyranid, their size? Uncountable, the entire horizon was filled with nothing but a horde of moving colors, barely recognizable at this distance, however large towering tyranids were, those who towered above even the horde,
Hierophants.
One of the Black Templar brothers spoke up. ''By the Emperor.. It's the forefront of the Hivefleet!'' No one could deny him, however before anyone else could Caius spoke up. ''No greater glory comes upon a brother of our chapter then to die with our task finished, and completed.'' He stopped for a moment, words of agreement were heard from the battle brothers to his left and right sides. ''Our task is to stop these beasts from reaching our beloved Emperor..'' He began to grab onto his sword normally and ready himself for battle. ''Know that when you fall, the task that you've fought for will be secured within the hands of your right brother, and when he falls his wills will be secured within his left.'' The small talk of brothers around him were all of agreement. As he held the sword upwards towards the sky he looked towards the edge of his runic sword, with a swift turn motion he thrusted the sword into the ground and spoke up. ''I will not fall, I will not faulter, my faith in the emperor protects me, and my will to protect the emperor binds me. When death find me, and bind me too it I will not fear, for I would have completed my task, and therefor die without regret or worry of my task found uncompleted. If death find me before that time is found, I would have died by example, so that others can complete the task in my stead.'' As he reached for his bolter he grabbed it, and unchained it at the same time. ''Make the emperor proud of his warriors, of his templars. Bath the battlefield in whatever liquid these beasts embed, offer them to the glory which is the emperor.''
As he now held onto his bolter with both hands aimed towards the foe which was now close enough to be fired at, he yelled out once again. ''FOR I SHALL KNOW NO PITY! NO REMORSE! NO FEAR!'' The other battle brothers joined him in his warcry, all of them readied. ''I now swear, before the eyes of the emperor, no xeno shall cross this line!'' Caius shouted out, pressing his finger against the button of his bolter, letting out the glorious scream of the bolter, Battle Brethren could be heard in the background shouting. ''Hold the line, the emperor commands it!''
And thus the storm of Heavy Bolters, Bolters and bolt pistols were heard from ontop the rather large rubble hill, spewing bolts into the flesh of the Tyranids. In space the visuals of battling battle barges could be seen from the ground, as it was a clear night, the occational space cannon round hitting the Tyranid horde could also be seen long after it struck the ground, because of the mushroom cloud it left, and the spewing of dust and xeno flesh and blood, mixing it into a dominant brownish color.
It would take three weeks of endless firing and battling untill the battle barges would be capable to send down reinforcements, and when they did half the fighting company had been killed, leaving only the strongest left amongst them to carry the task of their fallen brothers to the grave, the task of protecting the emperor. Caius was one of them, with his one hand on the hilt of his runic sword and the bolter in his other he somehow managed to fire it at the enemy, even with the great recoil of the weapon, whilst repeatedly shouting battlecries of all sorts to keep his battle brothers in the greatest condition they could be, giving off the effect that a third of the survivers were greatly wounded and almost everyone who survived was wounded in one way or another. The lanter chained at his waist glowing brighter then ever before during these three weeks of great battle.
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