Omake: Greater Daemons of Dracul 18
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Time: 8:06 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.
Olena the Ancient Crone: Time. It is one of the most important things in the galaxy. One of the most precious of resources. One can never have enough time. In that same vein it seems to go by so fast. It is something even the forces of Chaos must respect to a degree. It is the force that can grind civilization to dust beneath its unrelenting wheels without any effort. It makes strong men grow old and frail. It steals away youth and brings down great works. It is no surprise that the Dragon would seek to take advantage of that.
A new greater daemon of Dracul had been sighted. The following is the information I have been able to gather on it. Once again there is no guarantee this information is the full extent of it or even fully accurate.
Olena is a strange creature to behold. For one it looks nothing like the usual daemon. In fact by most metrics it would seem completely harmless. Even worthy of receiving some aid. She takes the form of a small elderly woman. Her hair is as white as snow and falls back in a braid behind her head. Her face is heavily wrinkled with lines around a perpetually frowning mouth. Pale grey eyes gaze out from under wispy bangs. A slightly hooked nose sits in the middle of her face.
Her form is no more than five feet tall. Her limbs are frail and and lined with their wrinkles and pale veins. Boney hands clutch her umbrella that she carries around. Her form is shrouded in a fur coat with dark clumps on her feet. A wide brimmed hat sits on her head. Her appearance brings to mind an elder noblewoman.
Do not let her appearance fool you. This daemon is incredibly dangerous.
Olena is dangerous not because of her form, but because of her effect on the world. She is the embodiment of the passage of time. More specifically the onslaught of old age on the world. Her aura is what you need to fear. Though she is alarmingly durable despite her form. Stronger too judging by how she once tossed away a bloodthirster through a Hives wall with seeming ease.
Her aura induces age and decay for miles around her. Not the decay the plague father delights in, but simply coming apart or dissolving to dust. Metal rusts away rapidly and crumbles. Machinery breaks down and malfunctions as parts come undone. Men grow frail and old as they watch their own hands thin and weaken. Projectiles crumble or fizzle out as she goes. Tottering along as if out for a stroll. Not paying mind to the carved trench she creates as she goes. Or the boney remains of her victims.
Olena is summoned only when the Undead need to crack a fortress world fast. They prefer to keep things intact to make use of them.
It is to be noted she shows an extreme contempt to the forces of Nurgle.
@Alucard Vampiry