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[b][i]Chapter 1.4 - The Last Supper[/i][/b] [i] A great feast is hosted by the Summoner for his guests aboard his starship, the Bloodwrath. The Chamber of Souls is where the feast takes place, an area previously off limits to the general population of the ship. Hundreds of massive, ebony tables are aligned in rows, with enough seats to feed ten thousand men. The seating is not assigned, and the participants are encouraged to mingle with each other. The guests file in and takes seats at the table, the process takes several minutes. As the guests file in, they are taken aback by the stunning beauty of this chamber. Hundreds of lavishly painted murals of human history stand out from the black marble walls, each painted on giant banisters of the finest cloth. They are lit by a single, astoundingly massive chandelier of glowing soul gems, each one shining a different color and casting vibrant rays of light. The chandelier levitates in the center of the giant chamber. [b]A giant painting of Fulgrim, the once noble Primarch of the Emperors Children, hangs above the massive door - his features Phoenician and utterly perfect. His long white hair is drapes over his broad shoulders, accentuating his pale face... But his eyes... There is something about this painting that is utterly horrifying. Those who know the story of Fulgrim are appalled to see the painting in the room, and know what it actually represents.[/b] The feast begins. Servitors in black, silky robes file in bringing an unending variety of exotic and outlandish treats. They are served on platters of pure gold, each one priceless and one of a kind, inscribed with ancient languages - most dead and forgotten. The silverware, also pure gold, is inlayed with diamonds that catch the light as the guests dig in, from the Summoner's view from the master table, elevated above the others, it looks like an ocean at sunset, reflecting multicolored beams of light. Multiple hosts of rune priests spread out amongst the guests, spreading a musky yet sweet smelling incense laced with powerful psychedelic properties that relax the guests as well as alter their perception to make the experience totally unforgettable and unbelievably pleasurable. The Summoner stands at his table and the room goes silent. "Honored guests, this is the Chamber of Souls. It is the birthplace of both legions that stand among you today. It is our mutual home, and we welcome you to this feast to put aside our differences for the sake of the circumstances. Although once sworn enemies, today the Imperial Death Angels of Sarris-Sanguine, and my Legion of Darkness come together to honor our agreement of cease fire.. And it comes at a time of turmoil. Tomorrow many of you will descend into the depths of this mighty ship and many of you will not return. So tonight, we honor you with this last supper." Says the Summoner as he holds up a diamond chalice. "To the dead!" Shouts the Summoner as he takes a gulp of exotic wine. "To the living!" He shouts again, taking another drink. "And to the afterlife!" He shouts as he takes finishes the chalice of wine. Music begins playing, it's tune is strong and inspiring, and the psychedelic effects of the incense give the sound profound depth - those that hear it never forget this moment as long as they live. [b]They will remember this last moment of peace, for after the quarantine is opened, peace will be no more.[/b] [/i] [spoiler]open to all, mingle with each other. [/spoiler]
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  • [b][i]"It is merely a possibility. Although it is likely, there are many variables to consider. The deciding factor is the Bloodwrath's motives. All of us are subject to its will." Says the Summoner, admitting that he has as much control over the starship as you.[/i][/b]

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  • *Uune considers this quietly before proceeding in a slightly quieter tone* "If you wish to seize control of this freight I may be able to assist you in that, I have claimed a minuscule portion as my own domain; however it is merely one room rather a larger section... But it is a start."

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  • [b][i]"The guts of this ship are a slaughter ground, a free for all of demons and monsters. The others are not permitted to enter the shadows of the ship, their lives are more important and the sacrifice would be wasted should they die." Says the Summoner. "However, if you were to clear out a section somewhere, we could capture more for the sacrifice... This would please Slaanesh."[/i][/b]

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  • "You know I am displeased with serving that of my enemy; who is to say I will not become a sacrifice myself? I do not believe an enemy matching the power of a god. Though I don't exactly register within the warp."

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  • "It is my understanding that those who align their interests with that of the gods are spared death, and given great power... But you must prove yourself worthy. Few are chosen to become champions of chaos, but the trials of the champion are near suicide. You'll need allies." Says the Summoner.

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  • "I will have my allies with..." He pauses looking at a soul floating above near the ceiling. "....and within me summoner."

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  • Abaddon was not eating, he was observing. The psychedelic properties of the chamber having no effect on him, he knew the grim truth. He was looking at a particular painting. He was interested in the ones of human history, recognizing things others but him and his fellow Sins would understand. He was twirling one of the utensils, a golden knife, in his right hand, his other in the pocket of his leather jacket.

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  • [b][i]A conversation distracts you for a split second, and from the corner of your eye, you see the painting move. You look back, and the eyes stare right at you.. Or are you just seeing things. [/i][/b]

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  • He stares back, seemingly unaffected by the visions. He mumbles something to himself as he begins to walk amongst the art, twirling the knife.

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  • [b][i]It is art of the finest quality, you begin to wonder about the materials used - you discover the answer, and immediately wish you hadn't.[/i][/b]

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  • He just grins like the psychopath he is. "At least they're resourceful."

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  • [b][i]Your eyes find the painting of Fulgrim. Fulgrim's eyes find you. The great noise of the chamber drifts away from your mind as if you were being pulled under water. Your extremities go numb then begin to tingle as if you're losing control of your body. The painting's eyes open wider.. And wider... And wider.... AND WIDER..... Your mind explodes out of your body as if it was shot from a cannon. It beams through the air of the chamber directly towards the painting but time slows down to a stand still as Fulgrim makes eye contact with your mind's eye. You're soul is about to be devoured. In slow motion, his mouth opens, dislodging and opening far too wide. In the back of his throat you see a churning maelstrom of warp energy, spinning like a great hurricane. At the center of the abyss, you see stars of a distant galaxy. The view gets larger and larger until something deflects your mind. Your mind veers off to the side and bounces off a warding rune inlayed invisibly on the wall, then heads back toward your body - you see the demon in the painting now. The painting is alive. Your mind slams back into your body, hurling you backwards through the air and crashing into a table of chaos legionnaires. The stand and draw their weapons and the whole chamber looks at you. [/i][/b]

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  • After an experience that would drive any man mad, Abaddon just looked bored, like he's dealt with this before. He got up with no effort, not a scratch on him, and nonchalantly pushed the Chaos Legionaries aside. He began to leave the room.

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  • [b][i]The feast continues in your absence.[/i][/b]

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  • Thomas Brantley grudgingly attended, he did not dare touch the food. A heretic's blessing was an ill omen, especially when food was concerned. His fellow guardsmen also abstained. Yet they were not the only ones in attendance, there was the slight shimmering in a shadowy corner of the room. Fleetmaster Vaha Zozum watched the humans as they ate. The disunity was interesting, humans squabbled like children quite often.

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  • "Care to show yourself? I can feel you watching." *A small human female with hair the color of gold studies the paintings nearby, while appearing to be addressing the Fleetmaster*

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  • The Sangheili obliged her, revealing himself, clad in silver armor and equipped with a plasma rifle and energy sword. "Human, you have a good eye. Yet why are you here and not with the others?"

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  • "The music, it is focused more over there." *She motions to the center of the room, where the majority of the 'guests' are.* "As for why I am here... You are a warrior of great skill, that much I can tell. You can obviously ignore the effects of whatever they are using as well, so that tells me you are somewhat more reliable than the rest." *She stops spinning the knife and tosses it over her shoulder onto a nearby table, a wistful expression on her face.* "I'm sure even the gems on the silverware are spelled." *She looks at you for the first time, sizing you up with an odd look.* "Unless you want me calling you David, I would like the honor of knowing your name."

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  • Edited by General Percival: 4/26/2016 3:05:24 AM
    This human had some manners at least. He towered above her but made the human gesture of shaking a hand. "My name is Vaha Zozum, shipmaster of the Glorious redemption. What is your name? And who is David?"

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  • *She takes his hand, his larger one enveloping hers, yet she has a firm, controlled grip, odd for a human.* "Buffy Summers-Carter, leader of SG-12, USAF. You seemed like a David kind of person, alien, thing." *She releases his hand and walks over to stand next to him, facing the rest of the room* "Shipmaster, huh? Care to elaborate?"

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  • "I am equivalent to what you call a captain. I command a warship, a battlecruiser." He looked at the smaller figure besides him. This one was different yet he did not know why, he'd have to keep an eye on her to be sure.

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  • "Impressive. Was it only you who was brought here, or were there others?" *The human- Buffy -seemed to have the same kind of presence that Zozum only felt around experienced warriors. A definite mystery.*

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  • "I have some warriors with me here, I was not on my ship when I was taken that is all I remember."

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  • "Unfortunate. I alone was taken."

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  • "Do you remember it? Being taken, neither I nor my men do. Our phantom is in the hanger but we can not leave."

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