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==YOU ARE WAR!== | ==YOU ARE WAR!== | ||
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==The Lonely Creator== | ==The Lonely Creator== | ||
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==FEAR THE DEEP== | ==FEAR THE DEEP== | ||
FEAR THE DEEP — <br> | |||
Told by Xivu Arath — <br> | |||
The Dual-Edged Blade — <br> | |||
THE DEEP. Our greatest companion, the first, final, and only. Every action done by every being in this universe is done to drive further the final shape. We will be the last. I will be the last. | |||
WAR. The act that empowers me, the death of war keeps me alive. To battle isn’t simply to fight, but to speak in a way that words cannot. My blade speaks for me. | |||
HIVE. We are the harbingers of fear. We outlive any law attempting to bind us. The Deep bred us into what we are today. And it has grown us into its most powerful subordinates. We are eternal. Aiat. | |||
LIGHT. The Deep’s need for existence. Without light, there is no need for dark. Without dark, there is no need for light. But when the absence of purpose is brought upon all of the universe, then I will complete my mission: I will eat the light. | |||
WORM. The blight on our bodies that provides us with power, but takes all else. It is responsible for my need for conflict. The worm takes, as much as I do, as much as my siblings do. I will feed it until its fangs have broken upon my hardened insides. | |||
REAPER. ''{{c|the prince has returned, Xi Ro. follow me…}}'' | |||
==The God Eater== | |||
The God Eater — <br> | |||
Sung by Xivu Arath — <br> | |||
Mother of the Devil — <br> | |||
IF I AM THE MOUNTAIN BY WHICH ALL BLADES ARE BROKEN, THEN YOU ARE THE STONE THAT SHARPENS EACH SWORD. | |||
IF I AM THE MEMORY OF EVERY BATTLE IN EXISTENCE, THEN YOU ARE THE KILLER INSTINCTS WITHIN EACH AND EVERY CREATURE. | |||
MY PRINCE! LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN! LOOK AT YOUR BLADE, SHARPENED BY DEATH! YOU HAVE TAKEN THAT WHICH DID NOT BELONG TO YOU; THE ABSOLUTE PINNACLE OF THE KILLING LOGIC! | |||
YOU AND YOUR THIRST FOR WAR HAS TAUGHT THE SKY DEMONS OF THE HIVE’S GREATEST WEAPON, FEAR! | |||
THE SKY WEAKENS FROM THE LOSS OF THEIR PROTECTOR. FROM THE DEEPEST OF THE BLACK STARS, YOU TOUCHED DOWN ONTO THE SURFACE OF SAPHIRI AND BUTCHERED THE ZOPHAR, FORCING THE ZENITH TO FLEE IN COWARDICE. | |||
MY CHILD, LOVED BY WAR, YOU ARE THE PARAGON OF CONFLICT, THE APEX OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ONE WITH THE SWORD. THUS, I NAME YOU CRYTH, THE GOD EATER! | |||
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RECORD: 6281E936$ORE-5.889 <br> | RECORD: 6281E936$ORE-5.889 <br> | ||
SUBJECT: Emergency Call O-777 <br> | SUBJECT: Emergency Call O-777 <br> | ||
STATUS: | STATUS: UNNOFFICIAL (allowed for public use) <br> | ||
IDENTITIES: E. Varthex (Caller), A. Niksis (Responder) <br> | IDENTITIES: E. Varthex (Caller), A. Niksis (Responder) <br> | ||
LOCATION: Orelion – Subterranean Colony (Call Origin) <br> | LOCATION: Orelion – Subterranean Colony (Call Origin) <br> | ||
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==Xaoc== | ==Xaoc== | ||
The Berserker will start all! <br> | |||
The Berserker will end all! <br> | |||
The Berserker will be all! <br> | |||
From the Spires of Tavarus-12 to the hollow world of Griquor-Murloev, <br> | |||
the Berserker has graced all in between. <br> | |||
And the Berserker will grace all beyond! <br> | |||
The Berserker will start all! ''(do not listen)'' <br> | |||
The Berserker will end all! ''(this is not true)'' <br> | |||
The Berserker will be all! ''(lies lies lies)'' <br> | |||
— Famous poem regarding “The Berserker.” | |||
___________ | |||
Ten thousand ships fell to the surface of Orelion, the ground colony in ruin. Four thousand ships aimlessly float around the space of the Chroma-Slade Deep Vessel. Fifty thousand ships slowly fall into the everburning plasma of the Gorge Orb. All done by one being: The God Eater. His size staggering, easily towering over the Vale Orb and it’s immediate surrounding planets. All the force of the Irundaal High Warriors were unable to stop him. The God eater raised his arm, and in a flash of light, the attacking fleet was no more. | |||
The Irundaal Interplanetary Crisis Company were told to release their last optional weapon: Khorne. From the tallest Xenoglyph Spire on Vira-Tor arose the weapon; a long ranged cannon capable of bending reality with it’s power. The God Eater focused his attention to Vira-Tor, an uneasy grimace forming on the monster’s face as the luminescence grew. The ground began to crack, the moons shook and quivered in their positions, space itself was tearing. The heat rose beyond unimaginable levels, slowly molding the Xenoglyph mountains into nothing more but hills of magma. The God Eater opened its mouth to bring curses upon the world with his wretched speech, but it was too late. In what was almost a millionth of a second, Khorne had killed its target. | |||
{{c|''did it?''}} | |||
Miraculously, through the smoke and dusk of torn space, the God Eater’s eyes glowed through the nothingness. A cackle echoed through the system, one of annoyance and hunger. He stepped towards Vira-Tor, landing on the space beneath his feet as he walked. A ghastly arm stretched out towards the molten planet, Khorne slowly withdrawing. In the palm of his hand, he crushed Viro-Tor with ease, letting its flow of Xenoglyph magma seep out of his hand and into the endlessness of space. The God Eater focused his hunger towards the Vale Orb, a lustful flame burning behind his ascendant eyes. | |||
A harrowing screech bellowed from withing the void created by Khorne, shaking the universe and its inhabitants. Chants began to ring out from each planet, almost like a spell being cast. “START ALL! END ALL! BE ALL!” The Irundaal chanted with hope in their voices. The screech continued, pulverizing multiple of the Hive’s warships and destroying Cryth’s imitations. What was this power? Could he handle it? From the void emerged the Berserker, an ever shifting mass of Taken energy. Billions of Taken merged into one, unrecognizable being. It’s screeches continued before it charged towards the God Eater. He raised his blade, filling the system with the light from its glare. With a flash of light, the Berserker had… | |||
''died?'' | |||
___________ | |||
“NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!” A man cried out, flipping his table over and shattering glass on the floor. “You must calm down. There has to be an explanation for this.” His subordinate told. The man turned towards her, clenching his fists to compose himself. “There is no explanation. You don’t get it. The Berserker is a paracausal nullifier. It’s very nature is to completely negate any type of paracausal force. How did it fail?” His subordinate crossed her arms. “Was it possible that it affected itself? Was it’s power unstable and uncontrollable?” He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “I… I don’t know..” | |||
“Will you two shut it?!” General Zavah’n shouted from the distance. | |||
The General positioned himself against the wall, his head pushing into the metal. “We’ve failed…” Silence befell the room as the gravity of the situation had finally begun to set in. The air was filled with tension as the only noise filling the space was the sound of startled breath. The General rushed out of the room and through the foyer to reach the Irundaal Command Centre. He rose the alarm, and spoke righteously through the speaker. | |||
Crisis Exigent call #999 | |||
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Attention all Irundaal citizens, this is Imperial General Zavah’n speaking. | |||
The Hive have won. | |||
==A Broken Blade== | ==A Broken Blade== | ||