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[skxrbrand]

PREV (*Thread In Progress) / N'kari's Palace, Ulthuan

The Reaper had failed him.

Khade could feel it. His other-self being bound and subjugated. He had looked out through the eyes of long-suffering Gleb-Khade and watched the spawn of his brother, the one called Hish'khar'tzin, impale him with the Bind Blade. One of his fractals was gone, lost, and all the while the Reaper and his Yokemate had played war in the wrong city.

Perhaps he was wrong to ever think one of Kharneth's spawn worth anything at all. And from his observations, this Slaanesh was nothing to write home about either. And yet...

It was the Architect who had delivered them from the Huntsmaster's siege. Him and the Pleasure fiend, Revel, who had stopped the second binding and sent Ka'Bandha and his army screaming back into the warp. The pair of them had spilled enough blood for the Godling to manifest and now, here Khade dwelled, watching the daemons of the other gods mill about in terror of him.

As they should be terrified.

But the Unmaker had no interest in Slaanesh's daemons. Only one fiend was in his sights now and that was Kha'xanzyr. Once in Khorne's service, the Architect was his now and the Godling had remolded his broken flesh for victory against Khorne and his daemons. He had leant the Greater Daemon a sliver of his power, a seed that would spread and burn away what had once belonged to Kharneth.

Kha'xanzyr was his. His first thrall. The conversion had been a thing of circumstances, of do or die, but in time the Architect would come to find the Red God a far better master than Kharneth ever was. Him and Skarbrand both. Of course, Khade's aspirations were not limited to one measly daemon.

Khade curled himself loosely around Kha'xanzyr's kneeling form like a dragon guarding it's hoard. He crooned at the small daemon.

₪ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍. 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊.

" I am the instrument of your will." Kha'xanzyr responded obediently. Ulf-Khade lifted his great head.

₪ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃. 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃.

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[kharrneth]

Ki'yantha'nak is the Bloodthirster N'kari has the fortune, or perhaps misfortune, of meeting. She recognizes him at least, even if she isn't too glad to see her brother's yokemate.

" You've some nerve coming alone. Even Slaaneth didn't dare." Her tone is mixed. Admiration, but also chiding, as if she were addressing a fool.

" The Huntsmaster is a busy Daemon, Regent of the Rings. A busy daemon who will have my head if your cause is not dire." Ki'yantha'nak hisses, " What do you want with him?"

@kharrneth

"As the current regent of the Pleasure Realm, I seek an audience with Ka'Bandha." N'kari announces haughtily to the denizens of the Brass Citadel. He's made sure to stow away the Collar Skarbrand has gifted him with, least it give the wrong impression.

Unlike other rulers, he prefers to travel alone. If a situation goes south, it's a lot easier to portal away one greater demon than a whole entourage.

[heartisbrave]

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Me, an intellectual: yokemate

[signum-crucis]

"Does Christ reign in your heart? Ask the things you have stored up there. See what they tell you. Does self-reliance seem like the most reliable way home? Everyone has a list of failures to demolish that claim. Only knowing the Lord as your yokemate and redeemer enables a passage through the strictest crevice. The approach is all different: no longer trying like a fly to buzz through a sunlit window pane, but as one carried not along the way, but by Him who is the Way."

-- Father John Henry Hanson, O. Praem.

[violettesiren]

And the raven takes but a single wife for life, A wild lady is yokemate to his flight,

Imperishable lady! in time his greying wife, They are yoked as oxen in that day's hard light

So late, late is she his soul's greying bride, For wedded was he to one in a gold epithalamium And faithful spouse is he to that singular one When stars like leaves autumnal sigh in time

And if he be widowed, then loneliest will he go As any cynic bird, who views the viewless waste And all that emptiness of night and death, For he is then dour mourner of all moons deceased

And extra-terrestial raven then is he Who sees from his vast crags no city of pearl Where she may dwell, no dove of love to lead Home, home to him, the raven's transient girl

But the frost-wreathed heath he sees; and it is high funeral He holds for the empty house of hair and straw And dirge for fleshly populaces in the wind, and all, And earth, and a gaping scarecrow vain now.

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[xaallo]

Sort-of sequel to this.

“ Your mane. It looks nice.”

Dallhaan started at the voice so near his ear, visibly flinching away and erring in his current task. Empress Zhoka, for all her imperial-ness, had no desire to actually run the Empire. That task fell to her aides and councilors, of which Dall was one. The main one, actually. He frowned at the error his flinch had caused, then frowned deeper when the voice of the owner finally processed in his mind.

Xallomiir.

The chosen yokemate of the Empress, one that she actually liked much to Dallhaan’s dismay. The Court Advisor turned slowly, indignant almost, to leer at the golden buck standing abreast to him. Ever since the Horn Battler had arrived, he had taken to wearing his mane in a wreath instead of a ridge. He told himself, and the Empress, it was because of the workload that she had so generously left he and his fellow advisors to deal with. But she, he, and this great golden buck knew that wasn’t the truth.

Dallhaan flicked an ear, turned Xallomiir’s tone over in his mind again and again. It was a compliment, but was it really? It could just as well be a barbed jest at his expense. Between the two of them, the Clasher’s wreath was far more impressive. Thick; meant to deflect tooth and claw, meant for fawns to hide and play in.

Meant to attract does.

“ Thank you.” Dallhaan responded, after a suitably pregnant pause. With a wrinkle on his muzzle, he returned to his work, sorting and creating records. An upcoming gathering; Empress Zhoka did so love to bask in her newfound power and show it off to other margavens, too.

“ You are not used to wearing it wreathed.” Xallomiir spoke again, in observation. Dallhaan flicked his ear a second time.

“ No.” He admitted, “ Usually, I keep it ridged. But Empress Zhokatsi’s coronation, and the aftermath, has been a time consuming thing.”

“ Yes. It has been.” Xallomiir agreed witheringly. It occurred to Dall that the court and it’s customs and intrigues, would not sit easily with a warrior. He allowed himself a smirk at the bigger buck’s expense.

“ But--” Xallomiir continued, “ If your ever find your mane troublesome, I could find time between the celebrations to sort it out. Zhoka has stressed the importance of her closest confidants looking their best. We represent her, after all.”

Dallhaan looked at the Consort, fully now. It was a rather obvious attempt to gain favor-- perhaps Xallomiir had recognized the danger the striped buck was to him and figured he was better as an ally than an enemy? Or maybe the olive branch was less complicated. Even now, Dallhaan could smell Zhoka on the Consort’s fur. Surely, Xallomiir could smell the Empress on his own.

Dall ran a hand through his mane thoughtfully, his fingers catching in places as he did. He mulled it over, fixing the error from before first. Flicking his ear a final time. “ Yes we do. A fair point, your Highness,” He said at last, his back to the other buck.

“ I will check my schedule and see if I can’t make time.”

[mslangermann-a]

“ the woman who came to TEMPLE GATE this day from the outside world brought with her the foul burden we've been awaiting all this time . . .    the DEVIL is in her belly, and she is among us. as is the yokemate who spilled his seed into that revolting vessel.    find them, children. KILL THEM. soak the earth with their blood! ”

                     lynn langermann, investigative journalist, mother of the anti-christ. 

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[mavikaravanpenceresi]

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[pissedchicken]

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[skxrbrand]

The winds bear the howling rage of Khorne once more, and Skarbrand is all too familiar with the fury that follows the gale; Valkia. The Gorequeen crashes down before Skarbrand, wings unfurling to reveal her visage-- and it was twisted with pure malice, and disgust.

"How much more debasement of yourself are you willing to put yourself through, exiled whelp? Truly, I am disappointed... and disgusted. As if fraternizing with our eternal blood-sworn enemy is not enough, you ALLOWED that vile tempter to plant a spawn within you?"

Valkia.

How many moons has it been since he's seen the Blood Queen, yokemate of Khorne? The Mother Blood to his Axefather? The Reaper dimly recalls being sent to bring the Brass Bull to heel...and of the GoreQueen clipping the end of his beard with Slaupnir.

But unlike those times, Skarbrand does not quail. While Valkia has stayed the same, ever loyal to Khorne, the Reaper has changed. Massively. He looks at her with rebellious contempt.

" For worthy skulls and honorable battles? Much." Is his simple reply. Her words rankle him. 'Our'?

" I have made an ally of that enemy, Axemother. Father has cast me out. I owe him no allegiance, no subservience. What covenants I make and with whom are not his concern."

[skxrbrand]

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" I do not care about Alexander's yokemate. His mother is fiercer than him by far."

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About Marta

My friend @assorted-alvin told me something about Marta that I finally encountered. Basically, if she catches you, she does once or twice say this line: “Your blood shall be the tokens of my virginity.” 

Now, there are some ways to interpret this. One sad way is that Marta is not a virgin. She may have been coerced to have sex with Knoth when she was younger. After all he calls her an “intimate” companion since childhood. The loss of one virginity does not signify the loss of the virginity of the spirit, flesh and soul. Marta has reservations on killing people. This is specified by the second letter where Knoth chastises her using rhetoric to show her that her conscience for committing murder is actually sloth (however, I find it interesting that Knoth does not say anytime anything that Marta does is “womanly” considering he was pretty stupid calling Laird possessing “womanly sin”). So, to remain pure in the eyes of “god” Marta, almost in a olden ritualistic way, is offering Blake’s blood in a chalice to show that she is still a virgin: Immaculate in body, soul and spirit. After all, in their gospels they refer to Cain as “uncircumcised” of heart” which pretty much means impure, unclean and completely filthy. 

A second way to interpret this is to show that Marta is a virgin in every single way. That she has not have sex with anyone. And the only way to prove her virginity then, without the act of consummation, would still be this ancient ritualistic way of offering the blood of a human sacrifice. The reference to “intimate” companion may just refer to being a close friend. Now, it is true Knoth has the incorrigible habits of a philanderer. Unused dialogues also show that he may have had sex with Val who either is an intersex individual or an eunuch. Also the word catamite is exactly that, a young “male” kept for sexual pleasures. If Val was seen as a male, though they are not really, it still would make sense. However, there is also a large possibility that Knoth didn’t or couldn’t have sex with everyone. If you see his size, his gait — this old man has trouble even walking and pretty much walks with a limp, with slow wobbling steps. The truth is that Knoth also suffers from syphilis perhaps other diseases so it could hurt his performance heavily. There could be some people he didn’t have sex with. Seeing also that Marta, Val, Laird and Nick have no yokemates or sexual partners we know of (though wonder how the latter got Syphilis; it can happen via other ways or they did once have sex), we should take them a bit away from the norm. Of course, Val is not straight and has proven that multiple times. They have interest in almost everyone including Blake and a woman named Ruth. 

Seeing that Marta has a large size and strength may have made a patriarchal, incestuous cult generally afraid of her to engage in any form of sex with fear of having themselves being cut down or castrated. Knoth may have also find it beneficial to not sleep with Marta . Rather given her height and weight, may have been given the role of sentinel from a young age. And this would provide use to Temple Gate. Seeing that Laird also uses Nick, a pretty much tall fellow if not taller than Marta, to keep the Scalled in check and is encouraged by Knoth to use violence this logic makes sense. People of the cult avoid Marta like the plague. She  even states: “I will thy plague and thy ransom.” So, she seems to feel that she is a colossal figure that acts as a “disinfectant”, as a “bandage to the wound” to people who stray. She sometimes states to Blake, upon catching him: “The stray sheep must be corrected” and “You play the whore in my father’s house.”  Basically, being the person to uphold the crooked sense of justice in Temple Gate.

Additionally, Marta pretty much rhymes a lot of what she says. Aside that, later on you can hear about infants being dashed to bits and counting the enemies of “god” as her own enemies: those who rise against “god” (not knowing her “god” is actually Murkoff. Satan inimical Deus indeed). If you don’t rush towards the first encounter and wait, you can hear what she talks about, more or less, and see that they are like rhyming couplets: 

“In the Book of Life of The Lamb Slain.”

“A Blade’s baptism for the Spider Eyed Lamb.”

“By the crooked knife, Legion fettered every man chained.” 

“Every man that hath a ear, so he may leadeth in captivity.” 

“Bleeds false heaven’s fear, beast seeds the cracked city.”

“From seas heaven borne lion dragon leopard.” 

“Blasphemous seven horns of the mustard scion shepherd.”

“Here is the patience, and the faith of the saints.” 

“The Lamb slain, foundation of the world.”

“And the pain found stained by the nation of the sword.”

“Deceiveth them that dwell on the earth.”

“Bleed the wench before hell after birth.” 

“Earthquakes flames thunder.”

“Lake carrion, flayed woman, graves under Savior’s wedding supper.”

“He hath judged the great whore. Writ: Blood, Abram’s worship.” 

“That ye may eat the flesh of kings, mighty men and horses.” 

“Fore death, and the righteous sing rightly there before him.”

“Temple Gate cuts the whore, bleed a price, the true ascend.” 

“The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all amen.” 

These are not completely in chronological order and the “4th” one I had to jot down from memory. You can actually see the rhymes and the internal rhymes of these sayings. It also helps build some foundation on Temple Gate’s religion which definitely borrows Christian imagery and some Abrahamic imagery but also reverses them or “perverts” them in a way. The cult is not Christian as it does not respect Christianity or Christian beliefs on any kind, though it would like to believe it is Christian. I am no expert in Christian imagery but I could tell some things were off because we players are meant to see some of those discrepancies without being experts. Why should there be chaos during the savior’s supper? Armageddon is not a wedding feast. Similarly, there is lamb and lion and dragon imageries in Christianity. However, there is no spider-eyed Lamb that I know of.

(There are is a video of Marta’s dialogues. Some of her lines are songs. Personally, it is great the way final game had her just raspily quoting Ezekiel gospel quotes rather just sing. But here is the link if you are interested hearting the Marta dialogues:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMQnl9sUHRg)

If we look at the well known William Blake’s imagery from Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience (wonder if Blake is also an allusion to those things) you will see that Blake talks fondly of the Lamb and that the Tiger burning bright in the night. Blake is in awe of God because he has made the Lamb and he also made the Tiger. William Blake writes:

“Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?“

So, you can see that Blake likes the Tiger as well and uses it as a symbol to understand God. In that case, there is no need for God to make “spider-eyed lambs” when God has made the Tiger, and as Marta says, Lion, dragon and leopard. The dragon is traditionally I think an antagonistic figure in Christianity. So, Marta may be saying aside Temple Gate the world bears them though she also says slaying the Lamb built the foundation of the world. She also states of becoming this entity that eats the flesh of kings, mighty men and horses: this may be figurative but Laird doesn’t take this figuratively. 

Their “religion” is mostly based on bloodshed and the “whore who bears the antichrist” though I don’t think Christianity bases itself on any of these things. Obviously, The Testament of New Ezekiel uses Christian imagery but at the same time it does not follow any true Christian or Abrahamic tenets. The belief that there is a “whore” harbouring the antichrist born from Knoth and Knoth;s flock is also pretty non-viable. Knoth’s flock may have children with disabilities because of the fact they are inbreeding and incestuos like anything. It doesn’t mean the antichrist in any way. 

Marta herself shows some aspects of her beliefs when saying these lines and when she is killing people. She pretty much believes there is whore around and Temple Gate must “bleed a price” for the true to “ascend.” Though, she has her doubts. After all she doesn’t seem to believe in “righteous violence.” Yet, she plays the part of the sentinel because her society has no other place for her than to be that. She is too large and strong so perhaps no one wants her as a yokemate. We do not if she mothered any children or took care of them as Val. The only thing her society does is to make her the hound and avenging angel and she has become codependent on Knoth and that society (who wouldn’t, indoctrinated by The Towers and all of that) that gaining another form of freedom may not easily cross her mind. 

[marta-is-queen]

This is gonna be a personal for me. However, it needs to be written.

It took a long time for me to realise my queerness. The fact I was pansexual. You see where I was born there were only male and female couples, even that in marriage. Though, the marriage part was also kind of, well, not sacred. My old home was a cult so obviously they abused the bodies of women frequently. Our gospel told us that incest was allowed. To Papa Knoth anyone was allowed. It took me some time, after the storm, after the towers were gone, how insidious this all was. Of course, there had been some queer people in my town. In Temple Gate, queerness was either a secret or a condemnation. This was concomitant with how people would be treated if they denied Knoth anything or anyone. I remember coming up a woman chained in an underground room. Chairs put out for an audience. She was a child once. In fact, there was a command to kill her. Instead, someone decided to keep her for her promise of beauty and decided to condemn her to a life of rape and torture. 

I do identify as female. However, I was never allowed to be a woman. I will explain this further. Being a woman requires a yokemate as being a man. I was not allowed these things. I was Papa Knoth’s “Avenging Angel” — I was born very tall and strong thus no man or woman in Temple Gate could really provide me a challenge in physical strength. I was called Knoth’s Eye. I was the angel who could act as both witness, judge and executioner. However, by being an angel you are also condemned to a form of “purity” that requires you to extend yourself outside of being human. I was not allowed to have physical intimacy with anyone nor sexual intimacy. I believe, I don’t completely remember, that perhaps when I was younger I had some exchanges with Papa Knoth. That was the only thing I had and after that as I grew taller and stronger I became the sentinel of the The Testament of New Ezekial. 

Obviously, this was hard for me. At times, I felt very lonely traveling alone at night. Hearing the laugh of a man, or a woman, would warm me in ways I could not always explain. And, I found myself in great detail thinking of the man or woman who had laughed. At times, these details were simple and even platonic. Other times, they invaded my waking dreams and I craved to share in the laugh, be covered by it and become a butterfly within it. Of course, some of my waking dreams were now, as I know, courtesy of this corporation called Murkoff. However, I can say not all of them were. 

I knew when I was around nineteen that I wanted desperately close with this girl I knew. I remembered not being happy at her wedding and wishing to rid the yokemate with my pickaxe. I remember in my 20s I had correspondences with a young man. He later would become a Heretic. I did not need to kill him. I remember Papa Knoth got angry finding my letters; he told me the letters made me weak and foolish and womanly. That I was to be an angel. An angel that helped him by avenging the enemies of the clan, which was what I was born to do he told me. Papa Knoth also told me that it was because of these ‘foolish’ letters that I was doubting my mission to kill mercilessly. He saved if I possessed a woman’s heart and not the angel’s duty I would always be this ‘foolish’, so it was significant that I put away all these feelings as they were not befitting an avenging angel.

At the time, Knoth and I were close. I think he just used me while I just loved him as anyone could love anyone as a friend and only friend. I thought I should grow into my role. I shunned my feelings and became the enforcer The Testament of New Ezekiel needed. Only Val once questioned me while they were going to be the leader of the Heretics or already were, how I was living such an austere and lonely life which did not seem fit for piousness but more fit as a poison. I told them to hold their nor I would hold it for them and so our conversation ended. Val never made the mistake of approaching me again. 

I thought Knoth and I were the same. Two of us were devoted to our duties so having a yokemate was impossible. We had to be duty first. We had to deny our humanity so we can preserve the humanity of Temple Gate. I saw it that way. However, even if Knoth didn’t really marry he did always just have sex with whoever he wanted. I thought we were equals. We were never equals. Knoth was selfish and he selfishly told me to do things he would never do. Obviously, he would never easily kill others aside his own children, which he mostly did by other people such as Val. In the end, reflecting, I feel remorse and sympathy for Val. Perhaps, they also felt they were facing a horrible inequality to which their chaos sprung and could not be put away. 

By forcing me to become an angel, an angel in the house, Papa Knoth and those closest to him, were trying to take away my humanity. Rip it off, as it never had existed and never will find existence. I craved for human company many a times. People were afraid of me. My size, my strength, my emaciated appearance reminded them of the grim reaper or an angel of death. Sex and physical intimacy alluded me. I could hear moans and even sweet, soft whispers of lovers and would sometimes start rubbing my pickaxe on a tree, tearing the poor creature’s bark out of frustration and anger. When I became wet in dreams I hated myself for my “weakness.” I hated my female sex because it did not let me have perfect faith. It did not let me become the ideal sexless angel who was duty bound and good. 

Though I did not necessarily hate being the avenging angel. I loved that I could be the protector of women and of men. It also piqued my interest that most men ran away from me but most women just walked away or just didn’t do much. I believe they identified with me. I was to be their voice of strength. Them, who have been banished to lives of domesticity where they made coffins aside from a home even before the killings began, saw me as a respite, as a possibility. Perhaps, if not them, their female children would grow tall and strong like me and we all be the army that protected the village. And, they having birthed the soldiers would be deemed good, pure mothers and women. The wombs were angels had sprung from. I realise now how ambitious and strong women can be — even in the face of the most coldhearted abuse and misogyny, they hope, pray and work towards changing the system or bending it to their wills. That is a power that women and females have that I think no one should ever underestimate. 

Now, that I am away from all that. Away from the spells of narrow minded dogma and science, I see myself for the first time. I see who I am. I guess it took some time. I found solace in the prayer song sung by Jessica. I believe we would have been good friends. I feel it is this young girl who once knew a young Blake gave me some strength to be who I want, without shame. So, I think I have deep affections now for this tall woman called Garnet. I hear she is not of this world; which is fine as I am an avenging angel and I think a gem of another world and an angel are both “heavenly” in a way so we may get along well. I have some affections for Val — even if I did not agree with all their methods I am just glad they became honest of what they felt. It must have been hard for Val living in a town that did not value that they had no defined sex or gender.

I also realised I will always, in some way, have affections for Blake. I think he and I come from the same place. We were both manipulated by someone we trusted and lost a lot in the process. I think he made some of his peace. Now, it is time to make mine. As you people in this modern world say, coming out of the closet. 

I am Marta. I am Pansexual. I love all genders and sexes. And, I am hoping someone will love me back too. 

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