The road to power!

>>4667979
>The Road to Power: A witch hunter's thesis on Chaos and its worshippers. An inquisitor's insight in the mind of a cultist.

This, please.

>The Denied: The story of the most infamous of female servants of Chaos, a tragic tale of a beautiful woman serving Slaanesh.

Do this and I will love you long time.

epic thread potential right here.

>>4668020
Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out.
I don't want this to be an epic thread, I want to share what I have with other people with the same interests as myself.
Anyway, so far people seem to be interested in the Road to Power. I'll get started on that.
Please excuse the speed - I don't have them saved, so I am typing them out piece by piece.

THE ROAD TO POWER
by Ramheldt van Hadden, Witch Hunter Captain.

To those who would seek to serve the Infernal Powers, sanity must be their first sacrifice upon the altars of their new and terrible gods. There can be no doubt of that.

I believe that it is human nature to be drawn to the mysterious and unknown, but I believe also that it is human nature to be intellectually and emotionally lazy. Therein lies our greatest weakness. The seductive promises and many blandishments of Chaos can often prove too much for weak-minded individuasl. This is because it panders to this laziness, as well as to our stronger instincts of self-preservation and independence.

For those ambitious and foolish enough to take it, Chaos offers a quick road to very real power, and in our world where justice, wealth and happiness are often the prerogatives of a privileged few, the Chaos Gods can seem to offer a perverse hope to the destitute. Sometimes, to the most desperate, the only escape from starvation and a slow death appears to be in the egalitarian favours proffered by the Chaos Gods. So, whatever the rights and wrongs of it, there are those who willingly throw their lot in with the Infernal Powers.

>>4668110
Those that do must give of themselves freely and completely - the daemon-gods demand nothing less. Supplicants must dedicates their bodies, minds and souls, and leave behind all vestiges of their former humanity. Once dedicated these foolish individuals are doomed to the all-or-nothing existence of an aspiring champion of Chaos, their reward being either ultimate power or endless oblivion. There is no half-way point - the Chaos Gods are fickle in their attentions, and a life in their service is nothing if not a gamble.

Few candidates are deemed worthy by the gods to bear Their Mark. More often than not, it takes a gret endeavour or supreme effort to earn the favour of a Chaos Power, and many a vile deed of staggering corruption has been carried out by aspiring champions in hopes of attracting the gaze of their chosen god. Yet these would-be champions must accept such acts as the natural price of a life in the service of Chaos; the rules will not be altered for anyone once the game has begun.

>>4668130
Mutation and madness are also part of the price of worshipping the Chaos Gods, but again, and conversely, mutations and madness are often Chaos Gods' 'rewards' to their favoured servants as well. One would be forgiven for wonderin why so many take the horrific risk of becoming an aspiring champion of Chaos. In fact, to any true servant of Sigmar, I'm sure even destitution, starvation and injustice would be preferable to a life livingat the whim of the all-powerful but insane Chaos Gods. But one must take int account how these Powers operate. Unlike Holy Sigmar, Who invests His divine Purpose and Will within His servants as a gestalt whole, the Gods of Chaos seem to invest Their own debased strength and purpose within individuals whom THey deem worthy - hence the process and culture of aspiration that surrounds the Champions of Chaos.

This culture of aspiration gives the Chaos Gods the opportunity to test the strength and dedication of potential candidates, so that they can judge which are 'worthy' and, more importantly, able, to become the mouthpieces of Chaos. It is this directness that brings about the dichotomy of the Chaos Champion.

>>4668172
A successful champion is very likely to attract the attention of his patron deity for a brief moment, and be rewarded - perhaps with the gift of a magical weapon, or maybe with some uncanny supernatural ability. This can make the recipient of such rewards feel very close to, and favoured by, his gods and in a way they might not have while in the service of other, more wholesome deities.

On rare occasions, the most dedicated Chaos champions are awarded the highest accolade possible: they are elevated to the tatus of daemons. This is the ultimate reward and gal of all champions, and having achieved this state their immortality is assured.

>>4668190
For the rest, however, their flirtation with power often ends as abruptly as it began. The Lords of Chaos have their own reckoning of mortal affairs, and when a champion is found to be lacking in some way or another, his punishment is awful indeed. For an aspiring champion, the reward of failure is to be cast down to the state of a mindless spawn of chaos, fated to run throughout eternity, gibbering and shrieking, with all the other countless individuals who have been used and tossed aside by the gods of Chaos.

But then these are the risks that aspiring champions must accept, for, if they truly are on a short road to power, then it is also a very pitted road. No man can escape that day when his fate will find him out. To exist in twisted glory as a Daemon Prince or to languish as a mindless spawn - this is the true price of a life spent in the service of Chaos, and were I to live a thousand years, no inducement would encourage me to seek either.

>>4668216
And that's the Road to Power, folks.

What do you want next out of the OP list?

Epic thread OP!

>>4668230
Get out.
Give me your thanks if you want to but don't say "Epic thread, OP!"
This is not my material, I am simply bringing it from one place to another. The proclaimation of 'epic' should only be applied to original content.

>>4668247

Type faster u faggot!

>>4667979
>>4668226
Conversing with the Damned!

>>4668259
Will do.

Let's have the armoury, also, awesome of you to do this OP

Conversing with the damned sounds hilarious.

The Denied sounds very interesting.

>>4668292
The Marquis Alphonse Dolmance is the last in a long and noble line. Some say that his family roos begin with the pirates lords of Sartosa, and that they only moved to BRetonnia after amassing a considerable fortune from their corrupt activities, sometime in the fifteenth century of Our Lord Sigmar. Whatever the case, the Marquis's father, Jean-Chevalier, Comte de Dolmance, was a powerful and decadent man; noble who ruled by sword and fear rather than any more benevolent policy. Being a grossly debauched man, Jean-Chevalier lived with two 'wives', and was rumoured to have enjoyed countless lovers and courtesans throughout his life. Despite all this, Jean-Chevalier was also a learned and free-thinkg philosopher, his controversial writings finding their way across Bretonnia, Estalia and to our own dear Empire. Suffice to say, Jean-Chevalier came to a no-good end, and his son, Alphonse Dolmance, took up his father's libertine mantle with startling vigour.

Though sent to train as a knight, as indeed all the young aristrocracy of Bretonnia are required to do, Dolmance never took to the life of a warrior. Although it is said that he possessed a fiery spirit and showed considerable savagery in battle, he had no respect for his tutors and lacked the humility required to earn the spurs of knighthood. He left his training without a backward glance, and they say he never once showed the slightest remorse or shame for doing so; a terrible thing indeed to the honour-bound nobles of Bretonnia.

Your typo's give me a sad

>>4668349
What followed was a life filled with such extreme controversy and hedonism that even his late father's colourful reputation seemed dim by comparison. It was not long before Dolmance was brought before his king to account for his 'base and unchivalrous' behaviour. This 'accounting' turned into a criminal trial when suspicions were roused as to the true nature of Dolmance's debauchery. Some suspected the hand of Chaos in Dolmance's deportment, but the Marquis denied all such accusations, giving this statement to the court:

>>4668354
Typing as fast as possible without giving the keyboard a glance creates typos, you know.

Still, it's understandable, and that's the key.

These are some really good stories, Tempest! Have you considered submitting any to GW?

>>4668367
"I am the Marquis Dolmance. Within my veins flows the blood of some of the most distinguished and noble families of this fair realm, the same blood that flows through many of you, and as such I deserve to be heard.

"I was born to wealth and luxury, as indeed were all of you, and was told from my earliest age that Fate and the gods had surrounded me with such plenty because it was my destined right to possess them as a nobleman of Bretonnia. I became the proud, imagintive and irascible man I am today precisely because of this upbringing, and I freely admit that in the past I have entertained the notion that all other people were created solely to submit to my desire, and that all the world should seek to flatter my whims.

"In short, I say to you that I am my father's son; a product of what he and his fellow noblemen of Bretonnia taught me to be. So indeed, I am what my circumstances have made me, and they have made me a true son of Bretonnia. I see no reason why I should be penalised for matters and eventualities that are so clearly beyond my control."

>>4668380
1/10, troll harder

>>4668380
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>>4668406
Dolmance was released shortly afterwards, although he was banished thenceforth from Bretonnia. Disgraced and exiled from his own counry, the Marquis settled in the free-port of Marienburg. There he continued with his wicked ways, and in time his true nature became obvious to the local authorities. Dolmance was apparently no longer content to enact his petty perversions, and so took the extreme step of establishing his own coven dedicated to the worship of Slaanesh. THe success and eventual size of his coven was truly remarkable (helped in no small part by the Marquis' personal charm and fabulous wealth), and prompted the burgomasters of Marienburg to make the uprecedented step of requesting special assistance from our own Templars of Sigmar. The Witch Hunters agreed, their only proviso being that should they find enough evidence to arrest Dolmance, he would bedeported to Altdorf for trial and execution. The burgomasters agreed and Dolmance was captured and brought to Altdorf to face his doom.

Having witnessed Dolmance's interrogation at the hands of Marshal Clement of the WItch Hunters, it has become apparent to me that despite his obvious deviancy, the Marquis is an extremely well educated and erudite man. With the dispensation granted to me by the Theogonist Volkmar, and the authority it grants me over certain canonical matters, I have been able to request a stay of execution for the Marquis, so that I might glean some first hand wisdom as to the psychology and disposition of a Chaos Cultist.

For his part, the Marquis agreed to speak with me, just so long as I was intending to talk with him, rather than, in his own words, "... preach the miserable doctrine of the Sigmarites." The man is completely unrepentant!

Just want to thank you for taking the time to do this for us, Tempest. I, and I'm sure /tg/ as a whole, appreciate it.

>>4668469
Although I knowI should hate him for his crimes against our land and our Holy Church, I freely admit that the scholar in me finds it hard to despise one possessing such wit and intelligence as he. I began my conversation with him by stating that very fact. Here follows the transcription of his response, and our subsequet conversation:

Someone from the last thread here. Good to see it returning. Cheers.

>>4668380

Ignore the trolls, it's summer.

>>4668489
Alphone Dolmance: and why should you, Herr Rihter? After all, my misfortune is not a product of my own thoughts and acts, so much as it is a product of thoughts and acts of other, more petty-minded people! I am an artist, scholar and aesthete, and the fact that my beliefs do not match your own is no good enough reason for an intelligent man to give into hatred!

Richter Kless: That is true, Marquis. But you must accept that this is more than just a case of religious intolerance on my part. You worship a proscribed deity, one that encourages you towards the most horrific acts in His name.

AD: IT is the crime of your own austere religion that it insists all the works of the Chaos Gods are irredeemably horrific. Clearly this cannot be the case. Am I horrific? No, don't answer. I fear that bore Sigmar has knocked too much sense out of you for you to give me a fairly and reasoned reply. Think on this instead: If the Chaos Gods represented only suffering and ugliness then they would surely gain few converts, and without the souls of converts to feed them and drive them on, their powers eventually begin tofade from our world. Why would they risk harming themselves by driving away the laity?

RK: So you believe Chaos offers more than simple damnation?

Thanks for posting all this, tripfag. These books are a cunt and a half to obtain.

>>4668527
AD: Of course I do! And it is more than simple belief, Richter. Much more. Chaos offers the quick fulfilment of dreams and gratification of the Self. And of all the gods of Chaos, none make this offer more tempting than Lord Slaanesh.

RK: So you embraced evil simply for the 'gratification of the Self', as you put?

AD: You race ahead, Richter. Define for me what you mean by 'evil'.

RK: I would think that evil, at least in the context of a Slaaneshi cultist like yourself, would mean debauchery and unutterable pervsion leading to a kind of selfish hedonistic madness.

AD: How very specific of you. Well, I'm sure some of the more exuberant of my Lord Slaanesh's followers might have appeared 'debauched' and 'unutterably perverted mad men' - at least by your lights - but it is true to say that by far the majority of His mortal followers are civilised and educated people, just like me. Just like you.

RK: Not like me, Dolmance.

AD: You're so sure? I know many a cleric who has turned from his own dour religion to the more tangible delights of Slaanesh. What makes you think you are so different?

RK: I know that I could never find joy in the cruel perversities expected by your foul god.

>>4668560
AD: Foul? Is joy foul? Why do assume that the Lord of Delight expects only perversity from His followers? Slaanesh is, amongst so many other hings, the personified manifestation of pleasure, and more importantly, the desire to experience pleasure. How we generate that pleasure is not important to Him, the fact thatwe experience it at all is enough.

RK: You are trying to tell me that your god has no interest in debauchery? We both know that isn't true.

AD: I have no doubt that Slaanesh takes His delights from all acts that gratify the senses. But, if I may say so, you are far too obsessed with what you all 'debauchery'. For all our apparent intelligence, we humans are creatures of nature. Every emotion and drive that we experience, and therefore every act we initiate, is a product of our natural state of being, and not simply pressed on us by some insidious external force.

RK: So you are saying that Slaanesh does not promote hedonism in His name?

AD: Not at all. I am trying to say that the gods are but reflections of our own emotions and drives, they are a product of our own desires, not their own. You cannot condemn any one of them for what they are or what they do, for they are simply projects of these processes that make us human. They are us and we are they.

>>4668597
RK: But the Chao Gods represent only extremes! There is no virtue in any one of them.

AD: Oh Richter, why must you SIgmarites lways drone on about 'virtue' as if you alone were the keepers of it? An educated man such as you must have studied history? You must have seen that there is no eternal morality, but a shifting mass of beliefs that change from age to age? As for all those things you regard as virtues, why they are just named responses that have been condition by variables the world we men have constructed around ourselves and the geography that the world is built upon, and then inflicted on us. 'Virtue' is a word born from a lack of imagination and a fear of experimenting with what it is to be human - or rather a fear of seeing ourselves for what we really are.

RK: You seem to forget the reality of your immortal soul, Marquis. What will happen to you when you die and your foul god comes to claim your soul? Where will your libertine sensibilities leave you then?

>>4668624
AD: Ah, your reasoning becomes clearer to me now. So fear of punishment in the hereafter is the driving force behind your morality? I might have guessed. Well then, I put this to you: If Slaanesh is indeed the product and personification of all delight and pleasue, then perhaps He is not so terrifying a god as you might think. Whereas you have mentioned, ad-nauseam, that my god is often one of sensual excess, He must also be a god of contentment, joy, and honest satisfaction. But you look sceptical. I understand, Richter. I felt the same as you must do now when I first learned the truth. It's so easy for us to accept that a god of Chaos is present in the 'debased' acts of rape or sadism, but a far harder thing indeed for us to accept that He is also a product of the feeling generated b love and aesthetic appreciation. But it's the truth. Slaanesh's influence extends to all those things that give us pleasure, in whatever way, shape, or form they take - including, therefore, all endeavours that are passionate and creative. Though I would happily debate with you against the existence of an afterlife at all, if by some stretch of the imagination there is one waiting for us beyond the veil of death, perhaps mine will be somewhat more enjoyable than the one offered by your grey and authoritarian god.

Oh wow, this Alphone guy is fucking epic.

>>4668677
Not really. I'm just picturing a Templar smashing his face in with a really big hammer.

>>4668685
I'm picturing him finding out that his afterlife holds nothing but an eternity of being raped by bladed dicks.

>>4668661
RK: You are seeking to undermine my beliefs, Dolmance. It won't work. I have read the reports from soldiers fighting along our northern borders. Slaanesh is a source of suffering and debasement. That is all.

AD: If it were as simple as that, why do you think so many artistic and philosophical institutions have bee found to hide a cult of Slaanesh? The reason romantics, idealists and intellectuals are attracted to Slaanesh is precisely because He is the greatest patron, and product, of beauty, love and aestheticism - and all the senaul pleasures of art, music and companionship empower Him. Even the contentment I assume you glean from worshipping the Heldenhammer is a form of pleasure, and therefore empowering to my Lord Slaanesh.

RK: No! I... No. This is a pointless conversation, Dolmance. This consultation is over.

AD: How like your kind to be frightened by smpl truths! Ask yourself this: Would it be so difficult to embrace a god that asks you only to take greater pleasure in the wine you drink, or the food you eat? How tempting would it be to be able to take the same enjoyment from the simplest things in life, as you would from some great achievement or intellectual endeavour? How could this not be attractive?

I told my scribe to cease his transcription at that point.

I have begun to comprehend the insidious and seductive nature that so typifies Slaanesh and his servants. But I am strong in my faith. I will not be lured from the path of righteousness by anyone - least of all by a jaded Bretonnian with a silver tongue.

I am resolved to speak to Dolmance again, for I am certain there is much I can learn from him yet. Next time we speak I shall be mindful to keep the conversation away from the more esoteric aspects of his beliefs.

The argument is highly persuasive but hardly binding.

The nature of the human soul is to feel the need to indulge ourselves, the animal within, but to be human is to show restraint and show intelligence as to to proper avenue of release, so that the beast is not something that threatens to overwhelm us but enriches us and our understanding of our very nature.

>>4668677
He is Warhammer's Hannibal Lector.

Anyway, what next, folks?
We've got two more choices next - or we could find another passage related to dear old Alphonse.

>>4668719
Nah, he's got nothing on Feytor. Armoury of Chaos, please.

>>4668697

Fucking heresy in the making
Don't talk to him, break his fingers!

The Denied!

Pretty please?

>>4668726
Feytor's got a tragic story - but not the silver tongue of Alphonse and the sadastic attitude of one who serves both Slaanesh and--
Oh, spoilers. Sorry.

The Denied

Let's go for the Denied. Fluff is more interesting that information about weaponry.

>>4668736
>>4668761
The Denied it is.

>>4668760
Tzeentch?

>>4668773
Yes, it's quite obvious.
Alphonse is actually a true servant of Tzeentch - servitude to Slaanesh is actually a cover-up.

>>4668784

>>4668784
The problem I have with that story is it bugs me - I imaigne a Witch Hunter is much less likely to fall because of an argument like that, or a seed of doubt planted by such, than they are by the pursuit of justice. Like the Witch Hunter who falls in the Mordheim rulebook - that struck more of a chord with me.

>>4668784
I'm now imagining a Rubric Marine who paints himself red, thinking it will make him go faster, and then a Lord of Change gets a BRILLIANT idea, hands him a chainaxe, and tells him to go infiltrate some Khorne Berserkers.

>>4668797

What happens there? I mean, who's 'reponsible' for justice in the chaos pantheon? Tzeentch on principle or Khorne for execution?

>>4668811

I'd think the armor would expose him, but it is an interesting idea.

WRITEFAGS!

As the days have passed, my grip on the physical world becomes ever more sporadic. One moment I am sitting here in my study, and the next I find myself in the Northern Wastes once more. But my presnce within the Wastes is fluid and ever changing. From one heartbeat to the next I seem to travel vast distances, yet when I try to walk any distance for myself the going is slow and arduous. I do not know where I am being taken, but I know I am being drawn by some external power. I can only pray that my invisible guide is Holy Sigmar, and not some malevolent escort.

Today I found myself before a tall monolith of white marble. Fine silks of purple and gold were draped around it, somehow untouched by the harsh winds and blinding sleet that tore across the Wastes. I knew that this edifice had been erected to the lascivious glory of Slaanesh.

Lifting aside the great swathes of silk, I saw the inscription carved into the pink-veined marble of the monolith:

"I write of my love, I write of my mistress, she who is the Daughter of Pleasure, the Sister of Delight.

"Though her arms and neck sparkle with gorgeous jewels, they are dull and devoid of lustre next to the seductive malice that shrines from her eyes.

"Her lips are full and wanton, her teeth are needle-like pearls. In her hand she holds a golden Chalice, overflowing with the wine of her hatred.

"SHe is drunk with the blood of righteous men, and her body sways to the song of lost innocence."

"Though I long for her embrace, Ifear her, for I know that though Death stands before me, my lady shall never let me go.

"Traveller, heed my words. The Favoured Concubine has returned, and she shall claim back all that was denied her."

>>4668817
He becomes a Necromancer, not aligned to the Chaos Gods - although the magic of a Chaos tome is the final nail. He's pursuing a sorceror, specialising in Necromancy who he has a vendetta against. He abandons more and more of his principles as he makes his way through the city of Mordheim and fights other warbands. Eventually, he kills the Necromancer but the undead come out victorious over his own forces. He starts to use his book of sorcery and just steps into his shoes.

>>4668797
Richter is no Witch Hunter - he is the author of the Liber Chaotica. He's nothing but a librarian with shit loads of authority.

>>4668866
Fair enough. Is therebackground on what happens to him after he writes it?

>>4668842
I have had time to muse upon these words and I believe I know of whom they speak. The 'Favoured Concubine' can be none other than the vile Slaaneshi creatures known as Dechala. Dechala who causes the hearts of men to go astray. Dechala who appears in the dreams of night and in the visions of day. Dechala who burns and casts down with nightmares the lands and peoples of Sigmar. Dechala, the Denied One.

Though I sit close to my fire, nothing can warm the chill inspired within me. This murderous harlot has plagued the Mortal Realms for longer than Imperial histories record. Throughout my researches I have unconvered numerous legends about her, although no two concur on all the details of her past. There are, however, twelve accounts that are interesting in their consistency.

Some suggest that Dechala's near-immortality is in fact part of a curse laid on her as punishment for some terrible crime long ago - although who laid the curse and what her crime might have been, the legends do not again. One legend that I found of particular pertinence tells that Dechala was once a beautiful princess of far-off Ulthuan who fell (or was pushed) into darkness millennia before the rise of Sigmar. If this is true it indicates that although the Elder race are less inclined to offer themselves body and soul to the service of the Chaos Gods, (as I have discussed in previous sections), it is by no means unprecedented.

The legend tells that Dechala was once the daughter of An-Toralis, a great and mighty lord of Nagarythe who had fought alongside Aenarion against the hordes of Chaos so many thousands of years ago. It is said that such was Dechala's porcelain-skinned beauty that she drew the gaze of the daemon prince Samael Silver Tongue, exalted servant of the Pleasure God. Wherever Dechala fled with her family, Samael and his daemonic minions would find them.

>>4668940
Samael wanted Dechala as he wanted no other being since his ascension to daemonhood, yet such was the cruelty within his heart that it was not enough for him to snatch her from her family, as indeed, he could mot surely have done. Instead, Samael wanted to drive her family apart, fermenting fear and hatred within their mortal hearts.

Always his demands were the same: if Dechala was given unto him, he would leave her family peace. Until that time, he hounded their every footstep, violating their homes and their minds, killing their servants and pets in the msot horific ways, and pushing each and every one of them closer and closer to madness. Perhaps it was Samael'sefforts that finally broke Dechala's family, or perhaps the brutal insanity that had emanated from Aenarion since he had drawn the Widowmaker finally affected them too. Who can say? Whatever the case, the day came whe An-Toralis struck a bargain with Samael, and handed over his daughter to the daemon prince.

Rather than simply abuse her and consume her soul, Samael chose to corrupt Dechala so that her beauty and grace would be his forever more. And this he did. Such was Dechala's fear of Samael, and such was her bitterness towards her father for abandoning her, that she was all too willing to become the monster Samael wanted her to be. In anger and frustration, Dechala agreed to marry Samael so long as he granted her the power to revenge herself upon her hated family. Wicked joy in his heart, Samael agreed. He gave Dechala strength of arm and skill with blades, and led her back to the camp of her father. In that fell night, Dechala unleashed all her wrath upon her one-time family, killing her siblings and cousins and drinking the blood of their children. Her father she left until last, and he took many hours to die, screaming his regret and his horror into the darkness.

This is an epic thread!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cheers tripfag. this is all from the liber chaotica, right? The one on RS?

The shame about you /tg/ is that I can't actually tell if the guy who continues to shout epic thread specifically to piss the Tempestfag off is a native or an invading /b/ goer.

>>4669022
Family had it coming, to be honest. But what do you expect from elves?

>>4669022
Such was the imagination and fury of Dechala's patrici that the Lord of Pleasure blessed her withHis mark. But as is often the way between th followers of slaansh, sdden jalousy began to ferment in Samael's heart that his beloved lord had shown Dechala His favour.Despite this, they mrried, and so were they bound, one to the other. But echala had tasted the painful glory and twisted passion that flowed from her new god Slaanesh, and she became less and less content to exist in the shadow of her husband and lord, Samael.

"I will linger below you no longer," she said at last. "We are equals, you and I, inasmuch as we are both favoured by Holy Slaanesh, created to serve him." But Samael would not lisen to her, and when echala saw that his thoughts were turning against her, she fled away into the Wastes of Chaos.

Samael's anger at his wife's lack of constancy boiled and raged. He lashed the ground and air with fire and fury. He raised his arms in prayer to his Master.

"Sovereign Lord!" He cried. "The woman that I took for myself has run from me! To her I showed Your Glory, and through me she tasted Your Sweetness. Bring her back, Darling One! Bring her back so that I might punish her, so that I might burn her with my coldest love!"

Then Slaanesh appeared before Samael, and wrath was in his gaze. "Make no demands of your Lord! Make no demands of Me lest I take back all that I have given you and cast you from My sight." Thus rebuked, Samael lowered his eyes from his master.

But Slaanesh loved His servant Samael and offered him this compromise. "If Dechala agrees to return to you of her own volition, then she is yours to do with as you please. But should she choose to remain apart from you, no matter how far Dechala may rise in My favour and Grace, she will never ascend to your height of daemonhood as long as you survive."

>>4669051

Invaders mate. a fa/tg/uy would have more tact and a masterful win-up of a few innocuous posts first. He'd make you want to clap once you'd figured that you've just been bamboozled.

>>4669100

Or so we hope anyway.

>>4669096
>as long as you survive.

I see where this is going.

As for the whole "epic thread" deal, the guy who posted it originally was probably saying "shit, generally unseen content being transcribed? This is awesome." Then the OP took it the wrong way and the poster turned/someone else took up the whole "epic thread" stuff.

Whatever the reason, I could care less. Just so long as those stories keep coming.

>>4669096
>she will never ascend to your height of daemonhood as long as you survive.
Yeah, even I could see this coming. Please tell me he at least tries to kill her instead of being naive.

>>4669096
And so it was tht Dechala refused to return to her husband, and was free to rise through the ranks of Slaanesh's favoured champions. Yet her freedom is bitter indeed, for no matter how many gifts she receives from her god, shewill never join the ranks of His daemons as long as Samael remains in existence.

Whereas both of these stories possess a certain romanticism, I can't help but wonder whether there is some grain of truth in them. Dechala is, after all, also known as 'The Denied One', and either of the two legends might lend an inkling as to what the title of 'Denied' refers.

There are some points in which all the legends agree: Dechala is without doubt one of the most inhuman creatures to have ever hunted beneath the stars. She is described as beautiful, pitiless, extraordinarily beguiling, despite the fact she apparently bears little resemblance now to either human or elf. The many blessings bestowed on her by her perverse god are said to have mutated her to such an extent that she appears more daemon than human.

Her skin is described as smooth, white as porcelain and without blemish. Her lower torso has been warped into the shape of a lithe and sinuous serpent, and her long tail ends in a scorpion's sting that hips and cracks when she is aroused or angry. Her blue-green eyes and said to burn with a wanton inner-light, promising terrible pain and boundless pleasure to all those who would stand against her.

Dechala's visage is said to evoke as much loathing as it does pleasure, and she obviously possesses the kind of beauty that only Slaanesh can bestow - as disturbing a it is irresistible.

>>4669175
Throughout the lon millennia, Dechala has missed no oportunity to demonstrate her total dedication as a disciple of Slaanesh. Her whole existence seems to be based around her need to indulge her every whim, and be free from what she regards as the shackles of Law and Order. However, it is plain that this painted monster seeks these things only for herself, everyone else can suffer and die for all she cares, just so long as her own desires are satisfied.

Yet death is not the worst fate of those who would stand against this Chaos whore, for such is Dechala's twisted nature that she prefers to enslave her enemies rathe than kill them. If the stories are to be believed, Dechala has created one of the most potent and dangerous substances in the world, using an uholy blend of sacrificial blood, warpstone, and the vile fluids of her fornication. Those unlucky enoughto be captured by Dechala are forced to consume some of this hideous elixer, and from that point on they need no chains to keep them from fleeing her camp. From their first sip, Dechala's prisoners become the msot desperate of addicts, as their craving for this noxious liquid renders themas helpless slaves to the slightest whim of their cruel and lustful mistress.

As can be expected of a Slaaneshi champion of her infamy, Dechala does not work alone.She has gathered about her a loyal band of Slaaneshi hedonists, and together they have cut out one of the bloodiest and most fearful reputations of any wrband to emerge from the Chaos Wastes. Like their mistress, they revel in the perversity and vice, actively enjoing the suffeing they bring to others - hence their name, the Tak'neisen, or the 'Tormentors'.

>>4669222
The decadence of the Tormentors is said to have sunk to levels ofdepravity unknown anywhere else in the world. I can only iamgine the horrors inflicted upon Dechala's slaves, as they amble around the Tormentors' camp, attending to the unholy desires of their masters. Each dose of Dechala's elixer that the slaves ingest induces their minds to slip further and further into a dreadful waking nightmare, while their bodies slowly warp andchange. In time, I am told that their physical shape deteriorates to such an extent that all that remains of these pitiful creatures is a quivering mass of abused flesh. Having allowed their slaves to reach this heinous state, the Tormentors then abandon them to the soul-wrenching withdrawal from Dechala's elixer, that will be followed by a painful and lingering death.

Before the slaves reach this point of formless damnation, they follow the Tormentors as a horde of shambling horrors - nightmarish blasphemies against nature that simply shold not be. Those enemies that the Tormentors do not slay for sport, or those unfortunate soul that are left wounded upon the battlefield, will find themselves overwhelmed by a mass of these screaming slaves, only to be held down and forced to ingest some of Dechala's vile elixer. One drop is enough to damn the recipent to become yetanother slave to the lustful cruelties of the Tormentors.

Death may seem a welcome relief to these poor souls.

>>4669278
That's Dechala, folks. I have to admit, I was kind of disappointed when the legend came to an end and it just began to go through the typical procedure of "SHE IS THE MOST EVIL CHARACTER EVER AND THESE ARE THE REASONS WHY" that every other champion in the Liber Chaotica has.

Armoury next, but first, break. My hands are shaking.

>>4669295

Were you but nearby I would you offer you a shot of Bacardi 151.

>>4669305
Given what regular Bacardi tastes like I'd imagine that the 75.5% versions tastes like the "finest" Trinidadian gutrot.

>>4669337

It tastes like piss is what it tastes like. Nothing better to take the edge off a hard day.

>>4667979
I liked the Story in Liber Chaotica when four exalted champions of Each Dark God are gathered, with each explaining why their god is best.

The end is my favorite.

>>4669337

Fuck what it tastes like, it's just suppose to hit your tonsils and then down your throat, burning like your penis did after that one night with the Jamaican whore.

>>4669369
Haven't actually heard of that one.

>>4669350
>>4669375
I'd wager that I'd be better off with the Trinidadian gutrot then, assuming that 151 is expensive.

>>4669385
I think it's in the Khorne one.

It's full of awesome and manly.

It ends, violently.

>>4669391

Depends on the brand, but you can get cheap stuff

>>4669406
>It ends, violently.

With Chaos, when *doesn't* it end violently?

>>4669295

Tempest, we love what you're doing for us, but please don't hurt yourself for our sake, please take a break before you really hurt yourself.

/r/ Dechala rule #34

>>4669440
It isn't that bad.

It just decide "Okay, that's enough" when my fingers twitch as if I am typing on an invisible keyboard.

Okay, folks. The Armoury is different. There are several different sections, so I will post them an see what one you want first.

>>4669460
Hastyr, The King Sword
The Bane Spear
Skar's Kraken-killer
Foubarche's Mist
Skolanjer
Grord
Gilellion's Soulnetter
Skitterdril
Fror
Chainsword
Minotaur's Bane

kraken-killer

>>4669481
Chainsword for the lulz

>>4669481

The Hastyr, the King Sword intrigues me.

>>4669488
Kraken-killer came first.

>>4669532
Skar was a reaver from the town of Iskvard. He was on board a longship returning to home after a summer's campaigning when they were beset by a fearful monster from the bottom of the Sea of Claws, driven to the coastal force by some unknown terror of the deeps. Skar was dragged from the boat and down into the dpths. he struggled and fought against the tentacle crushing the life from him while around him the longship began to sink and the monster ate its fill of Norscan flesh. His efforts were to no avail and, with his lungs burning, he was finally dragged towards the creature's rapacious maw. In his dying moments, his flailing hand caught hold of something solid. He gripped it and at that moment he felt his lungs expand against with fresh air. In his hand wa a sword that had its blade embedded in the brow of the sea monster. Invigorated, Skar drove the blade further into the monstrosity's skull and then pull it out and kicked away and into the black ocean. Skar ended up on the stone beaches of Iskvard along with the wreckage of his ship, bearing the same blade of scales with a sharkskin hilt. He was the only survivor, all the other crew having been consumed, crushed or drowned in the frigid water, and the townspeople needed little convicing to believe that he had been shown special favour by their gods. Skar Sealord, as he became known, travelled north, always staying within a few miles of the coast. He fought when he was challenged but aside from that he showed no interest in creating the wake of devastation normally casused by a champion's progress. Finally, upon reaching the northmost coast of the Shadowlands he seemd to come to arealisation. He released his retinue from their oaths of loyalty to him and strode confidently into the dark sea never to be seen again.

>>4669610
Awfully pussy-like behavior from a kickass norscan raider.

>>4669489
I saw this weapon first in he keping of Red Hand Kolchis but have since seen swords of a similar type in the possession of at least three other warriors and read description of more (such as the Snarling Hand of Isak Koomriver). Kolchis, a lone Khornate Champion aquired it deep in the eastern skull lands whilst carving his way through a tribe of dark-skinned orcs. It appears as a normal sword except, instead of a razor edge, a line of jagged teeth run down one side. At the wielder's command, the eeth race down the blade, ripping apart armour and flesh as easily as if they were parchment. The beast-hilt howls while it does so and whines if left unsated. Unsurprisingly, I have found this type of arcane technology almost solely in the possession of warriors of Khorne - as it suits their violent and noisy disposition. Even the weapon itself seems to favour Khorne, often as eager to rebound and tear through the guts of its wielder as the foe, as is demonstrated by the fate of Red Hand Kolchis himself.

>>4669610
So he went to have adventures under the sea?

>>4669529
A far-travelling Tzeentchian champion from the Hung passed on their legend of Hastyr, the King Swod. It stands alone amongst this anthology, for it is the only tale where it was not the man who wielded the weapon, but the weapon who wielded the man. Its full history rus over centuries and is far too lengthy to be reproduced here. But in summary it was discovered by warriors of the Hung in a cavern sanctified to an unknown god. Though obviously a dark weapon of great power the warriors kept it a secret amongst themselves, and instead built a conspiracy amongst the tribesmen to oust the chieftain. This they did, but on aquiring power their leader declared his comrades traitors and outcasts and executed them all personally with Hastyr. Hastyr was made the 'King Sword', a weapon that presented leadership of this clan of the Hung, and which was therefore carried by each andevery successive chieftain and as each chief cut his own flesh with the sword, Hastyr reached out and captured his soul. Through them, it controlled the clan for generations, using them for its own mysterious purposes before finally being exposed by the hero named Ana-mung, who discovered its true existence after his elder brother had become chieftain. Ana-mung revealed the truth and killed his brother, and was ostracised from the clan. After he left, Hastyr cast off its mortal agents and, bizarrely, ruled in its own stead for a further fifty years. Finally, Ana-mung returned from his travels in the Northernmost wastes and challenged Hastyr and bested it by plunging the sword into his own body and galloping away on his daemonic steed, his last command was that the immortal beast nver stop nor allow him to fall from his back.

The Bane Spear
Foubarche's Mist
Skolanjer
Grord
Gilellion's Soulnetter
Skitterdril
Fror
Minotaur's Bane

Choose.

Gilellion's Soulnetter

>>4669737
That is fucking GRIMDARK.

>>4669421
Nurgle.

You just sort of...dissolve.

That said, why isn't there a Ooze of Nurgle? It would look cool, make sense, be thematically appropriate, and be a lot of fun to paint.

>>4669755
Minotaur's Bane.

Let's get some Beastmen up in here.

>>4669780

Screaming as you die, the acids burning through your flesh. Yep, sounds entirely like a nonviolent way to die.

>>4669737
Ana-Mung is fucking hardcore.

>>4669804
or is could just be a wave of pus

>>4669767
Part-worshipped, part-hated and feared by the Skvengenite clan, the death warrior known as Gilellion the Lewd supposedly carries a blade that traps its victim into immortal servitude for its bearer. This, as I later discovered, Slaaneshi champion spurned all other companion, with his victims as his only retinue. He and his undead companion spent several years terrorising the Skvengenite land, who bitterly resisted him in turn as they feared that falling to his service would forever deny them their place with their rightful god. Warnings of Gilellion, however, quickly turned to myth as his attacks on the Skvengenites ceased and he disappeared from infamy's view. More recently, though, new stories ofGilellion have sprun up among the Tovonars and the Ecktars. For whatever reason, it appears Gilellion is heading east.

>>4669821

Either way, your end isn't likely to be pleasant. Messy bloody violent, or messy sick inducing violent. At least Tzeentch would probably have the decency to just fuck your head to death.

>>4669795
A patrol of Druchii horsemen from Har Ganeth annihilated a warband guarding an infernal forge. There they discovered an anvil made of minotaur skulls, and an axe cooling in a pool of blood. When he tested the blade, the captian of the patrol wa gripped by the grisly desire to tear the flesh from the recently dead and wolf it down. His men fled from his appetite and only returned when he had sated himself and fallen asleep. Believing him possessed, they slew their captain and destroyed the forge, yet in that mad way of the Druchii the second claimed the evil weapon as prize and returned with it to Har Ganeth to present it to his lord.

The Bane Spear
Foubarche's Mist
Skolanjer
Grord
Skitterdril
Fror

Make a choice.

Bane Spear, please.

>>4669881
Foubarche's Mist.

>>4669804
Not so much.

Nurgle is the god of decay, despair, and disease. It's presumable that sooner or later you're going to end up with Nurgle Cultists just dissolving into a puddle of putrefaction as whatever force was holding them together goes "y'all, fuck dis, I outta here."

Mist. I want to see some Foubrache's Myst.

I'm torn here.

I don't know whether to be disgusted by the OP's lack of a social life or gratified by it.

In anycase, you have whatever thanks I deem to offer.

Please continue.

>>4669888
The Bane Spear is a near-mythical weapon amongst theTahmaks. They tell of an ancient tribe whose chieftain bartered with a god for power to conquer all the tribes of the Kurgan.s In return he offered the souls of his tribesmen upon his death. The god granted him this power and his domnion stretched across half the world. His son however, was even more ambitious. In a bid to outdo his father he plooted to bring the very realm of the gods under their control. He learnt of a sorcerer who defied the gods' rules and denied them their tribute of souls. This intrigued the young warrior and so he took his men to the sorcerer's citadel of bone and laid siege to the place. After five years and a day, the citadel finally fell and the sorcerer was brought before the cieftain's son as a prisoner. He bartered his knowledge of darkest rites for his freedom, and instructed the chieftain's son in the rites to forge a weapon capable of banishing any servant of the gods from this earth. The chieftain's son tricked the sorcerer and slew him, making a spearhead over a fire of the sorcerer's bones and the cooling it in his blood.

>>4669946
To test the weapon, he had his shamans summon a daemon and, when it appeared, he thrust the Bane Spear into the daemon's hip. The daemon howled and was banished just as the sorcerer had promised. The young warrior returned to his tribe to challenge his father and make preparations to wage war against the gods themselves, only to discover that his father was no longer there. He had contrived to seal an alliance with another dark power so that he may be raised to the other realm, and reign still as a daemonic prince, thereby thwarting the pact he had made. The son was delighted, for with his father ascended he could now take his place. He fired weapon after weapon as he had done the spearhead, daemonkillers all, until the sorcerer's bones were blackened dust and his blood had all steamed away. With these weapons he armed his men and led them north. At the boundary stones of the mortal realm he challenged the gods to face him on the battlefield. Against him emerged a single god carrying a pouch. Was this all, the young warrior cried, that they could send to fight him? No, the god replied, it was simply to collect a debt, and it presented the chieftain's son with the body of a daemon who bore a mortal wound in his hip. And with that, the warrior's mighty army ollapsed from their horses as their souls were pulled from their frames into the god's pouch, which bulged sohugel tha h swung it over his back. The chieftain's son alone was spared, and taken along body and all into the realm ofthe gods to suffer in all the countless other ways a soul canot.

>>4669903
>>4669926
The legends ofCastle Foubarche in Aquitane tell of an ancient warrior who was challenged and bested by the first Duke Foubarche during the very establishment of his realm. According to the tale, the wrrior then returned somehundreds of yers later with a sword of mist, his declared intention to return to his realm with all those descendants of the original duke (which, due to the promiscuity of him and his descendants, could hve easily included all the inhabitants of the castle and most of the town).The warrior then thrust the mist sword into the chest of the curent duke and disappeared. The duke appeared unharmed at first, owever ove the following days he began o literally fade away, until he finall vanished comletely. THe fll tale is too long tob repeated here and can be found it the ledgers of FOubarche. A more fanciful, fictionalised version was also commercialised as the Ghostmaker by Antone Bellemarch, in which the bare essentials of the warrior and the eaon are largely accurate. The highly improbable ending was not, and far more gisly in real life.

>>4669998
I know it's just supposed to be a myth, but that makes no sense at all. If you could just sign away other people's souls to Chaos, wouldn't you just sell the entire Empire to Tzeentch and become the greatest daemon prince ever?

Skolanjer
Grord
Skitterdril
Fror

I'll be posting each of these in that order.

>>4670044
Tzeentch liked the guy who did that so much that he's still alive.

>>4670044
Incorrect.
He sold the souls of his tribesmen. He led them, they belonged to him, he could barter with their souls.

>>4670065
Still seems a bit iffy and in contradiction with the whole "give yourself completely and willingly" aspect. Hell, if you don't have to offer anything of value to you, it kind of undermines the whole deal, doesn't it? But what the hell, it's just Norscan folklore.

>>4670050
A young champion known as Urther bore this axe which he attested had been crafted from the scale of the dragon Skolanjer whic he himself ha killed. While carrying the weapon Urther made great display of how he could fly high above the ground and breath fire as though he were a fire lizard himself. I nevertheless doubt his claim of besting a dragon as, when the axe went missing, he proved himself of little martial ability. After its loss, he did not survive long among the warriors of Khorne and died ignorant of who had stolen it. For your interest I have enclosed the axe, that I have named Skolanjer, with this report.

>>4670096
Holtz Tellrman, a mage of the Amber college, was part of a company of troops under the Count of Middenheim who ambushed and destroyed a warband that had been systematically laying waste to series of halmets in the east of the province. Tellerman noted in hs journal that the leader the warband carried a sword tipped with runes and arcane symbols which radiated a mind-numbing menace and which sapped his mgical power even after its wielder was killed. None of the foresters complained of a similar feeling and so Tellerman theorised that the weapon solely targeted those who tapped the world's magical energy. Before he disappeared he noted in his journal that he sent back to his college for aid in destroying the weapon, though there is no mention of such, or indeed any further mention of Holtz Tellerman, in the college records.

Feels strange to see Tempestfag posting something that isn't Goto. Thanks, man.

>>4670127
Skitterdril
In the final battle before the ascension of Werner Flamefist, his pet cockatrice, Skitter, fell. Werner's successor used the remains of Skitter in a new weapon, forging the blade from the Cockatrice's warped, solidified tail, and setting its skull in the pommel. Those wo fell victim to this sword were petrified as though they had faced the cockatrice itself.

Fror
Hanz Grunfeld was an Imperial officerduring the Chaos Incursion of 2302 and he left this journal of hi experiences. "Before us stood a dark warior encased in armour that writhed and twisted before our eyes. Even as we dug our spear shafts into the ground, he brought out gaze to him as his hand moved to asword concealed at his hp. He drew it with a fluid sweep and brought it up above his head where, with a flash of lght, the blade itself ignited and burst into flame. For a moment hope leaped to my heart that our mages had called down hellfire upon this terrible foe, but h merely laughed at the burning sword and with a single stroke beheaded both our spears and a brace of my first rank of men, charring their clothes andtheir necks as their heads fell to the ground."

RIght folks.

I'll give it a rest then start against at 21:00 - or when the next hour begins, wherever you live.

>>4670205
And by start again, I mean post a particularly amusing saga from the Khorne section. I just feel that it needs to be included.

See you in a bit, Tempest. Enjoy your break.

There once was a Battle, a mighty conflict that spli the EArth and shook the Heavens themselves. By nightfall, the Powers stood in victory and their fall foes lay six score deep. The war-hors blew no more, the screams of the Dying had been drowned by the feasting calls of the carion creatures.Upon that savaged field did these four Champions come.

From the West of the Bloody Sun, the Red Warrior marched with a shield stacked with skulls.

From the South of Baked Heat, the Silken Wyrm slid with vials of pain.

From the East of Utmost Night, the Crowd Man travelled with a caravan o Death.

From the North of Blinding Darkness, the Burning One soared with a chalice of Souls.

Where the Dead lay thickest did these Four meet, and on the summit each one lay down their gifts. But when each Champion triedto dedicate these Dead in the name of their Power, he was torn from the peak by the tree who remained and thus not one could consecrate this bounty.

Thus the Challenge was issued, that the Champion of the greatestPower should speak up and convince the others of their folly. In this way, him who was most worthy would receive it.

The red Warrior stood forward first, for his power was eldest of all, and he spoke like thunder.

"The Blood God does not ask for this boon. He does not beg, nor plead, nor groel. He demands it as the Greatest of all gods. For it ishim that every creature n tis field and in the World is indebted.

"What are the Lynchpins of life but Blood, Anger and hate? And what are My Lord's Domains but the same?

"Each life arrives in my lord's colours. Each child's first act is to cry in rage. And that first scream echoes down the years and fills our heads.

>>4670355
"Each meal is brought with my lord's blessing. Our daily feast, one violent Death. And can there be else but Hatred in that act? If not of life, then of Death?

"Each Battle is won in my Lord's name. For the slogging horde knows that Savagery lies their only survival. ANd can even the noblest warrior be blamed for his thanks of an enemy's Death in place of his own?

"Those that live define themselves by those they Hate. It is our Hate that holds us, our Hate that saves us. It is our Hate that protects us from the dark things in the night. It is our Hate that drives us forward to conquer and progress. Our Hate that spreads our reach to all we may attain.

"And it is Blood that binds us, Blood that blinds us. We are born in Blood and when our Blood lies still, we die.

"Admit you all then, My Lord does govern all in Birth and Life and Death. In Man and in Beast. And heed me now when I say that you three owe Him even greater still.

"You canter and caper and indulge trifles and claim them towers. Your oaths of fealty are mere falsity. Lies and deceptions to claim a varnish on your nature.

"Who among you can claim never to have used His Tools? Who among you can claim never to have rejoiced in His Hate?

"We journey and we fight and we kill. War is our Life, Hate is our Passion, the wails of widows our lulling corus and the salted earth our marriage bed.

"Who among you does not truly follow Him?

"Our one true ambition is to put creation to the Sword and bear in Blood the True Realm. And it is He who will rule there.

"My Lord is the Beginning and he is the End. He is the Master of Mortals and the core of our Dead Hearts.

"Deny Him and you deny yourselves. Honour Him and acknowledge He to whom we owe it all."

Thus spoke the Red Warrior, with his voice of Drums and Death. And then he took his axe and cut each chmpion down, so that each may know the true Touch of the Blood Lord.

>>4670425
And with that, tonight our tales come to an end. Thanks for listening, folks.

>>4670434

Goodnight Tempest.

best ending ever.

Can we get an archive on this thread like with the previous one?

>>4667979
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/4667979/

>>4671139
Aces.