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[Prosperan Son]

"Our apologies." They both said at once, not meaning to cause any offense. The daemon spear simply chuckled, not saying anything at all.

[Thugren]

Takkun swim to shore, reekig an smelling of filth and offense.


" we'll..... I'm here now.... Any uh.... Ideas daemon? I'm not very well versed in this system .

[Prosperan Son]

"You assume that I attempt to learn something about the regions of space I slaughtered my way through..." The Daemon snarled in annoyance before continuing" I recognize this world, Trandasin II...Rahn...ah the carnage I wrought.." The daemon would have smiled, thinking back uncounted years to when he was free from his bounds, leading a host of daemons across the system.

[Thugren]

Thugren taps the tip of his spear against the stones annoyingly.

" fine daemon be worthless... Yet again.


Removing his helm takkuns eyes sweep the area looking for anything that might give him clues on how to advance

[Prosperan Son]

"Grah!" The Daemon snarls in anger, enraged by the tapping.

At first Takkun's eyes hurt, stung by the stale and polluted air that filled the planet. The skies were filled with dark clouds of pollution, a sign of industry no doubt. Near the end of the waste lake a large pipe could be seen, going on for many mines, it could lead towards a city perhaps.

[Thugren]

His tapping never stops, against stones, sand, the steel of the pipe. Takkun took a smug satisfaction in enraging the daemon since he could not tangibly harm it.

He moved to the pipe and scaled the side beginning the long walk to wherever this lead.

[Prosperan Son]

"Tell us brother..." The sibling eldar spoke from within Takkun's armor as they walked along the pipe." Why did you wield a spear cursed with one of the neverborn?" Both of them asked with concern.

[Thugren]

Takkun smiles, making sure to dip the spear into every puddle of filth and tap it against every stone.

" I was leading a small force in the young tau racers lands. They where coming close to a tomb of some necron tyr. So myself and a small force where sent to " discourage " their curiosities. Halfway in something happened that our warlock could not make it from the web way. I was stranded and the primitives quickly attacked. I had to lead my brothers deep into the tombs where I found this spear. It exuded khaines rage, I grabbed it when it whispered promises of mistake. Little did I know... The daemon possessed the blade

[Prosperan Son]

"Ah the carnage we wrought, their screams of pain as I cut across their flesh." The Daemon moaned, longing to spill blood again." The gleam in the Autarch's eyes as we ground them to the dirt, his armor stained with their life." It chuckled, the two eldar stones remaining quiet.

[Thugren]

" silence daemon,"

Talking hisses, slapping the blade hard against a stone.

" since then I've been cursed ... Hoping to find a font of blood. A creature so powerful I can slam this spear home and leave it , until the days the stars burn out."

[Prosperan Son]

"Some would consider it a blessing..." The daemons voice muttered within Takkun's mind." To be granted such a powerful blade, some would say it's fate."

[Thugren]

Yes, and those few would be your loyal servants. I am an eldar. A scorpion, a warrior born to be free but strike for my people. You are a parasite. And mark my words daemon. I will be rid of you."


Thugren rams the spears tip into the ground and sits for a moment, reaching into his satchel looking for some water

[Prosperan Son]

The satchel is filled to the brim with polluted water from the lake, the insides and rations within stained. Only one of the water containers is sealed tight enough to keep out the pollution.

The daemon simply chuckles, amused at the autharch's words.

[Thugren]

Sighing takkun turns out his bag and begins to sip at his water.

Storing what he didn't drink takkun picks up his pace before he gets lost and dies in some irradiated hellhole with a chatterbox daemon spear

[Prosperan Son]

The walked on for another hour or so before making actual contact with other life forms. Off to the side, a trio of large brutes stood around a fire twenty meters from the pipe lines. Either purposely vat grown for heavy lifting or mutated due to harsh conditions, the strain of beast classified as Ogryn circled around a warm fire, cooking a large meal for themselves.

[Thugren]

Takkun looks up.

" why... Why do you hate me fates."

Hw sighs as he crouches low.

" I've no doubt these brutes will fire on me... But I will starve lest I kill them."

[Prosperan Son]

"I recommend distracting them with something loud. This breed of Mon- Keigh are not exactly the sharpest." Kataun recommended, having dealt with the ogryns once before in a past life.

"Pah, subterfuge is the path of weaklings! Charge them!"The daemon spear demanded in a growl, wishing to spil the mutant's blood.

[Thugren]

Rummaging through his satchel takkun hopes to find at least one of the grenades he had brought with him before he boarded the arch enemy's ship.

" quiet daemon ... Your voice grates."

[Prosperan Son]

The sound of metal groaning is heard from behind Autarch. The pipe hull beneath Takkun's feet starts to shake and tremble and soon a shadow arches over the Eldar Lord. " What we got here?" A low voice bellows slowly. The Ogryn looks down at the Autarch inquisitively.

[Thugren]

And this Is how I know the gods hate me.

Takkun sighs turning around and facing the ogryn.

" hello large creature... I seem to be lost can you guide me to.."


In a blur of steel he spins bringing the spear around in a whistling arc.


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