NationStates Jolt Archive

They appeared at random, the figures clad in robes over their ornate and ancient armour. Often they did not linger in one place for too long, instead moving, from cities, to wastes, from world to world, each bringing with them the glorious revelations of the Word. They had seen entire populaces fall in subservient awe to the visions they had extolled, redeemed by the greater glory of the message they spread.

Of Chaos.

The Gods were not absent or auncaring Masters, so said these armoured figures, whether Sorceror or Chaplain. They whispered of the Gods and their servants who walked the earth, of mighty warriors beyond the ken of mere men, of armies vast comprised of the zealous faithful, even the armies of the Gods themselves, walking the paths between worlds. Eventually, when they had said their peace, they had shed their robes and revealed the blazing sigils that adorned their ancient power armour, the clearest and most blessed revelation of the Gods of the Warp.

"Join us, lay down your fealties and embrace the Immaterium!" One bellowed, his voice rising over whatever crowd on whatever world would come to know his voice and his message. "Join us, and you may live forever by the greater glory of Chaos!"

It was but one message, one of many, slowly spreading across the void. For wherever the prophets of the Faith went, they brought with them a subtle tide. Madness, deceit, temptation, death, despair, lust and war followed at their bootheels.

It merely remained to see where they would appear...

some fought them others joined them. However the way, all became a part of there great domain. There domain counted from the world of gigants to the world of imps. But yet the had not counqured the world of men. Large human armies could be mountered only to be crushed by even more powerfull armies. Still they did not surender.

OOC: I was hoping for something a bit more detailed than that brief summary of affairs. Perhaps a little more detail? Anyone else; whats happening is my prophets extolling the glories of Chaos to random peoples, for the purpose of either conversion or inciting civil war :P

OOC: Bah, I've got to go to bed, so this little snippet will have to do. Otherwise, this looks to be an interesting RP.

Amusement, Avatar. We see ESUS-allies converting world. Begin bombardment?

Cease bombardment. They may be able to identify us. An attack on the ESUS-allies would weaken the Purpose. Do not attack. We will.. ask them of their purpose upon this world. For now, send a blackspider legion.

The world was one coverted to Chaos, in part. A city marched to the banners of Khorne, bloody war in their hearts. Among the endless raging of guns, among the pleasures of death and battle, governments struggled desperately to deal with the threat upon their world. They were not prepared. They never had been.

Rational creatures, the existence of Chaos they could not bring themselves to reconcile with. They had begun the exploration of space, but it was not a true exploration, as such. And then the ship had come. And corruption had begun, on the world.

It had stemmed from a single man, seemingly unkillable, who had conquered an entire city in the name of his 'Emperor'. And now, the capital faced war with the rest of the world, blood running in rivulets throughout the continent, honouring a God. It was a situation that left the rest of the city-states terrified. And rightly so.


Within minutes, blackspiders would descend from the sky, like their forebears, the metal-spiders, slaughtering all in their path. After all, Chaos could not truly be allowed to rule alone among the stars...

Blood ran from the centre of the city as the Prophet took skulls and hearts from those who had been brought low by the might of the Blood. A feral snarl creased his face as he tore out bloodied chunks of meat, raising them to his fanged maw, others took of the bodies, and their blood charnel feast began. Blood stained chins and flesh was hung from windows and ledges like banners. The Prophet teased greater rage from the people, preparing them for grander blasphemies, for greater acts of singular carnage.

He let his eyes move across the crowd, let his mind touch theirs. He felt their hate, their rage. They were the chosen who would cleanse a world, a single city at a time, they were the hands of Chaos, having welcomed it utterly into their hearts. Soon they would move, bringing yet more souls into the grasp of war and bloodshed and the service of Khorne. Once they had begun to destroy themselves, his work would be done and he would depart to find yet more worlds to subsume...