Post by JLStewart (( Nightwatch )) on Sept 2, 2008 1:14:28 GMT -5
I know the Recluse Community has a percentage of roughly (10% I think...) who would probably appreciate my thread ideas. If my original 40k thread fails I want backups.
Here is the original and the ones following are not links.
awritersrecluse.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=su&action=display&thread=290&page=1
((Talisman of Vaul AKA: Blackstone Fortress warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Blackstone_Fortress))
+++Deep within the last Talisman of Vaul, 005.M42+++
Darkness was all that was inside the Ancient Talisman of Vaul. It was speculated that the magnificent weapon was created by the mysterious Eldar or their god Vaul. Eldrad Ulthran sat down on a large chair trapped within the Talismans Power Core. Only a few years ago was he tricked and his mind ensnared in the Talismans Power Core. It was the work of none other than Slaanesh. Eldrad had been the plaything for the god for exactly six unlucky years and today was almost certain to be no different. Six was in fact Slaanesh favourite and sacred number. Only six years after the great Farseer was trapped was he to be destroyed by the chaotic power of Slaanesh.
The Farseer knew the time that had passed to the day and the number of times he had been tortured. But what he did not know was what the future held for him. His divinations into the future were constantly interrupted and for the entire years that passed he had no time to foresee the future.
Eldrad convulsed as pain went through his spine again and again. It was a wonder he was still alive. Suddenly another strike of pain connected with his body but this time one of the small waystones on his armour dulled. Blood began to bleed out of his nose and only a single spiristone was left retaining but a mere flicker. Eldrads soul would endure if even a tiny spark remained on but one of his spiritstones.
His physical form he was in perfect condition apart from the mere nose bleed. But his mind had been almost destroyed by Slaanesh and his spirit was in even worse form. His spirit was now hanging on a thread before it could be ripped from his body. Very soon that very fate he so feared would happen.
Inside his mind he faced the Chaos God of Pleasure and Pain staring him down in his chosen manifested form. Eldrad was clothed in mere rags and Slaanesh was currently in the form of a towering female wearing a glowing black dress. "Eldrad... You have lost... Do you have any last words Farseer?" Eldrad let loose a single tear and looked up at Slaanesh.
The Farseer did not know what the future held for him at this point. But with Slaanesh now waiting for his last words he was able to conduct the divination in his mind. In mere seconds a billion possibilities were played through his mind. Several billion paths to choose. The future was never set for a Farseer of the Eldar no matter the odds.
Eldrad winced at the pain and opened his mouth "Destroy me Slaanesh... Soon Ynnead will have you..." Slaanesh laughed "Ynnead??? You think I can be defeated by a god of the Eldar? Your very deaths spawned me! Do you think that with more deaths from your race that you will not cause me to gain in strength?" She grinned raising her hand and pointed her long fingernail at Eldrad. Pink and Purple Chaos energies flowed from her fingernail striking Eldrad leaving the behind mere ashes of the once great Farseer.
The spiritstone on his physical body flickered and waned but what Slaanesh did not see was a tiny little light remaining inside the red stone. The Chaos God closed her eyes and turned around to face the sky in Eldrads mind. "Finally... the spirit of the great Farseer of Ulthwe... Is mine..." She cackled continuously laughing and howling. The dark god of pleasure finally had what she... or was it what he wanted?
The ashes of Eldrad were dark black. The wind in his mind began to pick up but the ashes were stuck to the ground. They began to kindle and from the ashes rose a giant fiery bird. Its wings were blazing hot and it had a kind of wise look on its face. The phoenix screeched and swooped Slaanesh. The chaos god began to turn but its back was struck. Its form began to melt changing but was not taking the form of anything describable.
The Phoenix changed back into the form of Eldrad. On his waist was but one almost dull spiritstone. It had but a tiny flicker remaining in its center and this allowed his spirit to endure. Eldrad laughed and pointed at Slaanesh "Today is not the day of my death... Today is the day of my rebirth! And it shall begin with your defeat!" He raised the mental image of the Staff of Ulthamar and pointed it at Slaanesh "For Ulthwe!"
Eldritch energy soared through the air onto the chaotic blob and it dissipated removing the corruption of Slaanesh from both his mind and the Talismans Power Core. "Finally... Free." Eldrad awoke from his slumber in a large chair attached to the Power Core. Luckily for Eldrad the forces of Chaos did not roam the Fortress and this would allow him safe passage to Ulthwe.
His mind was still connected to the Fortress Power Core but he would be able to control it from this chair with mere mental pushes. "Slaanesh will pay for his sadistic pleasure..."
Here is the original and the ones following are not links.
awritersrecluse.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=su&action=display&thread=290&page=1
((Talisman of Vaul AKA: Blackstone Fortress warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Blackstone_Fortress))
+++Deep within the last Talisman of Vaul, 005.M42+++
Darkness was all that was inside the Ancient Talisman of Vaul. It was speculated that the magnificent weapon was created by the mysterious Eldar or their god Vaul. Eldrad Ulthran sat down on a large chair trapped within the Talismans Power Core. Only a few years ago was he tricked and his mind ensnared in the Talismans Power Core. It was the work of none other than Slaanesh. Eldrad had been the plaything for the god for exactly six unlucky years and today was almost certain to be no different. Six was in fact Slaanesh favourite and sacred number. Only six years after the great Farseer was trapped was he to be destroyed by the chaotic power of Slaanesh.
The Farseer knew the time that had passed to the day and the number of times he had been tortured. But what he did not know was what the future held for him. His divinations into the future were constantly interrupted and for the entire years that passed he had no time to foresee the future.
Eldrad convulsed as pain went through his spine again and again. It was a wonder he was still alive. Suddenly another strike of pain connected with his body but this time one of the small waystones on his armour dulled. Blood began to bleed out of his nose and only a single spiristone was left retaining but a mere flicker. Eldrads soul would endure if even a tiny spark remained on but one of his spiritstones.
His physical form he was in perfect condition apart from the mere nose bleed. But his mind had been almost destroyed by Slaanesh and his spirit was in even worse form. His spirit was now hanging on a thread before it could be ripped from his body. Very soon that very fate he so feared would happen.
Inside his mind he faced the Chaos God of Pleasure and Pain staring him down in his chosen manifested form. Eldrad was clothed in mere rags and Slaanesh was currently in the form of a towering female wearing a glowing black dress. "Eldrad... You have lost... Do you have any last words Farseer?" Eldrad let loose a single tear and looked up at Slaanesh.
The Farseer did not know what the future held for him at this point. But with Slaanesh now waiting for his last words he was able to conduct the divination in his mind. In mere seconds a billion possibilities were played through his mind. Several billion paths to choose. The future was never set for a Farseer of the Eldar no matter the odds.
Eldrad winced at the pain and opened his mouth "Destroy me Slaanesh... Soon Ynnead will have you..." Slaanesh laughed "Ynnead??? You think I can be defeated by a god of the Eldar? Your very deaths spawned me! Do you think that with more deaths from your race that you will not cause me to gain in strength?" She grinned raising her hand and pointed her long fingernail at Eldrad. Pink and Purple Chaos energies flowed from her fingernail striking Eldrad leaving the behind mere ashes of the once great Farseer.
The spiritstone on his physical body flickered and waned but what Slaanesh did not see was a tiny little light remaining inside the red stone. The Chaos God closed her eyes and turned around to face the sky in Eldrads mind. "Finally... the spirit of the great Farseer of Ulthwe... Is mine..." She cackled continuously laughing and howling. The dark god of pleasure finally had what she... or was it what he wanted?
The ashes of Eldrad were dark black. The wind in his mind began to pick up but the ashes were stuck to the ground. They began to kindle and from the ashes rose a giant fiery bird. Its wings were blazing hot and it had a kind of wise look on its face. The phoenix screeched and swooped Slaanesh. The chaos god began to turn but its back was struck. Its form began to melt changing but was not taking the form of anything describable.
The Phoenix changed back into the form of Eldrad. On his waist was but one almost dull spiritstone. It had but a tiny flicker remaining in its center and this allowed his spirit to endure. Eldrad laughed and pointed at Slaanesh "Today is not the day of my death... Today is the day of my rebirth! And it shall begin with your defeat!" He raised the mental image of the Staff of Ulthamar and pointed it at Slaanesh "For Ulthwe!"
Eldritch energy soared through the air onto the chaotic blob and it dissipated removing the corruption of Slaanesh from both his mind and the Talismans Power Core. "Finally... Free." Eldrad awoke from his slumber in a large chair attached to the Power Core. Luckily for Eldrad the forces of Chaos did not roam the Fortress and this would allow him safe passage to Ulthwe.
His mind was still connected to the Fortress Power Core but he would be able to control it from this chair with mere mental pushes. "Slaanesh will pay for his sadistic pleasure..."
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