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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 16:07:37 GMT -5
Originally posted by InquisitorTerigus
A Small Extension from ‘Rapidly, Things Change’<br>
“Who goes there?” the guardsman at the gate shouted out.
“Salos mannise sin rengo Terigus,” ( I come in the name of Terigus) Xeldar replied. She had no idea what she said, or even if she spoke the words in swordtongue correctly. All she knew was that whenever she came to this place, she merely had to say those words and she would be given what she wished.
“Right away,” The guardsman called back. The gates opened and Xeldar saw the massive school again. She walked through the doors.
“Yes Inquisitor, how can I help you?” a robed man asked in swordtongue.
“Salos mannise sin rengo Terigus,” she replied. The man stared at her, and extended his hand to a door at the left, Karl’s office. She walked through the door and she sat alone in Karl’s chair for a few moments. She examined the room, looking at the weapons, the books, and, the centerpiece of the room, the crest of the House Trajan, sculpted in copper, brass, silver, and steel. The crest was right above the mantle, opposite of the desk.
“Inquisitor, I am Swordmaster Devin, Master Psyker. How may I help you?” Devin said.
“I do not know yet,” she said “How good are you?” she asked
“Very,” he replied psychically.
“Very well. I need to send a message to Karl."
Devin nodded, “I am on a very strong link with young Karl. I am still teaching him. I swear your message to secrecy,” Devin said, waiting for a message.
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Captain-Inquisitor Karl Trajan Falkus, Ordo Malleus, Order Vampiris. Defender of Gavaria. Member of the House Trajan. Wielder of Thurlor the hammer of the House Trajan, Wielder of Sa'non the sword of Terigus. Headmaster of the School of War, Dantis Ten. General to the 197th Crusade of Black Templars.
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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 16:13:50 GMT -5
Originally posted by Logan
Xeldar sat down before Swordmaster Devin, though she was only partially there. Her body was here, but her spirit form was elsewhere. The ability had been difficult to learn, but it was immensely useful when one needed to be in two places at once.
"Let us begin!" Xeldar said, her icy voice clear and percise.
+++++Transmission begins+++++
"Young Karl, I have important information about both Logan and the Archangel. I will transmit some surveillance material now.”
Focusing the immense power of her mind, Xeldar formed the images of the data crystal before intercepting the astropathic link.
ShadowHawk's and Hathor Ishtar's guncutters were strapped to a hover platform, several metres from each other. Logan's wounds showed fresh dressings.
Hathor looked at these with a look of irritation upon her face. She had requested that the package would remain unharmed.
"He was already banged up when I obtained him, but I have seen to his wounds as best I could," ShadowHawk said, guessing what Hathor was thinking.
The Lord-Inquisitor nodded to the group of medics behind her. Swiftly making there way over to Logan, they assessed his situation. They gave her a nod in reply to her silent question.
Clicking her fingers, a woman with a briefcase came out of Hathor's guncutter. Walking up to ShadowHawk, the woman opened the briefcase to reveal the vast amount of money that the Third Echelon operative had accepted before leaving the organisation.
Hathor Ishtar grinned as Logan was taken aboard her vessel, her words where filled with glee.
"I have you now my child! I will seduce you, I will convert you to our cause. Moreover, you will surrender the location of your mother and the Archangel. You have no choice in this, for you are now my property!" The High Priestess of Slaanesh laughed, caressing Logan as he was pushed past her and into the guncutter.
“As you can see, young Karl, the vampire that stole Logan away was robbed of her prize. Now, I fear that Logan is in a danger far more perilous than ever before.
I will transmit to you something that no-one, other than Logan, myself and Terigus, has been privy to.”
Once again she redirected a message directly to Karl.
"There is an immense amd secretive coven dedicated to the fell powers of Slaanesh, with members throughout the Inquisition. To learn the following cost the life of my mole, so now only you, Logan and I know of the coven's existence. We must never speak of this, for the coven may be alerted. Its servants are multidinous and its guises multifarious. We must be ever vigilant.
A woman, the High Priestess of the Coven, stood akimbo, naked save for the devotional body paint that marked her devotion to Slaanesh.
She walked into the ceremonial chambers of the fell temple, millions of candles flickering. The room was filled with tapestries, each picture showing a different act of depravity. The images, woven into the tapestries by daemonic hands, moved in response to the Priestess's movements. Even the statues of naked women, men and hermaphrodites seemed animated.
at the centre of the chamber a was raised stone circular stage where a clotheless man stood, holding a tray containing six skulls.
Kissing each skull in turn, the priestess began chanting in the Dark Tongue, the languge of warp kind.
"Fa tu Khaos apo tu thra o Slaa i sumax leth ashyla L-neth Dhaos O Slaanesh Misstro O Slaan, Tzeen dhaos phaost dhaos-phaos id tu kha o Khaos id Tu-Khar o Slaanesh i sumax ashyla!"
As a gong was repeatedly struck, in slow drawn out pace, a skinned woman was carried out above the heads of the priests and priestesses. She was clearly intoxicated, but was still very much alive.
At the centre of the room was a six-pointed star, marked in blood. Nestled within each point was a figurine depicting Slaanesh in all its glory. Within the star, the flayed woman's skin was laid out like a mat. Her hair was still attached, and Adeptus Sororitas tatoos of devotion clearly visible upon it. The Battle Sister was lowered, and reunited with her skin.
The first stage of the ritual complete, each skull was adorned with a marking or rune of devotion before being placed at each point of the star. They stared at the dying Sister, seeming to leer even in death.
A number of the cultists began to draw another bloody circle around the star, chanting protective incantations. Once finished, the followers of the the Despoiler of Flesh withdrew to the edges of the room and began to engage in acts of carnal depravity. Their blissful, tortured screams echoed about the roof of the temple.
The High Priestess concentrated, channeling the power of the warp into the skulls. The empty eyesockets began to glow, and the skinless Sister was drenched with a vivid, pink light.
Spheres of psychadelic light began to dance around the woman, entering all orifices. Almost immediately, the sound of bones breaking could be heard, and even in her stupor the woman began to shriek in rapture. Muscle grew on her body, beauteous white flesh appearing from nowhere. A musky scent flowed into the temple.
Its arms tore down the middle to form two seprate arms one pair adorned with pincer lick claws while the other pair grew talons at the finger tips as its bull like head sports large goat like horns.
Standing to its feet the Keeper of Secrets looked at the High Priestess direct in the eyes acusingly as it spoke,
"I will feast apon your soul and shread your flesh" It started with a silky voice that would seduce the unwary, it went to step beyond the ring but found it self stopped but some unseen force.
Bellowing in frustration it lashed out at the containment wall that held it imprisened,
"Name your desire Mortal and you shall have it!" It spoke but this time more submissively.
"Secrets!" She Replied flatly.
The Keeper laughed at this predictable request, Ishtar thought carefully before asking.
"Tell me of the ArchAngel?"
The Beast ages now has will of its own but its true potential lays dorment untill blood of the Seer is consumed, only then will the Beast take flightapon the wings of destruction and bring the end to all creation both matirum and imatirium will cease to exsist!, Time will cease to be as the crossroads become no more so to will all realitys vanish with the universes!. The Keeper of Secrets replied its voice more akin to a warning than a answer.
"Tell me about the Seer?" She barked sternly, the Keeper sighed impatitently as it answered.
The Seer was he who's name that fortells of the moon devouring the sun as judgment of ice is brought to bare!. But many a year dead is he though his seed was passed on to the trator who denounced our mistress and died in the name of the god corpse only to be reborn far from our reach in the light of her false god, it is she who births the new Seer who's essance is one with the warp but!. The greater daemon noted boredly,
"Tell me more of this New Seer?" She demanded once more
FREE ME NOW! OR SUFFER A ETERNITY OF TORTURE THE LIKES YOU CAN ILL IMAGINE!" It boomed paceing back and forth init's confines.
"You will answer or I will bind you to a host to do my will, now answer me!" She threatened raising her tone of voice and will to daemon,
Very well mortal...but know you this!, the day will come when your soul is forfit and I will consume it!" it roared then more calmly began to answer.
The Seer is Bared the use of that with in, though one who gifts enable them to channel the warps power may tap into the Seer by touch of skin to skin and raise there level many a time fold!... a gammer would become a Alpha Pluse as you mortals would gaege it!"
The high priestess gasped as the Keeper continued to speek,
Through the Seer our Mistress shall become enfused with the beast of ages and be raised above Nurgle Tzeentch and Khorne, but only if the Seer can be seduced willingly to the will of our Mistress Slaanesh!."
"Where shall I find this Seer?" Ishtar asked deep in thought,
"That Mortal I can not answer for my Mistress summons me back!." the Keeper laughed as it was pulled back into the warp by some unssen force that dwarfed her own powers greatly, Ishtar watched as psychodelic light surrounded the Greater Daemon as it faded away.
The High Priestess stood there her brow creased in thought.
“As you now know the Logan is that Seer and we can not allow Slaanesh to become any morepowerfull than it all ready is, even if Logan has to be eliminated. This is a last option that I hope we never have to consider!”
”Now you know young Karl you must speek of this to no one save they find out for they have spies everywhere!”
“ "That is it for now, inform me of his respose when it comes!" Xeldar Sarr noted sternly.
Verus Amare Vinceres Omnis.
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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 16:14:56 GMT -5
Originally posted by InquisitorTerigus
Karl was in the middle of putting his armor back on. He was getting in full dress for when the rest of the members came to the point.
....Hello, young Karl.... he heard...
Karl ran to a transmitter.
"I am in a battle far more greater than the one you speak of. If I survive, I will answer your call. That is all that I can do for now." Karl wrote in swordtongue as he transmitted it back to his homeworld.
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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 16:17:42 GMT -5
Originally posted by Logan
Xeldar sighed. Karl had no idea what the Archangel was, and it was kinder to allow him to remain ignorant. She would not burden him with the knowledge that the Archangel would be able, in the wrong hands, to destroy the Universe as they knew it.
Several of the Zeta Cells had reported on the Amon Dull problem, but it was not Shadow Operation's concern. There were no Vampire orientated threats, so the organisation could do nothing.
+++++Very Well, young Karl. Contact me when you are ready!+++++
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