Well, creature you are the first to make the list of souls who are daring enough to try the special brew of Tzeentch! Follow the one truth void-born...

Heh... -The laugh sounds like a low growl as years of killing and dark thoughts have stripped the majority of anything jovial that could exist within the sorcerer- Indeed, an exquisite tale this shall be logged in my archives for further study

-The sorcerer moves his hands in a complex geometrical pattern and a bottle encased in a strong tesseract labyrinth floats towards you the bottle is jade green and has a Golden Ankh mirrored on each of it's faces the bottle has preserved well over the years and seems to have been encased trapping the original atmosphere of the Necrontyr long forgotten homeworld-

-The sorcerer sighs longingly-

It's going to be difficult letting go of this one it was one of my more prized artifacts but no matter...

-The sorcerer again makes some complicated patterns with his hands and the tesseract labyrinth shatters and you are left with an aroma that is incredibly uplifting and warms your inner spirit to it's very core you feel relaxed beyond all belief-

I thank you for your knowledge; praise Tzeentch brother!

The Apothecary being done with his scotch, puts his helmet back on and the glass down, standing up and walks to the Carnifex, just taking a sampler out of his Narthecium and rams it in the Carnifex, taking a sample and then puts it away in a container. "Thanks for your cooperation" he laughs and walks out again, but he shall return for another story sometimes....

Gather around children and let me spun you a tale of the Mysterious figure known as Erobar, He was one of the first space marines created from Magnus’s genetic material to form the new Legion XV. Erobar was one of the first members of the Legion to show psychic abilities, so naturally he was one of the more powerful librarians of the Legion. He gained great renown for once single handedly destroying a Xeno fortress that resisted the new Imperial Cult and the Imperium of Man. He was also a celebrated commander as his legion fought on several ork infested worlds during the Great crusade. He was even granted command of a fellowship when Magnus restructured the Legion after the stabilization of the Legion’s gene-seed. Erobar continued to grow in strength and power as the Great Crusade went on. He even co-wrote a chapter of the now heretical Book of Magnus. After the events of the council of Nikae, Erobar was furious, for obvious reasons, and he is quoted as saying, “That was a huge miscalculation Emperor!” When Russ finally attacked Prospero for Magnus’s crimes, Erobar was one of the first members of the Thousand Sons to pick up arms and defend the planet, killing many space wolves terminators and Dreadnoughts. When the Thousand Sons retreated to the Eye of Terror, Erobar aided Magnus in coming up with the Legion’s plans for the Horus Heresy. Erobar is also credited with causing massive amounts of damage to the walls of the Emperor’s palace during the Siege of Terra which allowed the Traitor Legions to enter the palace and help plot the Scouring of Ivsstvan. During the Siege, Erobar met Abaddon the Despoiler after saving him from an Imperial Assassin that had ambushed him during the battle. The two worked side by side during the siege cutting down any Imperial Loyalists in their way and after the inevitable fail of the Horus Heresy, Erobar went with Abaddon back to the Daemon world of Maeleum with whatever forces were left under their command and helped Abaddon retrieve Horus' body from the Traitorous Emperor's children legion and for his efforts gained full control of what ever remain of Maeleum, became a Lord of change thanks to Tzeentch's blessing, and used the planet as a way to train young psykers in the ways of sorcery and magic. For ten thousand years, Erobar has attacked thousands of Imperial worlds From Armageddon all the way to Badab. One of these worlds was Fenris during the Battle of the Fang, where he helped slay several dreadnoughts and dozens of Kaerl defense Force soldiers. Erobar has earned a reputation for manipulating whole Imperial populations to turning against each other before swooping in and killing everyone ruthlessly. He is even known to have helped manipulate events such as the months of shame and the age of apostasy to better undermine the efforts of the Imperium that he once called home. Erobar’s location is currently unknown, but his base of operations is theorized to still be on Maeleum where he still trains new recruits to this very day, though rumors have also speculated that Vorth Mordrak had tracked Erobar to his Daemon world some time after the raid on the imperial world of Mortain, He slayed scores of daemons and chaotic followers and has since chased Erobar and his Cabal of followers in hot pursuit to a world only known by one name......Arkhona!

(Sorry for the long post, I just thought it would be a great time to develop my character. I'll have the special brew please.)

Certainly a tale of Dark Glory and Fearlessness! Brother, your presence certainly honors me even though this information may already be in the archives of Tzeentch reliving such a life of one of his most honored servants is certainly a more than worthy tale that grants you a beverage from my fine stock! PRAISE TZEENTCH!

-With that shout you see Xelioks once again levitate the Jet Black Bottle with the ever-changing symbol on it strangely, it seems the liquid contained has replenished but is not the same composition as what the Carnifex drank...-

So, brother in reverence to Tzeentch, The changer of ways, The Fateweaver, The Only Truth, our eternal lord and master will you imbibe this tonic blessed by his power?

http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/tzeentch-smiles-upon-you.4333/

Hello? Bartender old fellow? I'll have... let me see... some of that Grog, if you will.
At heart, I am an ork. In body, I am a man. In mind, I am broken.
The earliest memory I can recall happened about ten years ago, but I doubt that is my age. The memory in question is of me falling onto the ground. When I looked up, there was the sky, but i knew I had not fallen from the sky. I can't recall exactly where I fell from, but I know wherever it was, it was a place that broke my sanity. I fell from that place confused and alone, with no memory of anything beforehand. The period of time after that is quiet blurred and smudged over. vague feelings evoked from those memories comprise of deathly cold, gnawing hunger, and searing thirst. I can infer, now, that I wandered the wastes of my dwellings, for it is an arid place, with warm days but nights like icy daggers. *shudder*
I think I'm going to need that drink.

Hmm, certainly a mysterious tale although there is wisdom to your words Orkoid mayhap by chance you be a warphead? -slides the red corsair grog across the counter using his telekinesis towards you- Well, my fine sir this beverage shall soon warm those dark chills as this is the same grog the Red Corsairs imbibe as they loot and pillage and burn the skies of the false emperor. Although, if i were you I'd keep those cold chills revenge is so sweet if one applies an icy touch -chuckles grimly-

For you old timer this is on the house may you walk the path of change...

Ah, yes, thank you bartender, *unnerved slightly at the display of moving a glass with but a thought*.
*Slurp* Yes, that is good. Much better than the bitter cacti juice I'm accustomed to.
Well, on with my story. I must have roamed the wilds for a few months, lost and tired, before I found the Orks. I was bedazzled that the joy they did everything with. So rapt in awe at these creatures, that I decided to become one with them, and ever since I have thought myself an Ork at the core. *burp* The Orks didn't share my view, though, and after a few minutes of trying to integrate into their society they started to kick me. At first I thought this was a sort of rough tradition of welcoming, but i got the truth eventually. They didn't want me. So, I ran from the small camp it was then, and found a stream which the it lay beside. I went upstream from there, and set up my home to this day, as I tried to become a true Ork. *burp through nose*.
Ah, that was good. Another, if you please. Here, *pulls out a white, gleaming tooth from gums* this should serve as payment for a few more drinks, as there is more to my story, and I will only tell more with liquor filling my blood.

-looks at the tooth with mild distate- Ehh... I feel that be best suited for a plague champion of nurgle. -passes a few more cups of grog-

*Eyes grog greedily, skulls one whole jug* Well, I lived in that little shack for about, as I've already said, ten years. Every now and then I would try to befriend the local Orks, and fail every time. I was persistent, a trait that comes with insanity.
Anyway, one day, about a few months ago, something new happened. I was awoken from my sleep, in the early hours of the morning, by a loud bang just outside my shack. At first I assumed it to be another brain-dead squig headbutting the metal sheets of the wall, but when I got up to investigate, I found it was not a squig. *buurrrp* A metal box, about the size of microwave, had made a small crater in the earth just outside my home. On closer inspection, I was revealed to indeed be a microwave. I pondered on how it got there, and the line of thought was 'it must have fallen from the sky'. Sounds familiar? The idea caught my full attention for many weeks, wherein I poked, prodded, tinkered and whacked it to reveal its secrets. I must have done something, because one day the microwave lit up with many colours and pixels, and formed into a screen of an interface. That interface was a connected series of ever-updating pages called 'the Eternal Crusade Official Forum'. Invisible people, who seemed to write on these pages, claimed that in a few years they would gain the ability to become mighty warriors, Space Marines, Eldar, Chaos Marines and even my green skinned brethren, the Orks, and stride the battlefields of 'the forty first millennium', (whatever that is). And so, I have been dwelling on the forums ever since, talking and discussing an' dreamin' an'...oh gudness, i fink the drwinks are getting to me...no more gwrog, fanks, *hiccup*, I fink I'v 'ad wun to-to-to-to many, eh?