Post by Newter on Nov 21, 2015 22:25:36 GMT -6
Doyen awoke, but was he really awake? Where was this place? All was blackness around him. As he strained his eyes colors began to coalesce, and he noticed the faintest whispers on the air, and what seemed like ephemeral caresses on his face. The colors swirled, and occasionally made shapes that danced on the edge of recognition. Then the whispers became stronger, and he could identify words.
He was being circled by beings of great power, the warp, inside he was overjoyed. To be here, floating freely, communing with beings far beyond the senses of any normal mortal. But he had to concentrate. He was being given instructions. There was an item of great import in the Collatus Sector. It is why he had been called there. He could almost see it.
There was more. He would be sent more help, but he would have to help them first. His trusty henchmen and the Harkorn 88th were sturdy fighters, but to truly become the Scourge of the Collatus Sector, he would need more.
The information came faster into his mind, much of it he could not process now, but would have to try and access it later. He saw what appeared to be a rent in the air, the edges of the immaterium blowing gently in the breeze like a ragged pennant. It was coming closer, closer. He tried to take in as much of this place as he could, for who knew if and when he might ever return. It was glorious, raw power...then everything went black again.
And Doyen awoke, but was he really awake? Where was this place? All was blackness around him. As he strained his eyes colors began to coalesce, and he could hear the murmur of soldiers preparing for battle. Colors emerged, and he recognized a helmet, a space marine helmet in dark red.
"You are Inquisitor Doyen. The pantheon said you would be delivered unto us. We will need your strength to overcome the foe so we may leave this planet and travel to Harkor."
Word Bearers. Faithful followers of Chaos. Yes, they would bolster his forces, and help him achieve the goals set before him.
"Word Bearer, show me your battle plan. What are we facing, and how long before we engage?"
"Fire Angels loyalists," he hissed. "They are between us and the only landing area on this rock. And there is little time, we engage within the hour."