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Entry 4.1 : The Legend of Haarlock

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Entry 0 : Introduction

Entry 0.5 : The Story Thus Far

Entry 1 : Haarlock’s Dust and Ash

Entry 2.1 : Cowin’s Dust

Entry 2.2 : Blood of The Scion

Entry 2.3 : This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Entry 2.4 : Should Have Seen This Coming

Entry 3.1 : 1 Step Forward, 2 Steps Back

Entry 3.2 : Of Fire and Ice

Entry 4.1 : The Legend of Haarlock

Dear Diary

Oh diary, deliver me from this endless rut of boredom.
Battle after battle, with absolutely no break in between for any true exploration or * ahem * extra-curricular activities. For goodness sake I haven’t even gone shopping in… weeks? Months? I don’t even know anymore. I go through the motions well enough, I suppose, I mean, I still put on my make-up and hoist my tits up and neckline down, say nothing of my hemline. But who am I really preening for? Certainly not Ivy, I have her weak in the knees with the bat of an eyelash, never mind the fact that she works for me, so I could honestly have her even if the flesh wasn’t as willing as hers always is.
She is enjoying the gift that Slaanesh decided to bestow on me, so we do have that to keep things interesting. I had always thought that Ivy preferred the fairer sex exclusively, but apparently she’s quite a fan of certain parts of men, a very enthusiastic fan, at that.
I swear upon my father’s grave that if I don’t get some strange soon I’m truly worried my flower might wilt.
We actually bound a demon to a ship. Why, you may ask? Fuck if I know, honestly. Bragging rights? Are we more intimidating this way? Nobody’s really explained the ins and outs to me. Seems to me that this is the sort of thing that will colossally bite us on our collective asses eventually.
Faired well in the space battle we had, I suppose though. But to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered to pay much attention. To either the ship battle, or the battle we had on the asteroid. Sure, I shot a few space marines, but really. Shooting people and playing space cowboy is just plain not where I thought I’d be in this stage of my life.
I was built to sniff out suitors, seduce, and subsequently screw them. There certainly aren’t any prospects on the ship, believe me, I’ve been looking around. Nobody even comes close. I’ve even started to consider having Dr. Boyle just make a man. But that’s probably cheating.
So there you have it, dearest diary, I can’t even succeed at the modest task that is my charge. Oh Slaanesh, if you could just throw a planet of men at me? Or even an asteroid? I’d even take a moon at this point.

Letter to Tzeentch

Dear Chaos God Tzeentch,


I’m happy to report that we’ve made great strides in our Black Crusade lately. We met with some old friends, the Prophets of the Blighted Path. They welcomed us and we had a long talk about Chaos. We joined a compact with them to capture the soul of Korgin The World Reaver. They even gave us a ship and thirty space marines to help us in our fight!

We took the Wordbearers with us and made our way to Korgin’s base of operations, The Ragged Helix. After scanning through documents on one of Korgin’s captured ships, we were able find the location of his fortress!

I learned a lot about Chaos in this compact. I learned that Khorne followers will believe almost anything. Whether you are shooting at them while pretending to be one of their long lost ships, or just blaming it on the saboteurs on board, it doesn’t take much to get them to believe you.

I also learned that no matter how far into enemy territory you are, how alone you might be, you might still find a tavern where everybody knows your name.

I used to think that Space Marines were really strong and tough and that this made them superior in battle, but during this compact, I learned how short-sighted and shallow that was. I learned that the most important trait is resourcefulness and perseverance. With the right amount of strategy and cunning, humans can infiltrate a Space Marine fortress and take down a group of space marines, without suffering a single scratch, let alone getting beheaded or losing a small army of Wordbearers.

But at the end of the day, I learned that not everything can go your way. We tried binding one of your greater daemons to a bolter and the ritual blew up in our faces, but despite that, and maybe even because of that failed ritual, I find myself much more determined and full of unnatural willpower. There is always a silver lining to every grey cloud.

Your Faithful Cultist,

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Morics journal entries

Time has become a complete blur recently. The deeper we delve into the glories of chaos, the more I slip away, my body my mind, all of it, and the remnants of old are slowly being scourged away.

We have completed that gods forsaken campaign for haarlock. We have brought back a tortured and damned soul who will undoubtedly bring horrors and death to all he encounters, I feel the work of the great murder was aiding us in this quest.

My body has returned to a shell of what it once was, I am not shocked, the powers of the gods must never be question, for they are the panicle of power….I shall enjoy having that power for my own one day, and with it I will wear a form which befits a being of my power….

Koragan dared to assault our new trinket world, what a fool! We will bring his own fleet to bear against him!

We bound Zul in a ship, I cannot deign that he tried to exert his will over me, but my body is my own, and I will no longer offer service to something so weak, he deserves his fate.

We have captured Drang! But what more interesting is the pledges we received from my fellow brothers of blood, with them we shall cut a swath through this galaxy! Our offerings to Khorne will inspire awe and horror! Blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne….The galaxy shall know the will of my god, I shall insure it personally.

Getting Carried Away

Last time on Black Crusade Z!

Ralic and the K-Fighters (Kasserkratch) successfully gathered the ancient pieces the Haarlock Legacy and once they were gathered they summoned the great and mighty Karnack Zul to grant their wishes! The K-Fighters all grew immensely powerful from these wishes and was then transported back to their ship, the great and mighty Karnack Zul then split apart and spread out across the universe. Ralic and the group made their way back to their planet of Strum to begin their next exciting adventure only to find that Strum was under assault by the evil Lord Korgin’s forces. Obviously an act of retaliation from when the party had liberated Strum from the evil Lord Korgin to save them from his tyranny so they may live freely to serve under their clearly more superior overlords. The resulting 30 second space battle raged on for what seemed like three episodes until the mighty Kasserkratch crew defeated their enemies. After the battle the K-Fighters boarded one of the immobilized ships to take stock of their spoils. After dispatching the ship’s captain with Ralic’s Special Beam Psyker attack the rest of the crew submitted…to being slaughtered to the last man. Unable to decide how to precede with the 50,000 other crew members, Ralic began channeling their energies into some kind of Spirit Bo…Thingy Attack! (Not getting my ass sued by Akira Toriyama over this shit) Ralic needed time to power up this kind of energy and so the K-Fighters waited. 2 Seasons later the attack was ready! The crew summoned the great and mighty Karnack Zul on the ship and with the energy of 50,000 souls and the hatred of 1,000 burning suns; Ralic bound that asshole to the ship! With this task complete the K-Fighters turned their attention towards Drang, a nearby planet under the control of the evil Lord Korgin. Once arriving outside the planet its overlord challenged Son Moric to single combat. Thus began another Filler Arc in Black Crusade Z that Ralic did not pay much attention too, lesser plot lines really. At its conclusion Son Moric fought and defeated a seemingly powerful but unrelated to plot enemy and acquired a seemingly useful but unrelated to plot planet! But how will Ralic and the K-Fighters defeat the mighty evil Lord Korgin? And how will the great and mighty Karnack Zul adjust to his new arrangements? All these answers and more, next time on Black Crusade Z!

Dragonball Z

What a Great Haul

I’m not quite sure what I am doing here but these big giant guys with the helmets and these other people seem to be really nice. They act like they have known me for a long time and I feel like I belong with them so I think I’ll stay with them for a while. They took me to their ship and it’s HUGE! I’ve never seen anything so big! It’s kind of scary looking too. It looks like a flying city, but it’s made of flesh. They said it was a daemon ship. I swear sometimes when I’m walking through the halls, I see things move. The girl with all the metal tentacles is being super nice. She is showing me around to all the places and showed me her room. It’s a really big room with lots of flashy lights and buttons. She showed me some of the stuff she does and she seems really cool! She even showed me how to use the scanners. I hope one day I can be smart as her. She tells me we are going to a planet called Sturm. Apparently we own this planet. I like the idea of owning an entire planet.

When we arrived, there were four other ships shooting at our planet! They said that these ships belonged to some guy called Korgin, and that he was trying to take this planet from us. He seems like a mean guy, trying to steal something that’s rightfully ours! Our ship is much bigger these ships so we decide to fight them. Even though this ship is so huge, we somehow manage to sneak behind them. They tell me to use this scanner thing and it seemed pretty easy, the scanner told me about all the things on the ship and I told everyone else about all the things and before those other guys knew it, all their systems were broken! Well, for one of the ships at least. Before any of the other ships could even turn around, we blasted down another one. We totally destroyed one of the small ones as it tried to turn and shoot us. And then the last one ran away.

We boarded the biggest immobilized ship and spoke with the leader. The leader was another big helmet guy, but one of our big helmet guys shot some magic at the other one but it bounced off. Then the enemy big helmet guy charged to attack our big helmet guy, but the other one of our big helmet guys stopped him and smacked him down with his hammer. Afterwards, we decided to sacrifice all the people on this ship to the powers of chaos. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Then one of us decided they wanted to bind a daemon to this ship. This seemed like an even better idea! Then another of us said that we should bind Karnack Zul to the ship. For some reason, when they said Karnack Zul, It suddenly made my head hurt and I felt like I was getting a wicked bad tummy ache. It seems like this Zul guy is a really bad egg. I decide to help them bind him to the ship. We draw these symbols on the floor and then the souls of all the people burst out of their bodies in pillars of flaming rainbows and this big bird appeared. He did not seem happy about being bound to the ship and screamed as his feathery body melted into the ship. The ship is all blue now. I like blue. The people on the other ship were really scared of us after that and they immediately submitted to our will.

We decide to go to the planet next door and take it over. This planet is owned by Korgin so we are gonna get some payback for what he did to our planet. We talk with the leaders of this planet on the big screen in the room with all the buttons. They tell me that these guys are Corn Warriors. I don’t know why people would worship Corn, but they don’t seem very smart. They agreed to surrender the planet to us if they lost in a one on one duel but they didn’t demand anything from us if they won the duel. What do you expect from people who worship Corn? I flew with the small group and landed on a nearby moon to have the duel. I hid in the shuttle as I watched the two big helmet guys fight. It looked like they were dancing around each other for a long time until our big helmet guy hit the other one with his hammer and it ate him.

After they arranged to give us control of the planet, the other four Corn Warriors recognized our power and joined us! The blue big helmet guy says we could use more lapdogs to do our bidding. I think I agree with him. Since our daemon binding ritual did so well earlier, we decided to try again. This time, the drug guy wanted to put a daemon into a big gun. This time the ritual wasn’t as pretty but we made a big gun and put an ugly looking green thing into it and now the big gun is all shiny and has a lot of green smoke that comes out of it. It looks super dangerous.

Wow we did a lot of stuff! I think I’m going to take a nap.

The Legend of Haarlock

Why must it always be daemons? We cannot allow this battle to last long. The rest of the crew opens fire on the daemons as I cleave down two with a mighty slash. Warp echoes of my swinging blade further mangling their corpses. As I look up to find the next daemon to slay –

Fuck you possession dice…

As I expel the vile daemon from my body, we make quick work of the remaining daemons.

After dealing with the despicable creatures, Nostromo leads us further into this warping place. In the next area we across I see a horrific sight. It’s Nonesuch. He is accompanied by a woman and many guards. At his feet are several corpses. One of them I recognize as one of Ghast’s daemonhosts. The woman has a Greyskin Psalter. She must be navigating this labyrinth for him. I stay out of sight as the talkative one approaches the daemon. Nonesuch is feigning ignorance. He pretends to not know us. Azryael sees you daemon. The Angel of Death does not forget. The one that talks seems to be playing along with this ruse. I hope he is not foolish enough to believe it. The conversation is not going to our favor. We are feigning alliance and deciding on traveling together, but Nonesuch is insisting that we go first. He thinks me dead. He does not know that I am here. I could emerge from the shadows and strike him down. I could end this now. But in the back of my mind, I feel something; Psychic energy. Ralic is telekinetically pulling the Grey Psalter from their navigator. I realize his plan and sprint from my cover and prepare to sprint across the room. As Ralic grabs the Psalter, we make it out of this room, pulling Nostromo with us. Moric and Ralic cover our flank. Without the Psalter, Nonesuch and his entourage will be lost in the abyss forever. Finally, justice served.

In the next area, Nostromo stops and turns back towards the way we came. However, the door now opens to a different area, a huge pit gaping below and a bridge spanning the chasm. The second of Ghast’s daemonhosts awaits us here. It charges us and releases a wind of psychic energy. Most of us avoid it unscathed and in a hail of gunfire, the crew fells the daemonhost. With nowhere left to go, the only way forward, we jump down.

After falling for what seemed to be an eternity we appear at the bottom of the chasm, the stars of the Calixis Sector in the sky above us. Before us is the widow with her goblet outstretched. We feed a vial of the scion’s blood to the widow and she tells us the Legacy of Haarlock, the Black Tesseract. Two centuries of daemonic and tech study produced this artifact that shows the past and possible futures.

We follow a shadow into the black tesseract and emerge in a rundown city. There are protestors rallying against Haarlock, who has clearly become a tyrant ruler of these parts. We call out to these protestors but they do not hear us. We have no grasp in this dimension. The shadow heads to a strange glass door. We have nowhere to go but to follow.

We emerge in a familiar place, the House of Dust and Ash. But something is wrong. Aleph is not with us. In the auction hall we see warped figures awaiting an item to be sold. One of which has black feathery wings. The winged creature turns to look at us. I am not surprised that I see my own face. The face I used to have. Despite only being reborn in this body a short while, I have difficulty recognizing the face I had. I feel so foreign. Have I changed so much? The auctioneer invites us to sit down. Warily, we sit down next to our warped counterparts. We watch the auctioning pedestal to our surprise as a cage is brought forth. Inside the cage was Aleph. The warped strangers begin bidding for her in vows to the dark lord. Fortunately one new member from our crew that I don’t quite recognize outbids the rest with a total of five vows. Surely this bid will come back to haunt him later. However, I am glad that Aleph was saved. Despite my distaste towards the humans, I have grown quite fond of this techpriest. Aleph is released from her cage and the warped strangers faded into nothingness. Another glass door lay ahead of us.

Upon entering this one, we arrived in another familiar place; formerly pristine white walls crumbling down in the tides of battle. This was our pleanet of Sturm. In the sky we could see the Kasserkratch surrounded by imperial ships. This sight is unbearable. We must press on. Another glass door appears before us.

This time, we do not recognize this place. A woman and child are sitting at a dinner table. At head of the Table is Haarlock. Haarlock welcomes us to dine with him. I sit next to the daughter of Haarlock. Digging out the golden pieces from the gilded widow, I return them to their rightful owner. The child plays with the golden pieces. This innocent girl does not know what her fate holds. The moment I think this thought, the room disappears and I know what we will see next. The scene plays in slow motion, in silent horror. An assassin plunges her blades into Haarlock’s wife and child. Suddenly an echoing shriek pierces the silence, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.

The scene fades and a final door materializes before us. This time, when we step through, it feels more real. We have returned to our own reality. A tribal man appears in front of us. He tells us that we are on Dusk, and that the seer of his village has seen our return and the return of Haarlock. We follow him to see the old hag.

The hag tells us that Ghast has been here and that it is our decision whether to release Haarlock into this reality again. As the black star begins to eclipse the moon, we rush back to the glass door. We see Ghast setting up binding wards. Since we cannot allow him to take Haarlock, our snipers make quick work of him. Ralic hurries to hold the binding. We negotiate with Haarlock and he agrees to help us in our Black Crusade as long as we help him take the Calixis Sector. We release Haarlock and go our separate ways for now.

On Dusk, we are far away from the Kasserkratch. We summon Karnack Zul to complete our compact and receive aid to return to the Kasserkratch. He approaches each of us to give us our promised rewards. After speaking to everyone else, he approaches me.

“I see much has happened since our last encounter.” he says with a slight smirk on his beaked face. “do you have any second thoughts on your reward?”

I sigh in frustration, my mind worn from multiple possessions and stressful events. “If you have something better to offer, I’ll certainly take it.”

A familiar twisted smile forms on Zul’s face. “Why yes, I certainly do!”

A familiar feeling pierces my soul as the warp surrounds me

“Hi, Im Raziel… wait who are all you people?”

Of Fire and Ice

It’s dark here, this foreign place. It didn’t very long for me to realize what had happened, where I was. The demon had bested me and I was being held in the Eldar Soulstone. Although Boylethought well to preserve my soul here, this Eldar that I am sharing this space with is not keen on having a visitor desecrating his home. While this place is foreign to me, this Eldar is wearing me down. In her native habitat, she was able to assault me while I was put in a defensive stance. The more she wore me down, the more I lost my connection to the outside. For a short while, I was even cut off, hearing nothing but the black void of the Soulstone. But soon I regained my footing and avoid the spirit that shared this space. They took me to Q’sal; the prominent psyker planet of my studies. They would conduct a ritual to resurrect me. My soul grew restless. I was never good at waiting. I could hear the voices of the outside. They were bartering souls, the price of my revival. But this human, this peasant, he is not a heretic. Why do they even allow him to speak? He does not understand the ways here. His foolish self-righteousness compels him against using souls as currency. How is this fool, this insect, allowed to deny The Archangel of Death from dispensing the destruction that is due? I called out to Tzeentch in a frustrated rage.


I stopped and turned slowly to behold his warping, shifting, twisted face; the face that had become my own. “This cannot stand. I belong out there, sowing the seeds of chaos.” I subtly issued a plea for assistance.

His voice echoed within my very soul. “As an instrument of my master plan and great design, you will be put again to work in due time.”

My senses of the outside were waning. I could feel my contact to the outside slipping. I could not be trapped in this stone forever. I turn away from Tzeentch in petty frustration. “This soul aches to be in its body. The deftness of flight, the force of the sword, this warrior of Tzeentch cannot stay this way.” I sighed in frustration. “Can’t you just put me back in my body or something?”

Behind me, I could feel a twisted smile curl all around his warping face. “Or something?”

I felt The Warp surge through my soul

Az rez

I emerged in a ring of Multi-colored fire, Psychic energy crackling around my body. Something felt wrong. My back felt heavier, yet lighter at the same time. I turned to see that the black feathered wings I had grown accustomed to carrying me across the land were no longer there. I put a hand to my helmeted face and it was still. It seemed Tzeentch would take back his gifts as payment for my revival. My comrades greeted me as if nothing was out of the ordinary. This world felt strange. Things felt slightly… off. “Or something indeed…”

We all went our separate ways, taking care of our own tasks and needs. The others went to barter for more supplies. I took advantage of this psyker planet to do some research. The Librarium there was huge. There were books for everything I needed. I received a few odd looks as psykers stared at me and whispered to each other as I passed by. My body was still crackling with psychic lightning from the resurrection ritual. Instead of wearing off, the psychic energy around me seemed to crackle stronger over time. I avoided the psykers’ gaze and continued about my research. While reading a particularly musty tome in a dark, secluded corner, I felt the psychic presence of something behind me as something slithered into the corner of my peripheral vision. I turned from my book and grabbed the creature by the neck. I recognized this. This creature was snakelike, its mouth was a gaping hole filled with teeth. It appeared to be the arm of a Flamer of Tzeentch, yet as I my eyes followed this daemonic limb, I realized that where I expected to see the rest of a Flamer of Tzeentch, I only saw myself. This limb was coming out from behind my shoulder, the base of the limb appeared ethereal as it protruded from my power armor. Slowly, a twisted smile formed on its toothy face and I felt the same smile form on my own. “Or something indeed…”

After taking care of our personal tasks, we decided to head to Mara to once again meet with the widow and finish our business with her. While approaching Mara, we decided to leave the Kasserkratch away from orbit and continue using a smaller ship we acquired ion Q’sal in an effort to be less conspicuous. While approaching the planet, we witnessed a battle between a ghostly imperial grand cruiser and several other ships. We avoided contact and headed straight for the planet.

On the surface, our ranged snipers made quick work of the perimeter guards and we made our way into the communications building. Behind the door, there was a corpse. It seemed fresh, but as we all entered the room, it decayed and putrefied before us. Time does not operate normally here. We had to press on. We couldn’t stay here longer than we had to. We headed deeper into the building. Within, we found Nostromo, the Haarlock’s Navigator. He offered to help us find our way down to our destination. He required the Grey Book and the Mysterious Compass. We would not be able to navigate this strange building without him, so we took his offer.

As we travelled deeper, we started hearing strange sounds and voices. I could feel a threatening psychic presence around us. As the others inquired about it, Nostromo simply laughed and continued onward. Something is not right with this man.

We finally reached a huge cavern filled with strange archeotech. Aleph spent some time examining it and learning from its mysteries. Nostromo seemed keen to leave this place so we followed him further into the cavern. The floor was covered in frozen bodies and blood. This terrain would be hard to cross I felt a psychic presence over my shoulder. A familiar toothy smile appeared next to me. I gave a curt nod and the creature extended and began clearing the area with glorious colorful flames. With the bodies turned to ash and the ice melted, we crossed the cavern. However to my dismay, we were met by a strange creature. As we approached it, it opened its mouth wide and shadowy daemonic figures poured out of it. Daemons… It must always be daemons…

1 Step Forward, 2 Steps Back

Well the auction was a little more eventful than I had originally foresaw. As I had planned, the fat man allowed me to purchase the amulet for him, and I was able to purchase other items of interest. And just as I had observed, that Widow was the source of my problems with my divinations. The journal full of secretes was also snatched away from me by that very wealthy women with guards, but once the intent of the Widow was made clear and the fighting had broken out it was nothing more than a small task to find her and take the journal from her. Unfortunately I was forced to reveal some of the contents of the journal to the doctor of that large group I had seen during the auction, he seemed like the one pulling the strings amongst that group. Luckily we found and defeated the woman, retrieved the journal, and broke her mind. This woman will be a very good puppet in the future. We took her back to the Widow to check to see if she was the Scion that we were searching for, the results were less than satisfying.

The doctor’s party had all come and rejoined with each other back at the widow, the Tzeentch warrior returned with the Khorne warrior, probably best the lesser beings have a keeper to keep them out of trouble, though it seems as if that was not the case. The Khorne warrior looked as if he was bested by something, from the taint on his person I could tell that he had been in contact with a Tzeentch daemon so I was not too surprised, the fool probably tried to fight it head on. The different humans were all gathered and discussion how to proceed before the Widow announced the revival of its children. The fallen Inquisitor in the room began a ritual as soon as the creatures were upon us and the Khorne warrior, the human doctor, and the Tzeentch warrior were both holding back the creatures with flamers and grenades as I assisted the Inquisitor. Despite him controlling daemon hosts the foolish human should be wary when beckoning daemons, his kind cannot control them as best as the chosen servants of the Chaos gods. Our first attempt at the ritual failed despite my best efforts to aid in this human’s makeshift ritual with the sacrifice of a lowly guard, only so much their kind can do. During the second attempt the Khorne warrior fell to the horde of creatures that had broken through the sealed gates, the god of skulls was never that picky when it came to his followers. The Tzeentch warrior took off in flight and continued to use his flamer to beat back the creatures, I feel as if his lack of sorcery is something of an insult to our lord, despite his results. During the fighting the doctor and the other humans escaped through vents to pursue other leads on the Scion, better they leave now to preserve their life, broken puppets can only serve so many purposes. Before the creatures reached my position the ritual was a success and from the glorious eruption of multicolored flame came the Flamers of Tzeentch. With their aid we quickly annihilated what was remaining of the creatures before they had a chance to retreat. Soon after the fight the Tzeentch warrior flew off in some direction without saying anything, acting so quickly and rashly will get him killed some day.

The Inquisitor took his leave soon after the Flamers dissipated back into the Warp, leaving me alone with the unconscious Khorne warrior and the fat man from the auction. I remember the humans leaving to head towards the library during the fight. I thought that perhaps if I caught up with them they might have learned something about the Scion. I looked down upon the Khorne warrior and thought it better to leave him lying there; best to keep his kind out of the affairs of superior minds, but his usefulness to his group was becoming apparent to me. The Tzeentch warrior seems to love rushing off and making quick decisions, while I refuse to engage in the front lines, the humans could use a shield to hide behind when violence threatens them. I used what influence I had over the fat man to take the rest of his guards from him, despite seeing the usefulness in his kind there is no reason to dirty my hands carrying trash around these halls, better leave that to the puppets I can easily control.

Slowly I made my way through twisting hallways, following the sounds of the Tzeentch warrior yelling out loud. I was confused as to who he was yelling at, with each corner I took I couldn’t see any signs of fighting or combat. Regardless he was making it easy to follow him through the maze of hallways. After some time I found myself in a large open room with bodies lying in the middle. At first I assumed I had found the group that the Tzeentch warrior had been yelling at, but looking at their bodies I saw their brains had been consumed, something else was lurking around these halls. I grabbed a plasma pistol off one of the bodies, despite my hate for that kind of fighting it’s best to be ready for anything. The guards carrying the warrior were disgusted by the sight, but I paid them no mind. The Khorne warrior appeared to have a vox on his person upon closer inspection, best to not leave their kind with important tools. With his vox in my possession I was able to radio ahead to the Khorne warrior’s party and find their location, I began moving towards it immediately.

Once reaching the library I saw the humans leaving with the Tzeentch warrior holding a body over his shoulder. He tried to take off and begin flying again but the human doctor called him down, I was right to identify him as the leader. Once I approached them I told the doctor that I had brought their warrior back to them, I had the humans drop him in front of the doctor, lesser creature really. The doctor began to work on the warrior and I convinced the Tzeentch warrior to hand over the body of the Rogue Trader to me and the puppets under my employ, I felt better having the body in the hands of those that couldn’t disobey. Once altogether the group slowly made its way back to the widow. Along the way we ran into a human the group identified as Nonesuch, normally I wouldn’t pay him any mind but there was something much darker about this human. The captain of the guard that was now following the group seemed particularly disturbed by his presence. Nonesuch followed our group back to the Widow, once there we drained the Rouge Trader of all his blood into the goblet causing a daemon trapped within the Widow to be freed. She flew up through the roof and called back to us gathered below to go to a planet called Mara. The Tzeentch warrior then flew off after the daemon, nobody seemed to try and stop him as he chased after her. He soon gave up and began flying in another direction, I wonder if Tzeentch has a greater plan for him or not.

Soon after the daemon and the Tzeentch warrior flew out of sight, the party continued to the crypt in search of anything of value. Along the way the guard captain kept pestering Nonesuch about something, he seemed to catch Nonesuch’s interest but not mine. Better if they kill each other over a petty squabble than slow me down. Before long we reached the crypt and discovered the Tzeentch warrior awaiting our arrival, perhaps his powers of divination are stronger than I have been giving him credit for. We make our way down into the crypt that contained the creatures that had attacked us earlier, the further we went the more tense the air around us was getting. Once at the bottom we found some containment tubes that held the creatures, once having some fun with the minds of one or two of the creatures I turned back to see Nonesuch approaching the guard captain. I sat back to see if a fight would break out between the two, but even then the air around Nonesuch grew darker, he wasn’t an ordinary human. The guard captain seemed to be talking his way out of the fight, an impressive feat for his kind when faced with something greater than them. Before his effort could yield a reward the Tzeentch warrior jumped behind Nonesuch and slashed him across his back. The Tzeentch warrior was taken by surprise when his force weapon had no effect on Nonesuch, I suppose I overestimated his powers of divination. After recovering from the poorly planned sneak attack Nonesuch didn’t seem to have been effected by the attack, instead he seemed to have been forced to reveal his true nature. The horrifying sight took the entire party by surprise and in the opening that created Nonesuch turned his staff on the Tzeentch warrior. In a flash he was gone, only ash remained from where he once stood. I suppose that is what happens when one resorts to the tactics of lesser beings. In the ensuing fight I could feel that my powers would have no effect on this being, forcing me to use the plasma pistol I had scavenged earlier, fortunately the concentrated effort of the group was enough to defeat this foul creature. After the fight the doctor began collecting the ashes of the fallen Tzeentch warrior, no doubt he has plans for them. Afterwards he approached me with an invitation to his group. I think that this party will help further my goals in the long run.

Of Dust and Death

The Widow has spoken and the bloodbath has ended. We are running out of time. The rumbling… they are coming… the xenos… Azryael sees you… The Archangel of Death is waiting for you… the raging Khorne bull fights alongside me. He draws his flamer from its holster. I find mine is slowly escaping its own bindings and slithering into my waiting hand. Such a strange pair… such opposites, yet so similar… They come – BURNBURNBURNBURNBURNBURN GODIEINAFIRE THE ANGEL OF DEATH WILL LEAVE NONE ALIVE YOUR EYELESS FACES WILL CRY THE FLAMES OF YOUR DESTRUCTION FOR I WILL PURGE YOU IN HOLY FIRE!

The dead xenos lie in burned ash. This distraction consumes even more of our time. The painting. I know it’s a clue. The clue. Take it out and look, yes look. Books, the librarium. The face, the hunter. Azryael sees you… The Archangel of Death is coming for you… Scion, the Widow seeks your blood. Oh but the bull lies limp on the floor, Azryael sees you… The Archangel of Death sees you are not dying. I have preserved your life thus far. The Nurgle man can handle you now. The Scion cannot be allowed to escape.

Hurry… hurryhurryhurry flyflyflyfwhatisthis? The Nonesuch man and the Lecherous one are talking. Whatshappening? Havoc, panic insanity, whatishedoing? Brains. He is eating his brains. DAEMONYOUMUSTBEDESTROYED – no… now is not the time for death. He must not know that I know. Azryael sees you… The Archangel of Death is will wait for the right time to strike-hurry flyflyflyflythescionmustnotescape. The Scion! That human is slowy making his way to the Scion. Too slow tooslowtooslowtooslowtooslow hurryhurryhurry flyflyflyflyfly. Your leg is wounded Scion, there is nowhere to run. We will take you back to the Widow and fill her grail so she may drink and be satisfied – THE DAEMON! THE BRAINLESS ONE! WHY ARE WE HERE!?? This guard… why must he prod? This impudent fool! How can one be so foolish?

Finally, back to the Widow. You will bleed Scion, bleed until she is satisfied. Azryael sees you… The Archangel of Death knows the She will not be sated until the life leaves your eyes. Her thirst is quenched and now she flies. Whereto? I must know hurryhurryhurry flyflyflyflyf – where she goes I cannot follow now… she speaks that she will await us on Mara… for now, we must leave.

N̻̰̯̓́O̤̺͉͚̞͎͛ ͑̄ͥͮ


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