Why surrender to the chaos gods

[refuse]

LAP; Heretic at Large, has returned.....

 

The followers of Slaanesh are hungry you're right, and it is a decadent hunger. It is a hunger that forces us on to slay all those before us.

 

Unless the desire of Slaanesh encourages you to try every sensation, even the worship of foreign gods, then it is not your patron you are serving. It seems that you have already been tainted by the call of Khorne. How ironic is it that your 'desire' forces you to slay all those that you can. Does not a true follower of Slaanesh savour every taste, every touch, every embrace? Or is it not truly Slaanesh whom you are serving?

Ah my dear servant of Khorne ,you have returned.

Each desire is the provence of Slaanesh.

The blood spilt for only the spilling sake is the dedication of Khorne.

 

When the minions of the bloody handed ones kill only for killings sake, then Khorne is fed.

When the servants of Slaanesh slays those before them, not for the blood, but for the pure gratification of the kill, then it is Slaanesh who is empowered.

 

Do not think this makes us weaker against those who have already gorged themselves on the starters and now sit at the table of war unable to consume the main course of resplendant battles yet to come. It makes us stronger!

 

So it is the hunger, the ever-constant, unquenchable hunger, that is your strength? If this is to believe let it also be known that the 'hunger' of Slaanesh is also your weakness. You are bound to your desires, addicted to them, unable to free or restrain yourselves. Enslaved by them. You are more of a pawn than the followers of Tzeentch.

Ah, a strength and a weakness. Service is such. As I am sure you know those that serve pay the price, of service. Regardless of what that price is.

 

Do you believe the cost to high? Then service is not yours.

But even life has its cost. You are in service to living. Your hunger for food, a cost of life, will also be your weakness.

 

As before, and as again, we are all slaves. The difference is those who know it, and those who deny it. Are you not a slave to your body? Are you not a slave to your thoughts?

 

Are not the entirety of humanity the pawns of Tzeentch? Would you not be a fool to understand that all things, all actions could be the work of Tzeentch. Perhaps even this conversation.

 

It is true that the followers of the Khorne are tied to their blood rituals and the worship of Khorne. But it is true that our hunger for battle strengthens us, as we will not be sated until our enemy is defeated. Unlike you, followers of Slaanesh, whose hunger will not be sated until it has consumed yourselves.

And when all enemies are slain, your blades will be turned upon yourselves, and when there is but one last of you, will that one deny Khorne their own blood? Their own skull? Is not his desire to serve Khorne his weakness?

Will not your blood rituals and the worship of Khorne be that which consumes you?

As I know service, and you know service, to even think at the end, you might question if you would offer up your own blood, you would spend the whole of eternity as a spawn.

We have both placed our feet upon the path of service, and the only outcome is complete service, either as spawn, or what we may become.

 

We are the hunting hound to Khorne's pet poodle, the agonising torment to Nurgle's piddling malady and the raging hurricane to Tzeentch's summer breeze. We are Slaanesh and we are the death of all that face us.

 

You compare yourselves to the hounds of Khorne? Your deity encourages you to fight for only your pleasures, not with rage in your hearts and lust for bloodshed. Whilst the chosen of Khorne take skulls and shed blood the followers of Slaanesh are left behind them, satisfying their desires. What you proclaim as your greatest strength will often prove to be your undoing.

Ah, your point again.

We slay with lusts, and rage. But not just for the reasons you would desire.

 

And if it is blood and death that you desire, then perhaps it is not Slaanesh that you are following.

 

You compare yourselves to Nurgle's pestilence? Torment is but one facet of disease. Pain and pleasure are but one to the followers of Slaanesh, be it your desire to fulfill your passion for either. But you cannot compare to the suffering of Father Nurgle, whose plagues and poxes bring suffering to all they touch.

Ah, we do not bring pain and suffering, only the satisfaction of our own desires. The glorification of Slaanesh.

 

It is true that the desires of the pleasure-lords of Slaanesh bring suffering to many. But that is not your objective, and so it can never be completely fulfilled. You desire pleasure for youselves, not suffering unto others.

Ah, can any ever be fulfilled? Would there be any fun in that?

I had the whole world at my feet, what conquests would be left? What desires to be sated?

 

And to Tzeentch's maelstrom of change? If the desires of the followers of Slaanesh change so frequently on a whim, then how can you expect to control yourselves, whether upon the battlefield upon it? You call the followers of Khorne single-minded, but that allows us to concentrate on our goal, and to completely and utterly fulfill it. [q/uote]Should I control myself?

Should I feel a desire to control?  Wouldn't control be an obstacle to my self interest?  Why would I ever do that?

 

Ah, the delicious flavour of a tainted soul!

A subject we agree on.

 

And now for one of the most potent speakers of the decadent one, the Refuse of the Imperium himself!:

So is it release that you believe that your desire will grant you? Release from what? From the Imperium? You may have been released from it shackles through so many other paths. From Slaanesh? But it is Slaanesh who has enslaved you, through this 'desire'.

Have I asked for release? No a life of service and experience, more then I could ask for.

 

Or do you seek release from your own darkness? Does one shred of understanding remain which tells you that your desire and worship of Slaanesh does not grant you the freedom that you wish?

Ah, again, service is infinate freedom, and infinate slavery.

Slaves to Darkness. Service is slavery, life is slavery. Expressing and experience.

 

You are enslaved by your desires. Slaves to Darkness are we all, most of all the followers of Slaanesh. Freedom is simply an allusion of the mind conjured up by the flagrant whims of your patron.

Ah, your speech reflects upon yourself.

My service? My freedom?

Your service, your freedom.

Terrible reflections of each other.

 

And if you accept your bondage then why do you proclaim release?

For I know the truth, all of life is bondage. I have chosen my form of bondage. I have set myself free by understanding and choosing my bondage.

The truth is often times had to accept.

Each and every living being is a slave.

 

Truly the worship of Khorne does not grant us freedom. Yet I acknowledge and accept that. No, I embrace the fact. For in the service of Khorne we are bound by our constraints, but these serve to enhance our ability of carrying out our task, the destruction of our foes and (in turn) the destruction of the Imperium. What purpose does your 'desire' help you serve? Does it help you in your 'release'? Or simply to serve your own pleasures? And of what good is that service to us, to the Crusade, and to the death of the Imperium?

Why that is simple.

It is of no use. I do not claim it to be, I haven't.

I am not sure why you think I have service to anything other then Slaanesh, and my desires.

 

 

 

In the hordes of Slaanesh I see hunger. A decadent hunger so great that it holds sway over the abilities of its self appointed 'Champions'.

 

Ah, and our desire will consume the the imperium.

 

Or will it consume yourselves?

It will consume all it touches.

[Alpharius]

[refuse]

Ah, you miss the whole point.

I am the epicenter of it. The calm of the storm, the focal point of the power. I am the being that gave it life, and shall be its instrument of it upon the universe.

When all before me is consumed, I too shall be consumed. When there is nothing left, then it shall turn upon me.

There is the juxtaposition that I stand upon, and I look into the void with full knowledge upon me. And still I step happily into the void.

 

If you need a simpler answer I shall rephrase it.

 

I am fully aware of the choices we made when our legion went to Chaos, of the cost of following Fulgrim.

 

Of why I know this, and of who I am, I shall give you a quick synapses.

 

I was created with the first of the Emperor's Children. I was trained by the finest that humanity had. I was created as the Emperor created the Primachs. We were created from the genetic material of the primachs, the pure source, before they were snatched by the hand of Chaos.

 

We were sworn to the Emperor, a force of his will. We cut his word across the galaxy. We stood upon countless reunited worlds, in the service to the Emperor. We were the force of his words, our might was his gaze.

 

The Emperor's Children were subject to a terrible misfortune, we lost the DNA of the primach, there would be no more of us. We would be the last, and when Fulgrim was found, he would have no Legion. But still we fought as we always had, were wer the Children of the Emperor, and if even one of us fought in his name, then the universe would tremble. We redoubled our efforts, each of us mastering all of the various skills of the Emperor's Marines. We each learned to be Apothicaries, Chaplain, Tech and assault. For any situation, each marine knew all the skills, and was as proficent as if they had specialized. Each of us knew that we might be that last marine, and the banner of the Emperor's Children, of all the marines that had come before would be held just as proudly by the last, as all those before them.

 

Then the Dark Angel Primach was found, and the secret of Gene-sperm was created. But still those of the Emperor's Children were the last of the originals, and we had not found our primach. The race to find Fulgrim, and save the Legion was on. We would be the last True Marines, but now there was new hope for the legion, if the Fulgrim could be found. Even with our reduced numbers we did not hold back. Ours was not the way of the coward, if each of us were dead in the service to the emperor, that would be the a fair cost, and the Emperor never disgraced us by holding in reserve, always were we at the front, truely the Children of the Emperor.

 

Then Fulgrim was found, and the legion could be rebuilt. We numbered only 200 surviving Marines. Each of us had mastered all of the skills of the marine. We could not afford to specialize, we could not expect one marine to do any job, always would we do each job that came. And Fulgrim was pleased with the the Marines that carried his genetics.

 

We travelled with Fulgrim, our clone father. We rebuilt the legion with the new Space Marines, the children of the gene-sperm. We fougth along side and taught Fulgrim what it meant to be an Emperor's Children marine, and he demanded that all Emperor's Children would follow our ideals, for they were Fulgrims.

 

And we did not rest for a whole legion to be created. We took positions with the Lunar Wolves, always fighting from the front, always serving our destiny.

 

And the first Great Companies were raised, Eidelon took command of the first of the new marines. As each Great Company was raised it was lead by an original Emperor's Child. Thus we led from the front. When the 29th Great Company was created, I was given the command of it. At the time only 70 original marines were left. We were each an equal, but so much more then the new Marines. I was now the 29th oldest marine in service to the Emperor and Fulgrim.

 

At the raising ceremony, the Emperor spoke, as he had at all the previous ones. His word was law, and his commandments were a force unto themselves. And at that seremony, the Emperor bade me.

 

"You have never failed me in your service, you have never let my word go unfulfilled. Now serve Fulgrim as you have served me. For his word is my will and now serve him above all others."

 

And to those words I did. I had sworn my service to the Emperor, and now that service was Fulgrim. Across the galaxy I went again, this time as Lord Commander. A Great Company was my might now. Every where I went, the word of Fulgrim was carried.

 

Then the Warmaster was changed. How this happen is still uknown to me, but when Fulgrim met him, he two was changed. When I met with Fulgrim he explained to me the new tasks. He knew that only his word need be given, as it was my service to him.

 

So we turned upon our once allies. And we set our sites on Terra. But Fulgrim did not order Terra to fall, he only ordered the service to Slaanesh. And thus like no other did Terra stand when the Emperor's Children invaded.

 

We had destroyed star systems, and planets. Fulgrim's will was like no others. We did not blindly attack systems, we did not lay siege alone, we were the Emepror's Children. But the order was never give, only to serve Slaanesh. And like my brothers, we did. Many with eyes as open as mine. We were in the service to Slaanesh, but not blinded to what we were doing. We came to Terra, and served Slaanesh.

 

When the Emperor's Children left Terra, and Fulgrim released the Lord Commanders to their own commands Fulgrim said to me:

"I release you upon the galaxy, you now serve Slaanesh. Fail not the Emperor's Children to the annals of history, keep them alive, and never fail your duty."

 

And there you have my existance. Purely of service, laid bare. Slavery, or enlightnement, I have never flinched, never falted. I had not partaken with the warmaster, and never swore duty to him, as so many others had. His call of arms falls deafly upon me, for my duty lies with my first unbreakable oath. Through a chain of duty.

 

Even the siren calls of Slaanesh, could notnot prevent that.

 

It would be a release from service, if I was oblivious to the truth of what I do. It would be a pompous lie if I told you that I did not do all that I have done with pure awareness of every action. I am not blinded by Chaos, I have spent these 10 Millenium compiling all that I could about the truth of nature, the truth of Chaos, the pure truths in the universe.

 

I am the abomination of the universe, a human daemon fully aware of their actions, soley concerned with the outcome, uncaring of the costs. Service the only justification.

 

I have viewed each and every action, compiling a library of this knowledge. I have studdied the Infernal Powers. While I serve Slaanesh as my master, I am not her Thrall, nor does she demand this of me.

 

There are truths to the galaxy, to the nature of the universe. Truths carved into human flesh, the owners of the flesh, carving the truths in their own flesh. And these I will know.

 

I have studied, the fall of the Legions. The Major and minor powers. I have observed the servants of the gods, of other races. For this is what the Emperor Children were. Complete and perfect, nothing left to chance.

 

So when I tell you my desire, the desires of the Emperor's Children will consume all, we are, and always have been the implement of the will. The force of our masters.

 

Slaves to Darkness.

 

+++ edited spelling and gramatics. As well as some broken thoughts.

[The Angelus Sanctus]

Out of Character

 

Darn.. this thread is alive once more, and as usual Refuse is in the lead for the Prince of Pleasure... :)

[LAP]

Don't just let Refuse do all the talking for you! We need as many damn Slaanesh opponents as possible!

 

Although that last one was really good, Refuse. Alpharius makes a one-sentence reply and you go and write all that :) .

[Alpharius]

This seems to be a slash of the titans event, so I'll sit it out for a bit.

 

LAP: I was just trying to get as many quotes in a post as I could :)

[refuse]

But we need a dark and sinister person.

 

LAP and I are 4 colors. We are the old comic book characters, archetypes. We are cult.

 

We need some dark mystery, like the Hydra of the Alpha Legion!

 

Or some changers of ways.

 

Lets go Chaos Lords, get the blood flowing before the eye fully opens!

 

C is for the Chill you give me

H is for the hots I feel

A is for Abbadon

O is for the open eye

S is for the slaves we'll take.

 

What does it all spell? Chaos, chaos!

[Mattias]

Hi i thought id give it ago and try and stir things up a bit, apologies for the poor literary standard, no apologies for my faith in the emperor, heretics. Well here goes:

 

I come upon a group of children hiding in the dark, vainly making noise to drown out the voice of their hearts. The voice that in the still and the quiet gnaws at your resolve as your delusions are swallowed by your fear. I look at you heretics, you who have fallen so far from the emperors light and i feel nothing but contempt.

You who once felt the power of the vision of humanity and its place amongst the stars that was the emperors greatest gift, now lie shivering and alone untouched by its warmth.

It is a kindness to end your suffering with bolt and blade and only at the end as your soul flies to eternal damnation will you understand.

As the light leaves your eyes you will see only regrets, of sensations unexperienced, of blood unshed, of worlds untouched by pestilence and fear, of power unachieved. Your life will be as bitter ashes upon your tongue and your passing unmourned.

Only then at the end will you realise that lasting satisfaction and fulfillment can only be achieved in the prosecution of ones duty in furtherance of the cause of humanity. You will cast your mind back to the days when the warm sense of purpose sustained you as you battled to ensure mankinds eternal legacy amongst the stars, and you will weep tears of blood that you could have let your weaknesses drive you so far from the true path.

 

I will return and continue your enlightenment on another eve in order that you may have some understanding of the gift we will bring you should you venture from the dark of the eye, the gift of release.

 

Epistolary Decado

Commander M.C.T. Unyielding Faith

Dark Angels Chapter

 

Thought for the day: Only in death does duty end.

[Ashasan]

Well well, another lapdog of the Corpse has come among us.

An Angel of Darkness no less. How ironic that we are now being chastised by Chapter whose legion not only decimated it's own homeworld, but fully half of their brothers turned to the power of Chaos.

 

I look at you heretics, you who have fallen so far from the emperors light and i feel nothing but contempt.

Fallen from the light of a corpse? A corpse, which consumes hundreds of His servants each day? And what can a Dark Angel speak of falls from grace, when they call themselves 'The Unforgiven'. Does this not also mean that they have fallen? The contempt you feel for us is but a shade of the scorn we have for those who are so weak that they owe their allegiance to a corpse lying atop a throne of gold.

 

It is a kindness to end your suffering with bolt and blade and only at the end as your soul flies to eternal damnation will you understand.

What would you know of Damnation? What other fate is there for any soul? What other god calls your debt when the time has come, if not a God of Chaos? Perhaps not a Major Power, but there are infinite Gods, and any of them may have claim of your soul.

As the light leaves your eyes you will see only regrets, of sensations unexperienced, of blood unshed, of worlds untouched by pestilence and fear, of power unachieved. Your life will be as bitter ashes upon your tongue and your passing unmourned.

Sensations that we wish not to experience. Blood we need not shed, as it belongs not to the Imperium. Worlds that shall eventually die regardless. Power we need not, for we have our own. Our passing may not be mourned by those you see, but the followers of Chaos know that only devotion to their chosen God counts.

Only then at the end will you realise that lasting satisfaction and fulfillment can only be achieved in the prosecution of ones duty in furtherance of the cause of humanity.

The cause of humanity? That which is too weak to defend itself without the help of genetic enhanced warriors to fight its battles? Humanity has always caused its own defeat, and those who are human shall always have weakness.

You will cast your mind back to the days when the warm sense of purpose sustained you as you battled to ensure mankinds eternal legacy amongst the stars, and you will weep tears of blood that you could have let your weaknesses drive you so far from the true path.

It was not our weakness, but the weakness of the Imperium, that drove us from the "true path". Had the Emperor had the foresight he required to rule, he would've kept a tighter leash on the fool, Horus. But no, the Emperor let his trust get in the way, that was his own weakness. That sign of weakness allowed the events of 10 millennia ago happen. That lack of foresight shows that mankind's legacy should not be as a unified whole, but as smaller, self sufficent realms. We shall weep not tears of blood, nor any tears, for we shall accomlish our goals, wether Abaddon's 13th Crusade succeeds, or if it takes another 10 millennia.

 

I will return and continue your enlightenment on another eve in order that you may have some understanding of the gift we will bring you should you venture from the dark of the eye, the gift of release.

You shall inflict this gift on us should we leave the Eye? What of those who have never entered the Eye? What of those, who even now work against you from inside your borders? What of Alpha Legion? What of your Fallen brothers who lead their own groups?

 

What can the Imperium do against those who watch from the inside, apart from always looking over your shoulder, always wondering when we will reveal ourselves...when will we show you how corrupt your precious Imperium really is...

 

Leave this place, Angel of Darkness, destroyer of Caliban, slave to a corpse. Your stench is not required here, we have the Death Guard for that. :)

[LAP]

To the Slaves of Desire:

 

[LAP]

Hey! Do not let this thread be forgotten again!

 

Oh well. It always comes back in the end. :) And now it's Gravis :lol: .

[refuse]

To my infernal fellow of Khorne,

 

Once again I find my greatest enemy in the armys of Khorne. Truley we see the parallels of the universe. For any force, there will always be an opposite. Truley, you once agin prove the fact there is only one truth in the universe, that nothing is true.

 

Now to your points:

Are you truly the creator of your desire?

It was our desires that gave the formless chaos force. It is our desires/actions that bring the attnetions of our patrons to us. Are we the instigator of our patrons attentions, or are we randomly chosen by the chaos gods.

 

From my experiences and experimentation, it is our actions that bring us into the province of our powers. So yes, I am the creator, and primogen of my desires.

 

Does your mind remain the same from the years of service upon the path of Chaos?

Ah, my body is not the same as before I became a marine, my body is not the same as before I fell to the service of Chaos. Would I assume my mind the same? Even from a physiological stand point, I would answer no. So from the standpoint of am I jaded by such a long service, and thus changed, I would answer of course.

 

The years of service shows only one thing, we become less of what we were, but more of what we are. All that is useless is gone, leaving only that wihc can survive. Anything else would have damned us to spawndom long ago.

 

Or are these illusions of desire, illusions of pleasure, simply illusions and nothing more, crafted by the hand that feeds you, that controls you, that allows you life, that of Slaanesh, the Prince of Desire.

Ah the illusion of free will.

Now that disucsion could last another millenium.

 

But such is the nature of such service. You and I both know that the end will come. Whether the service has been worth the end, is another question, son of Slaanesh.

Now that question I would not hesitate to ask.

For even that might create the thought that damns you to Spawndom. What may or may not be the fate of those that think to question their service, it is a question best not asked.

 

I doubt that all the followers of Emperor's Children, even Fulgrim himself, truly knew the cost of his choice.

Ah, while true, it was also a statement indicating that the choice was one of betrayal, to deny all that one was was, and to enter into a world of eternal service, service that goes beyond death.

That is what I was implying. The end of brotherhood, and the cost of eternal service.

 

The rest of your communication is salve to my understanding. I do find the truths of the universe to be quite interesting. The most interesting is that each observer finds the truths to be only in their own. But in the end, they are all the same.

[Crovan]

||A vid-screen activates, and a static-filled picture of a shadowy room lit by torches in sconces upon the wall fills the viewing area. A dark form steps from the shadows. The massive form of a Space Marine emerges into the light of the room. His armor is the color of burnished steel, with gold chasing the trim lines and the iconography upon its plates. The newcomers head is covered in long, jet black hair, and steely eyes stare from a pallid face at the Champions of the gods, watching them bicker. A sword as black as the darkest pits of Hell hangs from his belt, as does an ornate, ancient bolt pistol. His helm, not unlike that of the ancient knights of Terra, is held in the crook of his arm. When he begins to speak, his voice is low, yet carries the power of millennia behind it.||

 

Hello gentlemen...

 

It would seem a dark hour indeed. The forces of the gods are amassing for the largest offensive in ten thousand years, yet I find many of the most able warriors of the Great Powers arguing amongst one another. I have come at the behest of my great Primarch. Sons of Fulgrim, of Angron, of Magnus, Lorgar, and Kurze. Progeny of Alpharius, Mortarion, and Horus. Hear me. I have watched until now from the shadow, hoping that differences could be put aside in the face of a much greater goal. Each of you realizes that we cannot achieve victory without the others. Without the unstoppable red tide that is the World Eaters, it would be impossible to break Cadia. Without the subtle corruption and manipulation of the sons of Magnus, Fulgrim, and Alpharius, there would be no help for us on the inside of the Imperium. Without the implacable warriors of Grandfather Nurgle, our positions could be difficult indeed to hold. If we did not have the Night Lords to work their campaigns of terror behind enemy lines, we would find much more resistance than we will, and without the innumerable tides of daemons brought forth by the Word Bearers, our numbers would soon wane. As for my own Legion, where would this crusade be without the means to break fortifications?

 

While I hold respect for some of you, and loathing for many others, I, like my Primarch, and like the Despoiler, recognize that if our vengeance upon the Corpse Emperor is to be complete that we need to use the assets we have. In any siege, it is foolhardy to toss aside a valuable ally. Save your squabbling for later. As for myself, my Warriors have already fought and slain side by side with the Berzerkers of the World Eaters, and I must say that I respect the honor and skill which was displayed therein.

 

It has been said of my Legion that we are weak, and that the machine is powerless without the human hand. I tell you that we are the hand behind the machine. We recognize that the machine is useless without the man, and also that man is only at his fullest when at harmony with the machine. Even the proud World Eaters and Children of the Emperor make extensive use of the machine, and have found their own symbiosis.

 

Now is the time, my dark brothers. Let not your own inner conflicts cloud the overarching goal. The Imperium is weak! Their time is coming to an end! We have the power! Follow my brethren, and the citizens of the Imperium will soon know what true power is!

 

Warsmith Crovan, Captain of the Iron Vanguard, Fourth Grand Company of the Iron Warriors, Special Emissary of the Great Perturabo

 

Iron Within, Iron Without

 

<<OOC: Wow! That was fun!>>

[refuse]

Dear Warsmith Corvan,

 

Ah, the blood boils and the powers of Chaos demand obediance. The eye has opened, and the anointed one's clone son is on the move, along with the forces of the infenal.

 

If we pause to speak now, we are doing a diservice to our masters. Though many of us do not follow the child warmaster, we do follow our masters, and they demand service.

 

I am sure that many of use will use this to settle ancient grudges, but I for one will not during this time. We must avoid each other if that is the only course to stave off intercine battles. The Emperor's Children have laid plans for the future, and those plans are now in motion.

 

We will let history tell us if those plans are even remotely in the warsmiths bets interest.

[LAP]

To the eternal follower of Slaanesh:

 

Once again I find my greatest enemy in the armys of Khorne. Truley we see the parallels of the universe. For any force, there will always be an opposite. Truly, you once agin prove the fact there is only one truth in the universe, that nothing is true.

Truer words could never be spoken.

 

Are you truly the creator of your desire?

 

It was our desires that gave the formless chaos force. It is our desires/actions that bring the attnetions of our patrons to us. Are we the instigator of our patrons attentions, or are we randomly chosen by the chaos gods.

 

From my experiences and experimentation, it is our actions that bring us into the province of our powers. So yes, I am the creator, and primogen of my desires.

 

As an observer, it would seem to me that this desire that you hold in such great importance is as much a product of yourselves as it is of another race, one that has seen more ages and more debauchery than even the followers of Slaanesh, though they have repented, and paid dearly for their desire. You know of who I speak. The arrogant and enigmatic Eldar.

 

Before the Fall of the Eldar the Pantheon consisted of the ancient three, and only the three. Khorne, Tzeentch and Nurgle. As the emotions of new races stirred newer, minor gods were formed out of the shapeless clay that was Chaos. But as the potter's clay that is malformed, no longer used, they were destroyed, and retained their original, formless shape, ready to be moulded by a new nation's desires.

 

Then the Eldar Empire reached a point where it spanned galaxies. And at that point the society of this major race began its decline. Blood ran through the streets as whole civilisations were slaughtered at a whim. The Eldar mind is tuned towards the extremes, and so they sacrificed every shred of dignity to satisfy their hedonistic impulses. And as their desires formed and were carried out, deep in the warp something stirred.

 

The Chaos God Slaanesh was created by the Eldar shame. And as they continued their acts of debauchery the fledgling power was nurtured. And as it was nurtured it became stronger, influencing the Eldar, spurring their behaviour to new depths. This in turn fed Slaanesh, and in a deadly cycle the Eldar race began to decay. And the Chaos God Slaanesh grew ever thirsty for the souls of its creators and prey.

 

Finally, at the climax of the Fall, the God Slaanesh burst into being, the psychic shockwave of its entry into the warp decimating the Eldar race. Now only a few shattered remnants remain of what was once the greatest civilisation the universe has ever seen.

 

Now I come to my point. Before the Fall of the Eldar, Slaanesh as a Chaos Power did not exist. Even if he did exist in some form, the product of the early desires of Man, then he was indeed changed, moulded by the Eldar desires in his initiation into the pantheon. And so it would seem that the Eldar, the fallen race, are the creators of this nameless desire, and not his current followers, the Emperor's Children.

 

 

Are we the instigator of our patrons attentions, or are we randomly chosen by the chaos gods.

Ah, a most contradictory statement. Or is it a question? I would dare to say that whether the patron is drawn to the individual or the individual is drawn to patron depends solely on the state of mind of the individual. Every mind has flaws, as every mind holds talents. You are drawn to the promise of pleasure, I to the killing fields of Khorne. I would say that the patron-follower realationship is mutual, each is drawn to the other by their true nature. It is the imperfections and the traits of the individual's mind that determine whether he will be drawn to the patron's service or not, as they determine whether he will hold his path or stray into the depths of spawndom.

 

From my experiences and experimentation, it is our actions that bring us into the province of our powers. So yes, I am the creator, and primogen of my desires.

 

But what is it that brings you to your actions? Are your actions due to your own consciousness, or are they due to the malign influence of the Chaos powers? Do not delude yourself with the illusion of control, it is nothing among the followers of Chaos. I believe that you are aware of that yourself.

 

And of your desire. If all this is true then are you truly the creator of your desire? Was it the product of your mind, or of your service? Was it a product of yourself, or of your patron? And if of your patron, then is it not simply the product of the flaws of the Eldar mind? For without them your god would not exist. And would your desire exist without your god?

 

The years of service shows only one thing, we become less of what we were, but more of what we are. All that is useless is gone, leaving only that which can survive. Anything else would have damned us to spawndom long ago.

Then it would seem true that the path of Chaos chosen (or abstained from) would rely on the individual's consciousness. What was created by the falseness of our former surroundings is gone, replaced by the 'truth' of our prefered surroundings, which have enhanced any traits suppressed by the falseness of Imperial service. At least our minds may have perceived it that way.

 

Ah the illusion of free will.

Now that discussion could last another millenium.

 

As may that of the illusion of control, both being one and the same. Do you choose service, or are you drawn to it?

 

Ah, while true, it was also a statement indicating that the choice was one of betrayal, to deny all that one was was, and to enter into a world of eternal service, service that goes beyond death.

That is what I was implying. The end of brotherhood, and the cost of eternal service.]To enter the service of Chaos did not mean that the Primarchs denied what they truly were. For deception would have led them through without the forsaking of their true selves. And if not, if they were truly destined for Chaos (which I believe that both of us would agree on in some way or other) then to enter the service of Chaos would not be to deny themselves, but to embrace their own destiny. To embrace themselves, their true nature laid bare. Yet I sometimes think that the minds of the Primarchs were not perfectly attuned to Chaos. That is to say that they would be drawn to it, but there would be other paths open to them. Perhaps their choice was the only own made freely. Perhaps only to some extent. Or perhaps not.

 

The rest of your communication is salve to my understanding. I do find the truths of the universe to be quite interesting. The most interesting is that each observer finds the truths to be only in their own. But in the end, they are all the same.

 

Yet the ways in which they are perceived may be wrong.

 

-LAP; Heretic at Large

[LAP]

Sorry, double post.

 

Man, this quoting system seemed messed up. Or did I do something wrong?

[drinker of blood]

OOC

this wole post is great i am kinda afraid of REFUSE now though

 

OOC

 

ALL OF YOU!!!!! WHY CANT YOU GRASP THIS SIMPLE THREAD OF KNOWLEDGE!!!!!

 

If you could ever just stop your petty pickering and focus on our true goal, the empire of man. The truth is that if we could all band together for the 13th Black Crusade of my Lord Abaddon, the empire would fall to us. After wards the failing of the empire of the Eldar would fall as well as the Orks and the fledgling Tau.

 

Say that the Black Legion are weak and cowardly for having other troops fight for us, but the truth is that we see the truth. We see that if all of chaos could and would band together, that nought could stop us. We of the Black Legion have found that every legion has its place in the greatest invasion of the human empire. Horus was the first to see this and he enlightened his brethern. The mightly guns of the Iron Warriors to crack open the fartresses that the weak follwers of the Corpse hide in. The Night Lords to demoralize the enemies troops. Alpha Legion to gather information and to disrupt supply lines. The Word Bearers to keep your moral always high. Grand Father Nurgle to break down and wear away the foe. Tzeentch to forsee the enemies plan so that we, as a whole, can disable him before he can act. Slaanesh to put the enemy off guard. Khorne to sweep away those that still dare defie chaos united.

 

Every Legion has its strenghts and weaknesses, but that is expected. In strength and determination, Khorne stand atop. In forethought and intelct, Tzeentch is best. For pure touhgness, Nugle will take. For seeking the pleasure in the art of war, there is Slaanesh. For the strongest faith, none is stronger than that of the Word Bearers. For having so perfected their chosen art of war, the Warriors of Iron and the Lords of the Night and Alpha Legion.

 

 

Lord Althor of the 8th Company of the Black Legion

[Ashasan]

Yes, every Legion has it's own abilities, this I have known from the start. Yet now with it being set before me like this, I must ponder, where does the Black Legion fit in? Abbadon has led us forth 12 times past, and yet each time we have had to retreat. It makes us wonder why we should listen to the Sons of Horus, the Wolves of Luna.

 

Sources have informed Alpha Legion that Abbadon has sworn blood pacts with each of the four major powers, that he will smash the Cadian Gate. Even for one who does not rely on the powers of the Warp, I shudder to think of the consequences of his failing to accomplish his agenda.

 

And should he fail again, it only serves to show that the Clone Son of Horus has his father's weaknesses.

 

Inform us again of why we should listen to The Despoiler? The one who has gained the attention of Chaos, the one who is arrogant enough to believe that he can destroy the Imperium in the 13th Strike.

 

(OOC: To be honest, I agree with you Drinker, but I'm just doing this to continue the idea of Chaos forever bickering amongst themselves. Must have something to do with my Orkish beginnnings) :(

[aclark79]

Though I fear not that I shall be tainted by my preseance amoungst such heretics I am filled with a sense of nausuea gazing upon such bloated husks of corruption (that means hello you heretic scum)

 

I must impart the good wisdom of the rightoues. The forces of good will always triumph over the our poor chaos brothers, for we are a united force guided by one blinding light, the soul of our beloved emperor on terra, long may his light hold back the slavering mindless hordes of chaos.

 

Your evil ways will never crush the good for chaos is like a broken mirror, each shard relfecting back the putresance, but flawed and cracked. You can not worktogether towards one image, one cause, and this is your undoing.

 

Surely if the Legions of the Traitors could actually work together we might have something to truley fear, but in the end Chaos can not ally with itself, its against its very nature to help, nuture, work together. I give praise to the Emperor fortnightly that Chaos is to blind to see and to stuborn to work together.

 

Long live the Emperor!

 

(((nice thread you slimy chaos scum)))

[drinker of blood]

I admit the Abbadon is arrogant. He strives to hard to be that which he can't and wishes to surpass Horus in might and cunning. Horus was and still is the true leader of the Black Legion. If this crusade were to fail, Abbadon would suffer the most horrible things imagible at the hands of the gods and not a single legionier in my company would miss him.

 

Where does the Black Legion fit in to all this you ask. the Black Legion is the force that attempts to get you to put aside you petty squabblings and fight our true enemy. Black Legiong is the uniting force of chaos. If you would like, kill Abbadon if you would just focus on the real prize at hand.

 

Chaos may not ever care for the other, that shouldn't stop those of us of chaos to ally together to defeat a common enemy. If all of you could just put aside you differance for just the crusade and work together against the Corpse, his "Empire" would fall to us. Nothing would be able to stand in the way of all chaos united!

 

OOC

 

man this is a cool post but ithink that it seems to be winding down

[refuse]

To the infernal follower of Khorne:

 

As an observer, it would seem to me that this desire that you hold in such great importance is as much a product of yourselves as it is of another race, one that has seen more ages and more debauchery than even the followers of Slaanesh, though they have repented, and paid dearly for their desire. You know of who I speak. The arrogant and enigmatic Eldar.

That would depend, as all of our conversation, on point of view.

We know there are four major powers int he Panthenon of Chaos, and that those powers are just our attempt at understanding the energy that is Chaos.

 

So let me put this concept forth.

 

Just as the Eldar gave birth to Khaine, an aspect of the greater powers of War and destruction, so to did they give birth the the first incarnation of Slaanesh. And as we know that the murderer of the night, and the honor bound warrior upon the field both serve Khorne. So then we know that the aspect that is ascendent of the greater power we would call Khorne may be at times a blood thirsty god of murder, and other times may be the god of the honoruable warrior.

 

So then the birth of Slaanesh that that Eldar contributed to is in fact birthing a single aspect of all that is Slaanesh. The aspect that is in ascendence of slaanesh is very tainted with the decadence of the Eldar. So in that I will agree with what you have proposed. But as the beserker is to you, so is that portion of Slaanesh to me, a part that calls, but will not be answered.

 

And just as you serve a portion of the greater Khorne with your conceptions of what Khorne desires of you, I too serve the portion of Slaanesh that calls to me.

 

Before the Fall of the Eldar the Pantheon consisted of the ancient three, and only the three. Khorne, Tzeentch and Nurgle. As the emotions of new races stirred newer, minor gods were formed out of the shapeless clay that was Chaos. But as the potter's clay that is malformed, no longer used, they were destroyed, and retained their original, formless shape, ready to be moulded by a new nation's desires.

Ah there I will disagree.

The powers of Chaos as we perceive them are the reflection of the imperfect minds of the masses. Those whos emotions are unchecked.

 

Now while the final power that awoke Slaanesh, and tore her from her slumber and unleashed her upon the material was the race of Eldar. They were also influenced in their actions by the slumbering Slaanesh. Just as there has always been disease, change and killing , there has always been desire. And desire is the first of the sins, the first stone in the path.

 

So I would say that when the first power awoke into sentience, the others were defined. As there could be no Khorne without Slaanesh. But we know that Khorne, the baser emotion of all living, to kill, was the first, so was his opposite the last. And as Khorne is the ascendent most of the time, his antagonest, is the weakest, but the force that he can not destroy.

 

The Chaos God Slaanesh was created by the Eldar shame.

She was awoken and born into the material by them, but as I have said, the powers create their opposites, and for any reaction there is a reaction. So the Eldar fell to that which demanded birth. For all their war, those that didn't war, desired.

 

Now I come to my point. Before the Fall of the Eldar, Slaanesh as a Chaos Power did not exist. Even if he did exist in some form, the product of the early desires of Man, then he was indeed changed, moulded by the Eldar desires in his initiation into the pantheon. And so it would seem that the Eldar, the fallen race, are the creators of this nameless desire, and not his current followers, the Emperor's Children.

Ah, so just as water may be colored by the blood spilt upon it, it is still water. And just as a glass of water with blood becomes something of them both, so was Slaanesh. The colors of the Eldar decadence runs through here, just as it does through Khorne, though that entity was seperated millenia before as Khaine. But we know that which is Khaine, is just a shard of Khorne.

 

So perhaps it is Slaanesh who is whole, and birthed wholey into this world.

 

But as you can see from above, I have observed many variations in the service of Khorne. From the mindless slaying of the beseker, the stealthy blade between the ribs of the assassin, the blunt club of the enraged mob, to the subtle sword play of the warrior. So too are the services of Slaanesh. Some are purely of the flesh, others are upon battle fields, and even more upon the stimulants of the galaxy. But each feeds the greater Slaanehs, just as the skulls are piled at Khorne's feet.

 

 

Ah, a most contradictory statement. Or is it a question? I would dare to say that whether the patron is drawn to the individual or the individual is drawn to patron depends solely on the state of mind of the individual. Every mind has flaws, as every mind holds talents. You are drawn to the promise of pleasure, I to the killing fields of Khorne. I would say that the patron-follower realationship is mutual, each is drawn to the other by their true nature. It is the imperfections and the traits of the individual's mind that determine whether he will be drawn to the patron's service or not, as they determine whether he will hold his path or stray into the depths of spawndom.

So then, are we destined to our fate? Or perhaps only Tzeentch can answer that.

 

But what is it that brings you to your actions? Are your actions due to your own consciousness, or are they due to the malign influence of the Chaos powers? Do not delude yourself with the illusion of control, it is nothing among the followers of Chaos. I believe that you are aware of that yourself.

Control, no.

 

And of your desire. If all this is true then are you truly the creator of your desire? Was it the product of your mind, or of your service? Was it a product of yourself, or of your patron? And if of your patron, then is it not simply the product of the flaws of the Eldar mind? For without them your god would not exist. And would your desire exist without your god?

No more then you are a simple beserker. Or a petty cutthroat.

Khorne is the sum of murder, mindless of how it is committed, only that it is committed in his name.

 

The years of service shows only one thing, we become less of what we were, but more of what we are. All that is useless is gone, leaving only that which can survive. Anything else would have damned us to spawndom long ago.

 

Then it would seem true that the path of Chaos chosen (or abstained from) would rely on the individual's consciousness. What was created by the falseness of our former surroundings is gone, replaced by the 'truth' of our prefered surroundings, which have enhanced any traits suppressed by the falseness of Imperial service. At least our minds may have perceived it that way.

True, true.

The reality of perceptions is that only what we perceive is reality.

 

 

Ah the illusion of free will.

Now that discussion could last another millenium.

As may that of the illusion of control, both being one and the same. Do you choose service, or are you drawn to it?

We are all slaves to the lord of mystery. Each action is part of some larger game we may never be party to. How can we judge what is in our best interest of that of the lord of change?

 

Each skull you take is for Khorne, but what of the person killed, was their death part of Tzeentch's greater plan? Or just a simple act of murder, with no repercussions.

 

A good example is the Eldar Farseers, they look through the scheme of time, to find the best path for them. But are they seeing what they think they see? Or what Tzeentch chooses them to see? Can they say their actions are in the service to Tzeentch? Or in their best interests?

 

To enter the service of Chaos did not mean that the Primarchs denied what they truly were. For deception would have led them through without the forsaking of their true selves. And if not, if they were truly destined for Chaos (which I believe that both of us would agree on in some way or other) then to enter the service of Chaos would not be to deny themselves, but to embrace their own destiny. To embrace themselves, their true nature laid bare. Yet I sometimes think that the minds of the Primarchs were not perfectly attuned to Chaos. That is to say that they would be drawn to it, but there would be other paths open to them. Perhaps their choice was the only own made freely. Perhaps only to some extent. Or perhaps not.

I meant turning from their path as I perceived it. But perhaps as you say, they were never on the path I saw, and therefore stayed on the path set before them. Again, only Tzeentch would know.

 

The rest of your communication is salve to my understanding. I do find the truths of the universe to be quite interesting. The most interesting is that each observer finds the truths to be only in their own. But in the end, they are all the same.

 

Yet the ways in which they are perceived may be wrong.

And as slaves, we see with jaded eyes.

[refuse]

ALL OF YOU!!!!! WHY CANT YOU GRASP THIS SIMPLE THREAD OF KNOWLEDGE!!!!!

Dear Lord Althor,

 

Why do you think we can not? Ours is a simple existance, service to our gods. And those Gods say to fulfill our duty, to provide them with that which they seek. Reglardless of any and all consequences. And that is what we do, that is service.

 

If you could ever just stop your petty pickering and focus on our true goal, the empire of man. The truth is that if we could all band together for the 13th Black Crusade of my Lord Abaddon, the empire would fall to us. After wards the failing of the empire of the Eldar would fall as well as the Orks and the fledgling Tau.

Who's true goal?

Yours? Abaddons? Not mine. And if we did join you, then the moment the Imperium fell, we would would fall upon you and yours.

It is only when our god finds favor with a Champion are we compelled to follow a champion who attracts our Lords attention.

 

Say that the Black Legion are weak and cowardly for having other troops fight for us, but the truth is that we see the truth. We see that if all of chaos could and would band together, that nought could stop us.

But the nature of Chaos is such that even of its nature, it spawns creatures such as Malal.

The truth is that the warp spawns all, and in a balance.

For all that Khorne is, Khorne's power may never overcome Slaaanesh, for with the end of Slaanesh, so too would Khorne cease. For with out desire, the need for war ends.

 

We of the Black Legion have found that every legion has its place in the greatest invasion of the human empire. Horus was the first to see this and he enlightened his brethern. The mightly guns of the Iron Warriors to crack open the fartresses that the weak follwers of the Corpse hide in. The Night Lords to demoralize the enemies troops. Alpha Legion to gather information and to disrupt supply lines. The Word Bearers to keep your moral always high. Grand Father Nurgle to break down and wear away the foe.  Tzeentch to forsee the enemies plan so that we, as a whole, can disable him before he can act. Slaanesh to put the enemy off guard. Khorne to sweep away those that still dare defie chaos united.

Ah, but Chaos may not be united, for the power of united lies in the Imperiums God. That is his power, the abject of order.

 

Every Legion has its strenghts and weaknesses, but that is expected. In strength and determination, Khorne stand atop. In forethought and intelct, Tzeentch is best. For pure touhgness, Nugle will  take. For seeking the pleasure in the art of war, there is Slaanesh. For the strongest faith, none is stronger than that of the Word Bearers. For having so perfected their chosen art of war, the Warriors of Iron and the Lords of the Night and Alpha Legion.

But for all of this, the legions are still the legions, and the are what they are, though individual lords and warmasters may serve the many aspects of their chosen power, they each serve their purpose.

 

We are legion, we are the power that is unstoppable, we are our own demise, and our own might.

 

The problem I see is, you think you follow Chaos undivided, when Chaos can not be undivided. That is the power of Chaos. The Black Legion thinks that the legions of Chaos may be united, but in fact they may for a time follow a power, but at the slightes weakness, they will fall back to what they are.

 

For Chaos will devour all, and when Chaos is ascendent, then Malal will rise, to balance all.

 

We serve with this knowledge.

[refuse]

Though I fear not that I shall be tainted by my preseance amoungst such heretics I am filled with a sense of nausuea gazing upon such bloated husks of corruption (that means hello you heretic scum)

Fear not, for you were tainted long before you came here, it is that taint, that called you here.

 

I must impart the good wisdom of the rightoues.  The forces of good will always triumph over the our poor chaos brothers, for we are a united force guided by one blinding light, the soul of our beloved emperor on terra, long may his light hold back the slavering mindless hordes of chaos.

Will you?

Have you?

I can say that no force of Chaos has fallen to the Imperium.

Can the same be said for the Imperium? No we know this is not true.

The blinding light of the emperor, fed with the souls of millions of his faithful. Even Slaanesh is jealous of the the sacrifices the emperor feasts upon. The forces of Khorne must feel like children compared to the death brought about by the Emperor's black fleet.

Is that the beloved emperor of those sacrificed upon the altar of the emperor.

How long may he hold back the mindless hordes of Chaos, at the cost of the souls of his children?

 

Your evil ways will never crush the good for chaos is like a broken mirror, each shard relfecting back the putresance, but flawed and cracked.  You can not worktogether towards one image, one cause, and this is your undoing.

We are truley like a broken mirror, but the reflection you see is yours. This is what you are, your very actions are my aspirations. A million souls a day sacrificed to my lord would be a good step twords the abilities of the imperium.

 

Surely if the Legions of the Traitors could actually work together we might have something to truley fear, but in the end Chaos can not ally with itself, its against its very nature to help, nuture, work together. I give praise to the Emperor fortnightly that Chaos is to blind to see and to stuborn to work together.

And by the very nature of the Imperium, a billion worlds of the Imperium could overrun the few Legions of Chaos. We are legions, and we are opposed to even ourselves, but why can not the Imperium do the same? I have asked fo ryears, why can't the Imperium create a force to be reconned with? And the answer is a obvious as the question.

 

The Imperium is as fractured as the Legions. You have Marines fighting marines, your inquisitors exterminating entire worlds for the slightes hint of Chaos. You have your Inquisitors creating an army of possessed warriors. You slay millions per day in the name of your Lord.

 

And I ask you how different is the Imperium from Chaos? I would answer, the IMperium is organized.

 

Long live the Emperor!

At the cost of own citizens.

 

 

Truley, the Emperor is the 5th MajorChaos power.

[refuse]

Where does the Black Legion fit in to all this you ask. the Black Legion is the force that attempts to get you to put aside you petty squabblings and fight our true enemy. Black Legiong is the uniting force of chaos. If you would like, kill Abbadon if you would just focus on the real prize at hand.

The Black Legion is the anti-force of Malal, Chaos united.

But as the forces of Malal have faded, so has the Black Legions powers.

That is how the previous Black Crusades failed. As the Black Legions gained power, so too did they feed Malal. And with Malal's ascension, so too did the Crusades fail.

 

Chaos may not ever care for the other, that shouldn't stop those of us of chaos to ally together to defeat a common enemy. If all of you could just put aside you differance for just the crusade and work together against the Corpse, his "Empire" would fall to us. Nothing would be able to stand in the way of all chaos united!

Fall to whom?

The forces of Chaos? Within a moment of victory, so would the war begin anew.

There can be no Chaos united, we are as we are. If at this moment you united all of Chaos, you would find Malal standing upon the altar of your victory.

 

Slaves to the Darkness.

 

The warp is in ascension, the powers of Chaos, in all its forms are upon the world. What future can there be?

 

Perhaps only Tzeentch can know.

 

But as always we will serve our lords in the manner they demand.

[drinker of blood]

OOC

REFUSE now ihate you

i was hoping that you wouldn't trun you attention unto me but htat was inveitable i guess

 

OOC

 

You act as if I don't know that war will never end. there alwaya was war, and there will always be war. That is a fact and while any thing still live that will reamin a fact. But by forming and alliance of the four powers, the fith power that you named can and will be destoryed!

 

I agree that the power truly need a true champion to take the lead of them all at the head of the greatest invasion, Abbadon is not that champion. My Company stand ready to follow whoever leads the next invasions until the true champion reveals himself.

 

Isee your piont about every power having its oppisite to balance the equation, who balances the Corpse if we remain oppsed too siding with each other, admittedly temporiarly, but all the same. Answer me that.

 

While I still draw breath, I continu to try to unite the powers and to defeat the amries of the Corpse once and for all!

 

Lord Althor of the 8th Company of the Black Legion