// OOC: This is an RP based around everyone being a different personality in my Chaos Sorcerer Lord's head. He's a powerful, insane, Slaaneshi Sorcerer who commands over a full regiment worth of traitor guardsman (Their leader is known as "Kazrath's Iron Fist" due to their leader constantly being killed, and being replaced, always being outfitted with an augmented powerfist and riding in a leman russ) and half a company worth of marines, with a minor house of knights following suit. How this will work is simple: I will post what happens, and you will all play one of his many personalities trapped within his mind, whether you be a daemon he forcefully entrapped within himself using dark magics, or just part of his degrading sanity, it is your choice. I will post a few choices, with an always present "Other" option, where you can post your own choice. If someone else posted the option you wanted, just like it, as the post that receives the most likes is the decided action. Good luck, and the dark gods be with you. **Kazrath's footsteps echoed through the halls of his barge, and ancient relic from the Horus Heresy which has bee preserved through Dark Magics. Though, instead of the test of time, it has withstood the tests of the Dark Gods, mutating beyond reason and looking more flesh than machine. The walls bled and wept, the souls of thousands upon thousands of cultists who had been sacrificed to start the warp drives, crying out for freedom from their suffering. Kazrath only sighed, as he continued to his war council. The ship was about to exit just beyond the Cadian gate, and they had to plot a course before being discovered by the Imperial dogs. Throwing open the doors, Kazrath looks around the table to see who had attended his call. Two of the five knight pilots were in attendance, along with one of the Hereteks aboard the ship, finally your eyes looking upon your "Iron Fist," who was giving a brisk salute, saying "My Lord, you have arrived." 1: "Yes, indeed, and now that I have arrived, I hope you all know why I have called you to this council." 2: "Of course I have, you fool, did you expect me to keep the war council I called for waiting?" 3: "Mmmm... Yes... I will let you live past this outburst for now, but know that if you address me directly again, I shall sacrifice you to our Dark Prince without hesitation, I'm sure one of the other cultists would happily take up the title of "My Iron Fist." 4: Other (Create your own reply)
**You close your eyes for a moment, drowning out the screaming voices of daemons and lost souls, before looking to each of them and saying "Yes, indeed, and now that I have arrived, I hope you all know why I have called you all to this council." Glancing to each other, they nod in unison, the Heretek speaking through his vox unit "Of course, Lord, you wish for us to council you on what path we should take once we are past the Cadian gate." You nod, saying "Right, so have any of you come to a decision?" The rather quiet and receded knight commander stepping up proudly and saying "Our table has a request of you, that we change our course to head towards the Aures Sector, there are worlds ripe to pillage there, and even a forgeworld for our Heretek friends to defi-" but is cut off by the Iron Hand, who shouts "Your vendetta against the house which you left means nothing to our Lord, keep your petty vengeances to yourself!" 1: Head to the Auros Sector 2: Listen to the rest of the council 3: Other (Create your own)
**You shut your eyes, the voices raging within you, your blood boiling as they begin screaming towards each other. The Iron Fist slams down on the table, as you open your eyes, and you can see your table has cracked from his power fist as he yells "You will learn your place, or face my master's wrath you insolent fool! You believe yourself higher due to your birth, but you are no greater than me, or any other follower of our Lord!" you slowly begin walking over, the voices reaching their peak as you reach the Iron Fist, who looks up at you, quickly going to a low bow and saying "M-Master, I'm sorry for my folly, please forgi-" but is cut off as his head falls off from a swift cut of your blade. As his head hits the ground, and blood flows from his neck, you look to the remaining three, eyes glowing with warp power as you stare them down. You shout with all your might "Do any of you wish to continue this argument?" None of them speaking up, before the Heretek speaks in his monotone, mechanical voice "We shall follow your word, as it is law." The voices finally subsiding as you nod, sheathing your sword, saying "We are heading to Subsector Auralia to give our brothers a visit. Any questions?" Silence being the only thing to follow your words, before the Heretek says "It seems we are adjourned then?" before heading towards the door, the Knight pilot who spoke out before sneering as he looks to the now dead Iron Fist, before turning with a flick of his cape, and taking his leave with his lackey, leaving you alone in the war council room, with blood pooling around your feet. 1: Head to your quarters to re-burn the sigils of damnation upon your skin to combat the voices within you 2: Head to the slave decks to host a blood sport in order to name your new "Iron Fist" 3: Other (Create another Option)
