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Paths, once separated Paths, again merged ---The Realm of the Eye-- --Timestamp: Inconclusible-- --Vessel: The Cheoroptys-- The ship was ancient, one of the first to leave Terra on what would blossom into the Great Crusade. In many ways it was vile. In many ways it was beautiful. It stank of wet bones and rotten blood, yet in the dim, yellow light a plethora of crystals, ornaments and paintings shone. It was enticing to explore this ship, or so at least Epyom thought. He had spent many hours wandering these hallways, imagining just what battles this vessel must have seen in this ancient, mythical era that the Horus Heresy was. He knew nothing of it, for he was born to a very young chapter: the Scythes of the Emperor. Over long and convoluted threads of fate, he had found himself in the servitude of the Black Legion. Today he was leading a visitor to his master. Epyom felt his skin crawl and his horns tingle as the visitor's psychic mind washed over him. He was instructed not to speak to the visitor, under no circumstances. He would escort the person in question to Lord-Magister Enkidu and then leave. He was not to be privy to any discussion, dialogue or other form of communication between the visitor and other parties. Truth be told, the silence was uncomfortable, despite Epyom preffering to walk and think in silence. This queazy feeling was not exactly lessened by the constant mental prodding of the visitor. It was very hard to surpress his power claw from sparking up out of frustration. Luckily, they were close. http://i411.photobucket.com/albums/pp194/hodoalmir/_20161204_174340_zps7uoq8t6z.jpg Shades of magenta and cyan, gold and black, grey and red. The vastness of the ephemereal realm was captivating. Enkidu felt himself breathe in the half-reality of the Eye, just as much as he felt his pulse and his body, yet here he was unshackled from all mortal concerns. Here he was a storm of glass, shimmering in colours unknown to mortal senses, a symphony of tones unheard. Minor predators of the nether drew close to him from time to time, but his stare was sufficient to light them aflame and cast them back into the iridiscent darkness. Indeed, the warp was beautiful. He had known that since he was a child, since he peered into the realm beyond the Terran dust and grime. In Rabiah's necropoles he was born and fashioned into a killing machine. His mind would only be tempered much later, upon the beautiful plane of Prospero. Tizca, how beautiful it had been. Not twisted and tainted, like now, but shapely and pure. He had not visitied the Planet of Sorcerers in a long, long time. He hated it. The inactivity, the nostalgia and despair that clung to every brick and being sickened Enkidu. Now, he only served the Warmaster and he was quite content with it. Abbadon rewarded his loyal subjects quite well. Tomes, weapons, bodies. All any warlord could wish for. It also allowed for revenge. Enkidu observed his right arm, a beautifully sculpted avian claw, both in this yonder-realm and in real-space. A son of the lion had injured him in the age of the scouring. A chaplain-interrogator of sorts. Millenia later, Enkidu would raid a ship of the Consecrator chapter and find out that this very chaplain had suffered horrendous injuries and served as a dreadnought. He slew him in his infant-like sleep and claimed his skull-helm from the reliquiary as a trophy. A satisfying raid indeed. Some would call Enkidu petty and foolish to indulge in such forms of revenge. Then again, he had never claimed to be above such things. A visitor was coming to him, he felt the immense presence of a mind equal if not superior to his own. Enkidu still had all the time of eternity to wander the un-realm. http://i411.photobucket.com/albums/pp194/hodoalmir/_20161204_174409_zps1iiko7yt.jpg The door shut behind him with a soft, purring sound. To the ungifted mind, this room was dark and lightless but to his elevated mind it was illuminated in faint green and blue. Circles and runes were etched into the silver floor and hummed with a gentle hymn. The craftsmanship behind this was immense and there were maybe, apart from the visitor, a handful of people left in the galaxy that were capable of doing this. The higher Prosperine arts were, sadly, dying out as they mostly served esoteric or artistic purpose. Much like this ritual which, if the visitor remembered correctly, allowed for the caster to traverse the vastness of the empyrean and expirience all of the sensory treasures held within it. He waited paitently, staring at the hooded figure in the middle of the circle, indulging this ship's master wish for leisure activities. Enkidu had changed a lot in the last nine millenia. His mind had grown incredibly strong and calm, like a vast sea. He also had quite a few more overt mutations to show. The claw and the bristling wings on his power-pack were the most obvious. Curiously enough, he did not smell rancid like many other mutants did. Warm light spread in the room as candles light up. Enkidu rose to his feet, his mutated hand gently clasping a Prosperine warglaive. "Greetings Ekidnu, Sorcerer of the Black Legion" The visitor spoke "Greetings Ahriman, hailed as the greatest amongst our kind" Enkidu spoke softly, the first words he had uttered in months "What brings you here?" "I wish to learn" http://i411.photobucket.com/albums/pp194/hodoalmir/_20161204_174151_zpsapw30kab.jpg ---------------------- So, with the advent of the new Thousand Sons figures, I've finally managed to get back properly into 40k, as Chaos Space Marines were and still are my favorite army of all times. The new Rubricae struck me as perfect for a Black Legion, tzeentch-esque chosen group, so I bought some and begun converting and kitbashing them. This thread will feature chaos of all sorts, not just black legion and not just Tzeentch, though they will most likely be the start. I've also made this thread in order to separate my own content a bit, as I felt that my other thread should slowly return to its original Horus Heresy content. So, here you'll also see a Bloodthirster I've been promising for quite some time. Hope you like the stuff, have a nice day!