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6/4/2016 12:50:08 PM
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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.
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"Fück." he said, Though a tad more sane now. "Wait he doesn't realize that-You know what? I'll let him figure it out." He started traveling slowly to the Palace, dragging his sword.
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It was built on the ancient grounds of Death Guard territory, where Noiratrom had once made his home.
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"Eugh..Hope those Inquisitors have more of those guys." Feryun said. Though Feryun was rather confident in something, but it shall remain a mystery until then.
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[spoiler]the Mark on his hand links Noiratrom to him, so he'd know what he's thinking.[/spoiler]
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[i]He is a mere pawn, just like everyone else. Tzeentchs grand scheme has everyone entertwined...rather they want it or not. Nothing can resist him..Except for Nurgle but that was pure chance..He already lost the game..The Game of Life and Death. Even I submitted to his scheme. But alas it was the plan. Everyone lost the game. [b]The Lord of Fate is ever looming the strings of fate. Now I must go, and finish what I once started.[/b][/i] Feryun was fully awake now, he held the sword in his right hand and he walked the steps. [spoiler]mfw Noiratrom just had the truth revealed to him. That's why he also kept the mark.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]so he wants to kill Noir?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]But if were going to do this Either one of us can make a new post. I want this to be epic as fuk.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well yeah. and Tzeentch basically gave him the A-Ok back on the bloodwrath. It was a prediction but we didn't know when.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]well then. Rip.[/spoiler] Through the mark, Noiratrom could tell of Feryun's intentions. His mission to assassinate him. The Mark on Feryun's hand began to burn, searing into his flesh. The pain was so great that it made the sorcerer drop his sword and fall to his knees. The suffering of betrayal burned throughout his body, embering him to his very core, rending his flesh asunder. There was nothing he could do. His powers were blocked by the mark. Not even his precious Tzeentch could save him. All the lord of change could do was watch as his Sorcerer died in vain, with a pain that would have made even Slaanesh turn away in disgust. The Sorcerer's soul poured through the burning pores of his skin and into the air, to be absorbed by Noiratrom, adding to his power yet again. Of the mighty Feryun, all that remained was an ashen statue at the entrance of the palace, on his knees. Blown by a soft wind, the ashes fell apart and spread out, empty. His soul had been consumed by the chaos lord. The same fate came of his sword. The souls it had swallowed now belonged to Noiratrom, adding to his ever increasing power. [spoiler]shouldn't have let yourself get marked.[/spoiler]
