First Omake (+10 to roll of your choice)(Semicanon)
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The warp is a fickle thing.
A great sea of emotions, thoughts, and souls, the waves of the Imaterium offer power and madness in equal measure to the mortal beings of the galaxy. By the whims and wishes of the currents, ships are tossed through time and space, worlds are sucked into daemonic hellscapes, and civilizations turn on each themselves in bloody rage for no reason beyond the fickle desires of the sentient-warp-storms known as the Chaos Gods.
But the Warp can offer aid as well, to those wise and cautious enough to avoid diving too deeply into the currents. Healing light to mend the flesh of a child struck by a runaway car, a blast of Flame to fend off monsters, the hints of Futures yet to be guiding refugees out of harm's way.
And every use of Power within the warp, whether it is for the smallest or largest thing, creates Ripples that wash through the Sea of Souls.
And in a system of the Segmentum Solar, an aberration of the Great Game was making waves.
A great sea of emotions, thoughts, and souls, the waves of the Imaterium offer power and madness in equal measure to the mortal beings of the galaxy. By the whims and wishes of the currents, ships are tossed through time and space, worlds are sucked into daemonic hellscapes, and civilizations turn on each themselves in bloody rage for no reason beyond the fickle desires of the sentient-warp-storms known as the Chaos Gods.
But the Warp can offer aid as well, to those wise and cautious enough to avoid diving too deeply into the currents. Healing light to mend the flesh of a child struck by a runaway car, a blast of Flame to fend off monsters, the hints of Futures yet to be guiding refugees out of harm's way.
And every use of Power within the warp, whether it is for the smallest or largest thing, creates Ripples that wash through the Sea of Souls.
And in a system of the Segmentum Solar, an aberration of the Great Game was making waves.
.....
Seep in the warp, the Gods were forced to pause as the shape of the future shifted in a major way, all focused around the little mistake that their kidnapping had created. While this had always been a possibility, the sheer speed at which she was advancing and making changes to the dominant timeline was disconcerting, and so the Four began to shift their plans and schemes around this new variation, plans considered and altered and thrown away in what could have been eons or milliseconds.
But each of these ancient beings felt, deep in their undefinable minds, the smallest, most minuscule tinge of worry: for none of them, not even the Changer of Ways, had foreseen this variable entering play.
She was an Unknown. And unknowns were dangerous...
.....
On Terra, deep below the former Himalayas, The-Man-Who-Would-Be-Emperor looked up from his work on the Legio Astartes project as his titanic Psyckic abilities felt...something through the warp, something that was both familiar and incredibly alien at the same moment. He stretched out his Mind into the Sea of Souls and, from a distance saw a beacon of Psychic Might burning in the Warp, from what he could tell not too far from Terra.
It looked like the mind of a Primarch. But that was impossible: he had already located all of his Stolen Sons, all twenty of them.
And yet...he couldn't help but feel a pull towards this soul, this brilliant flame in the warp: burning just as bright as the one he'd found not far to the galactic East, on a planet that practically Shone with the soul-fire of the Psychically gifted.
The Emperor shook his head as he returned to his body, shelfing this mystery for the moment as he went back to work. First, he had to pacify Terra; after that, he could worry about this new Fire in the Sea.
But he couldn't help but wonder what this new variable would hold for him, his Imperium, and the Future...
.....
On the world of Nostromo, far to the galactic Northeast, it was night. But then, it was always night on Nostromo; shrouded in clouds, no man, woman, or child on the whole of the planet had seen the light of the Sun in many generations.
In this perpetual darkness, in a crack in the concrete high on the side of a hive-spire, a gaunt child huddled, spindly limbs containing shocking strength trembling as he thrashed in the throes of sleep, tormented once again by the dreams, the visions that had plagued his mind as he slumbered. Visions of death, of Fire, of madness and a Betrayal most foul. Of Savagery, of Loss, and of his own damnation and death.
And then, something changed.
The shadows of darkness and despair seemed to shift, to lift, and he saw her...
Beautiful, clad in armor that was as much art as it was protection, reaching a hand up to cup a face that was both his and not, a warm, comforting smile on her face, before she pulled him into a tight embrace, threatening to squeeze the breath out of him despite his being dressed in armor of his own.
"It's ok..." she whispered, "You aren't alone anymore..."
Outside the realm of dreams and visions, the child calmed in his sleep, a relaxed expression spreading over his face and a small, content smile turning up the edges of his lips.
And for the first time in his life, Konrad Curze slept peacefully.
In this perpetual darkness, in a crack in the concrete high on the side of a hive-spire, a gaunt child huddled, spindly limbs containing shocking strength trembling as he thrashed in the throes of sleep, tormented once again by the dreams, the visions that had plagued his mind as he slumbered. Visions of death, of Fire, of madness and a Betrayal most foul. Of Savagery, of Loss, and of his own damnation and death.
And then, something changed.
The shadows of darkness and despair seemed to shift, to lift, and he saw her...
Beautiful, clad in armor that was as much art as it was protection, reaching a hand up to cup a face that was both his and not, a warm, comforting smile on her face, before she pulled him into a tight embrace, threatening to squeeze the breath out of him despite his being dressed in armor of his own.
"It's ok..." she whispered, "You aren't alone anymore..."
Outside the realm of dreams and visions, the child calmed in his sleep, a relaxed expression spreading over his face and a small, content smile turning up the edges of his lips.
And for the first time in his life, Konrad Curze slept peacefully.
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