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Edited by Robot745:
9/4/2016 1:32:18 AM
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[i]The Chill of Night[/i]
[i]Shadows danced across the bulkhead as three massive shapes stood behind the wall of fire. The unfortunate psyker trapped in a corner by the ring of fire was an imperial sanctioned adept. He had defected himself in fear.[/i]
"Please lord!...I do not know where he ran off to!"
[i]The man shrieked and cried as he knew the sorcerer wouldn't hesitate to kill him.[/i]
[i]A calm, albeit vox distorted, voice answered back[/i]
"I see past your feeble defenses Dubek, I know you know his location."
[i]The fire inched closer and Dubek shrieked louder.[/i]
"HE RAN TO THE LIVING HOLD, HES IN THE HIVE PLEASE!"
[i]The fire licked Dubek's feet and then ceased. The sorcerer stepped through the smoke and grabbed Dubek by the throat. He lifted the man close to his helmet whispering.[/i]
"Lie to me again slave, and I will harm you in more ways then you can dream off."
[i]He reached out with his other hand, grabbing Dubek's, and broke 3 of his fingers. Dubek howled as the Thousand Son dropped him.
Motioning to his two Rubicae he set off down the dark hallway with them in tow. The minor hive city within the ship's bowls was home to many things Nebamun wished to avoid, but his other slave had stollen his grimoire amongst others. Nebamun flexed his left hand, his tendons still stiff since that fateful day on Prospero ten thousand years ago. It did not hinder his abilities whatsoever, but was a constant reminder of failure, hate, betrayal, and most of all...hubris.
Hours later the bulked opened and the three Astartes moved into the under hive. Nebamun ignored the stunned look of the newer filth that lived here, they would learn in time. He moved into the central plaza, shielding his mind with the greatest of wards while also searching for his wayward slave's psychic trail.[/i]
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Edited by Xeno: 9/4/2016 2:00:46 AMDomicious didn't have to worry about Daemons. He was a Grey Knight, the blood that ran through his genetically superior veins was that of The Emperor. But did it matter? Did it matter that he was so close to a false god? A false god? Was that what The Emperor was? Or perhaps a powerful man who's corpse was misunderstood. These childish thoughts ran through the Grey Knight's head every day.... Every day for as long as he could remember... Childish. He was avoiding the main topic. Daemons. Yes, Warp-Spawn. Being a Grey Knight granted him an absence of care for mental corruption. Heh, look at him. The writer. The tailor of Domicious' fate. A child. Well, not exactly. Young adult was more appropriate. Besides the point.... Is it? Is it really? Or perhaps is a grand showing of his skill to a ghost? Such metaphors and he's still doing it. He can't help himself. He refused.... Back to Domicious. Domicious used his Psyker abilities for assault more than manipulation. He didn't have to worry about other Psykers with malice in mind, as you already know, his mind is not only shielded by his Crusader Helm but also the very DNA that makes him. He was observing the Thousand Son, body language, what he did when he spoke, and more things alike. He followed them, his presence masked. He already mentioned that.... I'm making a fool of myself. No, you promised you'd never refer to yourself. Yes, sorry. But even then I'm a fool because of how I'm making this up as I go along.... Isn't that life? Domicious continued to observe, his armor's color complementing the shadows cloaking him. He waited. For something not boring. Interest.
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[i]Nebamun slid through the crowd effortlessly, the two Rubicae trained their bolt guns forward. The smarter residents parted before an Astartes, the less intelligent were battered aside by the stocks of the Rubicae bolt guns. He sensed his other slave in a warehouse nearby, the presence of fear permeating Nebamun as he read the slave's thoughts. Human's were always afraid of him. As he reached the warehouse door he paused and looked behind him, he could sense many presences in the great ocean, some more dangerous then others as crowds watched him. He would proceed more carefully. Nebamun placed both hands on the great brass doors, closed his eyes, and rose in his enumerations. Power surged through him and effortlessly he pushed the doors inward, despite the maglocks. Dozens of frightened and filthy humans began to scatter and Nebamun roared.[/i] "SONTARES, I HAVE COME FOR WHAT IS MINE." [i]The Rubicae stalked in, scanning the warehouse, there was only one way in and out and Nebamun projected a powerful kine shield on the open gateway, Sontares would not escape. Sensing his servant in the rightmost side of the building he willed the Rubicae to find the wayward slave. They would return shortly with his quarry.[/i]
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The Grey Knight was in the bar, resting his back against a wall. His arms crossed and his entire body was covered in shadow. The only thing that escaped the void were two red lenses of his Crusader Helm. Shielded from minds but no from the fearful eyes of the humans nor the Astartes. When the Space Marine screamed for his slave, Domicious knew what was going on. Slavery.... Why now would he care? He knew. It was the burden of having a mind that couldn't be entered. Nothing can get out. Especially the n- No. Stop. Now. They mustn't know. Domicious waited for the Thousand Son to make his move.
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Edited by Robot745: 9/4/2016 3:47:40 AM[i]Nebamun heard screams and looked up to his Rubicae dragging Sontares forward, without his Grimoire. Sontares was whimpering softly as he slumped under the grip of the two Rubicae, Nebamun crouched down and grabbed his face looking into his eyes.[/i] "What have you done with it?" [i]Nebamun calmly asked, at the same time with a thought, the Rubicae went back to guard mode, leaving Sontares struggling in Nebamun's grip.[/i] "I-I-I sol-" [i]He was cut short as Nebamun rose up and hurled him into a wall. He knew the throw broke a rib or two, but no major damage was done.[/i] "Why Sontares? You and Dubek were treated fairly, I fed you, clothed you, protected you, and you betray me by stealing that which I hold most precious." [i]Nebamun walked towards Sontares, raising a hand. This motion caused Sontares to rise in the air.[/i] "Answer me" "I was contacted by a servant of the imperium, h-h-he said if I delivered it I would be saf- UHACH" [i]Nebamun closed his fist and began to choke Sontares, he was seething with fury. This mortal betrayed him out of respect for the corpse empire.[/i] "You should have feared my wrath more Sontares, they would have killed you for being a heretic after they captured me. You are a fool and deserve a fools fate." [i]Nebamun flicked his wrist and broke Sontares' neck, letting him fall.[/i]
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Domicious stepped forward. Like every other choice in his life, it made it increase in volume. In weight. The burden. At the back of his head.... Domicious drew his Relic Blade, the blade glowing an eerie green and humming lowly like the C'tan Phase Sword it was combined with. He let the tip of the blade scrap the floor, as he stopped 3 feet in front of the three. He wore jet black Aegis Armor, along with his left arm signifying his Deathwatch Champion status. Strangely he bore no Purity Seals. The red embers trying to escape his helm's lenses stared at the Traitor Astartes. "Hm, this should be amusing."
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[i]Nebamun turned at the presence of another in the currents around him. The Astartes stood before him, the Aquilla upon his chest. This was what Nebamun wished to avoid.[/i] "Leave now Grey Knight, there are no daemons here nor do I plan to bring any. Though...your armor suggests confusion amongst your thoughts, I have never seen a Knight take the black of a watchmen." [i]The Rubicae's eyes began to glow and their eldritch bolt guns snapped up and aimed at the Grey Knight. Nebamun made no action to draw his blade.[/i] "You are outmatched here, I care not where you go but I suggest putting that away, you would not be the first Grey Knight I've slain in the ten thousand years I've seen." [i]Finally Nebamun's helmet lenses began to glow green and he rose a few inches above the ground. [/i] "My lord has taught me much in our long lifetimes, Ahriman's will cannot be stopped so easily."
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It started as a buzz, barely noticeable. Like a fly hovering a few inches from your ear. Then it got louder. Not noticeably louder, but it definitely increased in volume. This went on for a time..... "wwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A black mass suddenly bursted through the wall adjacent to the Grey Knight. It was going so face it was a blur almost. It rammed into the Grey Knight, slamming out onto the other side of the building. The Cockney screaming soon silenced, as a few humans were now reduced to mush.
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Edited by Robot745: 9/4/2016 4:33:55 AM[i]Nebamun floated towards the hole, Rubicae in tow. He pressed his mind outwards searching for the thing which assaulted the knight. Whatever it was chose to ignore him, and he took advantage of this fact. Settling back down to the decking, he walked over to Sontares and gripped his skull. Chanting he began to drain all of Sontares' memories in an effort to find his grimoire.[/i]
