The Eternal Swarm
Veteran

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

just making sure its ok for me to post in the Dissention thread. I'm coming from the tower with the rest.

I am so glad you are back. The forums have been to dull while you were away. Are you well?

Glad it does. Later in the book, things get much much worse. 40K must be a bit more graphic then I realized if what is below is not the worst chaos does to its servants.

One point that might just be me being anal. The Eye of Terror is a specific warp storm. When you open one I don't know if you renamed it or just were confused. In 40K the Eye is the old home planets of the Eldar that were consumed by Chaos when Slannesh was born. Just thought you would like to know.

I though you might find this useful in your descriptions. I have held the opinion for a while that your depiction of Chaos was at best muted. JK, but seriously, 40K Chaos is a real scary thing. Try this on for size, it is from a novel called the Grey Knights (In game they are space mariens trained to fight demons)

IT WAS A heaving sea of hatred, an ocean of pure evil.
Far below, the surface of Khorion IX was covered in a seething forest of torture racks, crosses and squares and stars of bloodstained wood on which were broken hundreds of thousands of bodies, mangled and wound around the wood like vines around a cane. It was like a huge and horrible vineyard, with rows and rows of crucified bodies spilling a terrible vintage of blood into the earth. The victims were trapped between life and death, their bodies exsanguinated but their minds just lucid enough to understand their agony. They were the servants of the Prince of a Thou¬sand Faces, the cultists and demagogues summoned to their master's planet in the hope of an eternal reward that was all too real. Their bodies were merged with the wood that had grown as the seasons passed, twist¬ing their limbs into canopies of fleshy branches and deforming them until there was barely anything human in them save for their suffering.
They said the screams could be heard from orbit. They were right.
At an unheard signal, the ground began to seethe. The crucified of Khorion IX began to wail even louder, their agony supplanted by fear, as the sodden earth burst into fountains of bloodstained soil and a hideous gibbering rose up from beneath. Iridescent, shifting creatures crawled up to the surface, some with long reaching fingers and torsos dominated by leering, huge-mawed faces, others with bloated fungoid bodies that belched multicoloured flame. There were raven¬ous swarms of tiny, misshapen things that gnawed at the roots of the crucified forest and immense winged monsters like huge deformed vultures that spat magic fire. Every one was a shining multicoloured vision of hell, and each was just a pale reflection of their master. The Prince of a Thousand Faces, the Forger of Hells, the Whisperer in the Darkness - Ghargatuloth the Daemon Lord, chosen of the God of Change.
A tide of daemons burst like an ocean from the ground and flooded through the crucified forest, shrieking in anticipation and hunger, the greater dae¬mons marshalling the lesser and the lowest of them, forming a mantle of daemon flesh that covered the ground in a sea of iridescence.
The daemonic tide poured onto the surface until from far above it looked like an ocean of daemonskin, the lesser daemons sweeping between the rows of the crucified and the greater crushing Ghargatuloth's slave-victims beneath clawed feet. The will of Ghargatuloth resonated through the very crust of Khorion IX; every single one of the Tzeentch's servants felt it.
The next turning point will be here, it said. Thou¬sands of the Change God's plots were coming to a head in this battle, a tangled nexus of fates that would set the path for the future. It was fate that formed the medium through which Tzeentch mutated the uni¬verse to his will, and so this was a holy battle where fate was the weapon, the prize and the battleground.
The cackling of the daemon army mixed with the screams of the crucified and the air vibrated with the din. For light years in all directions the insane bab¬bling and screams of desperation gnawed at every mind, whispering darkly and shrieking insanely. Though the space around Khorion IX was largely devoid of human habitation, many of those few who heard the call of the daemon lost their minds in the prelude to the battle.

I am sorry to ask this again, but you could form a nation, then never post again, I just need more allies. I would maintain the country as an ally if you ever wanted to play it.

Could you do me a favor? In Human Interest there is a thread called Revolution in the Lower Countries. Would you consider creating a country and forming an alliance with me? I am kind of alone and by my self.

I would personally suggest India, Japan, or the Middle East but I wouldn't presume to attach conditions to a request.

If you can, I would be very grateful, if not no biggy.

Well, the crystal was never mine to begin with, it's something I want for my own. but, sure, I can attack the Shattered dawn.

Hey, i've had an idea for the "War Of The Worlds" RP.

Since you intend to invade to reclaim what's yours, if you attack the Shattered Dawn, Morris will remain on board and tell Sasha to go, using the escape pod to return to the ground. If you go after her, but let her live, it will give me a chance to reveal my Anti-Alien organisation.

Great minds must apparently think alike.