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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 3005509" data-attributes="member: 9255">THE CREATION SCHEMASEGMENT 2558/05/06“Poisonous Thoughts”Lord Tyranid was curious about the attempt to escape made by these creatures.  Their memories suggest they are known as Cider and Elaydren.  Images swirl and become chaotic.  The fiend concentrates to sort out the images of the dozen or so creatures she feeds on currently.Cider.This creature is a very deluded form of fiend.  Breeding has robbed it of its true nature.  It is a hunter and slayer.  It seeks comforts and power.  It traveled the world of man.  The images seen show a war of humanoids.  It ended in a disaster that molded a country into something unsuitable for them.  Could it be the new home for the Horde?This creature joined a brood of various humanoids to seek something.  Something old and magical.  A piece of a magical puzzle known as a Schema.  It was believed to be at the shelter here.The Tyranid Lord considers this.  Many powerful things have been taken from there to be studied.  Could she have it?   Could she already have the item they all seek.  Could it be that powerful?The female known as Elaydren is harder to sort.   She lies too many groups to get the power she seeks.  She seeks the piece also.  For a mortal, she has great plans.  She wants to be a Lord herself.  She has mastered the use of magical sticks called wands.  Another shields her mind from further investigation.Greed.Greed seems to power these humanoids now just as legends say it did thousands of years ago.  Greed will be the weapon …. my mind …..my body……..  WHAT IS HAPPENING >>>> TO ME?!?The fiendish creature known only as Lord Tyranid jerks and thrashes within her memory throne.  She begins to float (Fly Potion) and her scales thicken and strengthen (Bull’s Strength potion).   Mild sickness comes over her (Healing potions bought at discount that heal but leave one sick feeling).In fiendish she begins to call out.  Her attendants begins to pull tubes out of her throne to spare her the pain and displeasure of Cedious’ ill cocktail of potions and brews.  Then the black icor hits her.  Her mind reels at the affront.  Her immortal life essence wants to leave her but as a fiend it is well anchored to her.  Her red eyes flash yellow and her scales begin to rot slightly then she slumps and lies still within her throne.Many of the creatures hesitate.   No direction … no orders are given.  Their minds are empty of ideas, thoughts and orders.  Only the free-willed generals act on her behalf.  Poisonous and acidic spittle spills from her mouth as her head falls forward.Rational thought begins to escape her.  CHAOS only reigns within her mind.   Her hate and evil grows of the humanoids.   She has new ideas and thoughts.  All Chaotic but to her perfect and very orderly.A new engine of CHAOS and destruction has been borne from the poisonous and mutative icor found on Starvos Isle.   Let the world shake in fear.</blockquote>

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