Shloo
24-06-2005, 20:26
::Planetary System near to Shloo::
The sword raised again, bright red now, over it's master's head. When the blade fell again, it was over. The battle had been little challenge, but that was expected. Nothing could equal the power given by the Gods of Chaos in times of battle. These heretical beasts had been standing upon soil chosen by Khorne for his Followers, and the Black Lord of Shloo could not deny Khorne his wish. He had ordered his greatest warriors, led by a man blessed by Nurgle with Daemonhood, Accior, to walk upon the sacred planet, cleanse it of heretics, and take it back in the name of Chaos. So far, things were going well.
“Miiroch, order the pillars built. We will burn the heretics tonight and Khorne shall feast on tainted blood,” Accior ordered one of his underlings.
He turned to the valley below him and saw the scars that the battle had left upon the surface of the world, and could feel the creatures of Chaos screaming in agony as their souls were scarred with it.
“Burn all of the heretics. The Gods are hungry, and the day has been long. Notify the Black Lord of our victory, he will wish to know.”
His orders were followed to the letter, and that night the Gods of Chaos feasted upon the tainted souls of the Faithless, who screamed with the creatures of Chaos as they were brought to the Immaterium, to forever sleep in sleeplessness, to haunt the vast expanses of the Warp for an eternity that would continue even after the end of time. For that was the true power of Chaos. It was timeless beyond time, and the creatures would scream until it ended.
::Throne Room of the Black Lord, Shloo::
A frightened young man approached the horribly powerful blackness that was the Throne of the Emperor of Shloo, the Black Lord.
“L-Lord, we have received word from Accior. He has been successful in cleansing the sacred world. He has sent word that all those killed were sacrificed to the Gods and that the world is yours to do with as you like.”
The density of the darkness in the throne changed suddenly as the Emperor sat forward and looked at the man.
“Your message has been delivered. You are no longer necessary, are you?”
“N-no Lord,” the man quivered.
“Then why are you still here?” He motioned to his guards. The young man was never seen by eyes outside of the Warp again.
“Compose a message to the Alliance. Tell them that we have cleansed a planet that was chosen by Khorne to be used by his Followers. We believe the Alliance to be the best way to do this, so we are giving it to them.”
Greetings fellow members of the Alliance. The Black Lord of Shloo wishes to announce to you that today we have further proven our loyalty to the Gods of Chaos by cleansing a planet of the Faithless and dedicating it to Khorne. We wish for the planet to be used to it’s full potential, and so we are giving it to the Alliance as a gift.
The sword raised again, bright red now, over it's master's head. When the blade fell again, it was over. The battle had been little challenge, but that was expected. Nothing could equal the power given by the Gods of Chaos in times of battle. These heretical beasts had been standing upon soil chosen by Khorne for his Followers, and the Black Lord of Shloo could not deny Khorne his wish. He had ordered his greatest warriors, led by a man blessed by Nurgle with Daemonhood, Accior, to walk upon the sacred planet, cleanse it of heretics, and take it back in the name of Chaos. So far, things were going well.
“Miiroch, order the pillars built. We will burn the heretics tonight and Khorne shall feast on tainted blood,” Accior ordered one of his underlings.
He turned to the valley below him and saw the scars that the battle had left upon the surface of the world, and could feel the creatures of Chaos screaming in agony as their souls were scarred with it.
“Burn all of the heretics. The Gods are hungry, and the day has been long. Notify the Black Lord of our victory, he will wish to know.”
His orders were followed to the letter, and that night the Gods of Chaos feasted upon the tainted souls of the Faithless, who screamed with the creatures of Chaos as they were brought to the Immaterium, to forever sleep in sleeplessness, to haunt the vast expanses of the Warp for an eternity that would continue even after the end of time. For that was the true power of Chaos. It was timeless beyond time, and the creatures would scream until it ended.
::Throne Room of the Black Lord, Shloo::
A frightened young man approached the horribly powerful blackness that was the Throne of the Emperor of Shloo, the Black Lord.
“L-Lord, we have received word from Accior. He has been successful in cleansing the sacred world. He has sent word that all those killed were sacrificed to the Gods and that the world is yours to do with as you like.”
The density of the darkness in the throne changed suddenly as the Emperor sat forward and looked at the man.
“Your message has been delivered. You are no longer necessary, are you?”
“N-no Lord,” the man quivered.
“Then why are you still here?” He motioned to his guards. The young man was never seen by eyes outside of the Warp again.
“Compose a message to the Alliance. Tell them that we have cleansed a planet that was chosen by Khorne to be used by his Followers. We believe the Alliance to be the best way to do this, so we are giving it to them.”
Greetings fellow members of the Alliance. The Black Lord of Shloo wishes to announce to you that today we have further proven our loyalty to the Gods of Chaos by cleansing a planet of the Faithless and dedicating it to Khorne. We wish for the planet to be used to it’s full potential, and so we are giving it to the Alliance as a gift.