Phyrexia Novem Orbis
19-11-2006, 04:43
(I was advised to do 'a lot of crazy things', so I guess Ill start now :P)
The Void, that which others call 'space', the raw materials for the creation of What Is.
Through this vast interstellar sea six Phyrexian ships, battleships of the largest sort, approach a pre-selected point.
Why would the Hidden One wish us to journy here? Daga'dez was growing frustrated, and that was an event worth writing down. Most of his emotions were gone, and those that remained were dampered significantly. It took a long time for him to feel anything, A stretch of empty space, no planets, no people.
There were more Lords on the other ships, Phyrexians roughly equal in power to Daga'dez, and that made him wonder if there were some sort of trial in store for them.
Almost before he could finish that thought, something happened.
It seemed as if space in front of their ships twisted in upon itself, then expanded, bulging out in all directions, then settling down as a blue-black smear began to wipe out the stars from his view.
It was a portal.
A HUGE portal. Most were only five or six feet in circumfrence, the largest were a few hundred in width, designed for the capitol ships. This portal was easily a thosand miles wide, and growing. The sheer power behind it must have been enough to drain whole worlds, enough to CREATE whole worlds.
Something was emerging from the portal.
A dome, perhaps a hundred miles wide by Daga'dez's estimate, peaked from the portal, slowly rising without any sign of stopping. The dome itself shimmered and glowed, and, according to the ships sensors, gave off huge waves of energy, both of the natural and more occult sort. It was blinding to look at.
After many hours of slowly emerging from the portal, the huge sphere was wholey within the realm of 'reality'. The portal was closing and Daga'dez was left looking at a huge ball of pure energy, floating in space in clear defiance of most of this universes scientific laws.
He then noticed the portal that had opened next to him on the bridge.
Then he heard the Voice, which outshone even the brilliance flooding through the ships viewports. It grabbed hold of his conciousness, wrenched his brain into overdrive and drew all attention to itself. It was like having his mind used as a football by God. which, in a way, was what was happening.
ENTER THE PORTAL.
He could no more disobey that voice than he could fly or move a planet. The Hidden One spoke, and he obeyed.
It took several minutes to get used to the glare on the surface of the newly formed...sphere. The little patch of stone was maybe fifty miles wide, floating atop a sea of seething energy, glowing every colour that Daga'dez was capable of processing with his enhanced vision.
He could now make out the six other Lords and one additional figure. Not the Hidden One, for he could not leave Phryexia...this was a High Priest, which was almost as good.
[i]I bear word from the Most Holy Lord of Phyrexia. He has spoken to all of you, and blessed you with a mission.
This is the world of Rath, it is to be our outpost, or beacon and the home of all those who aspire to become Complete. Here we will weed out the weak, the fools and those who do not meet the Hidden Ones standards. This world shall be ruled by Organics.
You six have been selected to find a ruler for this world. You will seek out extraordinary specimens of life from this plane and bring them to this place, and here they will die. And through their deaths, one will ascend and become Compleat. Go now, find your champions. You know the penalty for failure and the displeasure of the Hidden One.
The one who succedes will be appointed as a High Priest of the Machine God, greatest of the Servants of the Hidden One. Return to your ships, seek out such a champion and return here with them.
The voice reached directly into the circuitry of Daga'dez's head, driving into his brain and overriding all other functions. He must go out...he must find a being of strength, and return it here.
Daga'dez considered this as he returned to his ship. He had many cycles to work out who would be his champion, but he also had a huge plane to search. Likewise the other five Phyrexian lords set out, searching for a Champion to fight for the lordship of Rath. Pressing his hand into one of the ships consoles, Daga'dez thought, considered and went through an extensive database of species and planets. Humans were the dominant form of life in this plane, therefore it made sense to seek one of them out. No one nation held sway over the majority of the plane, so clearly no one nation had a superior sub-breed to another, so he had a very wide area to search, seeking out invidivuals with great strength across a plane which was a trillion billion times larger than a Phyrexian had ever seen before.
Growling to himself, Daga'dez set off for his quarters on the ship, barren as they were, to think.
It did not take him long. Suprisingly, the beings of this galaxy were willing to accept such burdens on their own. He had simply put out word that a fabulous prize awaited the winner of some contest and behold, applicants flooded in. He paid some fleshbag to do the 'pre-finals' as they were called here, before he brought his own champion to Rath. He had not heard the mans name yet, only that he would be arriving, along with the other champions, shortly.
The Void, that which others call 'space', the raw materials for the creation of What Is.
Through this vast interstellar sea six Phyrexian ships, battleships of the largest sort, approach a pre-selected point.
Why would the Hidden One wish us to journy here? Daga'dez was growing frustrated, and that was an event worth writing down. Most of his emotions were gone, and those that remained were dampered significantly. It took a long time for him to feel anything, A stretch of empty space, no planets, no people.
There were more Lords on the other ships, Phyrexians roughly equal in power to Daga'dez, and that made him wonder if there were some sort of trial in store for them.
Almost before he could finish that thought, something happened.
It seemed as if space in front of their ships twisted in upon itself, then expanded, bulging out in all directions, then settling down as a blue-black smear began to wipe out the stars from his view.
It was a portal.
A HUGE portal. Most were only five or six feet in circumfrence, the largest were a few hundred in width, designed for the capitol ships. This portal was easily a thosand miles wide, and growing. The sheer power behind it must have been enough to drain whole worlds, enough to CREATE whole worlds.
Something was emerging from the portal.
A dome, perhaps a hundred miles wide by Daga'dez's estimate, peaked from the portal, slowly rising without any sign of stopping. The dome itself shimmered and glowed, and, according to the ships sensors, gave off huge waves of energy, both of the natural and more occult sort. It was blinding to look at.
After many hours of slowly emerging from the portal, the huge sphere was wholey within the realm of 'reality'. The portal was closing and Daga'dez was left looking at a huge ball of pure energy, floating in space in clear defiance of most of this universes scientific laws.
He then noticed the portal that had opened next to him on the bridge.
Then he heard the Voice, which outshone even the brilliance flooding through the ships viewports. It grabbed hold of his conciousness, wrenched his brain into overdrive and drew all attention to itself. It was like having his mind used as a football by God. which, in a way, was what was happening.
ENTER THE PORTAL.
He could no more disobey that voice than he could fly or move a planet. The Hidden One spoke, and he obeyed.
It took several minutes to get used to the glare on the surface of the newly formed...sphere. The little patch of stone was maybe fifty miles wide, floating atop a sea of seething energy, glowing every colour that Daga'dez was capable of processing with his enhanced vision.
He could now make out the six other Lords and one additional figure. Not the Hidden One, for he could not leave Phryexia...this was a High Priest, which was almost as good.
[i]I bear word from the Most Holy Lord of Phyrexia. He has spoken to all of you, and blessed you with a mission.
This is the world of Rath, it is to be our outpost, or beacon and the home of all those who aspire to become Complete. Here we will weed out the weak, the fools and those who do not meet the Hidden Ones standards. This world shall be ruled by Organics.
You six have been selected to find a ruler for this world. You will seek out extraordinary specimens of life from this plane and bring them to this place, and here they will die. And through their deaths, one will ascend and become Compleat. Go now, find your champions. You know the penalty for failure and the displeasure of the Hidden One.
The one who succedes will be appointed as a High Priest of the Machine God, greatest of the Servants of the Hidden One. Return to your ships, seek out such a champion and return here with them.
The voice reached directly into the circuitry of Daga'dez's head, driving into his brain and overriding all other functions. He must go out...he must find a being of strength, and return it here.
Daga'dez considered this as he returned to his ship. He had many cycles to work out who would be his champion, but he also had a huge plane to search. Likewise the other five Phyrexian lords set out, searching for a Champion to fight for the lordship of Rath. Pressing his hand into one of the ships consoles, Daga'dez thought, considered and went through an extensive database of species and planets. Humans were the dominant form of life in this plane, therefore it made sense to seek one of them out. No one nation held sway over the majority of the plane, so clearly no one nation had a superior sub-breed to another, so he had a very wide area to search, seeking out invidivuals with great strength across a plane which was a trillion billion times larger than a Phyrexian had ever seen before.
Growling to himself, Daga'dez set off for his quarters on the ship, barren as they were, to think.
It did not take him long. Suprisingly, the beings of this galaxy were willing to accept such burdens on their own. He had simply put out word that a fabulous prize awaited the winner of some contest and behold, applicants flooded in. He paid some fleshbag to do the 'pre-finals' as they were called here, before he brought his own champion to Rath. He had not heard the mans name yet, only that he would be arriving, along with the other champions, shortly.