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- Sorcerer Xelioks was last seen:
- Jun 1, 2014
- Oct 5, 1994 (Age: 25)
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- New Badab
I am Xelioks, Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons.
- Barkeep at the Flayed Corpse
I was born from the unholy consummation of the immaterium and my bastard parents. From a night of soulless debauchery i was made flesh! My mother in her screams praising the holy Tzeentch gave her life in order for me to live and my father sacrificing his own life with a ritualistic dagger, their psychic energies augmenting my own. I, as an infant laying on the floor of my parents blood a sorcerer by the name Delakarn raised me from the bloodied ground and sired me as his apprentice.
Delakarn raised me and honed my psychic ability, the power of the warp flowed naturally through me and taught me in the changer of ways.
When i was the human age of 16 i was implanted with the gene-seed of the Thousand Sons and given my own mantle "The Harbinger of Thought". Upon my blue and yellow trim breastplate marked many litanies and sacred rites of Tzeentch, blue texts morphing and changing continuously such as the will of the Fateweaver.
I stood with Delakarn during the Black Crusade we killed many of the false emperors subjects. A force commander of the Ultramarines by the name of Zael Pureheart was struck down by my Doombolts, I saw his armor crackle with psychic energy and from there I conjured chains from the abyss shackling him and making him slump to one knee. I look down into his bloodied eyes, his teeth gritted barking at me like some hive world dog. I slowly taking my gauntlet off I took my index and middle fingers and plunged them into his eyes while saying "You shall suffer not the false sight that has been gifted by your corpse emperor, I shall show you the true nature of this universe!" With that psychic energy coursed through my veins and shot directly into where my fingers where in his eyes as grey matter exploded onto my breast plate I chuckled softly, bemused by the fact that a pitiless dog such as him be graced so favourably by the master. With that i took his spine and crafted it into a curved blade, a scythe to call my own. Blessed by the Fateweaver ever-changing runes grafted all up the pole and on the blade itself. With this glorious birthing of a true weapon of chaos i christened it "Verificare ex mortem"
After the crusade i left the Thousand Sons in search of a new Warband which is where i found the Red Corsairs. For several years i worked as one of the sorcerers in the coven, advisers to Huron Blackheart Warmaster of the Red Corsairs. There my life was less chaotic i studied the ancient texts of many Xenos and Heretical alike raided from worlds the Corsairs decided to pillage. I stayed with them for 50 years as i grew in power and helped Huron plan his upcoming raids till eventually i tired of this existence and set up the Flayed Corpse in reverence to how i killed Zael Pureheart those many eons ago.
Now, i wait here on New Badab listening, prowling in the shadows waiting for a new warband to take me on as their Sorcerer Lord so that i may guide and council my new warmaster and crush his enemies with bolts of warp and fire!
PRAISE TZEENTCH, CHANGER OF WAYS, THE FATEWEAVER THE ONLY TRUTH!