[spoiler]alright. Gotcha.[/spoiler] Moving onwards, the brave Farseer of Biel Tan finds herself in a very dire situation. A chamber filled with insane, mind-broken cultists that worship the dark god Slaanesh. The Eldar narrows her eyes. Of course it was Slaanesh. Normally, she would just move past them, but this time, she wanted some revenge. Held up in incessant orgies, the cultists barely saw her approach. When they did, it was already too late. Extending her hand forward, an Eldritch storm of Lightning struck down the fuсking (literally) cultists, causing a massive chain reaction among the pile of naked bodies, magic lightning arcing from one cultist to the other, bringing the orgy to a premature end as their bodies exploded with electricity. Now that the camp was in chaos, they scrambled to destroy the attacker, determined to use her body in their dark, sadistic practices. But the Farseer was more cunning than they had predicted. Her twin shuriken pistol sends flying discs that cut the masochistic cultists clean wherever they struck, killing them instantly upom impact, or in some cases, causing them to undergo a brutal and painful death. Some of them rushed her with either their swords or their cocks in their hands, or both, wanting to get this over with as quickly as they could in the honour of the god of pleasure. She sliced them, diced them with her wailing staff, cutting their bodies apart, stabbing them in the cocks and or otherwise very painful regions, killing them with the dual edges of the staff. One of them, who had been hiding, ran up and grabbed her from behind, attempting to overpower her and ultimately rаpe her, but to no avail. As soon as he touched her runed robes, his entire body began convulsing with sharp pains as he began being flayed into place, his skin turning inside out in the air. Eventually, he convulsed himself apart, his limbs tearing off. And with the cultists dead, she released a final fury of Eldritch magic, a scream so powerful that it shattered buildings into dust, leaving the Slaaneshi camp into dust, fire, blood and semen. She moved past the burning remains of the camp towards what they were worshipping: a strange artifact of the hourglass, a key as to why they were present on board. She knew it could be dangerous, but she moved her braced hand towards the artifact. [spoiler]here you go.[/spoiler]