A warp-infused vessel of erratic, blinding colors hangs patiently in orbit above Targinis III. All ships of the Chaos traitors have graced the Warp for some small measure of linear time, but this one looked as if it were birthed from the swelling, daemonic magics of the Warp itself. Glittering runes sparked in deceit upon the lavish, golden hulls... those who gazed upon her runes of circles and half-moons forfeited their souls unwillingly to Slaanesh.
Upon the viewing platform of the main Bridge stood a Sorcerer of unfathomable power - Kah'Voth the Warpspeaker. Aside from the Daemon Princes of Slaanesh themselves, there is no greater Slaaneshi Psyker in all existence than this one. Once a loyalist of the Emperor and a Librarian of the Emperor's Children sect, Kah'Voth fled into the Warp with his personal escort as well as a legion of his most trusted warriors. Many of the priests and other Librarians that shared his vessel were instantly driven mad. When trying to administer a moderate spell technique to sooth the madness of the other defected Psykers, Kah'Voth unintentionally killed and absorbed the souls of his brethren. The act itself was a scarring and tragic business, but Kah'Voth's magical abilities were more than tripled. Drawing the ever whimsical gaze of the god Slaanesh was no easy task, and Kah'Voth's undoing was quite pleasing to the Lord of Pleasure. Slaanesh granted his promising Sorcerer a Tzentzch-like barrier of invulnerable magic as well as a pair of 'Warp Wings' that could materialize from Kah'Voth's power-armor and carry him through the air as an Assault Marine would. The Sorcerer grew to enjoy the impossible madness of the Warp; his long years spent there are quite evident by the strange appearance of his twisted attire and the daemonic flesh writing upon his terrifying warship.
Every last thing upon Kah'Voth's ship, be it living or daemon, were the unquestionable servants of the mighty Sorcerer. None upon the vessel rose above him, but there was one living being, save the god Slaanesh itself, that the Sorcerer bended knee to. That is why he stood, staring patiently upon the galaxy he wished to burn from his viewing platform... he was waiting for his master's call.
Finally, after hours of waiting, a hum generates from the holovid projection machine activating and a crude crackling of the transmission fixing it's audio playback receptors upon the deep, mechanical sounding voice speaking. After a few seconds, the audio and sound become perfectly clear. The individual upon the holo-transmission was truly a Lord of Chaos; his armor and weapons had seen more wars than any in the company of Kah'Voth's warship. There was a an insanity beyond words that burned within his eyes; it was a stare that could break even the most mighty and cruel of Chaos Marines or tame the very daemons of the Warp themselves.
“This is Xa’Oduun, the ascended one of Slaanesh. The time has nearly come
for me to wipe the dull, colorless mortality from the face of this pathetic
world. I shall tear this world asunder! Let the choirs of billions of dying
screams be heard as an intoxicating symphony worthy of my lady and lover –
Slaanesh, the true ruler of the galaxy!
Executor Kah’Voth, is all in readiness beneath the cities of Targinis? For
your sake and the sake of your rabble-rousing pet, I hope Bellicose has
prepared his ‘army’…”
And Kah’Voth: “Yes… Vicar Bellicose and his cultists number beyond the
force of any local planetary guard. They are ready for war, my Lord.”
“Good. It will take at least two days for the Imperium to send reinforcements.
When the Emperor’s spirituous weaklings do finally arrive armed to put down
Nurgle garbage… they will not be prepared for the ecstatic death I intend to
give to them. We will debase every inch of every street in Slaanesh’s name! Every
man, woman and child will become subject to my every carnal whim…”
And Kah’Voth: “We have only to offer up the souls of the Emperor’s pawns to
the Lord of Pleasure… let us take their bodies! Let us make Targinis our whore
and cavort until this pathetic world has been broken!”
“Inform your pet servant to begin the invasion. And do not stop until every
last one of them is dead; be it the local guard or Bellicose’s cultists! At long last... War!!!”
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