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| The Ascension; The Destiny of Change | |
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| Lord Marixis | Mar 1 2005, 04:28 AM Post #1 |
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Rise from the Ashes
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Across the endless plain, horns sounded. Blaring, shrieking their wrath to the sky, signaling one thing – the horde of Relmar Tigermouth, Daemon Prince of Chaos, was on the move. Beneath the towering columns of dust and ash that the marching warriors created, distinct differences could be seen amongst them. Some wore blood soaked armor, drying to a dull brown, carrying massive axes and swords. Others shambled along as if they were deceased, whilst some moved with grace, sweet perfumes wafting alongside them. At the head of the horde, Prince Relmar stopped. “Where are those cursed magic-users?” he muttered, “The followers of Tchar have not all been killed.” For it was true. While the cabal of sorcerers had perished during the siege of Tablaheim, their lord, along with his warriors, had escaped unscathed. For them to not be among the army was quite odd indeed. Some amongst the daemon’s personal guard talked of an item of infinite power that the sorcerer-lord sought, and that he would betray them all to get it. Then, as if summoned by Relmar’s words, a group of heavily armored troops appeared, marching through some low hills. An aura of dark sorcery seemed to manifest around them, and Relmar instantly knew that these were those whom he sought. Marixis had arrived. “Hail Relmar, Prince of Chaos and Destroyer of Light.” A figure stepped out of the ranks of the newcomers and strode forward. His armor seemed to writhe and shift as if it had a mind of its own, and the dark folds of his robes eclipsed the light. Truly, this was Marixis. “Where have you been for the past week, sorcerer? After the Orcish warlords fell, you disappeared.” Marixis smiled, the only sign of emotion on his bald head. Relmar thought he could see a slight protrusion in the center of Marixis’ forehead, almost as if it was a closed eye… “Everywhere and nowhere, Prince. My warriors and I barely escaped the ruin of Tablaheim with our lives. The warp storm impeded our progress for a while.” All of a sudden, the daemon sensed a massive buildup of power, coming from the sorcerer. “However, I doubt you will think much of it. The tortures in the Heavens of Tchar will occupy you for the next few millennia.” Bringing up his halberd, Marixis willed the flames that had been quietly forming in his left hand forward, crashing into the Daemon Prince. A shocked silence followed. Then, bellowing rage and disbelief at this callous betrayal, Relmar charged forward, swinging a shimmering blade. “You shall pay for that, sorcerer!” Seconds before the blade made contact, immense blue wings enveloped Marixis and his retinue. A single, haughty laugh escaped the folds of the wings, and the followers of Tchar were gone. Marixis floated in nothingness, the turmoil and rage of the mortal world gone. He drifted for what seemed like countless ages, alone in the aether. Then, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, a voice started. Hello, little one. You have been chosen. Brief confusion flashed across the sorcerer-warrior’s face. Do not be confused. All shall be made clear. A faint blue light appeared in the nothingness, and Marixis floated towards it. As it grew nearer, the voice continued to speak. A great task has been set out for you. The fate of Change rests upon your shoulders. Come, and learn of your destiny. A roaring sea hammered a bleak coastline. Lightning streaked through the sky. Teeming soldiers fought and died in ancient ruins. Ships exchanged fusillades of gunfire and magic. Shrieking daemons swooped over multitudes of islands. A shimmering bridge appeared, swirling with arcane sorceries. In the center of this, a dark shape reached a clawed hand out as a fiery crown was placed upon the head of – Marixis opened his eyes with a flash. He grasped the Nameless Blade, the daemon-weapon of legend, and instantly heard a voice. The blade has been named…Marixis remembered all that had happened. The voice, which had proclaimed itself to be Tzeentch, Changer of Ways, had given him his destiny. The Crown of Tekranoc must be claimed in the name of Change. And it had also given him the means to do so… “Khaos’Tzeen’leth’azyr’Tzeen’Khazyr’dhar’Khaos!” The True Name of the daemon-blade, spoken for the first time in a hundred thousand years, split the very air with its potency. In Marixis’ hand, the halberd shrieked its release from the bonds of mortality, fusing its corrupt soul with Marixis’, and forever binding them in unholy matrimony. The third eye in his forehead opened, and a faint rune of Change appeared on the flesh around it, sealing the pact. “Lord Marixis!” A shout came from behind Marixis, who turned and saw Ycharveth, his lieutenant, striding towards him with the retinue. They all dropped to their knees in wonder and awe, for surely their lord was the Avatar of Change, mightiest of all. Opening his mouth, Marixis spoke. “We go to Miannantus. Many are waiting, and all have received the call. Prepare yourselves – our destiny awaits!” Before you ask - yes, whitethunder has been notified. |
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| Tr0x | Mar 1 2005, 05:21 AM Post #2 |
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Exalted Guardian
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wow very very good! being a tzeentch fan myself i especially look foward to seeing more of Marixis in the campaign! just dont hurt us lagothians in the process :lol: :ph43r: ! |
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| end of mankind | Mar 1 2005, 06:32 AM Post #3 |
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Clanlord
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nice story marixis! Karl will be looking for your arrival.. ;) |
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| The Flying Beaver | Mar 1 2005, 07:37 AM Post #4 |
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Clanlord
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I sense that we'll have a rivalry to dwarf (or chaos dwarf) that of Lightbringer and Pustal. I'll get you Marixis! Good fluff though. |
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| Gurkhal | Mar 1 2005, 02:06 PM Post #5 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Good story, good flow in it so it was easy to read. Hope there will be more story about Lord Marxis, and don't forget. Make sure to hurt the lagothians in the process... |
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| Whitethunder500 | Mar 1 2005, 11:40 PM Post #6 |
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Insane until further notice.
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watch your back. Relmar doesn't forget these things ;) |
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| Lord Marixis | Mar 4 2005, 08:01 AM Post #7 |
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Rise from the Ashes
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Oh, there will be. Trust me when I say that Marixis won't exactly have an easy time conquering Miannantus. No one can be trusted... |
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