Omake: The Life of Munstrum Ridcully, or why does a 60 million year old xeno race insist on worshipping me!?
Ever since the death of the Emperor the galaxy has been slowly falling apart. World by world, subsector by subsector the galaxy has fallen. To Chaos. To the Orks. To the C'tan. To the Tyranids. The forces of sanity slowly decay.
Far from the center of it all in a tiny Imperial Remnant a Seer came into his own. The Birth of Ynnead drew in countless seers as witnesses, the warp itself rippling with the birth of a new Eldar god. The cost to the Eldar was high, and all of their farseers would sacrifice themselves in the ritual. Ridcully would Witness Ynnead's birth and her fight with Slannesh - if the events of walking up to a Great god and cutting her open in one blow and then running away can be truly called a fight. Still, only a small number of the seers drawn to witness her birth would witness these events in full and survive with their minds and bodies intact. For Ridcully witnessing these events would have a price, for his sight was lost to the blaze of the ritual. But it would be a small one, for his Sight was forever improved by the experience. This was not a Step, but it was a step, for without it there was no hope of Munstrum Ridcully becoming the greatest mortal seer.
The Green Awakening. The greatest Seers in the Galaxy would gather to witness an event foreseen by the ripples it left before it even began. For the twin gods of the orks were not what they appeared. They were so very much more. Far more than even the greatest estimate by the witnesses. Power that exceeded the combined might of Chaos. Of those that came to bear witness many did not survive... but Ridcully did, and in doing so he solidified that which was Fact and wrote it into the warp. He is the Greatest Mortal Seer. And the warp responded and so he took this First Step. Thus was born a nascent god. He does not walk the Path for power or prestige, as many have done. He walks the path because it is who he is, and it is how he can fight against the fall of the galaxy
The Second Step was less terrifying than the first in its action, but just as terrifying in its result. For Ridcully managed to breach the implacable wards of the Deceiver - the very being that tricked Necrontyr into becoming the Necrons at the cost of their very souls. And discovered the C'tan was active, and plotting to turn the galaxy on itself once more.
The Third Step was different from those before. While the forces of Nurgle were distracted a desperate play was made to find Isha, buried deep in the Palace of Decay. Ridcully was among the seers sent to sneak through the defenses to find the path, and potentially to do more. Through soul-rending trials and with incredible skill and luck Ridcully reached Isha's door and found her scroll - and her blessing - waiting for him. The escape from the alerted palace was just as harrowing as the entrance, and now he was weighed down by the plagues that slowly began to work away at him. Still, the weary but triumphant Ridcully escaped the Palace and the warp. With the path to the door now known to him, and Isha's message to the Eldar.
The Fourth Step Ridcully uncovered an ancient secret, unknown to all but the greatest of Chaos. For the Emperor was anathema to chaos, but why was this so? The shocking answer was that during his birth the Emperor had absorbed a fragment of a C'tan. But not just any C'tan but the strongest of them all - the Void Dragon himself. This is a true secret, not even the Emperor himself seemed aware of his true nature as a fusion of man and C'tan.
But this was all the past. The history that went into forging who Munstrum Ridcully is today, and what he can do. For a short time ago Ridcully was sent with a team of some of the strongest heroes in the galaxy to take a shot at reaching Isha's door and freeing the trapped goddess while a ritual chaos has been planning since its birth comes to fruition. For Nurgle was distracted. By Tzeentch. By the orks and Gork and Mork. By the sacrifice of countless Eldar lives.
And, impossibly, they succeeded. The reached the door, they breached it and rescued the imprisoned Goddess - gaining two new members in the process. And then they fled, as Nurgle himself arrived to his palace in Rage. They would be forced to escape his grasp with a desperate jump straight onto Cadia, and fight their way through the Armies of Abaddon, the grand defenses of Cadia, and the pursuit of all Nurgle could offer. And they succeeded. And as impossible as Ridcully finds it. As much as he does not believe himself to be all that he is. It would never have been possible without him.
A great many stories were made during these events, and Ridcully witnessed them all at the same time he took part in this rescue.
Ridcully understands he is the greatest mortal seer, and he understands he is powerful and skilled beyond compare. But despite all of that he still cannot comprehend how it is that everyone agrees he belongs here. At the side of Heros of Gods. Ridcully asked the Eldar not to worship him. Unfortunately he did too much for his own good, and they refuse to listen to such nonsense. For Ridcully is part of the tale. He doesn't really know what to think about this anymore. Or about all the things his Power has brought him. All the things he has seen, great and small. Or what the future holds. It's rather hard to think about these things while being hugged by a sobbing goddess, after all.
@Durin
I suck as a writer, but I tried my best here.
