Chronosia
06-08-2005, 15:48
Something lay in the hands of the Eldar race that the Imperium desired; something beyond this reality; something beyond good or evil, beyond power. Something that could change the very meaning of Chaos forever.
Knowledge.
Somewhere within the Webway it lay; the Black Library, source of all the Eldar's forbidden and ancient knowledge. Each scrap of information they possessed called with a seductive and irresistable allure to Marcus, to his legions ascendant...He would seek it out, he would find any trace of the Eldar; he would tame their Webway Gates, and he would step forth towards glory. Towards victory.
As the probes and exploratory teams went forth, as agents of the Inquisition scrambled for some trace of what their dread master sought; he himself paced the halls of his palace; hand carressing the black blade of Lifesbane.
"I shall have my victory" His low hiss resonating through the corridors "I shall have my prize....And it shall grant me all the secrets of Chaos; it shall grant me the power..."
Knowledge.
Somewhere within the Webway it lay; the Black Library, source of all the Eldar's forbidden and ancient knowledge. Each scrap of information they possessed called with a seductive and irresistable allure to Marcus, to his legions ascendant...He would seek it out, he would find any trace of the Eldar; he would tame their Webway Gates, and he would step forth towards glory. Towards victory.
As the probes and exploratory teams went forth, as agents of the Inquisition scrambled for some trace of what their dread master sought; he himself paced the halls of his palace; hand carressing the black blade of Lifesbane.
"I shall have my victory" His low hiss resonating through the corridors "I shall have my prize....And it shall grant me all the secrets of Chaos; it shall grant me the power..."