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6/30/2016 10:31:36 AM
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"A few months..yet it has felt like ages and now you require me for something. There are some problems with that, the most obvious being I lack a physical form."
He replied.
"But..I do have one question. Slaanesh, is it dead?"
Feryun had felt it happen, as did every denizen of the Warp. But he wanted to make sure.
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[i][u]"It is quite a complex process. When you had died, your soul still belonged to Tzeentch. But the power that rested within you was in my grasp. Now, using that power, I have tracked you, found your soul. If you will to return amongst us, you can pledge your soul to my realm, where I could transfer it into a body that was made specifically for you."[/u][/i]
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[i][u]"Then it is concluded."[/u][/i] Right from underneath the lord of change's nose, Feryun's soul was snagged. Sucked through a portal like a straw, his soul was warped across the warp into Noiratrom's Realm. Then, the soul was siphoned into a body. Feryun woke up as if he had just gone through a long, tornenting nightmare.
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His eyes shifted around the area that surrounded him. "After all this time, I am brought back for a single purpose." The former wizard took a look at his body. While it wasn't his old body, the one which he was fine tuned to, he could make it work. "I must be within Noiratroms Palace. No where else I could be..unless the bloodwrath. But that would not make sense."
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His body was entirely mechanical, yet not as brutish and bulky as, say, a rubric marine. His joints allowed for him to perform fluid movements like an organic being, while still being covered by thick armour. Whoever was Noiratrom's mechanic, he was a damn good one. He was about the same height as he was before, but now slightly larger.
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He moved his arms around, still getting used to his body. "This is certainly a second chance, but at what is the true question." Feryun told himself, He started walking around. "I should go see Noiratrom." He looked around for a exit, perhaps he could take this time to get used to be in a body once more.
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As he moved, the ground he stood on begun raising. The darkness let place for the light above his head, from two floor panels that had opened. His little pod rose from the floor and opened, revealing to him the outside world. He seemed to be in some kind of well maintained palace. He could breathe in the smell of freshly washed draperies and furniture... wait, he could smell? Odd...
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He took in the smell, he was confused to say the least. He had become a metal shell, yet he retained his sense of smell. Feryun slowly walked, taking in the cleanliness of the Palace. He was amazed to say the least, since he wasn't a batshit failure of a wizard anymore. "Finding him shouldn't be hard." He told himself once more as he traversed the Palace. "I wonder if whoever made this body gave me more senses besides sight and smell."
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Oh, he had it all. Touch, taste, hearing, everything. He was somewhat back to his old self. But simply... better. As he explored the room, the doors opened, and a figure stepped in. "I see you are getting used to your new body, are you not?" If Feryun had anything to say about Noiratrom now, is that he had changed. Dramatically. The man now stood fifty feet in height, and had a body composed of a multitude of different parts. Horns, wings, reptilian features, the man wasn't human anymore. The only human thing he had left were his origins, his memories and his mind. He wasn't clad in armour, instead wearing regal vestments.
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"It is different than being a bird like humanoid..but you have changed more than me. Alot more draconic." The wizard remarked. Though it would be improper to call him a sorcerer anymore. "But I should not judge, for you assisted me into the material realm once more and for that I thank you." He did a slight bow.
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"I have need of your knowledge. Of your expertise. After all, you were once a servant of Tzeentch. You know his secrets, the places he kept hidden. You know things about him that others don't. I have need of that knowledge."
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"That would be a challenge. You see Tzeentchs realm is ever changing, as does himself. I can still be useful, for I understand his logic within his own realm. But if you plan on facing him, it is death. All 79 of his Lords of Change will feast upon your mutated, grotesque corpse. I apologize for such details but it is the truth. Slaanesh was weak, Tzeentch however is a completely different story." He explained to Noiratrom. "Though I am sure you know of this, what are your intentions exactly?"
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"Defeating Tzeentch in a bout of strength is without any goal, I know this. The only way I could ever vanquish him would be to do so at his own game. With the mind. I need to know from you his secrets, if there are any artifacts he keeps hidden. They will be useful to add to the plan..."
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"The Throne Room of mine. Within the throne itself was a artifact that bended logic to my will, atleast within the room I was in with it. I believe it is called Shadowlight, once owned by the Necrontyr and kept hidden for fear of its power. It is a black slab capable of boosting a Psykers power tremendously, with consequences. One would most likely go mad due to its power, Tzeentch must have stolen it from the Necrontyr and gave it to me, knowing full well I would be killed by my own insanity." Feryun replied. "Now thats the only artifact I know of, the problem is it kills non-psykers upon contact. But you of course are one, so you will be fine. Be warned though, it is not enough to touch the Fateweaver."
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"Good. I suppose I can share my plan with you. It involves many steps. The first one was to assemble a cabal of my greatest warriors. You are the first one. Then, once they are assembled, we are to assail tesseract vaults in the search for artifacts of Mephet'ran, The Deceiver. Once those artifacts are gathered, I would seek the help of Cegorach, the laughing god."
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"I apologize to interrupt but if you are a God, which would make sense on how you slew Slaanesh..how did you become one? I am just curious." He asked, that has been bugging him for quite some time. "This plan involves the Harlequins too...rather strange."
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"It's quite simple, actually. After your demise, I grew stronger in numbers. I seduced a Daemonette to join my ranks, because slaanesh sucks at pleasuring others. I gave her a boost of power. Then, with her help, I snuck into Nurgle's castle to liberate Isha, the Eldar Goddess. She was the one who gave me power."
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"That..makes sense. I mean like I don't understand the whole seducing a daemonette part, don't see how that was required and frankly I shouldn't know. But you plan on reviving others to grab who knows how many pieces of the Deciever, then ask Cegorach for help. That's not a bad plan, if the Necrons weren't such annoyances." At this point he was semi used to his body, but he was still bending his joints to get used to it.
