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[Prosperan Son]

"Why won't you let me in Takkun? The pain will go away if you simply let me in!"The voice roared inside the Eldar's mind. " What is there left for you to fight for? Why do you resist me?" The spirit within your blade demanded to know. You managed to make it within one the Arch-Enemy's cruisers. The future is unclear to you now, there are no farseers or Warlocks to guide you. Perhaps you'll be able to finally rid yourself of this accursed blade? Perhaps.

[Thugren]

" I'm not on a gorgon ship right?)


Takkun steeled himself, focus, always focus....

" you are weak daemon.... I am strong. I fight because I am born to. I do not fight bound by your gods ravenous whim. My people have need of me. My children have need of me. As long a there is that need I will continue to defy you."


Twirling the spear in his hand takkun crouched low and searched the area for clue to wich one of the arch heretics cruisers he was in.

[Prosperan Son]

(You are indeed....not on a Gorgon Ship. Your on a Carnage-Class Cruiser called: Merciless Conviction En route towards Trandasin IV Known by it's populace as Aerugo.)

"GRAAAAH!"The Daemon screeched within your skull once more, the sound unnerving." Strong?! Strong!?! Where was your strength when those bastard sons of the Greater Good were preparing to scythe you down? Where were the people when you needed them, as you were being pursued for days on end?! " The Daemon continued to interrogate the Phoenix Lord." You accepted me when you believed I was of Khaine, your Bloody Handed God, but what is the difference between he and the Lord of Skulls?! How can you refuse the Crimson Path?!! "

The rather large room he was in was clear of enemies...and crew for the most part. The Room was a vast cavern, a possible storage area for the occupants.

[Thugren]

Breathing out slowly takkun twirled the spear expertly in his hands.

" you path is a means. I am a Phoenix lord. Not a howling berserker like the ones that are so eager to break their bodies so eagerly for your master. Khaine was only a tool, as you are. I will do as I must to return home even if I must put up with you incessant yapping."

Takkun looks around, twirling the spear absently as he looks for an exit

[Prosperan Son]

"If it weren't for me you'd be dead! Lying in a cave somewhere, body shattered and broken by young filth who have no right to stand against you!" The Daemon continued, ignoring the insult. It was a rather bothersome sitaution. The Daemon's attempts at control nearly blocking out the incoherent music that sounded from the Speakers. The music was a mismatch of many songs, one's volume higher then the other, and the other higher then that. It was a mismatch of sound that was rather painful to hear. The babbling sound combined with the collage of lights produced an affect that was rather disorienting and irritable to an Eldar like Takkun, but not to the occupants of the ship.

Now that your eyes are fully opened you can see a route out of the empty room, there is a single doorway. The sound of music comes from it along with glints of lights of all colors escaping it.

[Thugren]

Takkun moves swiftly

" you know for a daemon you whine like a milk maiden."

He whispers as he crouches in the shadows, peering into the door

" so the great and mighty avatar of kharnath needs to be validated the frail Phoenix lord... Il humor you daemon.. Yes you saved me... The universe is saved."

Scraping the blade across the ground to irritate the daemon takkun smirks.

" you are a tool daemon ... Your god is weak to those that have focus and drive. Your god is a weakling and a brute. And one day soon, he too will fall silent."

[Prosperan Son]

"Ha! You demonstrate the perfect example of your races' arrogance! Believing yourself to be able to control everything, even the fates and that which is out of your league."The Daemon retorts, unphased by the scraping.

The doorway leads to a corridor, the hall is filled with bright lights of many hues: Neon Greens, Electric blues, shining violets. It pains the eyes. An aroma and incensed filled mist clings low to the ground, it has a powerful smell that stimulates the senses.

[Thugren]

Slannnesh..."

Takkun spits as he moves like a wraith from shadow to shadow.

" yes yes daemon we are weak you are strong . Be a dear and drive back the presence here. Do your gods work and mine and push the aura of slanessh back

[Prosperan Son]

The Blade seems to pulse with energy, the Daemon within growling in annoyance, not at Takkun for once.
"The young upstart's presence is strong. I can sense many of Slaaneth's children have been bound to this vessel. Everything thing about this damn place disgust me." The Daemon stated with pure hatred.

The incense grows stronger as Takkungo deeper into the halls. Eventually he enter a corridor where there is no clear place to hide. There are many rooms, and judging from the sounds within each of the rooms, Takkun has stumbled into Private Quarters. Screaming and moaning of pain and pleasure can be heard from each of the rooms, what went on within each a mystery that was best left undiscovered.

[Thugren]

Knowing full well what can be going on takkun crouches low and moves as quickly as possible.

" such weak creatures.... I'd sooner fall to the god of decay than cavort like these fools

[Prosperan Son]

" Even the Lord Nurgleth's scions show some form of nobility compared to these decadent bastards." Skaroth stated. " Their skulls aren't worth placing at the base of the Throne."

Their evasion through the corridor without interruptions didn't last longer before a single individual stepped into the hallway. It was a large human, standing at eight feet. Armored from head to toe in a mix of Mark 4 Maximus ,Mark 5 Heresy, and another unknown pattern of power armor, the Traitor Astartes entered the hall. He bore armor of a black and pink, streaks of electric blue seen over his head and left hand, his armor was adorned with numerous spikes and chains, heads hanging from each the ends, stuck in a expression of agony. Flaps of skin were stretched over it's chest, right shoulder and even it's helmet, forced to resemble the face of it's victim, with large pipes extending from it's power pack. The Guard carried a sonic blaster strapped to it's left leg and a long curved silver blade sheathed at it's right.

[Thugren]

Shifting his grip on the spear takkun draws back his arm

"Mon kei!"

He whistles whipping his arm back

" catch!"

He hurls the spear with al hi strength at the slanesshi marines face

1d100 rolled for a total of: 95 (95)

[Prosperan Son]

The Traitor Marine turns towards the direction of the whistling, drawing his blade as he went. Any resistance he may have tried to put up ended bluntly as the Daemonically possessed spear burst through his skull. His headless body slumped to the floor, the spear lodged into the wall.

[Thugren]

Smirking takkun comes over to his spear and yanks it free.

" we'll... You where in the wrong place at the right time weren't you friend."

Takkun whispers running his hands through the noise marines pockets looking for any keys or data slates that he may be carrying.

As he searches he stops and pulls the flayed skin from the shoulder guard, expertly using his skinnig knife takkun cuts the skin into a perfect shape of his Phoenix mask, darning his blade into the traitor marines blood he carves the word

" fallen"

In the tainted blood and stretches the skin over his mask until it sits perfectly

[Prosperan Son]

The spear pulses dark reddish hue for barely a second, as if it had devoured the soul of that which it had killed. A rattle of approval seemed to escape Skarath's mind. " And I can only wonder what your kindred would think of such actions?" The Daemon questioned, referring Takkun's barbarism of the Slaaneshi's body.

[Thugren]

" they'd damn me ... Like they do to magun.... But I do not fight for their approval. I fight for them. These monkeigh know little of fear. But like all primal a they can be taught."


Pulling at the skin takkun begins cutting and fitting the skin to his armors surface, giving himself a macabre rendition of the Phoenix armor.

" to truely make the darkness fear... You must sometimes step I. It's side of the line and show it itself

[Prosperan Son]

" If you simply gave me control, we could teach these degenerates the meaning of a fear, there'd be no need to wrap the skin of our foes over our armor. Such theatrics are for the likes of the Slaaneth." Skaroth retorted, pulsing once more before speaking. " Hurry, we don't have much time before another one comes or these other fools grow tired of their own self-pleasure."

[Thugren]

If I let you control me I wouldn't be takkun. I'd be skarroth."

Finishing his work he stands and presses against the wall, moving down the hall from whence the traitor marine had come.

[Prosperan Son]

" And what would you have to lose? Imagine the power we could have, we could forge an empire! Built upon the bones of all who opposed!" The Daemon roared enthusiastically, spear trembling in your hand with the thought of freedom.

Twin rows of footsteps are heard, not as loudly as before, possibly meaning they were the standard mon-keigh.

[Thugren]

Twirling the spear in his hand takkun grins

" I will have an empire.. For my children but they will never know I built it. I will build a future on your broken blade, than leave you broken on a battle field.

Sticking to the shadows takkun shortens his breath waits for the patrol to pass