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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Karl Green" data-source="post: 1932456" data-attributes="member: 1467">/// Third Prologue, Last Night, somewhere with the Empire///Alone within the once fine banquette hall, the silent lady sat in the one clean place within the room, the end of a once grand table. Dirty dishes, plates, dinning ware, soiled cloths and clothing, and garbage were in piles around the rest of the room. Strange markings and symbols had been painted onto the walls and carved into portraits still hanging from them. Most of the chairs were smashed or damaged in some way, except the one in which the lady, still untouched and unsoiled. The lady’s face and arms were buried under thick layers of white powder, hiding the open sores and marks of the Changer that had begun appearing there some twenty years ago. Oh she had hid them for so long now, that it was an automatic response – a part of her daily routine. Sipping her cold soup now and again the lady hummed to herself some toneless rhyme of old. Her servant stood behind her, picked scabs off of one of his arms and popping them into his mouth too crew on them idly. His neck was far too long for any normal humans –at least two feet to long in fact – and his huge eyes – like those an of owl’s almost – no longer had any eyelids and glowed with a slight pinkish coloring.Suddenly the door opposite where the lady sat smashed open, as if a powerful wind had slammed into, for no one was there to have pushed it open – until the Chaos Warrior strolled in. His ancient full-plate armor – with green and red ruinous runes glowing slightly – made no sound as the Warrior walked. The thorns, spikes and barbs that pierced the armor may at first have looked like they were a part of it, but closer inspection showed they actually grew from the Warrior’s own body. A daemon-blade, black as night and with cursed symbols etched into it, hung at his side and seemed to sing some lullaby that only hellspawn babies might enjoy.Behind the Chaos Warrior stood huge Minotaur-Beastman. He had to walk at a crouch much of the time and was not look happy about it. The thing stopped at the door and hissed a bit, sniffing the air like a dog, it licked it lips and grunted. In it hands was a mighty cleaver-like axe that was rushed red with the blood of those that had stood against it. The Chaos Warrior strode up to the woman and spoke in a voice that seemed both faraway, yet was shouted into one’s ears at the same time “Well Madame, what say you on my proposal? I do not understand your reluctances to join my cause. My master does not like to be keep waiting, and I like it even less.”The Lady finally looked up from her soup bowl, looking into the mad eyes of the Chaos Warrior without fear “My dear Ulfhednar, I am still considering your – offer. When I have made the decision you will be the first to know. The – time – is not yet here.”For a moment the Warrior shook with barely contained rage, but then finally he calmed and spoke again “Humph, very well. I will wait, but my patients is not everlasting. Remember that I am not to be toyed with. The North is moving, the signs are right, the time is soon. War is coming to the Empire, blood will flow and the great Changer will rule this land. You can be a part of this new world, or you can be crushed beneath it.”With that the Chaos Warrior, Ulfhednar the Destroyer, turns on his heels and marched out of the banquette room, the Minotaur-Beastmen following on his heels. Its' tongue still tasting the air, rich with the dust Chaos…</blockquote>

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