Urum. 111.M42. The Plague Wars are waging in the Segmentum Ultima. Armageddon is once again fought for by Khorne, Orks and Imperials alike. Countless battles rage across the galaxy when the Eye of Terror was not a hideout anymore but tore realspace apart like the big bang itself. That meant change for plenty of people, plenty of worlds. Hidden and renown alike. One such world was Urum. The little world within the former eye of terror, once a proud crone world of the Eldar, had become the headquarters for the Consortium. A group assembled with chirurgeon precision that only Chief Apothecary of the Emperor's Children possessed. Especially once the walls of reality collapsed, Urum gained attention that one of the most hated individuals in the galaxy disliked. But it was foolish to abandon centuries of creating the perfect facilities for the consortium. Indeed, maybe it was this sort of change that was needed to bring the final success he desired. The first several decades that people flocked to Urum for various reasons, they were typically slaughtered by the wild mutants, the next human generation as Bile called them. Or were hunted by his consortium and created assassins and hunters to be used as experiments, bio-material and if they were lucky - combat excercise. This started to cease when an orphaned Iron Warrior Warband settled on almost the other side of the planet, far away from Bile's grand palace and laboratory. They erected a city-fortress and ever expanded it. It was not too strong for Bile to overcome but it was.... Too much of a distraction. As long as they did not bother him, he would not bother them. And as such the continuous flocking individuals which either seeked miracle cures or to join the consortium and be taught under Bile came to the city known as 'Bile's Bile', just to annoy Fabius. To remind him that they would be a sting in his side. Stinging just enough to remind him they were there. The city grew with every wave of migration, smaller camps and towns started to naturally form around it. It could be almost compared to Sublimes black markets, or rather Black Golan in particular. Just on a far smaller scale and with smaller amounts - but not complete absence - of aliens. Bile's Bile was under no particular control, because it seemed that whomever decided to crown themselves as Lord, Castellan, King, Queen, Prince, Ruler or similar title seemed to be disposed of within 48 hours. So it just became a self-maintained city with it's groups, gangs, warbands and such alike. Though all that could be seen as quite a while ago. Now. Today. It would all change, be different. Bile would interject himself for the first time interact with the general populace. Anyone else who had attempted to go to the palace, his citadel, the consortiums laboratories, would have either denied entrance if they survived the wastelands, facility defenses and the various mutants and wild hunters. Or killed by said hurdles in the process. Some were smart enough to not attempt at all, but instead try in the city to make a name for themselves that the Chief Apothecary would be interested enough in to recruit them. Although whether such wish would come true, or if you were turned into naught more but an experiment, usable fresh and living flesh was rare after all, was always unclear. Today the vox-towers would blast at full volume. "Rise and shine..." The vox crackled, the voice cackling. "There are some amongst you which wish to join the Consortium... And it seems your patience pays off... Three tests you shall face... The first one... Make it to the Auditorium of the palace... Good luck." It was the voice of the chief apothecary himself. The directness, the heavy breathing, the chuckles, the dark deep voice behind it all gave it away. And the task deceivingly easy. Indeed however the entire city as one started to stir. Maybe annoyed from the loud vox, or to make some good sales to those who would buy equipment to get ready for such tedious and difficult journey. And of course those who really waited days, weeks, months and years respectively for this opportunity. @bossaroo - Palidorio Palidorio was a fine specimen for Bile, very much alike. If Fabius would just know of such meaningless Genetor. When the announcement came, the former Adeptus Mechanicus member stood in his makeshift laboratory, cutting yet another one of Fabius' wild mutants up, uncovering more secrets. He has learned a great deal about the Chief Apothecary's work. How much natural evolution was built-in. The fact that reproduction was remained intact, while most vat-born creatures were born sterile. Astartes included. But these beastman-like creatures? They could mate as they needed. Some bore additional new organs. If by design or caused by the warp, Palidorio couldn't tell. But unlike those who indulge themselves in time wasting tortures just to hear someone scream, this Biologis adept grasped the foundation and end goal of Bile. Now he only had to make it to the Auditorium of the Grand Palace. Considering he was a mere mortal and not a Space Marine, his logic-focused brain suggested that he should maybe ally himself with alike personalities. Or rather, it was because so many curious eyes watched him in interest. If anything for his parts. It was hard these days to come by Adeptus Mechanicus parts. @Wata - Icannus Icannus. A madman driven by nothing more than a vivid vision he experienced from the Empyrean. Or maybe a misunderstood visionary? There was much potential to be on the same page with Fabius Bile. Not just were they both misunderstood Astartes. But both wanted to create something based on their vision, their very personal image. He was forced to be patient when he was cast out time after time when reaching the great citadel of the Emperor's Children Chief Apothecary. Alas, even with his Raven Guard skills he never made it past the walls. Maybe they sensed his psychic signature? Nonetheless, he persisted in patience. Finally the opportunity presented itself, so he could just do what he does best. Make himself a path where none was. On the other hand, a quick detour for a swift hunt, taking some living prey to offer to Bile for his experiments might buy him some favor. And it would be not just some random stroll through the wastelands. But there would be some... Sport to it. @dx144 - Khadiaz Khadiaz, Apothecary of the VIIIth legion. Maybe one of the few who would actually understand and one who could comprehend the vast skill set of Fabius. Someone who could create new things out of nothing but his mind. One who set new standards and even designed the Noise Marines of Slaanesh. Indeed, who else could Khadiaz ever even consider as a potential mentor? He was the only one that ever achieved to recreate not just a human, but an Astartes. And even a primarch once. It was time to earn such teaching when the vox rang through the city of Bile's Bile. And Khadiaz' natural preying patience had paid off. At long last, he could feel the possibility of creating the Night Haunter anew. But who else was going to traverse the wastelands to the palace? How many of them were more humble and less demanding than him? Or would Fabius appreciate such ridiculous request? The Night Lord should plan well ahead of time, but overall should be fine to traverse the wastelands by himself. @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Azazel @Maleth - Xenarish Velzernartix / Wanderer of the Warp / Empyrean Seeker Azazel was in bad company with Xenarish chipping away at his soul and body everyday, or so it could be easily felt. Neither liked their form of existence, both knew to surrender to the other might mean complete destruction of their existence. However Azazel came on the idea of searching Bile for help at this point was uncertain. Maybe during his tired moments, Xenarish whispered such things to him. Maybe one of the other Neverborn told him so? Or did Xenarish like many others had an open bill with Bile and had to get close enough to repay him for some deed long ago? Azazel could not tell what made him believe an Apothecary. A Chief Apothecary could serve him better than any Daemonologist. Or has he been so long with Xenarish that he cared? Only the Daemonhost knew, if he could trust himself. The vox of Bile gave him instruction for what to do next, rather than just lament his condition. And so the forced couple would get on their way to fulfill the second part of their destiny. The best would be to keep their relationship hidden for now until it was too late for Bile to deny them, after his three tests. One never knew how much hatred or desire they bore for the Neverborn. @Casavay - Beatrix Iulia Bishop alias Morta Decima A young looking woman, too young looking, followed Beatrix ever since she arrived on Urum. Whenever Beatrix attempted to pursue her, she would disappear as if she did not exist. A stalker for sure, but source of existence unknown. Maybe... Someone wanted to make sure that the young Ms. Bishop was not leaving Urum anytime soon. And most interesting the beautiful young stalker with the twice taller than herself staff would be anywhere, where Beatrix might be. Only when the Vox tower crackled to life for sweet promises, the woman would no longer disappear. She stood right before the housing of Beatrix, waiting for her to be ready for the travel they both had to complete in order to win Fabius' grace. The young lady had purple-blue hair that seemed to sometimes turn into a teal-turquoise-aquamarine color depending on the intensity and angle of the sun. The staff was made out of the highest quality wood, adorned with overly many jewelry and golden rings that would rattle with each step it's wielder took. @Kalle - Jocelyn Devaloy Jocelyn on the other hand compared to most others came for something completely else, and yet the same. Something that Fabius interestingly enough encountered before. And a record that Jocelyn once stumbled across when in pursuit of immortality. The Chief Apothecary had once operated on an immortal creature for months in attempt to end it and failed miserably. Which in return meant that Fabius must have had learned a great deal in return. The sole survivor of his massive vessel had crash landed far outside Bile's Bile, nonetheless he survived. And with just giving up the details on his old vessel he earned himself a solid home, food, water and other goods that would ensure survival until the Swashbuckler would have a plan to act on. Ah but reality and truth was much different. Some members of the consortium investigate the site three days after the crash. And while they could not take him in right then, they promised that they would ensure to pass Bile's tests in the coming weeks. And so they gave him contacts, funds, private living space and goods in Bile's Bile. Why these two were so gracious with him was unclear to him - but maybe they wanted a Rogue Trader amidst them to break Imperial laws without breaking them - technically. And after weeks passed, the vox towers came to life. He slept comfortably in his luscious bed and other things he arranged through his expertise in trading, lying, deceit and swordsmanship - or so he told, to hide his allegiance with the consortium. Slaves did his bidding and would give their lives at his command. Maybe they were drawn to Jocelyn's natural charisma? His butler-slave entered the bedroom and placed neatly folded clothes at the foot of the bed with one hand, and offered a tray of breakfast with the other, placing it on the nightstand. "The time has come." He said out loud, dressed in a raggedy tuxedo that long ago turned grey from it's original black. Next to Jocelyn a female awoke, hand caressing his chest. "Is it time at last, mhhh?" She purred happily. "Your estate will be safe for when you return... Whenever that might be... Worry not, darling." And in truth, that woman was not only a good occasional lover - but she also was a deadly swordsman. Yet was Jocelyn really going to worry about such things? No, surely not. Destiny knocked at his door. The first step on the road to immortality. "Shall I contact your acquaintances in your name, milord?" The butler-slave inquired, bowing in respect. @Vulpas - Malthor Malthor already was part of the Consortium. A Plague Marine, most intriguing to Fabius if not for anything else than the fact he did not march with Mortarion into the domain of the Tau Empire. The old and wretched Chief Apothecary moved next to Malthor who stood atop the citadel walls. "Ahhhh... Here you are.... Waiting for your friend.... Are you? ... Are you afraid that... The Rogue Trader... Will not show up?" Fabius chuckled, pointing Torment, his trusty scepter, towards the distance where Bile's Bile would be. "Do not forget... Malthor... He is essential to my plans... Make sure he survives the ordeals... Of the wastes... Aaaaand... Young Bishop... It would be a shame... If my creation dies... Before it takes proper fruition... Make it easy if you want... The second and third test... Will prove if they are ready... And if not... We will find alternatives... Now. Go. Should you return with neither... I will have your brain taken apart piece by piece for all of your secrets... And your organs given to the other Apothecaries... If I feel gracious, that will be all..." There was a weird smile on his face. Glee. Excitement. In fact, Malthor remembers that Bile took many Astartes apart and also put many together. But never. Not one of them. Was a Plague Marine.