C, and then get that nurgling out of the cage, we owe Nurgle that much after basically saying "fuck you" to his daemon earlier
Yeah, being a cultist is harder than you think, especially when the chaos gods are more fickle than you realize. If you don't believe me than ask Eliphas, cypher, or these unlucky sods: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/True_Death#.VAp2WfldV1a
WARNING LONG POST AHEAD! Okay the majority of you guys requested B and also wanted to let the little nurgling go (i don't blame any of you) You hear the pair of unkown hostiles close in on you, footsteps trotting like a hammer on wood. You quickly go through your storage cube and decide to release your new pet into a sewage pipe, the nurgling jumps out, giggles and gives you a rotten smile. (you made a new friend yay!) Once he is gone from sight, you pull out your pulse rifle and turn the corner. You strike the head of the figure closest to your right, the one on the left pulls out his gun in retaliation , but is distracted when a surge of rotten gas shoots out from another pipe and blinds the fool. You shoot the vulnerable target square in the chest and laugh a little at his ridiculous demise. You rush over to the two bodies, they wore uniforms of the imperial guard and were equipped with lasguns. Upon closer examination, the flesh of both bodies bore symbols to the ruinous powers and their eyes were of a bright red, they also wore broken chains all over their bodies. No doubt these men were spies sent by agents of chaos to do the dirty work of a higher being. The question is who sent them and for what purpose? Suddenly the one with the chest wound spoke even though he was dead, his body was turning red and his eyes became inflame by fire. No doubt the former minion of chaos was being possessed by an unknown daemon of some sort. You rush over and point your gun at him as he tries to stand up. Luckily you understand daemon language from the apostle back on arkona. Daemon: HAHAHAHAHA! Pitiful fool you have no idea what you have gotten your self into! You may have served nurgle before, but by allowing yourself to be involved in the anarchy of arkona, you had brought about the attention of the other gods, including one who is hated by all deamonkind! You: (you think for a moment of who the daemon is referring to) Malice! That's why i became so enrage when i was on the ship and that must have been the reason the bandits had been rioting! That still doesn't explain why the inquisition came and enacted exterminatus though. Daemon: That's because beneath the very planet ancient artifacts of chaos, including ones to malice himself had been buried for centuries. When the imperials first came to the planet the artifacts had no effect on them, but over time they began to hear voices, saw hallucinations and reports of rioting became common for the fools. Soon bandits rose from the ashes of fallen hive cities and slayed many soldiers to serve their own desires of bloodlust! Daemon: Then came cultists like you, who came in droves to preach such violent carnage as signs of blessings by the dark gods and that you would have your salvation at last. Only to have yourselves blasted back into the warp by the inquisition when they discovered the origin source of all the chaotic savagery! The artifacts may have been lost, but yet the millions of souls feed to us certainly make up for it. We have you to thank for that especially when you created the plague zombies and sent an entire battalion of Tau veterans to the warp! I almost feel sorry for you human, but then again you have been forsaken by the gods for allowing yourself to be tainted by malice's carnage! Daemon: Why they let you live is beyond my intellect, yet it matters not for this place shall become your rightful tomb and you shall never again see the glorified fire that is chaos! For you are but a cub who lives among wolves now! You are nothing but flesh and bone, while i am----- You: "A waste of my time!Now begone daemon and trouble me no more!" You shoot the babbling idiot in the head before he can continue being prideful, you strip the possessed guardsman of his supplies, and start making your way toward what you believe to be the surface of where you are. When you open another hatch, you find the air to be thick of smoke and warpfire, the buildings are colored of a darkish purle kind and styled in the way of spikes and arches. You hear the yelling of soldiers, the crying of slaves and the noise of machinery everywhere you look....... You know where you are now. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to to the dark city of Commorragh! A.) Cry out in frustration and pick a fight with the nearest Commorrite? B.) Buy some slaves and create your own Kabal using your dark eldar disguise! C.) Escape so you can hunt down Malice and his minions! D.) Go join a raid and plunder the imperium like a pirate! arr!
