// Damn all of you for wanting to make her sexy... In a good way! I said damn all of you, not bless you all! **You nod, looking down at her and speaking sternly "You have killed all around you, without a care to their pain.. .Their suffering... Nor their kinship to you..." smiling under your mask as she trembles, saying "M-My Lord, forgive me!" quickly giving a deep bow as you continue "You slaughtered all in your path to glory, and survival... This is exactly what my Iron Fist should be. What is your name?" She looks up, stunned, before saluting once more and speaking clearly "Maren Cheval, previous sergeant of the Flying Valkyries 43rd regiment, first company!" You remember that regiment, and the damage they caused your warband. They were fierce fighters, and would die to the last man, never backing down for an inch of land, which garnered your respect for them. After slaughtering their leadership, you corrupted them slowly until many converted under your name, renouncing the emperor. You can't help but smile at the reminder of those times, of war and slaughter beneath your boots, rather than petty fighting and the blood of your own ship. Quickly brought back to reality by the sound of the doors opening, servitors coming to clean the mess, you turn and wave her behind you as you say "Come with me, Iron Fist Maren, you cannot go into battle in mere fatigues and with your fists." Once at the armory, you can see daemon engines in waiting, chained and sleeping quietly in the far corners of the armory. You walk towards the weapon racks, and lift up a lightning claw, looking it over silently beore your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of machinery and Maren's voice shouting "My Lord, if I may ask, what are we doing here?" 1: Berate her for directly addressing you 2: Give her a direct answer 3: Other(Create your Own)
**You look to her, saying "I am going to create a weapon worthy of my Iron Fist, one which will inspire those below you, and strike fear into those who dare fight against you. You shall have my aura imbued into your weapon, and become an extension of my own body. You shall become my fist." You soon turn back tot he weapon, clearing all thoughts as you look it over for any imperfections or defects, and after seeing none you soon hold it out to her and say "Hold this, wear it for a moment." She follows your order instantly, putting it on and jutting it out to her side, the bladed fingers of the gauntlet crackling with lightning (Think Horus' talon), looking to you and saying "A perfect weapon, My Lord, thank you for this great gif-"you pull her head back up with the end of your staff, saying "Not yet, you may have a weapon, but not one worthy of an extension of myself." She nods, saying "Forgive me, Lord, I am still stunned that you would have picked me." giving a salute quickly as you turn to look at her fully, saying "With me." as you head towards your quarters. It takes a few hours, but you find the proper books and incantations required for the rituals to summon multiple types of daemons, but what should be imbued into your fist? 1: Slaaneshi Daemonette 2: Horror of Tzeentch 3: Lesser Daemon/Unaligned warp entity (// No "any" option this time, due to nurgle being disliked and khorne hated by Slaanesh)
// Would that really even fall under "Lesser Daemon?" I mean, I dont see why it couldn't be imbued, i'll write it up in a bit.
I may of misread the OOC note as the OP saying no create your own option this time. xD I stick by Daemonette though~
