[b]The Inner Sanctum Of the Golden City[/b] The was no warning, no preamble. It just happened as if the very gates to hell dissipated. The lucky ones were the ones already dead. A warp rift exploded in the middle of the sanctum and out walked the chaos Champions. First came one of the chosen of the change god. a good 5 meters tall his head was that of a rotting bird. Multicolored flesh peeled from the tattooed bones that bleed with all the colors of insanity. In its hand it carried a staff, ever changing ever moving. It wings were made of bone yet it flew without them. But worst of all was the beak. When it opened its mouth it spoke of things, it spoke of change and familiarity, a contradiction that was both true and false. The people that heard went mad mothers began to eat thier children alive, men castrated themselves on the spot, children began to murder those that didnt go insane. Second came a Skullrender, Chosen of the Blood god. Its hide a dark red leather stronger than adamantium. It had 4 arms in which it wielded a massive ax and a sword. its other 2 arms ended in deadly claws. Its wings matched its hide and forced the monstrosity into the insane crowd like a tank and the resultes were much the same. with claw and blade it ripped through the crowd. Every storke a death new to another. Blood poured into the streets as the beast continued its rampage, the blood urging, no DEMANDING it continue. With a roar it grabs a woman sheilding an infant and lifts her over its head tearing her in half. as blood showered up in it took the infant into its mouth and with a satisfying crunch tore it in two. Last came the monster. Any that survived the champions onslaught fell dead at the terror they now saw. Karnis walked forward, changed. Gone as all evidence of him being a space marine let alone human. his body finally changed to the blood gods favor as he let the curse of the wulfin overtake his body. his canine apperance made worse by the blessing of his god. His fur dripped in blood. His maw sheathed seratted teeth and his hands grew claws. His Chain ax in hand he marched outwards the ground crunching beneath him. He would have who he wanted, the death of this world would be a bonus.