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5/8/2016 6:06:57 PM
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[i][u]"Then we must re-conquer the ship with haste. This... man of blood, is most likely some affiliate of Khorne, I must assume... such an incandescent transgression mustn't be allowed to persist. This ship is under our control, and it must remain it. We both know how far the powers of the warp can go, if left unchecked..."[/u][/i]
He still bore the "scars" from his engagement against their loyal brother, the one with the bale fire for eyes. His wicked, toothy grin, forever remaining on his twisted breathing apparatus, stared into The Summoner, his reptile-like tongue slipping through the teeth. The surge of power he had recieved from their face-off was more than noticeable.
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 5/8/2016 8:03:41 PM[b][i]"I think you misunderstand, brother... The red man IS the Bloodwrath given form... There is no taking this ship back from itself, it is alive and more sentient than anyone could have imagined. I've seen into it's mind, something I've never witnessed before." The Summoner pauses as if reliving the moment. "The Bloodwrath stares out from cold, dead eyes with frightful, inhuman intelligence - it processes information differently. It thinks with the logic of a machine, but is fueled by brutal, animalistic urges. It's alive and dead at the same time, and it takes up residence in both realms of the warp and normal reality. It's power is beyond our control, brother.. And for the first time ever, I'm at a loss." Admits the Summoner.[/i][/b]
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[i][u]"Then, it seems we are against the wall here. Finding another ship for our purposes is out of the question. If there is indeed no way to tame this vessel, like you've said, then it must be herded. By giving it what it wants, by feeding it's urges, we can command it to do our bidding, be it voluntarily or not. In other words, we point it in the direction we want it to go, and feed it so it will move there. Like a dog necessitating a treat to accomplish a trick."[/u][/i]
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[b][i]The Summoner starts to speak, but a shimmering red figure walks into the room. It walks up between the two of you. "Your conversation amuses me... Please continue." Says the red man. The Summoner crosses his huge arms across his chest in frustration. "What's the matter, Satrius? Thought you could influence me with your mind tricks? Thought I didn't know your birth name? Thought you had a chance at control... On MY ship?Allow me to illuminate you both" Says the red man chuckling loudly as he turns toward you with a big smile. The smile fades and his eyes begin to glow deep dark red. "You're in my realm now." [/i][/b]
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[i][u]"I couldn't care less whose realm this is, slave. We made it this way. Without us, you'd be nothing."[/u][/i] Noiratrom spoke calmly. He was in no way afraid of this... being. After all, he had lived long enough to know what powers ruled this universe, after all, he was the avatar of one.
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 5/12/2016 12:29:58 AM[b][i]The red man smiles. "Even gods will be sacrificed. Neither of you are exempt." Says the red man as he walks away. "Enjoy your stay..." He says as he vanishes with a crimson flash, laughter echoing in his absence.[/i][/b]
