Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140302040932/@comment-4948356-20140312195349

'''Meanwhile... In ???...'''

As Wartez (The Real one) entered his master's chambers, he quickened his pace as his master started to keel over in pain. Helping his master up, he lead him to one of the more comfortable chairs in the room, before opening a small port hole, from which a single tendril of the warpforge came.

Taking great care, Wartez slowly linked the tendril to Vultures back, allowing the warpforge to ease the strain that khornes powers placed on his lords body. Panting heavily, Vulture looked upon his second in command, smiling as the pain slowly dissperssed.

Vulture: "It was... as we... theorized. Khornes power... is indeed... tremendous."

Wartez: "And that taking in so much of it at one time would put a huge strain upon even your body. Even when fused with Malal, Not even an astare's body was meant hold such power, or fight like you have done.

Vulture: "Indeed... Fighting with Malal's, Khorne's, and Armaratil's full powers was not something I was ready for... it would prove unwise to continue doing so... at least until we have the other three."

Wartez: "And what of Armarathil's poison?"

Vulture: "As my... brother predicted, continued use of certain Judgments and their powers would slowly degrade ones body... it was only through fusing with malal that my body was able to recover. And even with that..."

Vulture looks down at his heavily scared body, where small black spots of decomposing skin started to appear. Letting out a groan of pain, warp energies slowly went into the patches, the dead skin falling away as new skin grew in place.

Vulture: "... my body requires constant vigil. I wonder how my nephew handles it..."

Vulture returns his gaze upon wartez, coming back to the moment.

Vulture: "Have we detected any move against us?"

Wartez: "Indeed my lord. We have lost count of how many armies and search parties of daemons that are scouring the wastelands of the warp. even in realspace, thousands of devotees continue to seek any information on your werabouts. If it was not for the Warpforge and its abilites, then we all would have been annailhated the moment khorne fell."

Vullture: "And of the khorne daemons?"

Wartez: "Roughly 70% of khorne's daemons have sworn fealty to you. The other 30 continue attempting to free their lord from the tendrils grasp."

Vulture: "Fools... the lot of them. But have any that attempt to free him killed. What of realspace?"

Wartez: "Very few of Khornes cultists of discovered the truth. But several agents have been sent to spread word."

Vulture: "And What of Wartev? Has acquired the doorway yet?"

Wartez: "No my lord... I have a rather long report on that..."

Wartez explains everything that has transpired in the dark city up to this point...

Vulture: "I see... Well, as long as he retrieves the doorway, it matters little what transpires there."

Wartez: "And what of the Sorcerors Sindri and Du'un? Du'un has attained information on the judgments, including a location."

Vulture: "It matters little now... but this could play to our advantage. Do we still have that eldar witch?"

Wartez: "Yes my lord..."

Vulture: "Then make sure she stays alive and well fed, Don't want something useful going to waste in the ranks... now then... I need to prepare the plan for our invasion into the Eye. You are dissmissed."

Wartez bows before turning to walk out until...

Vulture: "Wartez..."

Wartez: "Yes my lord?"

Vulture: "Why do you and your family follow me of your own free will?"

The question comes as a surprise to Wartez, but he answers honestly.

Wartez: "Not out of fear or personal gain... I can assure you of that my lord."

Vulture frowns... but nods in acceptance.

Vulture: "Then perform your duties, Wartez..."

Wartez: "Yes my lord..."