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6/2/2016 1:06:24 PM
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[b]The Formless Wastes.[/b]
From nearly engaging in perilous combat to making an alliance that was batshit insane, the past hour for Feryun was a fücking rollercoaster.
He of course had bigger plans in mind, [i]The Formless Wastes.[/i] The unconquered realm of the Warp, for no Chaos God has a domain over it. Yet few Daemon Princes has made it their home.
He would eradicate those who stood in his way, though it will be a difficult task.
His only problem was Noiratrom, What if he got involved in this? For that shall ruin all for him. He would be forced to hand that realm over. He couldn't just straight up kill him for he lacked the power too. Even so it would be a fruitless action. He would be branded a traitor to even his fellow Chaos beings. This was certainly a plan with too many loose ends.
He warped to his throne room, back to where it all started on that ungodly hour.
He craved more than just a small throne room, for he wanted absolute power.
Feryun reached into his Armor, pulling out a Talisman of Tzeentch. A relic that can prevent Psyker powers. [spoiler]So no mind reading all of this fgts.[/spoiler]
He looked over at that ever so changing bronze door. Allowing access to both the bloodwrath and the Warp.
He pulled open the Bronze door, it swung wide open to reveal..A Forest? That's rather strange.
Feryun of course walked in and looked up at the sky, it crimson red. and to his left was a river of black tar.
[spoiler]Open, You can just say you came through the Bronze door or some shit.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Shadlezz: 6/2/2016 4:17:09 PMHe felt his mark burn, the mark of Noiratrom. The soon to be almighty lord of chaos was nearby. Had he been followed..?
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Feryun had no time to bother with Noiratrom for he was on a Crusade, A crusade to conquer the Wastes itself. He followed the tar river until an explosion. [i]The Night Lords.[/i] he thought, for no other space marine chapter in the warp resided here. He of course ran to the sight of the explosion, passing many trees until they became charred and bodies were everywhere. [i]A battle is happening. Perhaps I can work with this to my advantage.[/i]
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The Night lords were indeed engaged in battle. Ranks of Chaotic space marines were battling against other chaos forces.
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Feryun due to the power of plot devices was grabbed by one of the Furies and flew over the battlefield, before grabbing its talon and ripping it off forcing it to plummet. Feryun was freed from the binds of that beast as he landed upon the ground with a loud BOOM.
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Now closer to the battlefield, he could see that the Night Hunters were engaged against the Sons of Chaos, their battle was fierce, but dwindling. Large numbers of Night Hunters had joined the Sons of Chaos when they heard that Noiratrom had consumed Konrad Curze's soul, but a few chaos forces were still undecided. Indecision was not a good enough excuse. Those that would not join, those that would oppose, would be killed.
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This was a very terrible annoyance to Feryun indeed, Noiratrom and his Legion clearly stole his idea. Though he did make a mistake upon telling him that. But this could be a blessing in disguise, seeing how he was allied with him. He decided to help the 'Sons of Chaos'. Immediately Feryun had a Pink flame within his hand, He waved his hand to his right and immediately did some of the Night Haunters mutate to a deformed level. Their mutating bodies could not take the pressure in their power armor and exploded in a gory mess within them.
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The Sons of Chaos quickly noticed the arrival of the sorcerer, and pressed their attack. The Night Hunters could only fight for a few minutes before being eradicated.
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Feryun decided to rush them, quickly dodging the Bolter shots with ease. He unsheathed his Blade, a wave of energy from it decapitated a Night Haunter like a Hot Knife through butter. He leaped forward and plunged his Blade into another, it's chest having a very large gaping hole in it.
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Their numbers dwindled until they were none. The Sons of Chaos marines approached the sorcerer. [i]"Why are you here?"[/i]
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He turned to them. "Why are YOU ALL here?" he said in a rather annoyed tone. Clearly he wasn't happy with the whole Daemon Legion tailing him.
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[spoiler]hue what a big chaos baby.[/spoiler] [i]"Lord Noiratrom has his eyes set on the formless wastes for quite a while. Your arrival here is just what he needed to finally begin his invasion. Not only that, but many of us turned loyal to him when he merged with our Primarchs."[/i]
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[spoiler]Thats the joke.[/spoiler] [i]So he's planning to make an Invasion? And he needed me. Perfect.[/i] "So he's had this idea for a while now..?" His pearl white eyes Stared down the Marine, he decided not to waste any energy on one marine. "Alright then, I hope he realizes this place has no throne here. But I'm sure he'd make one." [i]And it would look tacky as hell.[/i] He stared back at where the Night Lords were once alive. "What were they protecting though? Or was it a assault?"
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[i]"They were protecting their old fears. Nearly every Night Hunter joined our ranks upon hearing the news. They didn't. They were too afraid. If they will not join us... thrn they will be killed."[/i]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 6/4/2016 1:30:56 PMFeryun was rather focused on something else, The Ruling of a realm he in his eyes rightfully deserved. He of course had to keep a act up, for this may be the only chance he has of gaining that. "Alright, we must get going..Lord Noiratrom needs this realm." He cringed so hard under his mask saying those words, yet the darkness within it hid it.
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[spoiler]lol. He has already been absorbed by Noiratrom.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]wot. Goddammit. Alright time to switch up the fücking plot.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]huehuehue I told you he was powerful, didn't I?[/spoiler] [i]"Now that the resistance has dwindled, all that's left is for Lord Noiratrom to claim this land as his own. After that, the next step of his plan."[/i]
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[spoiler]well Abaddon wasn't really shit anyways.[/spoiler] He trudged forward, though he was uncomfortable with such an act. [b]He[/b] in his eyes deserved this realm. Noiratrom didn't find it first so he got fücking dibs but no that clearly isn't the case.
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[spoiler]well technically the other primarchs lived here first, so they had dibs, including Noiratrom. Feryun ain't got shit to whine about.[/spoiler] The chaos forces set up camps to maintain a hold on this position.
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[spoiler]he's basically Slaanesh throwing another tantrum but on a lower and sneaky level.[/spoiler] He had no time for such petty matters as sleep. Sleep was for the weak, they can easily be preyed on and their delicate throats ripped out. But perhaps he should sleep, seeing how he hasn't slept in a century. [spoiler]Yep, guy was batshit crazy and sleep deprived.[/spoiler]
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Perhaps he should.
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Feryun closed his pearl white eyes, slowly going into a slumber. [spoiler]I swear to God if Feryun wakes up and Noiratrom becomes Hitler.[/spoiler]
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Seeing as he hadn't slept in years, he pretty much slept for a week straight.
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For some odd reason though the ever changing image of Tzeentch taunted him. As if begging for him to return. He eventually woke up and looked around. "Where the hell? Oh yeah..."
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[spoiler]you were saying?[/spoiler] While he slept, Noiratrom's conquest had gone to extreme paces. Resistance was naught, and all that was left was for him to build his palace. Which, he had done. It was marble, like an old greek temple, and reeked of chaos energy.
