Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
- Thread starter HeroCooky
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- Mature Sci-Fi
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Kil'drabi Pilgrim
[X] Mislead
[X] Mislead
- Location
- Hollister
[X] The Kil'drabi Pilgrim
[X] Mislead
[X] Mislead
- Location
- ?????????
[X] The Kil'drabi Pilgrim
[X] Mislead
[X] Mislead
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614.M42 - An Eye Smirked
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
'Lord Tzeentch, aid me,' the pilgrim thought as he abruptly turned to the left onto another path to lose the duo.
}HEY!{ And promptly tripped over something on the floor, stumbling to the ground face-first in such utter surprise that they failed to catch themselves. }Is everyone here-wait{ "Is this one okay?" The voice from the thing behind the pilgrim said, the rustling of cloth and moving of limbs coming at the exact moment as the pilgrim realized that their nose hurt like they broke it.
"My nome!" They spat, their eyes widening in slight surprise as bright pink blood dripped down from it instead of the red that should have gushed from any wound they could have suffered. Fuck, did something in the ritual go wron-
"Is this one okay?" The voice said once again, and the pilgrim was forced to look up as they stood up, hastily hiding their bleeding nose with a piece of cloth. Before them stood...a Kil'drabi, if they remembered the name rightly. Those nomads had never been part of their calculations, and the population was too small to bother with corrupting, as growing distrust and xenophobia would not be a factor in the plan. "How many fingers does this one see?" They spoke again, an arm unfolding from their maw to display its appendages.
"Go away," the pilgrim said instead, walking past the Kil'drabi with sure steps and ever closer to simply trying to kill their way through to the tomb, leaving the bewildered xenos behind.
They Who Preach Of The Dawn looked after the rude human with some trepidation. One instinct within their body demanded that the wound inflicted be cleansed and healed at once, while another, more conscious part whispered back its trained instincts to let the unwilling leave. One could not be The Healer Of The Flesh if another refused to be One Whose Essence Is Rewoven.
"Excuse me," another voice said behind them, and They Who Preach Of The Dawn looked, seeing a small human child and a Yeeni emerge from the bend in the path. "Have you seen a tall human walk by here? We tried to catch up to give them back the knife they dropped, but they didn't stop," the Yeeni said, and They Who Preach Of The Dawn nodded.
"The Injured Rude One has gone this way, seeking to deny themselves treatment in favor of seeing..." they paused, looking at the path the human had taken, "the...sanitation stations?"
Arrus looked into the small mirror she had owned since she was a child, sitting atop one of the public toilets with its lid down as she tried to breathe evenly.
A lilac iris atop a green one stared back, the left side of her face still blessed by the signs of the Miracle of the Saint.
Despite being blessed by the Saint, despite having the unclean part of herself erased and removed by the same and in feathery divine intervention...the Warp did not seem to take kindly to her being ripped out of its grasp.
She had hoped that the splitting of her iris into two, with the pupil splitting in turn, had been nothing but her thoughts and nervousness.
She had prayed that it was nothing but imagination...yet she had taken precautions to ensure nobody had seen it. She remembered the days on her old "home" all too well when she had walked with a face marred by chitin and bone. She had hoped that this place, if there ever could be a place, would be the answer to reverting, or at least halting, the change.
It was not.
The door to the restroom opened, and some other pilgrim stormed in, angry and cursing, and an old instinct made her hold her breath, despite how silly it wa-
The stench of blood hit her. Lights flashed, and words were spoken that made her bones crawl within her writhing blood vessels.
A minute passed as she did not dare to breathe, the steps of someone leaving the restroom locking her every muscle up. Another minute passed before she dared to stand up, trembling hands moving the door to her stall to allow her to peek through and into the small hallway with sinks and more mirrors.
A face slowly dissolved within the sink, dark runes etched into the mirror...and an eye smirked at her in glee as it dissolved.
Disclose:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] The Lament
[] The Child
[] The Spirit
[] The Squid
AN: The Nervous Mutant will Disclose.
}HEY!{ And promptly tripped over something on the floor, stumbling to the ground face-first in such utter surprise that they failed to catch themselves. }Is everyone here-wait{ "Is this one okay?" The voice from the thing behind the pilgrim said, the rustling of cloth and moving of limbs coming at the exact moment as the pilgrim realized that their nose hurt like they broke it.
"My nome!" They spat, their eyes widening in slight surprise as bright pink blood dripped down from it instead of the red that should have gushed from any wound they could have suffered. Fuck, did something in the ritual go wron-
"Is this one okay?" The voice said once again, and the pilgrim was forced to look up as they stood up, hastily hiding their bleeding nose with a piece of cloth. Before them stood...a Kil'drabi, if they remembered the name rightly. Those nomads had never been part of their calculations, and the population was too small to bother with corrupting, as growing distrust and xenophobia would not be a factor in the plan. "How many fingers does this one see?" They spoke again, an arm unfolding from their maw to display its appendages.
"Go away," the pilgrim said instead, walking past the Kil'drabi with sure steps and ever closer to simply trying to kill their way through to the tomb, leaving the bewildered xenos behind.
They Who Preach Of The Dawn looked after the rude human with some trepidation. One instinct within their body demanded that the wound inflicted be cleansed and healed at once, while another, more conscious part whispered back its trained instincts to let the unwilling leave. One could not be The Healer Of The Flesh if another refused to be One Whose Essence Is Rewoven.
"Excuse me," another voice said behind them, and They Who Preach Of The Dawn looked, seeing a small human child and a Yeeni emerge from the bend in the path. "Have you seen a tall human walk by here? We tried to catch up to give them back the knife they dropped, but they didn't stop," the Yeeni said, and They Who Preach Of The Dawn nodded.
"The Injured Rude One has gone this way, seeking to deny themselves treatment in favor of seeing..." they paused, looking at the path the human had taken, "the...sanitation stations?"
Arrus looked into the small mirror she had owned since she was a child, sitting atop one of the public toilets with its lid down as she tried to breathe evenly.
A lilac iris atop a green one stared back, the left side of her face still blessed by the signs of the Miracle of the Saint.
Despite being blessed by the Saint, despite having the unclean part of herself erased and removed by the same and in feathery divine intervention...the Warp did not seem to take kindly to her being ripped out of its grasp.
She had hoped that the splitting of her iris into two, with the pupil splitting in turn, had been nothing but her thoughts and nervousness.
She had prayed that it was nothing but imagination...yet she had taken precautions to ensure nobody had seen it. She remembered the days on her old "home" all too well when she had walked with a face marred by chitin and bone. She had hoped that this place, if there ever could be a place, would be the answer to reverting, or at least halting, the change.
It was not.
The door to the restroom opened, and some other pilgrim stormed in, angry and cursing, and an old instinct made her hold her breath, despite how silly it wa-
The stench of blood hit her. Lights flashed, and words were spoken that made her bones crawl within her writhing blood vessels.
A minute passed as she did not dare to breathe, the steps of someone leaving the restroom locking her every muscle up. Another minute passed before she dared to stand up, trembling hands moving the door to her stall to allow her to peek through and into the small hallway with sinks and more mirrors.
A face slowly dissolved within the sink, dark runes etched into the mirror...and an eye smirked at her in glee as it dissolved.
Disclose:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] The Lament
[] The Child
[] The Spirit
[] The Squid
AN: The Nervous Mutant will Disclose.
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
Everyone is doing gosh darn cliff hangers this week!
…………wat?
- Location
- ?????????
Bruh what the hell is going on?
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Huh?
What just happened?
What just happened?
[] The Lament
Lamenters never let us down before
Lamenters never let us down before
- Location
- Warsaw
I think she just saw the daemons real face. That and it seems pleased to see her. Probably thinks she can be used as a pawn.
The only issue is who does she go to?
The only issue is who does she go to?
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
Couldn't be me, I am doing them daily!
TLDR is that Lord Snizzle tripped over a Kil'drabi looking at a pretty flower, realized that, somehow, their disguise was failing, rushed away from the path to the tomb, didn't notice the woman in a stall having an existential crisis because she got another Mutation from somewhere, applied a fresh coat of their disguise, and left said woman to see the result of it: runes, melting face, and an Eye of Tzeentch (OC Daemon, Do Not Steal) vanishing after getting summoned to invoke the power needed to quick-swap the disguise.
Said Eye of Tzeentch is also giddy that a Plan is currently getting wrecked. Just. As. Planned. 🦑
My interpretation is who this is disclosed to.
[] The Lament
Space Marine.
[] The Child
The kid, possibly an avatar of the Star Child. Or just a normal kid.
[] The Spirit
A protective spirit of the island?
[] The Squid
No idea. Do we know any aliens that look like squids. Maybe it's a tech priest with mechadendrites?
In the basic sense we should get a space marine involved, but this is the kind of realm where guns aren't the best solution, it's a spiritual threat and that would make a mess. A spirit would be able to contest that but it would also be a conflict. The child is most likely to trick/invert the ritual to the best end, but it's risky. Then the squid seems like a wildcard. I have no idea.
[] The Lament
Space Marine.
[] The Child
The kid, possibly an avatar of the Star Child. Or just a normal kid.
[] The Spirit
A protective spirit of the island?
[] The Squid
No idea. Do we know any aliens that look like squids. Maybe it's a tech priest with mechadendrites?
In the basic sense we should get a space marine involved, but this is the kind of realm where guns aren't the best solution, it's a spiritual threat and that would make a mess. A spirit would be able to contest that but it would also be a conflict. The child is most likely to trick/invert the ritual to the best end, but it's risky. Then the squid seems like a wildcard. I have no idea.
Of course it is the local chaos undivided has/had Tzeench as its weakest part, it dying is a benefit in the great game.
Not to mention that starchild has Tzeench as probably the least direct anathema compared to other chaos gods. So starchild while dangerous, will weaken the other gods more (if we somehow mange to get Asuriani to like us, Starchild may even help kill Slaneash).
I think... I want to home alone this shit, Plan aneurysm is still in play, going to vote for the Child.
- Location
- Poland
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So... she goes with the information to:
- Lamenters, for a bolter to the cultists face.
- The Unaccompanied Child and (probably) the merry trio, for some wacky hijinks.
- Probably some psyker or maybe spirits of the Tomb itself? Probably for quickly wearing down those powerful wards the interloper has.
- ... Who? Tzeentch? Will she confront the cultist? Do some spooky dark magic? Mysterious squid is mysterious.
- Lamenters, for a bolter to the cultists face.
- The Unaccompanied Child and (probably) the merry trio, for some wacky hijinks.
- Probably some psyker or maybe spirits of the Tomb itself? Probably for quickly wearing down those powerful wards the interloper has.
- ... Who? Tzeentch? Will she confront the cultist? Do some spooky dark magic? Mysterious squid is mysterious.
[X] The Child