*Laughs while redirecting the residue of the bolt into warp-spawned bonds to attempt to ensnare the Aeldar* I let you walk away. Is this how you repay hospitality? *The Forces of Chaos rally themselves and continue the profane rituals.
"In the name of the Golden Throne and our Lord the God-Emperor, Cease your actions Son of Sanguinius!" An Inquisitor steps forth armed and accompanied by a fearsome-looking retinue. "Techpriest?" The Inquisitor summons. "My Lord the breach is open as we require." It replies. "Wedge it open further." commands the Inquisitor, "Luckily for us that foolish Word Bearer fell for our fiction of the "Deeper Warp". I thank the foresight of my Predecessors from millennia gone by." "The breach is now of sufficient size." The Techpriest reports, "Beginning deep probing of the Immaterium. Working..... Working..... Signal detected. Signal lock. Verifying.... Verifying.... Confirmation! We have found the Astronomicon! Activating Booster signals. Success!" "Rejoice!" the Inquisitor cries out, "For we now have a route across the Cicatrix Maledictum! And the light of the Astronomican once again shines into the Imperium Nihilus. And we could not have done but for the sacrifices of these loyal Beastmen and Felinids, as well as the gullibility of our enemy @Azathoth !" In Orbit Warp flares are detected as ships began to appear in system. The Indomitus Crusade has arrived. In the distance an Eldar Farseer looks on. "I knew that book would come in handy one day! And it has just saved our Craftworlds." He turns to the Aspect Warriors with him. "Retrieve @Arienal and then fade into the Webway."
*In an unknown location, Caentyr is currently naked, eating icecream, and binge watching "Breaking Bad".* Oh Walter White, you're the only one that understands me..... *Pager goes off* FFFFFFFFFFFUCK! Who is it? "Arienal" uuuuugh what does she want?! Can't she see Im busy with more pressing matters here? ugh *groggily puts on pants and teleports to battle.* Arienal I swear this better be important. Im WAY behind in the season and all it takes is for one jackass to.. spoil... it... ooh. Damn....
*as soon as the Astronomicon link was established, it sputtered and died, the breach sealed by an unseen force. Azunar laughs.* "Oh, Inquisitor.... I applaud your efforts, but you only managed to get roughly half the fleet through. And besides, you've brought them to their doom. On a world as accursed as this, the light of the Astronomicon will never be permitted to shine. For if the Deep Warp is fictional, my friend, then what is that which writhes behind thee?" *Azunar himself had been establishing a link of sorts.* *the fabric of reality bent and buckled as an accursed thing slipped through the veil, followed by another. Formless, writhing entities without godly alignment, yet immeasurable power. Things that embodied utter paradox. The unmaking of all that is, was, or ever can be. The Draziin had arrived.* "Be thankful, Inquisitor! Be thankful you did not bring the whole of your Crusade hear. For if you did, they would be doomed to a fate worse than death. The same fate you, yourself, will come to know!" *in a aura of twenty inches around the things, reality utterly vanishes, replaced by a kaleidoscopic nightmare beyond all form or structure. The End of Sanity had come to this world.* "Well, you have your reinforcements," Azunar said, "and I have mine. May the most righteous prevail, hm?"
Inquisitor spoke. "Someone pass me my Sunglasses so I can get a good look at these 'Draziin'!" The Inquisitor donned his sacred specs and looked into the unreal light to see the Draziin..... "Sister Bernadeath?" He called gently. A woman dressed in archaic gold armour moved through the crowd, the Aquila prominent on her shaved head. She stepped up to the roiling mass of unreality and her innate anathema calmed the roiling of spacetime like a sea suddenly moving from stormy to becalming. She raised her hands and with preternatural speed clapped them together swatting all the Draziin in one go, the Sister of Silence succinctly ending their existence in the Material realm. Draziin were known to the Inquisitor as being creatures from the Immaterium, each less than a centimetre long and the Warp equivalent of Fruit Flies. Reality warping fruit flies, yet just as much a minor pest as their Material counterparts. And somewhere one of the true Leviathans of the Deep Warp began to laugh. Tzeentch was pleased.
.......... I'd- wha- ..... What-..... Well, I guess we accidentally summoned the wrong thing. Uhh..... this is..... unexpected..... *turns around* what happened!? Marine: I don't know, we.... oh.... wait.... yeah, we misplaced a rune and accidentally summoned..... Warp Flies.... Which Tzeentch gave the same name as the actual abominations.... to make it harder.... Azunar: *annoyed sigh* It's alright, tapping the more secluded and abysmal layers of the warp is far more difficult than summoning even Greater Daemons themselves. These things happen. Still, a mistake easily repaired. But first.... *turns around* Azunar: Well Inquisitor, it's you're lucky day. Apparently Tzeentch prefers the current state of affairs where the totality of his being ISN'T a horn atop the head of some unfathomable being. Chaos and its infighting, ey? Well, I've delt with Inquisitors before. And I have a retinue of my own. *Rushing to Azunar's side are four Possessed Champions, each possessed by a Daemonic Herald, one of each God respectively. With each of the four champions come a squad of God-aligned possessed, and several Terminators. Azunar redies his Crozius* Azunar: Have at you, infidel.
"You ever heard the phrase 'You came to the wrong neighbourhood'?" The Inquisitor spoke with a smile and gestured to a nearby hill. A nearby hill upon which stood a giant in gold armour, carrying an ornate glaive with built-in Boltgun, exhorting a massive crowd of Beastmen, plus Battle Sisters from both the Sororitas and the Maidens of the Gates. "Whatever made you think I only had a single Sister of Silence with me." The unmistakable figure of a Custode then gestures towards the Chaos Lord and his company, and all those he addressed followed with their gazes. Gazes that had determination, righteous zeal, vengeful wrath, and the willingness to fight. The Inquisitor then pointed up as the skies filled with streaks of Drop Pods, dropships, and Primaris Inceptors performing Orbital insertions. Above them new ships appeared from the Warp bearing the sigils and iconography of the Blood Angels, attracted by the pulse of the Astronomican, with more Imperial ships close behind them, and commenced attacking the Chaos Fleet they now outnumbered.
The Apostle gazes up in shock. Impossible! The Astronomicons light could not, could never, touch this place! He snarled at the Inquisitor. "I don't know how you've done this, heathen, but know what you have done! Though you may use this fleet to conquer this world, and a dozen others, you have transported these fools to the wrong side of the Great Rift! Never again shall you know the light of the Astronomicon, nor shall you ever return to Terra! Welcome to the Imperium Nihilus!" With that, the Apostle, and all his followers, fled, using sorcery to cover their tracks, return to their ships and swiftly vanish to the Warp.
What an epic saga this thread turned into. Oh, no, wait. I meant that for the Heretics thread. This one... Eh.
