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6/1/2016 3:24:47 AM
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Avoiding it was too late. He had arrived upon the final chamber.
It was... beyond description. The room's proportions were unreal and impossible. It felt like it went for Infinity, yet Feryun felt claustrophobic. Before him stretched a throne, a gigantic throne for a gigantic being.
Sitting on a throne of books, bleached bones, rusty metal and marble pillars was Noiratrom. He... he was massive. He was twenty-five feet tall, his arms and legs were as wide as a chaos marine. He emanated a power so pure, yet in his appearance, he was extremely serene. No marks of decay, of twisted intent, of sexual impulse or of unfiltered rage. He was... calm. Chilling, almost, as he sent a chill down the sorcerer's spine. Basically, he wasn't that fuсked up, for someone so powerful with the warp. There was a certain beauty to his calm, to his majesty, to his simplicity. His troops knew a similar aspect. Their armour resembled more pre-heresy armour than chaotic warp spawns. Sure, a few of them were trapped in such curses. But their appearance seemed rather appeased instead of chaotic. His throne was about twenty feet in height, like a pyramid of power, next to it stood his mighty Dark Sentinel, fifty feet tall being of Daemonic twist. The room didn't belong to Nurgle, the god of plague. It didn't belong to Tzeentch, the god of Change. It didn't belong to Slaanesh, the god of sex. It didn't belong to Khorne, god of blood.
It belonged to Noiratrom. God of Unity.
Or, at least, such was his rightful title.
[b][i][u]"Why have you come before me, Feryun?"[/u][/i][/b]
He asks. Although he stood very far away from him, his voice was as clear as if it came directly from Feryun's head.
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Feryun of course merely stared, his pearl white eyes piercing from the darkness from his Helm. He was almost the complete opposite. His figure was rather more chaotic, it leaving a feeling of mixed emotions yet Sadness was the most prominent. His Royal blue Armor was rather crackling with Chaotic blue lightning. Clearly this guy had a fetish for the color blue. [spoiler]Ha.[/spoiler] He noted the sentinel and the space marines. "I must inform you of something..but it must be where we cannot be bothered, preferably somewhere large..and empty. Though I can provide that myself if needed."
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[b][i][u]"This place will do. I am in control of this room, sorcerer. If you came here to day something, then say it."[/u][/i][/b] Noiratrom's Ceramic white armour was molding, adjusting to his changes. His armour was growing and evolving, going from sickly and plagued to clean, pristine. He wore an interesting piece of equipment... it had been enlarged by his warp powers and altered to match the white armour he wore. But it remained nonetheless the Helm of Alpharius. His eyes pierced through the darkness of the helmet, each eye was like a miniature eye of terror, encompassing entire solar systems, planets, worlds, loving beings. Gates to the Warp.
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He stared at the helmet, he had to do this. "You have committed a [b]Sin[/b]. A sin I saw personally, The murder of a Primarch." He summoned his personal blade, [b][i]Kineron.[/i][/b]. It was a Pristine Fluorescent Blue, it clearly channeled the power of something not of Psyker Energy. "Tzeentch allowed me to see the Sin you commited. Now I am offering an option. I can allow Retribution but you must give up this nonsense. Chaos is purposely divided, If you were to unite it then it shall cease to be Chaos. You would effectively destroy the Warp and the Psykers." Said Feryun. "You have no business in attempting to unite it." Said the Chaos Lord coldly.
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He chuckles underneath the helm. [b][i][u]"Your understanding of the warp is amusing to witness. Chaos is, in its nature, a duality. It is its own Antithesis. Nurgle. The god of Death... and life. Slaanesh. The god of pain... and joy. Khorne. The god of conquest... and order. Tzeentch... the god of change. Chaos has changed, Feryun. Chaos has a different meaning now. Chaos has become organized. It isn't what it used to be... that is why I am becoming a god. I am uniting all the powers that be under a single being. The God of Chaos... and Unity."[/u][/i][/b] He stands from his throne. [b][i][u]"I did not kill my brother Alpharius. I convinced him to join my side. And he isn't the first one. Lorgar. Abbadon. The soul of Konrad Curze. Perturabo. They have all joined with me on my quest to see our dream come true. A progressive order of chaos. It could do so much... if the gods weren't wasting their time competing. You must understand that too."[/u][/i][/b]
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"You clearly didn't hear me well enough, [b]Noitrom[/b]. Chaos is the opposite of unity..no matter how you twist and bend it. Your little crusade shall be fruitless. While you have obtained a good amount of power you are still a mere insect to the Chaos Gods themselves. No being that is mortal shall trascend to godhood. You of course are mortal and can therefore perish. All the Chaos Gods shall not be united forever. One shall rebel and the others will follow. It being a ever repeating cycle of Chaos. You must realize this. I wish not for fighting and death myself but it seems like I have no other choice, for they have spoken to me." He held his Blade up, knowing that he has a good chance of perishing himself.
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Edited by Shadlezz: 6/1/2016 11:49:32 AM[spoiler]*Noiratrom[/spoiler] He laughs [b][i][u]"Who said I had any intention of keeping the gods alive?"[/u][/i][/b] He keeps his arms crossed. [b][i][u]"My next target is Slaanesh itself. You can join me in my quest... I am offering you a chance. A sparing chance."[/u][/i][/b]
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Feryun stared coldly for what seemed to be millenia. "You know what? I honestly want to see where this goes, even if it is untimely Deaths at a pissy Chaos God."
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[b][i][u]"So? What will it be?"[/u][/i][/b]
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Feryun nodded rather slowly. Though in his mind was something else entirely. He completely betrayed his Lord and Master Tzeentch and he didn't even hesitate. He was at utter shock at what he did but his curiosity got the better of him.
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[b][i][u]"Then you swear your allegiance to the God of Chaos?"[/u][/i][/b] He stared the Sorcerer down. Only a moment ago, he was about to die for his god. And now, he was switching sides. Not something unseen when it comes to a slave of Tzeentch, which made Noiratrom be wary still of his true intentions.
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[spoiler] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Sx8CJBr1nd0 Feryun could have just done this and gotten killed already. [/spoiler] "Over Exaggerating are we? Just stick to..God of Unity or something. But other than that yes I shall serve you." Said Feryun. While he wasn't fond of the whole idea because in reality he knew that any Chaos God could just smite them down right now and get on with their lives. But still, if he were to go out this would be the way he assumed.
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[spoiler]I know what that is, I played MGR lol[/spoiler] [b][i][u]"very well then. And if you are wondering why we haven't been smitten yet by the chaos gods, it is quite simple. They cannot. Not in this place. You remember the wall you had to cross? It works the same for them. This is my realm. Although it is little... it will grow."[/u][/i][/b]
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He envisioned that poor orgasmic daemonette, tore up in a million pieces. "Well speaking of that. Theres a daemonette a few meters down the hallway that got tore into a million pieces..It's a very messy site. But I commend you for garnering a realm of your own." Feryun had a slight burning pain as the mark of Tzeentch burned away at his flesh, as if a clean person attempting to get away from the sick.
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[b][i][u]"Come. I will rid you of your mark of Tzeentch. I will instead brand you with a new mark..."[/u][/i][/b]
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"Hm. While this mark is indeed a bother I do want to keep it, As a memento of the past. It's a strange thing I know but I assume since I'm under your command I must rid of it."
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[b][i][u]"If you wish to keep it, so be it. But I must give you this new mark. It will link you to me."[/u][/i][/b] Noiratrom raised his hand, and suddenly Feryun feels a searing feeling onto his skin, right in the palm of his hand. Upon looking, he sees the new mark of chaos. He immediately feels a surge of power within himself.
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Feryun unlatched his gauntlet to reveal the rather Paleish skin. Though it retained some of his skin color. "Hm. I must say this is rather interesting." He looked at the mark for a few seconds, then finally placing his gauntlet back on. Though while he felt a surge of power he was rather..disappointed in himself. He did not show it under the helm though, for it obscured all but his eyes.
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[b][i][u]"Something wrong, Sorcerer?"[/u][/i][/b]
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"More things than a simple person can handle. I sincerely regret too many things indeed."
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[b][i][u]"you feel regret?"[/u][/i][/b]
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"Perhaps it is just...something else entirely. I cannot explain it well. Maybe it is the fact that everything I stood for shall be blown away, or perhaps the fact that I easily betrayed a god. It remains a mystery."
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[b][i][u]"I hope you will overcome that regret soon enough."[/u][/i][/b]
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"It's not strange honestly, in the end I am just a Terran being boosted by psychic powers. It's even allowed me to live nearly 200 years. Though that is nothing.
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[b][i][u]"I see. So you are still young."[/u][/i][/b]
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"Such a disaster it is. I would theoretically be dead if not for the aforementioned psychic powers. But alas we should not dwell on such matters. I apologize for bothering you with such petty matters."
