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Rise of the Imperium (formely Rise of the Emperor)


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Sanguinius was kneeling his head bowed, a black veil masked his grief stricken face. A silent wind buffeted him and The Emperor as it swept across the plains of Baal. Horus was debriefing the Lunar Wolves and Blood Angels legions on the events that had transpired.

 

“Father, I am a liability. Would it not be best to kill me now? To make sure this or worse never happens again?” Sanguinius was the first to break the silence.

 

The Emperor was gazing in to the distance, his face a picture of thought; “Do not be absurd Sanguinius. You are my Warmaster, most Noble of your brothers, they and others look to you for guidance, to kill you for some chaos parlour trick is stupid at best. My faith in you has never been stronger, you will recover from this. I assure you.” the Emperor spoke nonchalantly. He flew through the rolling and tempestuous mass of the warp, clouds of red and other colours formed and dissipated around him. Daemons and the warps other denizens fled in terror as the Emperor flew through their home; those unable to were burnt out of existence.

 

“You must return to take command of your Legion, show them that this has not affected you. Now more then ever they need you.” he continued. Dark energies sought to strike the Emperor, “Such childish attempts, I thought this would prove to be more challenging” he laughed, his voice echoing through the warp. Clouds with a purple hue to them flashed with incandescent lightning as they tried -futilely- to strangle the Emperor, each attempt easily dismissed. Orbs of dark green energy thundered towards him, their shape continuously distorting, each one slammed into a transparent shield and was absorbed harmlessly.

 

“Is this the best you can do? The self claimed ‘Lord of Change’ and all you can muster is some lightning and pathetic orbs?” taunted the Emperor. His jibe was met with a bird like screech, flames as black as the night sky erupted from the ‘floor’ and twisted up around the Emperors golden form. “This is like it, an attack worthy of a god!” he laughed through gritted teeth. The flames exploded outwards and a wave of golden light engulfed them. “Stop this charade Tzeentch, you cannot hide from me forever!”

 

“Oh but I can, young one” came a high pitched laugh that resounded all around.

 

Purple lightning burst everywhere, striking the Emperors armour all over. The God of Mankind let out a groan of pain as the attacked threatened to overwhelm him. “See, I do have power. Such arrogance, typical of the race you foolishly protect” Tzeentch shouted.

 

“This” the chaos god continued, “Will be a distraction from the Great Game I will enjoy”.

 

 

 

Enjoy the preview if any ones still reading.

Hey Calgar101. I've been reading this thread from page one all the way to 27 over the last 2 days on my iPhone. It's kept me from eating my dinner at one point it's so gripping. Seriously dude you are very talented, keep the posts coming. Question. Do you think you could put all the chapters together in one big post? When you're finished of course. Cheers dude.

Sanguinius was kneeling his head bowed; a black veil masked his grief stricken face. A silent wind buffeted him and The Emperor as it swept across the plains of Baal. Horus was debriefing the Lunar Wolves and Blood Angels legions on the events that had transpired.

 

“Father, I am a liability. Would it not be best to kill me now? To make sure this or worse never happens again?” Sanguinius was the first to break the silence.

 

The Emperor was gazing in to the distance, his face a picture of thought; “Do not be absurd Sanguinius. You are my Warmaster, most Noble of your brothers, they and others look to you for guidance, to kill you for some chaos parlour trick is stupid at best. My faith in you has never been stronger, you will recover from this. I assure you.” the Emperor spoke nonchalantly as his outline shimmered. He flew through the rolling and tempestuous mass of the warp, clouds of red and other colours formed and dissipated around him. Daemons and the warps other denizens fled in terror as the Emperor flew through their home; those unable to were burnt out of existence.

 

“You must return to take command of your Legion, show them that this has not affected you. Now more then ever they need you.” he continued. Dark energies sought to strike the Emperor, “Such childish attempts, I thought this would prove to be more challenging” he laughed, his voice echoing through the warp. Clouds with a purple hue to them flashed with incandescent lightning as they tried -futilely- to strangle the Emperor, each attempt easily dismissed. Orbs of dark green energy thundered towards him, their shape continuously distorting, each one slammed into a transparent shield and was absorbed harmlessly.

 

“Is this the best you can do? The self claimed ‘Lord of Change’ and all you can muster is some lightning and pathetic orbs?” taunted the Emperor. His jibe was met with a bird like screech, flames as black as the night sky erupted from the ‘floor’ and twisted up around the Emperors golden form. “This is like it, an attack worthy of a god!” he laughed through gritted teeth. The flames exploded outwards and a wave of golden light engulfed them. “Stop this charade Tzeentch; you cannot hide from me forever!”

 

“Oh but I can, young one” came a high pitched laugh that resounded all around.

 

Purple lightning burst everywhere, striking the Emperors armour all over. The God of Mankind let out a groan of pain as the attacked threatened to overwhelm him. “See, I do have power. Such arrogance, typical of the race you foolishly protect” Tzeentch shouted.

 

“This” the chaos god continued, “Will be a distraction from the Great Game I will enjoy”.

 

There was a high pitched scream; a bolt of violet lightning came hurtling towards the Emperor; with a casual wave of his arm the attack flew off to his left. Dozens of fireballs sped away from the Emperors outstretched right hand and flew off into the rolling purple fog. The clouds burned away to reveal hordes of gibbering daemons, their tentacles waving madly in the air. The ramshackle horde began to shuffle closer, letting out low moans as they moved. Bursts of fire erupted from the floor and engulfed the advancing horde instantly incinerating them. “You are delaying the inevitable worm!” roared the Emperor the still burning flames increasing in intensity as his anger flooded the warp.

 

“I seek no such thing” Tzeentch mocked, his shrilly coming from everywhere at once.

 

A figure emerged from the recoiling clouds, its bird like face filled with hate. Its claw like hand wrapped around a large warped staff, capricious energies flashed from within the staffs crystal tip. The Changer of Ways spread its wings and leapt forwards, in its one hand it clutched its staff; the other was becoming immersed in the clouds of warp matter as they wound their way up his arm. Suddenly a whip of these deadly energies had formed and was unfurling at great speeds towards the Emperors head. The attack never hit home, a beam of brilliant white slammed into the Greater Daemons chest. More of Tzeentch’s greater daemons came at the Emperor; each of them met with death.

 

“These play things are starting to bore me” the Emperor cried out in frustration.

 

“Make me” hissed Tzeentch in a childish tone.

 

“Very well” replied the Master of Mankind in a deep tone.

 

All sound ceased, the clouds stopped moving and changing colour and then they started to be drawn towards the Emperor as if he was sucking them up. Capricious lightning sparked about his head and a pure gold light bathed him. Slowly he began to rise off the ground and rotate and outstretching his arms. Lightning leapt from his finger tips, each bolt split off and formed a dozen more and so on; until all that filled the air was azure bolts of lightning.

 

“Your display is dazzling at best False one” came a laugh; a purple mist descended and momentarily enveloped the Emperors lightning. Fire swept across the mist, a high pitched shriek filled the air. The mist began to form and slowly Tzeentch began to take form.

 

“At last” smiled the Emperor.

 

Tzeentch towered over the golden armoured Emperor, his giant bird like head leering at him. Tattered robes covered his ever changing body; a gnarled staff with a blue serpent atop it was in his left hand. Before the chaos god could even speak the Emperor grabbed his black robes and the pair were thrown through the warp.

 

“Recognise this place?”

 

“I..I… do” Tzeentch stammered.

 

A stone well filled the room, a lone figure amongst the obsidian floor. Chained around the base of the well were numerous Greater Daemons; the Changer of Ways babbling madly and clutching their heads. Only one was stood up and seemed ‘normal’; Fate Weaver sat there, cross legged deep in thought.

 

“Change…. Change…” the Daemon murmured over and over. As the two figures of Tzeentch and the Emperor appeared in front of it, its eyes lit up and it formed a smile.

 

“My Lord, to witness you slaughter the False one will be worth losing my sanity” it gleefully cried out. Its delight turned to horror as his gods head was slammed into the well.

 

“Pathetic worm, still afraid to gaze into the Well of Eternity yourself! Well, today you will gaze” bellowed the Emperor, causing some of the Changer of Ways to burst into flame. His right hand around Tzeentch’s neck, the Emperor hauled him into the air effortlessly and then pushed his head down into the capricious ‘water’ of the well. An explosion of purple and blue light burst out from the well, screams that echoed through the warp and time itself joined it. Fate Weaver and the other Greater Daemons were reduced to ashes.

 

“You see it? You dare call me False one now? Now you see that I am the past, present and the future! Now you know that mankind will rule supreme and that you and your bastard kind will no longer plague them” the Emperor bellowed, his voice causing the warp to shake.

 

Slowly the Emperor withdrew the head of the chaos god, the skin was peeling and the expression was one of vacancy. The Emperor held him, staring into his opponents eyes; he felt no pity or mercy for Tzeentch, just hatred.

 

“W..w…will you k…kill me n..n..now?” Tzeentch asked fearfully, he was not used to losing.

 

“No, I have something else in store for you” smiled the Emperor.

 

 

Well I hope you enjoyed that, been a while since I updated sorry about that. Please comment on this chapter, I like it but you may not. Thanks.

 

 

@ Tates, you need to eat!B) But thank you for your comments, i wouldn't say talented, just good with words? At some point i do wish to put it together but for now thats kind of impossible.

Oh quit whining and start writing Calgar! :) The flood of comments and compliments will probably start up once you've posted another chapter. This one was great, btw, is the Well of Eternity a reference to Norse mythology or is it some obscure bit of warp fluff I've never heard before?
Haha i like your comment Jonas :) the Well of Eternity is in the fluff it is a well of the future... Tzeentch is scared to look into it himself and so has sent Fate Weaver(his previous most powerful Daemon) and possibly others to look into it; this drove them mad and weakened them.
Haha i like your comment Jonas :Elite: the Well of Eternity is in the fluff it is a well of the future... Tzeentch is scared to look into it himself and so has sent Fate Weaver(his previous most powerful Daemon) and possibly others to look into it; this drove them mad and weakened them.

Ohhhh..... Yeah, makes absolutely no sense to me, but chaos stuff never does. When do we get back to the killing? :rolleyes:

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