NationStates Jolt Archive

The great bells toll; the heavy sound of warfare echoing about Chronosia; its ebony towers, gleaming with obsidian, stretching up to scrape the skies; while the skies rang with fire; the forges of the mighty moon, ringing out with hammer and metal. The atmosphere burned and hissed with crackling warp energy; the sun roared like a tyrant in the void; searing the world with dark passion. This was Chronosia Prime; this was the heart of the Imperium; beating; pounding, pulsing with dark blood.

Upon his great throne; gazing out at a vast hologram map of the Old Imperium; the Imperium of man; sat Marcus De Drakan; his body alive with warp fire, blazing with it; adding to his glory; his dark and terrible glory. The Four Powers fed their favored servant; energy flowing forth, fuelling him from the vastness of the Warp for the great work to come.

He readied himself, rising slowly; the energy crackling about him, scorching the air; static snarling about him, like some uncaged, untamed animal. He spoke, and his voice echoes across the void; through space; through time to his chosen allies

Brothers in Chaos; I request your presence; here at Chronosia Prime. The greatest of all works; the most rewarding of all rewards, beckons to us; seductively calls us. I call you all forth; here, to come and feast. To know my mind and what shall be born of it. The limitless power of Chaos shall belong to you all....And a domain greater than any you have known, or shall ever know, shall come into our grasp. Come; hear my dark plan. Let us unite; and go forth...In conquest

Time was cruel to him, fate was even more cruel than time itself. Yet however, resilience, and destiny favoured his shattered soul, and now Totalius lived to feel another day throb in his veins, as he heard along deaf ears the message, the great feast of destruction and chaos that could be to come.

Cloak billowing, eyes wanton with tears of joy, and hunger, he set hsi co-ordinates, his armies, towards the empty breaches of space; towards the quickest and most dangerous route to Chronosia Prime. He would make haste, and in his haste, he would prepare his forces for whatever great tourney of power and battle that could await him.

But inside his chamber, his black dome of thought, what if it would be in vain? What if there was no battle? No death and carnage, but only the delay: to plan and think about, while other worlds burned under the glistening feet of his foes? What if his enemies could have the first taste of blood and the first invigoration of the soul, yet he had to stay rooted to his ship, watching and waiting perilously as they conquered on? Few are the thoughts that came to him as he sat within his chamber, but Totalius was not easily swayed by anything. He was adamant in his decision to press forward to Chronosia Prime, and he would arrive there as quick as possible.

OOC: Assuming this is after the Vulcan campaign

IC: On Hecuba, Helion sat restlessly upon his throne. Wars and campaigns had come and gone, victories and defeat. Boredom had set in. Even putting down the constant revolts was beginning to grow old. What to do, what to d-

Brothers in Chaos; I request your presence; here at Chronosia Prime. The greatest of all works; the most rewarding of all rewards, beckons to us; seductively calls us. I call you all forth; here, to come and feast. To know my mind and what shall be born of it. The limitless power of Chaos shall belong to you all....And a domain greater than any you have known, or shall ever know, shall come into our grasp. Come; hear my dark plan. Let us unite; and go forth...In conquest.

Grinning, Helion prepared to send his own psychic message. Finally, his boredom was at an end!

Great Emperor, I have heard your call, and Tzeentch approves of your plan. I shall meet you at your palace, so that we may perfect your plan. Let the Lords of Chaos unite, and bring a new age to this galaxy, an age of Chaos!

Yes brothers; come forth and lend the tending hand of Tzeentch to our work! Our greatest of works! We shall forge the galaxy in the flames of war; we shall unite it through the worlds we take; and unlock all the black secrets of the past! We shall be living Gods, bestriding a Galaxy that should have bowed to us tens of millenia ago!

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Kerrigan and her entourage arrived in a Zerg hive ship, she was the true arbiter of the Terran Dominions Lords membership, so she went when the call went out.

Welcome all; the discussions will begin shortly; please; eat, drink. Amuse yourselves at our benefit; we are, after all; brothers in Chaos. Take all that you require; for the endeavor ahead of us is long and arduous, the rewards; Unfathomable. Come, unite at my table; join before us; and the Reconquest can begin...Our glorious victory; our esteemed triumph...