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- >The warp parts before you, and you release the protective wards around your friends.
- >This was not where you had intended to teleport to.
- >You are immediately alert, scanning the dark room.
- >You grip your swo-
- >”Ah, I see you have arrived.”
- >You can’t find where the voice was coming from, but you can tell immediately it was nearby.
- >It almost sounded-
- >”Good, good. I have been waiting a very, very long time to finally meet you, Anonymous of the Thousand Sons.”
- >Alright, whatever it was that was talking, knew you.
- >”But, please…”
- >Candles are lit across the room, and you can see you are in your house.
- >Not at all your target for the teleport.
- >”Have a seat.”
- >Your eyes adjust instantly, and you can tell that your living room is fully lit, save for one particular spot…
- >You raise your sword, pointing at it, as you gather the warp.
- ”I don’t care what you are, but I demand you step forwards.”
- >There is an echoing chuckle.
- >”Do not try us, creature. We see you for what you are.”
- >You look at Luna, who’s a shade paler.
- >”Oh, forsooth?”
- >There’s a creaking as the shadows themselves shift and pulse, before spitting forwards a humanoid figure, about six feet tall and totally concealed in a thick black robe.
- >The only sign of anything inside those robes are two small green flames.
- >You turn your hand towards the Necron and unleash a barrage of Doom Bolts.
- >The robe sleaves do not show the creatures hands, but it raises one of them, a blue mist focused around its hand, and with a batting motion, the Doom Bolts falter and disperse harmlessly.
- >Luna’s horn glows, as does Trixies.
- >In a swirl of motion, glowing sigils form in the air, as, surprisingly, the glows violently falter.
- >”Please, may we dispense with the hostilities? I can negate your capabilities all day if I-“
- >Pinkie.
- >Right the fuck out of nowhere.
- >”Stop!”
- >You look down at Pinkie, who’s practically sitting on your arm.
- >How she got up there is a Mystery.
- >Must be all the exercise she gets bouncing everywhere.
- >”Thank you, Madame Pie.”
- >Pinkie glares at the intruder.
- >”Start saying words.”
- >The figures hands are burrowed back within its robes.
- >”Of course, but first I must request that I be allowed to sit. I have-“
- >You cut him off.
- “Now.”
- >The figure pauses, and twitches.
- >”As.. You wish, mighty Sorcerer.”
- >It was slightly perturbed, but you couldn’t get a feel on this thing.
- >It was about as expressive as a rock.
- >Even its tone betrayed no emotion.
- >If this wasn’t a Necron, you were a Hrud.
- >”Where would you like me to begin? There is much to discuss.”
- ”What did you do to divert us here?”
- >The witchfires in the eyes move, slightly.
- >Hillrious, it tilted its head at you.
- >”Explaining the ritual would take far too long. Instead, look up.”
- >You look up, as instructed, and see scorch marks on your roof.
- >What in the hell?
- >”It was a simple trap. The moment anything attempts to Teleport-“
- >The runes come alight with shifting colors, blues and greens dancing through them.
- >”-They are diverted here. Next question?”
- >You look at this thing.
- >You wanted to ask “Have I turned into a Hrud?”
- >Instead, you think of something more productive.
- “Explain to us what you want.”
- >The figure cocks its head in the other direction.
- >”Isn’t it obvious, Anonymous?”
- >There are no words passed for a tense few seconds, before, with a sigh, the figure finishes.
- >”I want you.”
- >There is a lengthy pause.
- >Then, a whirlwind of talking.
- >”Hold on there, stranger, what do you want Anon for? We kinda need-“
- >”-has been a Champion of the Realm, above and beyond what anyp[spoiler][/spoiler]ony could expect-“
- >”-Still hasn’t taught me how to do anything more advanced than just a basic Doom Bolt!”
- >The figure simply looks at you.
- >You look back.
- “When the Warp swallows the Galaxy. Then, I’ll come with you.”
- >The three friends silence themselves almost instantly when you begin to talk.
- >You glare daggers out at this… thing, from behind your helmet.
- >”Despite the fact that your Ponyville is clean of Eldar?”
- >”What do you mean.. Clean?”
- >Luna almost looks as white as Celestia.
- >The figure stands, before motioning to the door.
- >”Simply gaze outside, and you shall see.”
- >Luna doesn’t move.
- >”You.. You..”
- >Luna doesn’t move.
- >”You.. You..”
- >”Yes. I did. And now they rise from their shallow graves to serve me. Does that answer your question?”
- >You had only ever seen Nurglite plagues raise the dead, before.
- >Never before had you seen something in this condition that could command the dead.
- >The figure draws closer and finally you can see some features.
- >The lights dancing in the hood are small fires, set within what you guess to be a human skull.
- “If I were to come with you, what-“
- >”Would I give in return? It’s simple, really. I will not give you the Farseer, nor shall I interfere any further.”
- >It fidgets in the furrows of its robe, looking up at you.
- >”I have knowledge, more knowledge then you could possibly fathom, all there, open to you, if you but aid me. Once the Eldar have been dealt with, I shall collect you.”
- >The creature crosses its hands behind its back and walks past you, towards the door.
- >” I do not expect you to abandon your friends, Anonymous, but I require your aid.”
- >It turns to look at you.
- >”It is your choice if it is given willingly.”
- >It raises a finger to its mouth, and there is a slight ‘blowing’ sound, as all the candles in the room go out.
- >Its green eyes linger, for a moment, before going out.
- >Even you had to admit, that was well executed.
- >You return to the land of the Living with a flourish of shadows.
- >Shermanator looks up, grinning his shit eating grin.
- >In his hands is a pie, a fork stuffed in his mouth.
- “Shermanator, did you properly pay for that confection?”
- >”Nuh, buh ah pud sum monnhay in th’ registger.”
- >You sigh
- “Swallow before you speak, you troglodyte.”
- >He takes an almost painful gulp.
- >”Sorry. I paid for it, don’t worry Mr Bones.”
- “My name is not Mr Bones.”
- >”Skeletor.”
- ”My name is not Skeletor.”
- >He eyes you wearily.
- >You catch his meaning immediately, and glare at him.
- “My name is not the Witch-King of Angmar either.”
- >He nods, forking another load of pie into his mouth.
- >”Hokay, just checkin.”
- >You leave him, and head deeper into your makeshift lodgings, an abandoned cave, sitting down cross-legged.
- >Soon, very soon, you would leave this place, and take this Sorcerer with you.
- >All he needed to do was finish some business.
- >Your part here was played.
- >The pieces were set.
- >Now?
- >You simply had to wait to act.
- >You feel a soft hand run up your ribcage, and return to the present, looking up to see a clean face on your shoulder.
- >Very clean.
- “My dear, I take it you were successful?”
- >Green bile gurgles from her mouth as she clears her airways.
- >”Yes, master. I have ensured everything is as you require.”
- >You gently cup your beautiful child’s face, and return her gentle affections.
- >The Brotherhood of the Grave forsake none, a fellowship that was denied to her when she once lived.
- >If you felt true love for anything, it was a slight, fatherly connection to your tools.
- >And so you waited.
- >Your newest acquisition simply stayed in the darkness when the Pugilist was around.
- >For the later part of the night, events proceeded fairly evenly.
- >The Flayed Ones hunted, and were destroyed as the Sorcerer and his allies fought to the Farseer.
- >You watched from the darkness as the final battle took place.
- >In the midsts of the battle, the Farseer slipped away, attempting to escape from the brewing danger.
- >He retreated to his Lords inner chamber, ready to sell his life.
- >You chose now to strike.
- >The darkness in the entry chamber darkens.
- >The halls grow longer as chittering things claw at reality.
- >The shadows lunge and writhe.
- >Faces scream out as horrors not meant for reality struggle to get through.
- >In the deepest of the darkest shadows, a familiar figure slowly limps out.
- >A Warp Spider, a gaping wound in its chest, falls to its knees, blood oozing from the hole.
- >”F.. Farseer… We… We have..”
- >The Farseer recognizes the voice, and recoils.
- >”You… You should be-“
- ”Dead?”
- >You set a skeletal hand on his shoulder, and he nearly jumps out of his skin.
- ”You should know well enough, such a fate is denied as long as I yet reign.”
- >The illusion dispels to the Spiders cackling laughter as she rises, the false armor fading, the purple blood turning a fizzling green.
- ”Enjoy yourself, my dear. He is all yours.”
- >With a famished screech, the undead Eldar leaps upon the Fallen Farseer, her acidic blood oozing from her muscles, melting everything it touched.
- >It was a scream of physical hunter, but also one for retribution.
- >She had been spent like a “Mon’Keigh”.
- >You move through the darkness, cackling excitedly as you strut your stuff.
- >These Necrons were flippin’ beautiful.
- >They were everything you could ever want in perfect minions.
- >They were dumb shit
- >Tough.
- >Got back up when killed
- >Didn’t care if they stepped in something!
- >Oh, this was magnificent.
- >You grab one through the darkness, and drag it into the Nether.
- >Wraiths set upon it, dismantling it for later study.
- >You return to the physical world, and wish you had a face for the first time in a while.
- >The Warriors don’t even notice you, to them, you’re invisible.
- >You lean on one, and watch contently as the fight takes place.
- >Between watching the Farseer get torn apart by your pawn, the Necrons moving with perfect precision, and Celestia’s screams of pain…
- >Oh, this was a perfect world.
- >You would have to return here some day and conquer this Universe.
- >From what you have seen, it would be quite the fun experience.
- >Until then, you simply watch and wait, occasionally sending a Necron falling into the abyss of the nether, mostly on a whim.
- >It was fun hearing their metal be shorn apart from the shadows all across Equestria.
- >You watch absently as you hear a metallic clanking to your side.
- “Finally bothered to come and see what the fuss was?”
- >You look over at the Overlord, who watches below with you.
- >”I can tell you are here, yet cannot locate your position. Tell me why.”
- >You rise and stand infront of him.
- “I do not wholly exist in this realm. I exist, one foot in and one foot out, so to speak.”
- >It thinks for but a fraction of a second.
- >”You are no creature of the Warp.”
- >You liked this guy.
- “No. I am from another dimension, one which has no interest in the Material. The Nether.”
- >The Lord begins to walk away, and you walk with him.
- ”Tell me, are you afraid? Knowing you are about to die, at long last?”
- >The Lord does not respond.
- “I was too, the first time. But I’ve died a lot. I thought I was above fear, too.”
- >You remember the second time you truly died.
- “It was… Interesting, to know that not even power can stop death. It put perspective on things.”
- >”And you think I view it differently.”
- >It was a statement, not a question.
- “Oh, I know you do. You see, you never even faced your first real death. How could you understand it?”
- >You stop him, mostly with some arcane magic, but also with a hand on his shoulder.
- “You cannot stop him. No matter what plan you have in place, no matter what stratagem. You will fail.”
- >”And, why would that be, Phantom?”
- >He looks in the direction of your hand.
- >You simply release your grip.
- “Because, you cannot cheat death forever. And I do so dislike being cheated.”
- >A few days had passed sense your engagement with the Necrons.
- >Shermanator had sense returned to the tower, content to await your return.
- >It was now you decided to approach the Sorcerer.
- >You wait until mid-day, simply to get the drop on him.
- >You find him in the Ponyville market, browsing various random items.
- >The Nether hides you well enough, but you need to get closer.
- >You jump into his shadow, hanging just on the edge of control.
- >Tenuous grip, yes, but you did not wish to alert him.
- >Not yet.
- “I hope you’ve enjoyed your time.”
- >You whisper in his ear, just another shadow walking alongside his own.
- >You slowly rise from the darkness of an untended stall, and come to a stop facing him.
- “I hope you have been considering my offer.”
- >He clanks to a stop, and pauses, before looking down at you.
- >”You have no reason to return me here, should I come with you. Even if I did, this is my place.”
- >You tilt your head.
- “Perhaps.”
- >You snap your fingers, and your staff melts into existence.
- “But that can change in an instant.”
- >You produce a pale, almost clay-colored pendant.
- ”Do you recognize this?”
- >He nods
- >”That would be… How did you get that?”
- “This is what will befall your world unless you help me. There is a threat that will sap the life and color from your entire world. It shall become a void of personality and life.”
- >You extend the butterfly pendant.
- “Sorcerer, I will be frank with you. Your entire world is at risk. Your friends, your ponies, even your very life as you know it.”
- >You put it into his hand where is begins to vibrate and shimmer.
- “Come with me. I will answer every question you have, show you knowledge beyond whatever you could imagine, if you only help me.”
- >After a long pause, the Sorcerer looks up.
- >”Deal.”
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