Editing Order of the Bloody Rose (section)

==About the Order of the Bloody Rose==
The Order was brought about in the name of '''Saint Mina''', one of Alicia Dominica's sisterhood as a Bride of the Emperor. She was, appropriately enough, the angry goth chick of the group; not very talkative and a fucking terror in battle, and participated in the ending of the [[Age of Apostasy|Reign of Blood]]. After that whole debacle, she went about Ripping and Tearing her way through the galaxy and being declared a Living Saint in the process before she met her end during prayer, when she was ambushed by a bunch of chaos cultists. She died at their hands, but not before killing every last one of them and was found coated in their blood. [[heresy|Khorne would be proud]]. Two millenia later, an Orders Militant was made in her honor, and the sisters who fight in her name strive to live up to that level of religious violence every single day, getting their start kink-shaming Slaaneshi cults that had taken over some Shrine Worlds so hard that the Hospitallers and Diologii who came in their wake to pick through the pieces were more on clean-up duty than on soul-saving duty, since they cared more about killing heretics than saving lives, and anybody who was still loyal was just left where they were. Saint Mari, the [[Canoness]] in charge, then codified the Bloody Rose's art of war in the blood of her fallen sisters once they successfully cleaned out the last world, and it has been in place ever since as their ethos.

Joining their order means effectively joining an imperial cult in the Convent Sanctorum who's sole goal is to deny Khorne a bounty of rage and violent fury so potent he probably shits bones every day thinking about what he's missing out on. They get told to harness and indulge their most violent thoughts as manifestations of the Emprah's martial prowess, their litanies are essentially massive call-out posts on heretics and heretical acts, their prayers are screamed at the top of their lungs rather than whispered or sung, and then...they bottle it. Every last nasty drop of seething rage and hatred and focus it to a point so sharp it could cut glass, at which point they are sent into battle with one purpose: Draw the enemy in so they can properly and utterly shred said enemy into pieces the size of croutons, unleashing their burning hatred in blasts comparable to that of meltaguns. The average sister is less a nun and more a violent maniac just barely keeping it together before she gets to do her favorite religious retreat hobby: stabbing heretics really, ''really'' hard.

They usually do that by showing a shocking amount of restraint, usually using feints or blanketing the enemy with fire from a certain direction so that they overcommit on another side of the battle...and then jump on the poor dopes like a pack of ravenous animals, [[chainsword]]s revving and only occasionally using a bolter to express their burning fury to the HERESY they were warned and worked up about. No, seriously. They sometimes forgo using weapons and just straight up start punching and kicking warp-tainted monsters and aliens designed to melt you if you touch them and win because they're just that fucking angry they exist, preferring to use the Bolter as a nice denouement to the amount of violence they just inflicted. Hell, when they see Chaos, they get so righteously angry on behalf of the Emprah that [[Imotekh the Stormlord|actual literal storm clouds will appear above their heads]], some will start actually crying blood and become superhumanly fast, if only because you can't chop filthy heretics into red mist with a power sword sticking through your windpipe.