- Location
- California
[X] Focused Strikes: Split your forces evenly and attack the ritual sites, as with them, the mortal servants of chaos can still call upon reinforcements from beyond the veil.
Lords of Darkness (WHF CK2-Ish Quest)
Greater Daemons of Dracul 7
- Location
- Warsaw
Omake: Greater Daemons of Dracul 7
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:10 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
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Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Cerberus the Great Hound: Canids are fascinating creatures. One of the longest companions of man. Quite possibly the first creature to do so. Certainly one of the few that had proven its loyalty. They are faithful companions to those they bond with. Furry companions to help keep one's spirit up in dark times. A faithful guardian if need be.
Fitting then that the dragon would work to pervert the concept.
Cerberus is a great daemonic beast that resides deep in the Warp. Guarding its master's realm from intrusion with impossible senses. At the same time ensuring that the souls that have been taken do not escape. Not that there was ever much chance of that happening in the first place. Acting the role of the loyal guard dog for the Dragon. Rarely is it summoned to the battlefield, but when it is disaster always follows. Whether the heretics rarely summon it out of fear is up for debate. They certainly seem to hang back when it shows up.
The daemon towers high over the battle field surpassing even the largest of titans. It's vast quadrupedal form crushing men and vehicles alike under its paws just by walking. It's vast body is coiled with muscle that puts steel cable to shame. Three vast canine heads emerge from the shoulders. Each is monstrous in shape. Fangs larger than Astartes crushing and grinding metal and flesh. A secondary set of fangs further back in. The heads themselves are like helmets covered in dark armor covered in countless runes. Great spikes emerging from ear and nose positions. Four red eyes shining in each head. The body is covered in the same armor. The paws possess massive claws that shred through titan armor. Powerful legs that can send knights flying like toys through the air. A long tail covered in scales and armor ends in a great serpent head. That thrashes and whips through the air.
Cerberus is an unstoppable juggernaut. Nearly invincible to all harm and possessing strength far greater than even its size suggests. Fangs and claws that can tear through titans with ease. Even being capable of tearing apart and granting true death to other daemons. Seeming to even feed off of them. It causes immense shockwaves that reduce hives to rubbles with a step. Saliva from its heads is acidic and melts through starship grade armor with ease. The tail tears and bites everything it can reach. It's own venom does the same as the saliva. Except when focused to strike another opponent. Bio titans and daemons have met their end this way. The liquid forcing itself through them. Melting their flesh even as it poisons them. Mechanical titans melt and slough apart under it while the crew dies to a gas form.
Pray the beast passes you by otherwise only certain death awaits.
@Alucard Vampiry
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:10 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Cerberus the Great Hound: Canids are fascinating creatures. One of the longest companions of man. Quite possibly the first creature to do so. Certainly one of the few that had proven its loyalty. They are faithful companions to those they bond with. Furry companions to help keep one's spirit up in dark times. A faithful guardian if need be.
Fitting then that the dragon would work to pervert the concept.
Cerberus is a great daemonic beast that resides deep in the Warp. Guarding its master's realm from intrusion with impossible senses. At the same time ensuring that the souls that have been taken do not escape. Not that there was ever much chance of that happening in the first place. Acting the role of the loyal guard dog for the Dragon. Rarely is it summoned to the battlefield, but when it is disaster always follows. Whether the heretics rarely summon it out of fear is up for debate. They certainly seem to hang back when it shows up.
The daemon towers high over the battle field surpassing even the largest of titans. It's vast quadrupedal form crushing men and vehicles alike under its paws just by walking. It's vast body is coiled with muscle that puts steel cable to shame. Three vast canine heads emerge from the shoulders. Each is monstrous in shape. Fangs larger than Astartes crushing and grinding metal and flesh. A secondary set of fangs further back in. The heads themselves are like helmets covered in dark armor covered in countless runes. Great spikes emerging from ear and nose positions. Four red eyes shining in each head. The body is covered in the same armor. The paws possess massive claws that shred through titan armor. Powerful legs that can send knights flying like toys through the air. A long tail covered in scales and armor ends in a great serpent head. That thrashes and whips through the air.
Cerberus is an unstoppable juggernaut. Nearly invincible to all harm and possessing strength far greater than even its size suggests. Fangs and claws that can tear through titans with ease. Even being capable of tearing apart and granting true death to other daemons. Seeming to even feed off of them. It causes immense shockwaves that reduce hives to rubbles with a step. Saliva from its heads is acidic and melts through starship grade armor with ease. The tail tears and bites everything it can reach. It's own venom does the same as the saliva. Except when focused to strike another opponent. Bio titans and daemons have met their end this way. The liquid forcing itself through them. Melting their flesh even as it poisons them. Mechanical titans melt and slough apart under it while the crew dies to a gas form.
Pray the beast passes you by otherwise only certain death awaits.
@Alucard Vampiry
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Greater Daemons of Dracul 8
- Location
- Warsaw
Omake: Greater Daemons of Dracul 8
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:16 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Izanami the Matron of the Damned: Evil comes in many forms to the dismay of many. Some such as the daemons of Chaos are easy to distinguish. Others such as the wretched greenskins are another. Still more are the monstrous undead that walk under the dragon's command. Yet others are far more insidious in a way. Using masks of fine features to lure in those who have not armored themselves in suspicion. Such as the servants of the Dark Prince. Beautiful beyond words on the surface yet reeking of malice and evil on the inside.
Izanami is one of these evils. Her features are delicate and yet full at the same time. Flesh crafted by an artisans fine hand to a fine standard of beauty. A petite nose with lush red lips. Eyes of vibrant green against a black sclera. A finely shaped matronly form that evokes maturity and confidence. Draped in a shoulder less dress of some sort that flows finely around her. A pale green shroud edged in red covers the upper half. The lower extends down to her feet colored in white phasing into red. A thick red cloth around her waist. A long slim umbrella clasped in one delicate hand. The other carrying a paper lantern or a red and black fan at times. A dim mist seeming to surround her at all times. It is easy to see why many would fall for the ruse.
Yet looking closer it is easy to see something wrong. Those fine eyes are filled with cold calculated cruelty. The dress she wears is not dyed, but is soaked in dried blood. Her lantern contains wailing faces struggling within. The mist around her twisting and forming into serpentine shapes. This is evil wrapped in a lovely package.
Izanami rarely fights directly when summoned. Instead calling forth her minions to fight for her. Creatures clad in blood red armor that attack with similar blades that cut through steel. Misty serpents rushing forward to administer their ethereal poison. Otherwise using the foolish mortals who are entrapped by her radiance. Her aura passively bolsters the undead forces around her.
When she does fight it is like a fine dance. Blades of wind forming from her fan to cleave through buildings with ease. Her lantern pouring forth spectral fire to capture souls. Pulling them in to join the prisoners. Her humming causes ruptures in organs and veins. Her mist suffocating and mutilating the lungs of those caught in it.
Izanami speaks in a cool musical tone. Her voice like a fine choir that rings through the air. Izanami hides a sadistic personality behind her beauty. Every act coordinated to inspire awe in observers. Turning the arcs of blood into the stuff of art. Conducting torment and suffering into a fine tuned choir.
Pray she does not consider you worth her time.
@Alucard Vampiry
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:16 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Izanami the Matron of the Damned: Evil comes in many forms to the dismay of many. Some such as the daemons of Chaos are easy to distinguish. Others such as the wretched greenskins are another. Still more are the monstrous undead that walk under the dragon's command. Yet others are far more insidious in a way. Using masks of fine features to lure in those who have not armored themselves in suspicion. Such as the servants of the Dark Prince. Beautiful beyond words on the surface yet reeking of malice and evil on the inside.
Izanami is one of these evils. Her features are delicate and yet full at the same time. Flesh crafted by an artisans fine hand to a fine standard of beauty. A petite nose with lush red lips. Eyes of vibrant green against a black sclera. A finely shaped matronly form that evokes maturity and confidence. Draped in a shoulder less dress of some sort that flows finely around her. A pale green shroud edged in red covers the upper half. The lower extends down to her feet colored in white phasing into red. A thick red cloth around her waist. A long slim umbrella clasped in one delicate hand. The other carrying a paper lantern or a red and black fan at times. A dim mist seeming to surround her at all times. It is easy to see why many would fall for the ruse.
Yet looking closer it is easy to see something wrong. Those fine eyes are filled with cold calculated cruelty. The dress she wears is not dyed, but is soaked in dried blood. Her lantern contains wailing faces struggling within. The mist around her twisting and forming into serpentine shapes. This is evil wrapped in a lovely package.
Izanami rarely fights directly when summoned. Instead calling forth her minions to fight for her. Creatures clad in blood red armor that attack with similar blades that cut through steel. Misty serpents rushing forward to administer their ethereal poison. Otherwise using the foolish mortals who are entrapped by her radiance. Her aura passively bolsters the undead forces around her.
When she does fight it is like a fine dance. Blades of wind forming from her fan to cleave through buildings with ease. Her lantern pouring forth spectral fire to capture souls. Pulling them in to join the prisoners. Her humming causes ruptures in organs and veins. Her mist suffocating and mutilating the lungs of those caught in it.
Izanami speaks in a cool musical tone. Her voice like a fine choir that rings through the air. Izanami hides a sadistic personality behind her beauty. Every act coordinated to inspire awe in observers. Turning the arcs of blood into the stuff of art. Conducting torment and suffering into a fine tuned choir.
Pray she does not consider you worth her time.
@Alucard Vampiry
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- Location
- Castlevania
Vote is closed.
[x] Plan: The Scourge Closes in...
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Well fuck a even vote, unless the tie breaker came in.
Edited: I can only hope we get a minor host of daemons from the future, because that's what I'm kind of aiming for. Also this plan would never work against tzeenchians. For everyone else yeah it would.
Plus without walls and such the lhornates have no excuse to NOT charge and engage our forces…unless they want to be branded as cowards to khorne.
Edited: I can only hope we get a minor host of daemons from the future, because that's what I'm kind of aiming for. Also this plan would never work against tzeenchians. For everyone else yeah it would.
Plus without walls and such the lhornates have no excuse to NOT charge and engage our forces…unless they want to be branded as cowards to khorne.
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- Location
- Warsaw
[x] Plan: The Scourge Closes in...
@Alucard Vampiry The 40k sidestorys are not in order.
- Location
- California
See this is part of why I ignored the write-in plan. I'm worried the Khornites might be self-aware enough, for this battle, to ignore any bait. The only 'survivors,' from Crags of Shargun were banished daemons, and here the Necromancers are trying to banish them for a second time. Either the Daemons advised them to stay put, or Khorne gives them a pass because the Chaos God knows
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Eh, I'll give it a 50/50…we are doing banishment as well as buffing/debuffing.
Also most khornates are berserkers, so even if one necromancer can duck up the ritual and hopefully turn it around on the khornates I will be happy. Because then we can just hand the city over conceptually to the kislev gods once we're done and get the ball moving on the chaos holy ground:
- Location
- Castlevania
Okay, since I noticed just now that the vote is a tie, I am going to roll a 1d2: 1 is for Focused Strike while 2 is for The Scourge Closes In:
Greater Daemons of Dracul 9
- Location
- Warsaw
Omake: Greater Daemons of Dracul 9
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:22 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Gabriel the False Angel: This daemon is a representative of one thing. That nothing is truly safe from the vile reach of the Dragon god. That nothing is held to be sacred by the Undead heretics. They will pervert and twist anything they can reach to further their cause. Even the most holy of images and ideas can and will be twisted by their madness. Such is the case with this daemon.
Gabriel is an evil and wicked creature. A cold and malicious entity cast into a blasphemous form. Even more so than many of it's fellows. It is crafted in the form of an angel. One that has been violated and twisted into something dark. A walking violation of something meant to be pure. A defiled icon and deliberate insult to the righteous Imperium. One that uses stand beyond our ability to tear down. One that yet exists to lure more souls into damnation.
Gabriel appears as a floating figure on par with the larger titans. It's form reminiscent of an armored knight of old yet with a heinous twist to it. It's body is covered in a thick chitin like substance that is the color of marble. It's face holds no features save for a single red glowing point. It's hands are co dread in gauntlet like growth and hold claws that are razor sharp and make mincemeat of titan armor. From it's back emerges three pairs of great white wings. The middle set being the largest surpassing it's body in size. The remaining two set are nearly the same size as it. Upon its head and around its neck more plumage can be found. Within its hands it carries two things. A great horn with chains attached and a black book with a red star on it. These are its weapons.
In battle Gabriel glides across the field. Uncaring of the efforts of its enemies to harm it. Calmly going about its business with little regard for the lesser beings. Gabriel rarely fights physically, but when it does creates great destruction. The claws tearing through the strongest of armor. Meanwhile the horn doubles as a powerful club. Crushing and pulverizing everything it reaches. The book though is its greatest weapon. Within contains all sorcerous knowledge of the heretics. With but a word the daemon can transform the battlefield. Altering the terrain or ending the lives of all forces there. Or simply rendering any opposing army powerless to fight at all.
Gabriel rarely speaks at all. When it does it is booming chorus of great beauty. Spoken in an impossible language yet perfectly understandable. The words seeming to ring through the air like great church bells.
This false icon has led many souls to ruin.
@Alucard Vampiry
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:22 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Gabriel the False Angel: This daemon is a representative of one thing. That nothing is truly safe from the vile reach of the Dragon god. That nothing is held to be sacred by the Undead heretics. They will pervert and twist anything they can reach to further their cause. Even the most holy of images and ideas can and will be twisted by their madness. Such is the case with this daemon.
Gabriel is an evil and wicked creature. A cold and malicious entity cast into a blasphemous form. Even more so than many of it's fellows. It is crafted in the form of an angel. One that has been violated and twisted into something dark. A walking violation of something meant to be pure. A defiled icon and deliberate insult to the righteous Imperium. One that uses stand beyond our ability to tear down. One that yet exists to lure more souls into damnation.
Gabriel appears as a floating figure on par with the larger titans. It's form reminiscent of an armored knight of old yet with a heinous twist to it. It's body is covered in a thick chitin like substance that is the color of marble. It's face holds no features save for a single red glowing point. It's hands are co dread in gauntlet like growth and hold claws that are razor sharp and make mincemeat of titan armor. From it's back emerges three pairs of great white wings. The middle set being the largest surpassing it's body in size. The remaining two set are nearly the same size as it. Upon its head and around its neck more plumage can be found. Within its hands it carries two things. A great horn with chains attached and a black book with a red star on it. These are its weapons.
In battle Gabriel glides across the field. Uncaring of the efforts of its enemies to harm it. Calmly going about its business with little regard for the lesser beings. Gabriel rarely fights physically, but when it does creates great destruction. The claws tearing through the strongest of armor. Meanwhile the horn doubles as a powerful club. Crushing and pulverizing everything it reaches. The book though is its greatest weapon. Within contains all sorcerous knowledge of the heretics. With but a word the daemon can transform the battlefield. Altering the terrain or ending the lives of all forces there. Or simply rendering any opposing army powerless to fight at all.
Gabriel rarely speaks at all. When it does it is booming chorus of great beauty. Spoken in an impossible language yet perfectly understandable. The words seeming to ring through the air like great church bells.
This false icon has led many souls to ruin.
@Alucard Vampiry
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Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
You do realise this is derailing the thread, because it's completely unrelated, right? There's a function called profile post; click my username to go to my profile page, then post your message there.
The Crafted Undead 6
- Location
- Warsaw
Omake: The Crafted Undead 6.
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:29 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
The Zombie Giant: The dragons touch has unfortunately spread to many worlds. Forge worlds tempted into heresy by the offer of knowledge and technology. Agri worlds through slow corruption of the local government. Fortress worlds brought down by sabotage and heresy. Hive worlds through uncontrolled spreading of corruption through their depths. Shrine worlds brought down by heavily armed invasions. Many have fallen through their blasphemous methods and tools.
Still not every cult had access to these. Where the dark gods reach has extended beyond its usual area to project force. This is an especially common occurrence on feudal worlds. Planets that are on the low end of the technological scale. Still confined to using weapons such as crossbows and such. Here cults must resort to more basic and brute force methods. Sadly these methods have proven to be rather effective on such worlds.
Standing at one of the largest Crafted Undead the Giant is the size of large a knight titan. Towering over most forces on the battlefield. Near unstoppable by the standards of such under developed worlds. It is a slow lumbering thing, but is near unstoppable once it is moving. Extremely difficult to harm without greater weaponry. Possessing the physical power to overwhelm and crush most resistance with ease.
The name is somewhat misleading. It suggests that there is one prime body crafted from the ground up. That is only partially true in nature. The reality is much more grotesque in form.
The zombie giant is in fact a conjoined mass. Hundreds of human bodies fused together to create a larger vaguely humanoid shape. Many thrashing twitching bodies connected to do so. Held together with much steel webbing wrapped around its frame and limbs. Even forming a gruesome sort of crown on top of the torso. It's limbs end in fingers made of corpses. New that moan and scream while trying to grab you with their own limbs. Their forms twisted and fused to each other. As well as crafted up and over the grating. The dead tissue and bone helping to hold it all together. It's feet massive and elephantine in shape with bone like bottoms.
They have few sorcerous effects. Still it is highly dangerous. Runes engraved in the metal to increase durability. Screams causing great pain in all who hear it. Having it's weight reduced to let it move that much faster.
The sightings of these creatures is always an ill omen. It means a cult had gained enough power to produce more vile workings. Or that one has managed to survive long enough to gather the material to make it. Likey both at the same time. With them now looking to expand their power by force. Or worse the preparations to set the stage for an outside invasion.
@Alucard Vampiry
Warning: Unauthorized reading of this document will be punished with immediate execution.
Time: 1:29 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
The Zombie Giant: The dragons touch has unfortunately spread to many worlds. Forge worlds tempted into heresy by the offer of knowledge and technology. Agri worlds through slow corruption of the local government. Fortress worlds brought down by sabotage and heresy. Hive worlds through uncontrolled spreading of corruption through their depths. Shrine worlds brought down by heavily armed invasions. Many have fallen through their blasphemous methods and tools.
Still not every cult had access to these. Where the dark gods reach has extended beyond its usual area to project force. This is an especially common occurrence on feudal worlds. Planets that are on the low end of the technological scale. Still confined to using weapons such as crossbows and such. Here cults must resort to more basic and brute force methods. Sadly these methods have proven to be rather effective on such worlds.
Standing at one of the largest Crafted Undead the Giant is the size of large a knight titan. Towering over most forces on the battlefield. Near unstoppable by the standards of such under developed worlds. It is a slow lumbering thing, but is near unstoppable once it is moving. Extremely difficult to harm without greater weaponry. Possessing the physical power to overwhelm and crush most resistance with ease.
The name is somewhat misleading. It suggests that there is one prime body crafted from the ground up. That is only partially true in nature. The reality is much more grotesque in form.
The zombie giant is in fact a conjoined mass. Hundreds of human bodies fused together to create a larger vaguely humanoid shape. Many thrashing twitching bodies connected to do so. Held together with much steel webbing wrapped around its frame and limbs. Even forming a gruesome sort of crown on top of the torso. It's limbs end in fingers made of corpses. New that moan and scream while trying to grab you with their own limbs. Their forms twisted and fused to each other. As well as crafted up and over the grating. The dead tissue and bone helping to hold it all together. It's feet massive and elephantine in shape with bone like bottoms.
They have few sorcerous effects. Still it is highly dangerous. Runes engraved in the metal to increase durability. Screams causing great pain in all who hear it. Having it's weight reduced to let it move that much faster.
The sightings of these creatures is always an ill omen. It means a cult had gained enough power to produce more vile workings. Or that one has managed to survive long enough to gather the material to make it. Likey both at the same time. With them now looking to expand their power by force. Or worse the preparations to set the stage for an outside invasion.
@Alucard Vampiry
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Interlude - The Phoenix King
- Location
- Castlevania
Bel-Hathor didn't know how to feel about the current situation on the World so many races called home.
When Asuryan himself had called him to his shrine, he went there faster than it would be possible for an Asur, especially for one as old as him. One perk of being the Phoenix King is that his body could age many millennia and he would still like he was still young. When he reached the temple, he found something he never thought he would see.
The dark and grim priesthood of the Emperor Heavens was smiling.
Bel-Hathor used his magic to see if this was an illusion, because of course it had to be, after all Asur know those who are part of the priesthood of Asuryan for their cynical moods, but to his surprise it wasn't an illusion. He had to be called by one priest to snap him out of his shock, much to his embarrassment. And then he entered the shrine.
He had come here once in a past that now seemed so distant, and bathed in the blue flames of Asuryan, he remembered a flash of hot pain, like his soul, body and mind were being incinerated by a force far greater than him. Then he felt a peace and power he had never felt in all of his life. The Bel-Hathor that rose from those flames differed from the Bel-Hathor that had lived as a mage of the White Tower.
Stepping into the bowels of the shrine, the first thing he saw was the flame, and the second thing he saw were the thousands of Asurs that were kneeling before it. He knew who these were. The Anointed of Asuryan had once been the proud Phoenix Guard who willingly choose to become minor vessels for the power of Asuryan.
But he stopped looking at them and instead looked directly at the flame. He could feel HIS like a great shadow in his mind and soul. He did not have to wait for long as from the flames appeared the visage of golden armored warrior. Asuryan Emperor of The Heavens and Leader of The Cadai has manifested upon the mortal world. Immediately he went on his knees, bowing to the ruler of all gods that the Asur worshipped.
"Arise my chosen," The voice of the Emperor of The Heavens was warm, yet it still continued enough power to reduce entire armies to ash with only a word. It took everything in him to follow his order and not continue kneeling.
"My Emperor, I answer your call," Bel-Hathor humbly said.
"You ask yourself why I have you called here, do you not?"
"Yes... I do, My Emperor" Bel-Hathor carefully answered, after all could you really blame him? This is the first time in centuries that Asuryan had manifested himself in the mortal realm, which meant that something monumental was about to happen.
"Before I answer your question, I must first reveal to you the truth about our world, the truth known only by the gods and select mortals. But you have a choice. You can walk away and never know what this secret is, or stay and bear witness to the truth"
Bel-Hathor hesitated. From HIS tone, whatever truth this was, it was something monumental not meant to be heard by mortals and reserved only for the gods. Bel-Hathor's eyes went towards the kneeling Anointed. Did they know this secret? Did the entire priesthood of Asuryan know? He had so many questions. After all, he was once a mage of the White Tower. Collecting knowledge was just one of their many duties, even if it was forbidden.
Which is why he steeled his resolve and said. "My Emperor, I shall bear witness"
He would never forget the look Asuryan gave him.
"Very well. Bear witness to the t̶̘̱͖͖͔̙̆̑͝r̶̫̱̖̭̫͂͌ͅù̷̡͓̠̹̳͈̐̏̀t̵͖̗̤̙̽h̷̛̼̝̱̙̬̒͐̌̓"
When Asuryan spoke, he saw.
A world locked in a perpetual cycle, where thousands died daily thanks to many circumstances, where the forces that could have made an alliance against the forces that destroyed them could not, would not, thanks to their own actions. That world is the world that he lived.
The countless different loops were each more horrifying than the last ones, but no matter how much he wanted to look away, Bel-Hathor would not. He had to see this, all of this. And so he did.
His gods devoured one by one by the Prince of Excess, as creatures that were once Asur laughed at their suffering.
His home sunk beneath the waves as the Vortex exploded, taking all of Ulthuan with it.
Ulthuan burning thanks to the efforts of a Blonde haired human that bore a silver blade that even as a simple vision he could feel its taint.
But the worst was only coming.
He saw Finubar, bearing the symbol and power of the Phoenix King like he hoped he would, dying under the hands of Avatar of Khaine, ending the line of the Phoenix Kings.
He saw Tyrion, drawing Widowmaker in his despair, allowing Khaine to possess his body and spread murder across the entire world as his Avatar.
He saw Teclis, desperately trying to prevent the collapse of the Vortex, but failing and having his soul destroyed alongside Ulthuan when the Vortex exploded, only his staff remained and it soon fell to the bottom of the ocean.
He saw many heroes from a dozen different races. An Emperor wielding a holy hammer, falling in battle against the greatest of the Everchosen. A white-haired dwarf finally meeting his end, at the hands of a legion of Exalted Daemons. An ancient warrior that served masters long gone, once again fighting to the last, but this time he did not survive.
These and more he saw. The Arch Enemy consumed an Imperishable King fighting against endless hordes of daemons. A green knight leading the forces of his home who had been deceived by the goddess they once trusted and loved. Four great Undead Kings unite their forces to prevent the end of the world as the first cowers in her fortress, thinking that she will outlive the end of everything.
This and more did Bel-Hathor see. And then, like an illusion, the visions ended.
Bel-Hathor did not scream in rage or in despair, no he wept because now he knew the most dreadful of truths.
"Is there any way to stop this?"
"No. " The sheer finality in Asuryan's tone nearly sent Bel-Hathor to the depths of despair until the Emperor of the Heavens spoke once more. "At least not before"
Bel-Hathor looked at his god with confusion plainly on his face.
"Tell me my chosen, what was the event that happened in this cycle that did not happen to any other?"
Bel-Hathor frowned and thought. It wasn't the event of the birth of the twins. In some cycles, they were born so early that he met when they were all children. In some cycles, he wasn't even the Phoenix King! So what, what was the change?
His eyes widened as he realized what had changed. "The Father Dragons"
Asuryan nodded. "Indeed, no matter how many cycles pass, Draugnir would always die, and his death would be final no matter mine or other's efforts, he would not live or return... until now that is, even if a different name and forms, Draugnir has returned from the grave that he was fated to rest for eternity"
Bel-Hathor knew of the resurgence of the Father of Dragons. It had sent the dragons of Ulthuan into a frenzy. Before they calmed down and returned to their nests, it was even reported that the Dragon Spine Mountains had suffered an earthquake, like something was trying to get out but couldn't.
Given what, or rather, who, was slumbering deep beneath in the mountains, the ancient Dragon had not woke up. If he did, there would be a rather visible hole in the mountains.
It was rather surprising that the inhabitants of Caledor had not converted in mass to the new god - thanks to their oh so special relations with the dragon race - he guessed they were waiting for the god to arrive on Ulthuan, as he likely would, after all the dragons here were still his children. Not even telling of his oldest that still lived.
"So, the rebirth of the Father of Dragons has broken the cycle?"
Asuryan nodded. "Indeed, all the events that would have shaped the future have now been unraveled thanks to the extra element, so all actions now have meaning, which is why we must make a plan for the new future"
Bel-Hathor nodded. Right now, he felt more hope than he ever did in his entire life as he listened to Asuryan's plan for the future.
When Asuryan himself had called him to his shrine, he went there faster than it would be possible for an Asur, especially for one as old as him. One perk of being the Phoenix King is that his body could age many millennia and he would still like he was still young. When he reached the temple, he found something he never thought he would see.
The dark and grim priesthood of the Emperor Heavens was smiling.
Bel-Hathor used his magic to see if this was an illusion, because of course it had to be, after all Asur know those who are part of the priesthood of Asuryan for their cynical moods, but to his surprise it wasn't an illusion. He had to be called by one priest to snap him out of his shock, much to his embarrassment. And then he entered the shrine.
He had come here once in a past that now seemed so distant, and bathed in the blue flames of Asuryan, he remembered a flash of hot pain, like his soul, body and mind were being incinerated by a force far greater than him. Then he felt a peace and power he had never felt in all of his life. The Bel-Hathor that rose from those flames differed from the Bel-Hathor that had lived as a mage of the White Tower.
Stepping into the bowels of the shrine, the first thing he saw was the flame, and the second thing he saw were the thousands of Asurs that were kneeling before it. He knew who these were. The Anointed of Asuryan had once been the proud Phoenix Guard who willingly choose to become minor vessels for the power of Asuryan.
But he stopped looking at them and instead looked directly at the flame. He could feel HIS like a great shadow in his mind and soul. He did not have to wait for long as from the flames appeared the visage of golden armored warrior. Asuryan Emperor of The Heavens and Leader of The Cadai has manifested upon the mortal world. Immediately he went on his knees, bowing to the ruler of all gods that the Asur worshipped.
"Arise my chosen," The voice of the Emperor of The Heavens was warm, yet it still continued enough power to reduce entire armies to ash with only a word. It took everything in him to follow his order and not continue kneeling.
"My Emperor, I answer your call," Bel-Hathor humbly said.
"You ask yourself why I have you called here, do you not?"
"Yes... I do, My Emperor" Bel-Hathor carefully answered, after all could you really blame him? This is the first time in centuries that Asuryan had manifested himself in the mortal realm, which meant that something monumental was about to happen.
"Before I answer your question, I must first reveal to you the truth about our world, the truth known only by the gods and select mortals. But you have a choice. You can walk away and never know what this secret is, or stay and bear witness to the truth"
Bel-Hathor hesitated. From HIS tone, whatever truth this was, it was something monumental not meant to be heard by mortals and reserved only for the gods. Bel-Hathor's eyes went towards the kneeling Anointed. Did they know this secret? Did the entire priesthood of Asuryan know? He had so many questions. After all, he was once a mage of the White Tower. Collecting knowledge was just one of their many duties, even if it was forbidden.
Which is why he steeled his resolve and said. "My Emperor, I shall bear witness"
He would never forget the look Asuryan gave him.
"Very well. Bear witness to the t̶̘̱͖͖͔̙̆̑͝r̶̫̱̖̭̫͂͌ͅù̷̡͓̠̹̳͈̐̏̀t̵͖̗̤̙̽h̷̛̼̝̱̙̬̒͐̌̓"
When Asuryan spoke, he saw.
A world locked in a perpetual cycle, where thousands died daily thanks to many circumstances, where the forces that could have made an alliance against the forces that destroyed them could not, would not, thanks to their own actions. That world is the world that he lived.
The countless different loops were each more horrifying than the last ones, but no matter how much he wanted to look away, Bel-Hathor would not. He had to see this, all of this. And so he did.
His gods devoured one by one by the Prince of Excess, as creatures that were once Asur laughed at their suffering.
His home sunk beneath the waves as the Vortex exploded, taking all of Ulthuan with it.
Ulthuan burning thanks to the efforts of a Blonde haired human that bore a silver blade that even as a simple vision he could feel its taint.
But the worst was only coming.
He saw Finubar, bearing the symbol and power of the Phoenix King like he hoped he would, dying under the hands of Avatar of Khaine, ending the line of the Phoenix Kings.
He saw Tyrion, drawing Widowmaker in his despair, allowing Khaine to possess his body and spread murder across the entire world as his Avatar.
He saw Teclis, desperately trying to prevent the collapse of the Vortex, but failing and having his soul destroyed alongside Ulthuan when the Vortex exploded, only his staff remained and it soon fell to the bottom of the ocean.
He saw many heroes from a dozen different races. An Emperor wielding a holy hammer, falling in battle against the greatest of the Everchosen. A white-haired dwarf finally meeting his end, at the hands of a legion of Exalted Daemons. An ancient warrior that served masters long gone, once again fighting to the last, but this time he did not survive.
These and more he saw. The Arch Enemy consumed an Imperishable King fighting against endless hordes of daemons. A green knight leading the forces of his home who had been deceived by the goddess they once trusted and loved. Four great Undead Kings unite their forces to prevent the end of the world as the first cowers in her fortress, thinking that she will outlive the end of everything.
This and more did Bel-Hathor see. And then, like an illusion, the visions ended.
Bel-Hathor did not scream in rage or in despair, no he wept because now he knew the most dreadful of truths.
"Is there any way to stop this?"
"No. " The sheer finality in Asuryan's tone nearly sent Bel-Hathor to the depths of despair until the Emperor of the Heavens spoke once more. "At least not before"
Bel-Hathor looked at his god with confusion plainly on his face.
"Tell me my chosen, what was the event that happened in this cycle that did not happen to any other?"
Bel-Hathor frowned and thought. It wasn't the event of the birth of the twins. In some cycles, they were born so early that he met when they were all children. In some cycles, he wasn't even the Phoenix King! So what, what was the change?
His eyes widened as he realized what had changed. "The Father Dragons"
Asuryan nodded. "Indeed, no matter how many cycles pass, Draugnir would always die, and his death would be final no matter mine or other's efforts, he would not live or return... until now that is, even if a different name and forms, Draugnir has returned from the grave that he was fated to rest for eternity"
Bel-Hathor knew of the resurgence of the Father of Dragons. It had sent the dragons of Ulthuan into a frenzy. Before they calmed down and returned to their nests, it was even reported that the Dragon Spine Mountains had suffered an earthquake, like something was trying to get out but couldn't.
Given what, or rather, who, was slumbering deep beneath in the mountains, the ancient Dragon had not woke up. If he did, there would be a rather visible hole in the mountains.
It was rather surprising that the inhabitants of Caledor had not converted in mass to the new god - thanks to their oh so special relations with the dragon race - he guessed they were waiting for the god to arrive on Ulthuan, as he likely would, after all the dragons here were still his children. Not even telling of his oldest that still lived.
"So, the rebirth of the Father of Dragons has broken the cycle?"
Asuryan nodded. "Indeed, all the events that would have shaped the future have now been unraveled thanks to the extra element, so all actions now have meaning, which is why we must make a plan for the new future"
Bel-Hathor nodded. Right now, he felt more hope than he ever did in his entire life as he listened to Asuryan's plan for the future.
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Oh boy
- Location
- California
That's a ton of expectations on the New Guy.
Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
Understatement of the century in Warhammer.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Might need to visit ulthaun soon.
- Location
- California
I've been out of the loop a long time, but I think we should get those Dragon Nest set up. How we going to be Father of Dragons and leave the Kids without Rooms? What would Asuryan say about this neglect?
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
That's in the next plan.
- Location
- red oak tx
Hey Alucard the picture for our heraldry is not working for me is it still there or is it gone
- Location
- Castlevania
It doesn't work for me as well... and I don't remember where I got it...
Okay, when the quest returns to normal turns, I am going to give you the option to change your heraldry. I was already planning on doing it anyway for a more Draconic or vampiric symbol.
Lords of Darkness TTS - The Meeting of The Gods
- Location
- Castlevania
*Once more, the Gods of The Empire had their annual meeting, to voice the various complaints to their overstressed leader. All gods attended with the notable absence of Shallya and Myrmidia who were visiting their hubby*
Sigmar (Looking like he knows exactly what is going to happen) I officially declare the beginning of this meeting. (Sigh) If anyone has any type of complaint, then you can voice it to the council.
Handrich: Well, I wouldn't call it a complaint, but the Empire's economy has been rising mainly thanks to-
*As Handrich was about to explain why the Empire was no longer in the massive debt it was before, which actually aroused interest from everyone, mainly Sigmar, since that was a genuine problem that he hoped it would be fixed,*
Morr: YES I HAVE A COMPLAINT!
The Entire Pantheon Collective Thought: Oh myself, please don't let it be-
Morr: IT'S ABOUT THAT DAMM LEECH!
*All present gods let out a collective groan at Morr's so called 'complaint'*
Verena: Honey, please-
Morr: Verena, you are among the three most important people in all my life, but this must be done!
Ulric: Look Morr, I respect you and your tenants and frankly, hearing you whine and bitch about your son-in-law is still one of the more hilarious things I saw in all my life, but this is getting annoying.
Morr: *Looking absolutely furious* He is not my son-in-law!
Ranald: *Smirking* The fact that he shagged both of your daughters says the contrary.
Morr: Shut it, you fucking thief!
Ranald: I take that as a compliment.
Morr: *Looking like he is about to strangle Ranald* As I said, he is not my son-in-law, and even if he was — which again, he isn't — it doesn't change the fact that he is a massive threat. Just look at his undead army. It could destroy the Empire!
Taal: Exactly, so how you propose we fight him?
Morr: I-What
Taal: How do you want us to fight him? He has an utterly massive army, coupled with the Dragons, the superhuman Dragon Knights and Dragon Priests, thousands of experienced mages., and more. And that is not even getting on the fact that he has an avatar on the mortal world and allied with High Elf Pantheon and The Lizardmen, so how do you want us and the Empire to fight against him without getting annihilated?
Morr: I-Well
Taal: Unless you don't have a plan?
*Morr is silent, successfully cowed by the power of logic and common fucking sense displayed by Taal*
Mannan:... Wait when did Dracul gain an alliance with Elves, because I can kind of understand The Lizardman after he did his thing, but the Elves?
Taal: Two words: Dragons and Isha.
Mannan: Oh *Eyes widen* Ohhhh
Taal: Believe me, everyone thought the same thing.
(Meanwhile, in Dracul's Realm)
Shallya: Why do I feel like we are being talked about?
Myrmidia: Must be dad.
Shallya: *Sigh* I don't get it why he can't just accept our relationship with Dracul. We are not five hundred anymore!
Myrmidia: Sister asking the old man to change his ways is like trying to say to our husband to not steal anything related to knowledge. It's simply not going to happen.
Shallya: I know, I know at least we can try.
Myrmidia: Yeah, whatever. I am going to drag Dracul to bed now.
Shallya: *Perks up* Can I come as well?
Myrmidia: Of course, Isha is not here. I am going to need all the help I can get.
I regret nothing
Did this parody more on a whim don't know if I will continue it, so anyone is more than welcome to try their own hand at it, lively is always welcome, especially in a warhammer quest or story. Grimdarkness gets tiring after a while. Also, update is coming just have to finish the casualties.
- Location
- California
Myrmidia is a bit left field, and I'm opposed to an Isha-Dracul union but it's a fun piece nontheless.