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[skxrbrand]

Kha'xanzyr stumbled smoking out of the red, sparking portal he had ripped open on reality's face. Portaling. It was one of the first abilities he sought to master, one of the first endeavors he put to the magic newly coursing his veins.

Not his best work; The Bloodthirster had stepped out into open air, falling rather embarrassingly towards the ocean. But, he had caught himself on wide wings and more importantly, no one had seen the mistake. Deciding to fly the rest of the way, the Architect made landfall within a few hours, sparking hooves burning the earth of the Bloodfire Falls.

Before him was Infernius. His master's voice echoed in his ears.

Find the Tzeen-child. Take him with you, for this is a test of his loyalty as much as it is a test of your competency. You cannot navigate Tchar's realm without him.

With purpose, he strode towards Castle Infernius, searching for the Knowledge-Keeper.

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[xaallo]

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// mf'er be down BAD for some dudes in bulky plate armor... or God forbid, armored WOMEN-

ARMORED WOMEN?

[hxuse-of-muses]

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{♚}—; After Cosmos performed some of his duties as leader of the Magic Crafters for the day, he headed back to his archives and where he stored various magical artifacts.

All of which were protected, but as he approached he thought he heard something or someone rummaging around inside. He expected it to be someone like Kelvin, but upon opening the door to the room he was met with someone he'd never seen before.

"Might I ask, who are you? Was there something you were seeking?" Cosmos spoke calmly, unsure of their intentions but he would figure it out.

[kharrneth]

"DeathAxe Monolith is still within Exile claim, my liege."

Valkia scowls. It was not often that she was... 'disappointed', for a lack of better words, with her husband's daemonic troops. They were warriors all, and thus were like a well-oiled machine at best... and a whooping, hollering band of rag-tag beasts at worst. Both could yield results, but it had been clear what those 'results' had been at DeathAxe.

"Had -I- been sent there to lead, I would've claimed that landmark five times over, and every single traitor skull would be piled upon the feet of your throne, including that of the Tzeen-child. Why was that lumbering OAF Zhubon sent in my stead?"

Kharneth had been monitoring the proceedings. War. A smattering of successes and failures, give and take and retake. Armies ground down into nothing beneath muddy, bloody heels. Such had been the happenings in the realm of mortals; success at Naggaroth and failure wherever the Reaper held serious sway.

A bittersweet, but mostly bitter, notion.

When Valkia comes before Khorne, he is a much more personable form, kneeling to pet Karanak behind his frilled ears and thinking on the happenings. He looks at her with bright red eyes, the manifested form streaming bloody vapors into the air.

"𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄."

"𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐗𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐙𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅."

[slaanxsh]

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WHO INTRODUCED SLAANESH TO THE CARAMELLDANSEN?

𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤! 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴!

[heliinx]

(Ashiiq Bonegnawer) "Now now... is 'dis not a rather odd-strange, sad display? A Grey Seer... far-far away from her clan. Or... if you can call-name yourself Grey Seer still. You are in sad-pitiful state, white-fur. Half-way to becoming daemon. Abandoned by Great Horned One. You look terrible, darling-dear~"

Heliinx was prepared to snap back, her ears pinned to skull, a snarl bullying it's way onto her face. But then several things hit her as turned and beheld the stranger. Their size. The color of their fur. The Horns. Their scent. The fact that it was another Skaven doe was of note, definitely, but more pressingly was the undeniable stink of Clan Mordkin on her fur.

Mordkin. Eaters of Grey Seers.

" What does Mordkin-thing know? Hail from clan that eat-kills the Holy Ones, the Horned Rat's chosen! Horns must be false-fake. Are you a fraudulant thing trying to lecture me-me?"

" I shall see you littered with pain-pain snails for this insolence!"

[skxrbrand]

" No. You're wrong. Anything can be overcome with the proper application of strength and willpower." Kha'xanzyr stresses the words and as he does, the glowing lights on his talons turn angry crimson. Into fire. " And Kharneth is no longer my father. I disown him, as he casts me out--" The fires grow, from harmless motes of light into balls of vicious plasma.

" Khade is my father now, sundered as he is."

His eyes flick over to Qhi'zhek's perfect casting of the cantrip. His own is a burning mess tainted by the fires of the former Khornate's own hatred. The fire drips hot blood onto the ground.

" I do not care how the mortals do it." The Bloodthirster snarls, " I will be better than them. Unlike the ephemerals, I have endless time."

The unstable spell finally collapses. It's like a grenade exploding in Kha'xanzyr's hand, burning and ruining flesh. The Bloodthirster gives a bark of pain, clenching his bloodied claw.

"Destroying magic and maintaining and/or casting it are not the same thing..." Qhi makes a point to explain it, even if Khax was already having that mental realization. His hands clasped behind his back, Qhi remains at his spot, observing from a safe distance as the Bloodthirster keeps trying to cast the cantrip. He watches him tensing, grunting... as if violently exerting himself to just casting the simple spell.

His silence was broken at one point, however. He just-- had to hammer it out to him. "There are many things in life that cannot be FORCED, Son of Kharneth. Magic potential and one's connection to it are two such things. You cannot force it into your being. You have to open yourself up to it. ALLOW it within you. We Tzeentchians are naturally born with such a connection, and your current master Khade no doubt was introduced and taught to open up to it by his half-sire Tzeentch himself. 'Tis how mortal mages are created too."

He waves his hand, and the very same spell that Kha'xanzyr had no doubt spent hours, days maybe to simply maintain, manifested out of nothing with the most minimal of effort to the Tzeentzhian, dancing orbs of light now hovering around his chest like an orbit of stars. "Posture and state of mind are as important as raw arcane power and potential. Do you really think some of the mortal realm's greatest mages, such as "Supreme" Balthasar Gelt, simply forced themselves to wield magic at the level they do?"

[khaosundivided]

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“So....”

“... Do you think Tzeentch would object to you teaching me magic?”

It’s the prince, gone for days and days, nearly a week. And then back with nary a word or explanation. He doesn’t go into the reason for his departure, though he’s sure Qhi’zek knows already. Hopefully, he won’t say anything about the Skunk Incident.

[skxrbrand]

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" Let's say Tzeentch dies. Hypothetically. What happens to you if he does?"

" If you hate him that much I commend you...but I don't think you hate him that much."

[xaallo]

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"Uh--"

" I'm uh-- A...minotaur?" He tries, though he doesn't sound convincing at all. Given the powers of chaos, that might've been true once, but the mane and barbels hanging down from his snout indicate that time to be long past.

Xaallo squints. Valkia looks like a woman, but there are definitely some departures.

" I could ask you the same." Though the horns, wings, hooves....he had his suspicions about what she might be.

[thefouraboveall]

"A charmer as always." Slaanesh says, grinning and tossing his hair. He's used to flattery, but he'll never turn it down.

" It's unwise to provoke Big Brother." The Prince of pleasure replies, sounding sage. But that facade soon breaks. " But that does not seem to stop Tzeentch. You recall the incident with the Skull Throne and a few of your nurglings. Juvenile, but amusing! I'll wager Kharneth is still scouring the stains off his precious chair."

Slaanesh chuckles,

"Far be it from me to be upstaged by the Changer, however."

The rancid mountain of flesh and sores known as Nurgle turns his head towards his petite, decadent brother, the God of Pestilence and Decay letting out a jovial chortle at the comment that, for a mortal, might've sounded offending and venomous. But to him? It was mere compliments! "Bwahahahah~! Why thank ye, Slaanesh! An' you're lookin' jus' as deadly an' elegant as yesterday!"

He turns his morbid form around to face the smaller God with a big, form-splitting grin. "So, wha's been on ye mind lately? Any new plans to tormen' our older brother Khorne or anythin'?"

[kharrneth]

"My Lord, it will be done."

She was... 'surprised'? To think Kharneth would still think of it as honorable to call Skarbrand his son, despite the latter's attempt on his life. But she did not question it. In fact, it only made her feel more inclined to end this foul spawn's life, no matter the methods. She thought back on those fateful words Kharneth spoke to her, of how his unintended coupling with Slaaneth far in the past had spawned the progenitor of these Malalian daemons now threatening their realms.

This was not to be done again. History would not repeat itself.

And with a firm, solemn nod, Valkia's wings blaze into life as she prepares to take off, but she leaves a final word of promise to her husband;

"I will end this... this thing's life. On that, you have my word."

And she takes off, flying across the skies of Khorne's realm, before vanishing in the distance to enter the mortal realm.

The Grand Reaper, Slaughter of All, watches her go, turning to think as she unfurls he wings and flies to deliver his godly wrath. He had no forgotten the Wager for Skarbrand's freedom, but that battle had not come to pass. The loathsome dog had no right to flout the liberty he had not claimed.

Khorne had made agreements with his siblings...but Skarbrand was, for all intents and purposes, not affiliated with any of them.

Not truly even Khorne. At least, no more than anyone else who killed for the Blood God (and all men did, even if they knew it not...). But it wasn't official, wasn't binding. No, the cur was his to utilize -- and punish -- as he saw fit.

[slaanxsh]

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Please never make me imagine Slaanesh going "owo what's this" ever again xDDD

*UWU* *NUZZLES* *POUNCES ON YOU*

[heliinx]

👫 (Heliinx and Ikit? :3)

Originally, Heliinx WAS going for a hand like Ikit Claw's (only, you know, better. She IS a Grey Seer so hers should be better in her opinion). Though she'd never say so, it would be inspired by him and based on his design. Then well, crab shenanigans happened.

Ikit Claw's backstory is largely unknown, which is unusual for famous skaven. Even for those who take pains to make sure their discretions stay buried, things eventually come out through the work of a steadfast eshin agent...but nothing on Ikit. However, Heliinx is pretty sure Ikit was similar to Vecteek; white furred, Horned, but had no inherent magical abilities...maybe. Either way, she suspects his origins to be similar to her own. Where else did that white fur come from?

Tikrik is a fan of Ikit; this is yet another reason Heliinx sneers at Ikit because if her brother likes it, then it MUST be dumb.

[rxpper-roo]

{💣}—; Roo seemed to direct his attention back and forth between Throt, the rats, and the surrounding area. It looked like he was starring off into space but looking around may actually help him out later if he can recall this possibly.

"Why not? You're too much fun!" The kangaroo giggled, not liking the idea of being locked up not because he was scared but because he couldn't move around as much as he'd like. So as he was dragged along, he tended to squirm and move around but it didn't seem to amount to much in terms of escape.

Once he was thrown into the cage, the first thing he did was chew on the bars a bit and push his feet up against them while grasping onto them and poking his snout through is as well as his tongue. "Hehaha, you can't keep up locked up forever, you're not crazy enough to keep me~!"

This 'doc' he was referring to Throt thought right about because this was referring to his more sane state of mind which wasn't apparent right now other than through his fancy clothes. Though he seemed to be bored while sitting in confinement, while pushing up against the bars he decided he should find a way to entertain himself.

{💣}—; "Smart-Clever? Oh no that's not me that's the doc!" Roo giggled letting a hint about himself go but it wasn't obvious. He was already a mutant and its why he looked the way he did especially the blue fur and one could only imagine what would happen if he got pushed even further.

No doubt his other half would be shouting at him with the situation they got into. Regardless, he just starred down into the vat of the bubbling substance down below. "Ooooh scary~! You won't like it anyway, look how dark and spooky you like everything! Islands are too sunny and happy for you!"

Seemed he let something slip but not out of fear but because he was still just saying anything. Perhaps he could be tricked, or surely there must be some way to actually get through to him. Throt may not know it but he had another side of him currently dormant at the moment due to having an episode, which caused his insanity to be on display outwardly at the moment.

[khaosundivided]

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Xi has been keeping his distance. Yes, he knows of the other Lord of Change, but so far hasn’t been able to glean a scheme from the other from afar. Not from talking with the Prince or even the Bloodthirster (who patently dislikes them both). In his claws is a single feather, one of Qhi’Zheks. He looks at it as he addresses his brother-in-knowledge.

“So,” Begins the broad avian daemon, “ What brings you into the Daemon Prince’s service?”