Okay time to head back into the warp! The Nightfiend lunches at you from the shadows, his every move dancing quicker with one step to the next. You try your best to dodge, but your Armour suffers scrapes and cuts. The Rot fly tries to intervene, but even it's mighty wings are not enough to keep up. You fight on vigorously and without fear. Your cause for vengeance and anarchy too great to be cast down like the past glory of the Imperium. With that thought in mind you grasp a proton grenade in the plam of your right hand and throw it at the darkness. The light blinds the nightfiend and you manage to strike several blows to his chest, but he just laughs and shrugs off the pain. He rams his sword straight through yours and shatters it to pieces, while the impact throws you off guard and you fall to the ground with a thud. The nightfiend prepares to strike the finishing blow, but the rot fly rushes in and does the unthinkable..... It runs right in the direction of where the blow should have killed you, and sacrifices its life to save you. It gives a screech of pain as you look at it one last time before it transforms into a giant warp portal, sucking you and the nightfiend in it's void. Rot Fly: FOR THE PLAGUE GOD! RAGHHHHHHHHHHHH! You: For the plague God....... You tumble and fall through the fires and twisting images of the warp, clinging on to the hope of being sent to a much more civilized world for you to corrupt. Then again the Dark Gods are always fickle with mortals. The portal spits you out at last and you stand to find yourself at an abandon human village. You can hear the sound of explosives and gun fire from miles away and see spaceships of imperial design hanging high in the atmosphere. You can't tell if they're the traitor legions or the Imperial guard. You hear a cry for help coming from inside a demolished house behind you, but also see a trail of smoke coming from a road leading outside of the village. You still have your tau rifle and a few more grenades, you also have your DE armour on but have lost a loyal pet and a chainsword. How do you proceed? A.) Search the building for the voice and get some info on your whereabouts? B.) Go towards the smoke trail and gather weapons? C.) HEAD TO THE SOUNDS OF WAR AND SLAY ALL WHO OPPOSE YOU! D.) Cry for your dead pet and walk around aimlessly?
Okay I'm going with D as that's the majority vote. You look around and see the ruin of the deserted village, you ignore the dying cries of help from nearby, and start to aimlessly walk away from the road leading to the flowing trail smoke. All you can think of is the death of your pet and possibly the only way to gain back nurgle's favor. You stop a few feet away from what looks like to be an old, desecrated church dedicated to the emperor. With water filled,blood-shot eyes you stare idly at a still standing statue of the emperor himself, his eyes as dull and harsh as reality itself. You stop the water works long enough to throw your helmet down and spit on the statue in disgust, only for it to offer no reply in return. You take a look down of your helmet's visor and see your heretical appearance with the 8 pointed star on your forehead and the bruises and scares you've endured over the years from PDF interrogation methods. You: "How did it come to all of this? Am i just a pawn in all of this?" Voice: "Better question is who is the pawn and which is the king...." The voice projected itself from inside the church and you quickly wiped away your tears, obtained your helmet and ran inside to confront the anomaly. Inside the windows were shattered, the drapes were torn, and a huge, black iron pot sit where the broken,decayed remains of several priest and bishops laid. A man in a dark, worn-out robe appeared and poured unknown substances into the pot. He stirred the pot with a long stick and cackled as it bubbled and boiled as the bones and lanterns burned with twisted warp fire. You: "Alright you soggy old hermit you better give me one damn good reason why i shouldn't kill you now and steal everything you got! Better yet tell me what i need to know and I might not have to blase your sorry arse back to the planes of oblivion!" Hermit: "Humph! Youths these days! You have the nerve to meddle in affairs that are beyond your comprehension! Destroying altars to the gods! Misusing the gifts of chaos and forsaking everything you know to gain power and glory! *chuckles* Reminds me of my time on Necromunda! The backstabbing, stealing, and drug dealing always did fill me with excitement!" "Perhaps you may have need of someone with my experience, a mentor of sorts! Much like you, the gods of chaos forsaken me to this infernal planet for my failures to assassinate the leaders of House Van Saar and send the world itself plunging into the warp! Instead I was caught, interrogated and watched as the blasted inquisition burnt all my cults to the four winds! All my work undone! So what do you say? Want to help an old timer like me get back out into the universe and unleash a new era of despair with a touch of insanity?" A.) Kill the fool and search for clues? B.) Agree and help the hermit? C.) Run Cultist Run! D.) WARP PORTAL!?!
