#oc: mirian of calth

[nereidof40k]

I commissioned @meervalv0 to draw Mirian from my newest work Days of Ultramar, and she turned out perfect.

Chairon better remember his childhood friend before Roboute decides to make a move. 😈

Look how pretty she is.

[nereidof40k]

Chapter One of the tentatively named

Days of Ultramar.

I have no idea how many chapters, but several for sure.

Honestly, everything aches. But Mirian keeps the smile on her face as she makes her way through the corridors. Years of being reminded she is a Valerius telling her not to show weakness. The expression on her face probably shows more strain than she likes.

The Fortress of Hera looks quite unchanged from her memories. But the different faces is a stark reminder that she is ten thousand years in the future. She can scarcely believe it. Pushing the thought back into a box. If she dwells on it too much she might break down in tears right in the middle of the Fortress.

Finally she arrives at Guilliman’s office door. Knocking firmly on the ornate surface. In no time there is a very deep voice telling her to come in.

Roboute’s eyes widen as his eidetic memory provides a name he has not thought of for a long time. He finds himself standing up. “Mirian? Lady Mirian Valerius?”

The smile on her face brightens, becoming less strained. “Roboute Guilliman. It’s been a long time.”

He rounds his desk with surprising speed for his massive size. Roboute was always tall, but this makes her feel as small as a bug. Especially as he takes her hand and kisses it gently, like a gentleman. His hand could crush both of hers.

“It seems things have changed considerably since I was last here.” She smiles.

At his urging, she tells a story that makes Roboute’s blood boil. Though she doesn’t state it in so many words, it is clear to him that the Inquisition has been less than kind.

He finds himself promising to do everything he can to aid her. She might not be one of his brothers, but here is another person who remembers Ultramar that was. That is something.

She nods. “I’m grateful, Roboute.” Retrieving an ancient dataslate from inside her dress. “I was not the only one thrown into this future. The crew and other passengers will need support to make ourselves a place in this millennium.”

Taking the dataslate, he muses that she is definitely a daughter of House Valerius. They always looked after their own people. Very well known for their philanthropy and dedication.

Reading her report, he finds it is concise and clearly laid out. Not something he expected. But it is gratifying.

“Of course, Lady Mirian. You and yours are more than welcome to stay on Macragge as long as you wish. The extra hands will be very helpful.”

Then, her face grows serious. “What of Calth? The Inquisition made some concerning remarks. I believe a lot have happened in these millennia.”

Roboute wishes his mother was here. She would be far better suited to explaining the utter shitshow of stupidity that has become of his Father’s Imperium.

He guides Lady Mirian to the visitor’s chair, retrieving a dataslate from a drawer. Pulling up the report on the state of the Imperium he compiled after his return, and pulling up the pages on Ultramar.

Passing it to her with a remark that many things have happened.

Watching her read in between his endless paperwork. That fair face turning so pale her freckles look black by comparison. He is impressed by how she does not cry. Emperor knows he wanted to.

Her slender hand reaches out, snatching the glass sitting on his desk.

Pausing with it halfway to her mouth she wrinkles her nose, voice shaky. “While I can use a drink at this point, this might be a little too strong.”

He chuckles ruefully as he takes the glass back. “Far too strong. This is Mjød, a drink from my brother Leman’s homeworld. As far as I know it would make you go blind.”

She leans forward, looking at him intently. “Roboute…how can I help?” Voice heavy with concern.

It’s been so long since anyone addressed him like that. Like a man, not a demigod. She actually seems to see how tired he is.

“We can talk about that tomorrow. You look like you could use some rest, Lady Mirian. I will have someone show you and your party to guest quarters.” He needs to focus. He keeps wanting to go scream at the Inquisition, and that would have horrific consequences.

She nods, standing up regally. “Thank you, Roboute.”

At this very point, an Ultramarine with a plumed helmet enters his office. Cato Sicarius. Who does a double take at the woman standing in his Primarch’s office. Even more so when Roboute introduces Lady Mirian Valerius.

Cato snorts, making a remark about how she is very late to her wedding.

Her explanation about a warp storm does little to mollify Sicarius, so Roboute settles for calling a serf to escort Lady Mirian. Before Cato causes a diplomatic incident.

Fortunately Sicarius is not immune to disappointed looks from his Primarch. Behaving long enough to get Mirian out of there.

Roboute glares at Cato as she leaves. Demanding an explanation for his behavior.

Mirian is glad to be out of there. That was even more awkward than she had feared. Thank goodness for Roboute.

Not wanting to dwell too much on the Marine who looked so much like her Chairon. But he can’t have been. Not with the way he had looked at her so blankly, like a stranger.

She busies herself seeing to the rest of her companions and crew being properly housed, their needs seen to.

This, at least , hasn’t changed. If anything Roboute Guilliman’s household seems to be run so efficiently it would make Tarasha Euten proud.

In the process she does run into a Marine named Uriel Ventris, with a delightfully thick Calth accent. It may not be her Calth, but something does remain of her homeworld. Not everything has ceased to exist.

Far too soon everyone is settled, and so she accepts Ventris’ offer of sharing a drink and talking about Calth.

The place he takes her to is full of Ultramarines, but right now she doesn’t want to be alone with her thoughts. She can deal with a few stares.

Chairon’s attention keeps drifting to the woman talking to Ventris. A baseline sharing a drink with Astartes is strange enough. But the things she speaks of…he is getting more and more certain she somehow remembers his Calth. Her stories are too familiar, so full of raw emotion. Bringing hazy memories of the past into clarity. And the more he watches her talk, the more it feels familiar. Like it’s almost a memory, one he can almost but not quite remember.

Something about that hair, too. The way she gets more and more animated.

Then Sicarius comes over to complain that a woman of her supposed status shouldn’t be drinking so much.

Her response makes Titus wince in sympathy. He is very familiar with the urge to drink after being questioned by the Inquisition.

As Titus gets up to intervene, Chairon feels a strange sensation of jealousy. Like it should be him standing next to her, protecting her.

Cato finally slinks away after she stomps on his foot and calls him on ungentlemanly behavior.

Leaving Titus and Ventris to escort the last daughter of an extinct house safely to bed. Poor thing. She was far less destructive than most, just talkative. Very few people would begrudge her a bit of drinking.

Chairon sits there for what seems like forever, worrying at the almost formed memory. It’s starting to annoy him. But it feels important.

Titus has to carry Mirian into her room. Between them he and Uriel manage to get her sandals off and tuck her into bed. That pretty dress will probably be wrinkled in the morning, but neither of them is going to do anything untoward.

“I’m worried.” Ventris admits as they leave. Titus nods. That is one desperately lonely person. He can relate to having lost everything. And she can’t even get any of it back. The passage of time is cruel like that.

“Should maybe introduce her to Gadriel’s girlfriend.” Titus muses in a low voice. Ventris nods. He’s met Ellie. She might be a good choice, as unforgettable and unstoppable as she is.

[nereidof40k]

Here we go, Calth girl has a name, Mirian Valerius, and a backstory.

Lady Mirian Valerius was born on Calth, not long before the devastating Battle of Calth. The fifth daughter of that noble family. Though her father was the head of the family, Lucius Valerius, and her mother Livia Tullius, was of similarly noble status, being the fifth daughter made her prospects rather distant compared to her elder sisters. Even if she did meet the Guillimans many times.

However, she did take full advantage of her ability to gain a very thorough education, studying everything she could get her hands on, not limiting herself to just what a noble lady should know. This brought her into contact with a young man known as Chairon. She was determined to learn as much about fighting as possible. Though he was reluctant at first, due to her being one of the very noble Valerii, they eventually struck up a friendship.

Though he had at first thought her a persistent pest, he found he actually missed her when she wasn’t around.

So he was actually getting worried when she suddenly stopped coming around. Without sending word, which she always did.

Before he could actually look for her, however, the Battle of Calth and the resulting devastation happened. And his thoughts turned to joining the Ultramarines and taking revenge on the heretics. Which led to him getting involved in Cawl’s Primaris Project.

On Mirian’s part, her family had found her a suitable spouse, so she was being sent off to marry a man she had never met. On Talassar of all places.

But what should have been a simple trip across the sector became a nightmare when the ship was caught in a warp storm. By the time they were spat back into real space, they had been displaced ten thousand years in the future, into a very different Ultramar.

Of course the Inquisition took interest, crew and passengers were thoroughly examined for Chaos corruption, not to mention equally thoroughly investigated for heresy.

Eventually released from durance vile, Mirian found herself on Macragge. Exhausted and confused, she went in search of answers.

To her surprise one of the first people she ran into was Chairon. Now a Primaris Space Marine. However, on first meeting she failed to jog his memory. To her disappointment.

Next, talking to Roboute Guilliman, the only other person whose name she recognized. However, this would bring her into contact with Cato Sicarius. Hopefully he was not a direct descendant of her would have been husband. That might be very awkward.

[nereidof40k]

I need to name her, but here’s a girl from Calth, who is actually not related to any Primarch. Will wonders never cease ?

I’ll expand on the backstory later, but she was born before the Heresy in a high ranking family, but when she was sent off to get married, as you do, her ship was tossed into the future to present day. Well, that’s one way of missing your wedding. Not that it was intentional.

Of course there’s a lot of changes to get used to on Macragge.

Everything and everyone she remembers is gone, except Chairon and Roboute Guilliman.

Reference pictures under the cut as always.

I just love this face so much. Very pretty. The skin color is very much correct too.

I adore redheads, so she gets this hair.

And this eye color.

This body shape, I felt like something more curvy, I’m not small by any means myself. Not the Roman ideal, but that’s their problem.

I admit Leetah from Elfquest was an inspiration. Come to think of that, my girl would look great in similar clothes to this.

Out of picture space, but here’s some examples of the type of clothing she’d wear. Suggestions welcome of course.

[nereidof40k]

I’ve also instituted color coding on the fic list.

(NEW) indicates new fic/snippet/background info. This to allow people to quickly locate the newest offerings.

(NSFW) indicates content you should not read at work, due to either smut or night lord levels of violence. This should allow you to avoid content you would rather not read.

February 3rd 2025:

One more OC added. Tag is oc: mirian of calth

Okay, I’m doing a more proper pinned post.

I’m a disabled, autistic woman in my 40s, and I love to ramble about 40k. And creating characters and scenarios. Often way more nsfw than the creators intended.

I particularly love Harlequins, Primarchs and Space Marines. Especially leaning into how inhuman they can be. Conversely I love characters getting the love and help they didn’t in canon.

Sevatar is my favorite. I love Night Lord humor. My own humor can be pretty black at times.

If anything I write inspires you, my ideas are free to use. Maybe throw me a link? I’d actually love to see people’s interpretations of what’s happening around my characters’ perspectives.

Masterlist of fic

I currently have four Primarch children, all of whom now have their own tag.

oc: lenore of nostramo is the splice clone daughter of Sanguinius, Kaela Mensha Khaine and a Nostraman Count. Blame the Drukhari.

oc: ayliel of colchis is Lorgar’s natural born daughter, she had a mother and everything. Raised on Terra by the Emperor.

oc: alyena of mars is a splice clone of Corvus Corax, thanks to Belisarius Cawl. With memories of her past life as a minor, local Saint.

oc: nimue of caliban is Lion el’Johnson’s natural born daughter. Who admires Asmodai and loves pink and glitter. Yeah.

Not Primarch children:

oc: sigyn russ, Leman’s newest wife, whom he picked up in the Warp.

[nereidof40k]

Wholly unintentional, can you believe I’ve never seen Brave? Just read about it? But I can see it, definitely.

I commissioned @meervalv0 to draw Mirian from my newest work Days of Ultramar, and she turned out perfect.

Chairon better remember his childhood friend before Roboute decides to make a move. 😈

Look how pretty she is.

[beckyninja]

She's gorgeous! She's really giving me Merida from Brave vibes.

I commissioned @meervalv0 to draw Mirian from my newest work Days of Ultramar, and she turned out perfect.

Chairon better remember his childhood friend before Roboute decides to make a move. 😈

Look how pretty she is.

[beckyninja]

Ooo. The angst! The drama! Chairon better remember her eventually.

Here we go, Calth girl has a name, Mirian Valerius, and a backstory.

Lady Mirian Valerius was born on Calth, not long before the devastating Battle of Calth. The fifth daughter of that noble family. Though her father was the head of the family, Lucius Valerius, and her mother Livia Tullius, was of similarly noble status, being the fifth daughter made her prospects rather distant compared to her elder sisters. Even if she did meet the Guillimans many times.

However, she did take full advantage of her ability to gain a very thorough education, studying everything she could get her hands on, not limiting herself to just what a noble lady should know. This brought her into contact with a young man known as Chairon. She was determined to learn as much about fighting as possible. Though he was reluctant at first, due to her being one of the very noble Valerii, they eventually struck up a friendship.

Though he had at first thought her a persistent pest, he found he actually missed her when she wasn’t around.

So he was actually getting worried when she suddenly stopped coming around. Without sending word, which she always did.

Before he could actually look for her, however, the Battle of Calth and the resulting devastation happened. And his thoughts turned to joining the Ultramarines and taking revenge on the heretics. Which led to him getting involved in Cawl’s Primaris Project.

On Mirian’s part, her family had found her a suitable spouse, so she was being sent off to marry a man she had never met. On Talassar of all places.

But what should have been a simple trip across the sector became a nightmare when the ship was caught in a warp storm. By the time they were spat back into real space, they had been displaced ten thousand years in the future, into a very different Ultramar.

Of course the Inquisition took interest, crew and passengers were thoroughly examined for Chaos corruption, not to mention equally thoroughly investigated for heresy.

Eventually released from durance vile, Mirian found herself on Macragge. Exhausted and confused, she went in search of answers.

To her surprise one of the first people she ran into was Chairon. Now a Primaris Space Marine. However, on first meeting she failed to jog his memory. To her disappointment.

Next, talking to Roboute Guilliman, the only other person whose name she recognized. However, this would bring her into contact with Cato Sicarius. Hopefully he was not a direct descendant of her would have been husband. That might be very awkward.

[nereidof40k]

Yes, she didn’t need that. And due to timing she hasn’t found out what happened to Calth either. Girl might need some booze in her chocolate at that point.

I was going to edit it in, but Chairon was barely admitting his feelings about her when the Battle of Calth happened. Blame Kor Phaeron, Erebus and Lorgar for getting in the way.

Here we go, Calth girl has a name, Mirian Valerius, and a backstory.

Lady Mirian Valerius was born on Calth, not long before the devastating Battle of Calth. The fifth daughter of that noble family. Though her father was the head of the family, Lucius Valerius, and her mother Livia Tullius, was of similarly noble status, being the fifth daughter made her prospects rather distant compared to her elder sisters. Even if she did meet the Guillimans many times.

However, she did take full advantage of her ability to gain a very thorough education, studying everything she could get her hands on, not limiting herself to just what a noble lady should know. This brought her into contact with a young man known as Chairon. She was determined to learn as much about fighting as possible. Though he was reluctant at first, due to her being one of the very noble Valerii, they eventually struck up a friendship.

Though he had at first thought her a persistent pest, he found he actually missed her when she wasn’t around.

So he was actually getting worried when she suddenly stopped coming around. Without sending word, which she always did.

Before he could actually look for her, however, the Battle of Calth and the resulting devastation happened. And his thoughts turned to joining the Ultramarines and taking revenge on the heretics. Which led to him getting involved in Cawl’s Primaris Project.

On Mirian’s part, her family had found her a suitable spouse, so she was being sent off to marry a man she had never met. On Talassar of all places.

But what should have been a simple trip across the sector became a nightmare when the ship was caught in a warp storm. By the time they were spat back into real space, they had been displaced ten thousand years in the future, into a very different Ultramar.

Of course the Inquisition took interest, crew and passengers were thoroughly examined for Chaos corruption, not to mention equally thoroughly investigated for heresy.

Eventually released from durance vile, Mirian found herself on Macragge. Exhausted and confused, she went in search of answers.

To her surprise one of the first people she ran into was Chairon. Now a Primaris Space Marine. However, on first meeting she failed to jog his memory. To her disappointment.

Next, talking to Roboute Guilliman, the only other person whose name she recognized. However, this would bring her into contact with Cato Sicarius. Hopefully he was not a direct descendant of her would have been husband. That might be very awkward.