"It seems that we are all of a singular mind then. That wasn't so hard. I...we...appreciate you coming to the point so quickly. What details shall we now require?"
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There could be no more obvious answer than the Architect of Fate had indeed sent Davila to glory. To be present when the Tyrant's Cord was raised on high to the masses? When revolt and a cry for new leadership broke the backs of those fools who worshipped stagnation and perpetual decay? Davila laughs out loud as future images assail his mind. Whether he held it himself, or ascended at the side of one who did to guide and help direct the path of a new power, Davila knew that there was nothing more important than this! Looking at the Enticing One, Davila could feel the need for the Cord coming from Regulus as one can feel the approach of the inky darkness at sunset. The change in the Slaaneshian, the desire to acquire the artifact...Davila felt even more alive than when the demon took Erastil's will and shattered it into a thousand pieces. The distrubance in the psychic eddies that surrounded all at this conference filled Davila with a hunger to see this through. But first...what would Grath request of them for this information? Davila was tempted to try and strip the knowledge from his mind himself, but he knew already the other Astartes present would misinterpret his intent and surely attack. No better to wait until the offer was made before bringing a change to this man. Davila laughter subsides to a throaty chuckle. That would surely come soon enough. "So you offer what many would call a mighty gift. Perhaps I speak only for myself, but I presume you know that 'hostile parties' are the ones we Asartes most like to attend. And quite an assembly of the finest in the Vortex, unless I am again speaking only for myself." Davila leans forward, one hand on the table to help balance him. His voice is soft and slick, like the sound of a serpent's scales on fine sand. "You know we of all those in this place can find this...trinket...Let us dispense with the pretense of bargaining for now. You have whet the appetite for glory in these fine battle brothers. Best you give them their path before any reason to doubt your veracity enters these proceedings. You have your price. We would hear it, so that we can be about our godly business."
Davila's face shows interest as the man speaks. He registers the blank look on the rest of the Astartes faces. Oh, yes! This was definitely going to be fun.
As the portal closes with a crackling and the scream of tortured souls, Davila surveys the cave where he entered. It is on an asteroid not far from the planet of Q'sal, and he sees that the transport he chartered is waiting. A man with wide eyes stares at Davila from several feet away. "Are you my pilot?" The man nods mutely. "Then let us be on our way. No reason to keep our host waiting when his offer promises to be the right path." The shuttle ship quickly got on its way. The crew was very much motivated to make the flight quick and they did so. Davila took in the sights and smells of the mass of mortals who did their best to shrink from the sight of one bearing the armor of a Thousand Sons Legionnaire. Arriving at Palmere Grath's meeting, Davila accepted the offer to sit and proceeds to make the appearance of doing so, even if he places most his weight forward as if squatting over the small chair. Davila is pleased to see other Asartes. The wind of fortune was blowing.
As energy between the nine rods began to spit and flicker, Eristal, the High Priest of Glasun, looked on in horror. The members of his congregation screamed and writhed as Chaotic power flooded through them. Their bodies chnaged before the holy man's very eyes. Horrible amalgamations of creatures formed. Most grew the body parts of unholy animals and terrifying monsters. Some gained the pieces of dark and terrible machines. Eristal spun to face the hulking man in the incredibly blue armor encasing his form standing with his arms raised and a beautific smile. "Davila! What have you done!" Eristal screamed. "Only one was to be sacrificed to save the rest. Me! You promised they would be saved!!" Eristal's gaze was drawn back as he watched the former members of the church began to attack and eat one another like the horrible creations they now were. The one called Davila laughed. "Such a feeble mind you have, priest. How can you not see the beauty of their transformation? Their souls have gone on to serve a much higher purpose." Behind Davila the energies dark and beautiful began to rip a hole in the reality around. A vortex the size of a small building poured itself into the world right at Davila's feet. A face of inutterable evil looked back at Davila, one ringed with tentacles and mishapen bones with too many joints in its few limbs. "The choice has been made! The price is paid!" Davila yells in triumph. Still looking at the Chaos Spawns mewling and fighting amongst themeselves, Eristal screams, "It was supposed to be me! I was the sacrifice for their freedom!" A cruel and triumphant look of glee appears on Davila's features. "You fool! They are free. Free from life as dull slaves, free from foolish hopes and unattainable dreams." Davila revels in the glory of the moment. Then at almost a whisper. "And yes, my sweet Eristal, the sacrifice is you indeed." At this the terrifying and insanity inducing creature from the vortex steps forth moving as if gravity had no hold upon it. Seizing Eristal in its grasp, it brings the mortal to its face. Eristal screams and screams as the monster liquifies and penetrates the man's orifices until none of the monster remains. Eristal falls to his knees still screaming, but after a moment the screams turn to a horrible laughter while a crackling of psychic energy begins to dance around him and the souls of the spawns are sucked out of their misshapen husks into the body that once belonged to Eristal.
With a last wicked smile, Davila turns and steps into the vortex. Now onto Q'sal.
"Freedom? Yes...that would be quite new for the servants of that false god. Freedom from stagnation and ignorance. Freedom to evolve and learn. Yes, for the first time in their miserable lives, give them a choice. They will change. They always do." Davila laughs. "For the Emperor, indeed!" He throws his head back and his laugh takes on a maniacal sound. His white hair blows in a sudden wind and psychic lightning dances around him.
I will try to complete the small details and get my backstory up by Sat. Looking forward to the game.
I feel like going random. Pride: = Devotion: +5 WP, -5 S
Oops forgot Wounds:
Characteristics: WS =
WP rerolled = Damn, that was almost a perfect WS rolled. And I am definitely much pleased with my reroll. |