Genesis

Seared tools

Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."

The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.

The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.

The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.

Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.

Watchful eye

Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer.

Seared tools

Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."

The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.

The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.

The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.

Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.

Watchful eye

Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer. It silently engaged Adolefactus to move to the Living Emperor's side to impart any knowledge about the new Aetherkind he required.

Adolefactus' sandals tapped beside the Emperor hands behind his back ragged chainmail robe clinking. He noted idly with little appreciation for protocol or rank than the rest of Myrkul's subbeings had, "'Coming here' is perhaps too mild. The Wen requested an emergency shift on behalf of this fair lady. We cut the locus of the drained volcano out of reality. It's still somewhere in there, I suspect, or at least its power. I kept the other deities out and turned the potters wheel more than rekindled her."

Seared tools

Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."

The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.

The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.

The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.

Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.

Watchful eye

Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer. It silently engaged Adolefactus to move to the Living Emperor's side to impart any knowledge about the new Aetherkind he required.

Adolefactus' sandals tapped beside the Emperor hands behind his back ragged chainmail robe clinking. He noted idly with little appreciation for protocol or rank than the rest of Myrkul's subbeings had, "'Coming here' is perhaps too mild. The Wen requested an emergency shift on behalf of this fair lady. We cut the locus of the drained volcano out of reality. It's still somewhere in there, I suspect, or at least its power. I kept the other deities out and turned the potters wheel more than rekindled her."

Crane turned her attention towards the massive man. Somehow his own height became hers as she regarded him. Herarms once more crossed as he spoke. Apology ? No she did not want that, so he knew she had ill will towards him ? That didnt matter either. She was tempted, albiet briefly to attack the man, but instead just shook her head "That wont be needed. Your son left me for dead, the one you call.... Dorn.... If it were not for a young man, and the Wen,. who saved my life, I would not be here, and the volcano would have destroyed the world"

She smirked then "Your son failed in his duty. At first he beat me down. Then left.... But as I stood up.... he used something...... cold... to stab me..... to kill me." The smirk turned briefly to laughter then "I want a rematch, he picks the place."

She turned towards the nearby Jinhai whom she figured, and rather felt Myrkul move into apparently as the soft grey eyes blazoed briefly with white tinted gold. "By your leave I may go ?" The Wen behind her Chirp-Chirped at her, which then she corrected herself "We.... may go ?" She asked to Myrkul.

The sooner she got back to Rick, to show him she was OK, the better

The Emperor slowly nodded, so that's what she was after. A simple duel? Against a Primarch in one on one combat? Well, she was certainly brave he would give that to her. "As you wish, if you wish to duel my son then so be it. We don't have many areas on Terra to duel so a Galaxy known as Segmentum Solaris will suffice. Once these elections are done you shall have your duel. And that Volcano? I will agree that it could have destroyed the world if left unattended. So I have nothing left to speak of. When the time comes I will bring you to the arena." The man replied.

It would be good for his sons to have a chance to fight in a duel. However their duty came first, however a match that may have honor between two opponents between it. This he had to see.

The Emperor soon faced Nuria. "Our battle will take a long while to finish. There is no need to rush. A great war is not won in a single day, but after careful preparations and time.

The eyeless Jinhai that Myrkul animates walked closer motes thumping each step against the underside of the floor. Attracted toward a temporary locus point of a massive psionic machine held in the body of a Jinhai. One could see the moving currents just under the robe, trundling gears barely contained.

Adolefactus looked over at the locus of Myrkul's Vein with two yellow torch-eyes alight with mirth, "You're looking positively swelled."

Myrkul's voice was flat without any intonation from the Jinhai while it looked at Crane, "I have no opinion of myself. The Aetherkind Crane is deemed of no current consequence. Your path belongs to yourself at the leave of the Living Emperor. Absent cause by Dicta or the Living Emperor's will the Wen's prerogative remains with its conduit. However, I must not permit the Wen to participate in attacking the Living Emperor's sons. Your arena combat is your own, Aetherkind Crane."

The eyeless hooded Jinhai turned to the Living Emperor, "I stretch tethers closer to that place, Segmentum Solaris, but it is distant. The only suitable long-term anchors are many airless worlds between here and there."

It appended a comment from Nuria inside the room though Myrkul's voice lost all emotive content, "Mada Nuria says: Thank you, Living Emperor, for the time to purge voidfluid contact. The worst of my wounds will heal by three days time. I finish purification several days after."

"I understand" Crane said, there was no reason for a Wen of any kind, she mused thoughtfully, to harm another, they were only to protect werent they ? Besuides the duel was between her and Dorn alone, no outside help. But would the Wen follow that directive to wait on the sidelines ? She felt her power surge briefly as the Spirit Pearls felt more at home. Witrh her as the vessel it felt kind of strange.

Yet the one, Dorns father apparently, seemed slightly worried of the duel she wanted with his son. "You do not think I can best him in fair battle ?" he'd pretty much left her for dead after beating her to a pulp by stabbing her with a powersword, the ice cold feeling of the power field. "Your son is an able fighter, without outside help or powers, a fair duel is all I request."

Seeing the sagelike nod to her from the silver being Crane took it as her sign that she was free to take her leave. With a happy sounding chirp=chirp the Wen with her seemed to dance about on its new wheels clearly ready for a roadtrip. Crane smiled, bowing again towards Myrkul before she and her new friend faded away back to the Mortal Realm

Seamus looks around curiously, wondering what strangeness he's gotten himself into this time.

Master glances up at the newcomer, the first in a long time.

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams glances around. This ain't Kansas.

Seamus jumped up in surprise. "M-Mud!" The four-legged amphibian seemed scared and confused, not sure what was going on but sniffing around quite a bit in an attempt to find out.

Master looked over at the most peculiar arrival of yet another visitor.

What's this? Two lost travelers in the land in-between?

he chuckled, shaking his head for but a moment before standing up and looking westward.

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams glances around at the strange environment.

I suppose so. Falling into strange portals and ending up in odd lands and times is kinda my gig now, apparently.

He shrugged lightly, unconcerned with this predicament.

Seamus seemed to understand what the towering figure had to say, and nodded.

Mud...

it uttered sadly, eyes drooping on its blue-skinned large head with a single fin on top. At least the grasses looked good. He tried munching on some. It didn't seem to taste good, but it was something.

Master took no note of the lost journeymen seemingly arriving with impossible irregularity as he wandered off to the

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Isambard Prince Dropped from nowhere visibly confused, Prince looked around. "This isn't where I parked my car."

Myrkul reached out to the Emperor to inform of important developments. It was a loss but everything that could be built could be rebuilt. Jinhai would adapt their construction in its next iteration. Perhaps the Living Emperor could locate a more suitably defended location. Considerations of defense it had become ill used to performing due to the limiting effects of the bulwark. It would learn war. The emperor would teach it.

Its prodigious mind reached out to wherever the Living Emperor remained as it regarded the Zhou deep within the factory, "Living Emperor. Sight of the Psi forge now belongs to us. A greater being of Chaos has corrupted it. The outer layer will soon contain it by calling the Black Storm from behind our prime egress but it is not an insurmountable wall such as the bulwark. I must excise the forge from my knowledge. The vessel of Ex Libris there is in jeopardy as is a Mada."

It sends a picture of the ship destroyed by Malthusians and blandly notes other missives, "Lesser beings for your use arrive slowly with the prime egress seared clean. Tolyl my lesser overbeing is free on Terra to send and recover the souls of the destroyed ship or elsewhere. Your will is his desire. Another of my lesser overbeings is still transecting to terran space from Genesis. The child of Nuria, Choromynth, has left for Terra to seek knowledge in your name."

The Emperor was busy tinkering with his inventions as he recived the news. He closed his eyes in thought. "I see...So my marines have already started another war it seems. I guess even with the safest plan there is cause for failure. In that case stay nearby the war zone, we must not let the Dark Gods take a single soul. As for the Psi forge...we may have to deal with it soon less it become a danger in the future. I shall lend my power the next time we spot a suitable location to fortify it against the forces of Chaos and Darkness. We shall prepare next time...finnaly as for Nuria, if she seeks knowledge then saftey be upon her. Thank you for the news." The Emperor replied as he began to resume tinkering with his inventions.

A wounded soul and shell-shocked space marine erupted from space into a small atrium as Myrkul spent its energies moving the Chaos marine that the Mada Plinth had liberated. The voices of chaos were silent in him now and a faintly visible surface of a space marine's face hidden under the gauntlet-sized hole melted through the faceplate. At its center in a flame of yellow threads he found himself in a building of psistone and grey ferroplasm. This was the Imposition; A place where the tainted were first brought but this was one of few times it had ever been used. It was built on the surface of Genesis in a growing constellation of constructs intended for human use. The area even had trees utterly alien to the rolling grassland planted by the will and whims of a lesser of Myrkul. The entire area quickly populated by Jinhai each armed with very functional imitations of the force weapons they'd found in the Imperium. The forces of Jinhai now numbered in the thousands in this small imitation of a human city and no small number of armed individualities congregated at the exposure of Genesis to the first untainted.

Amid the swirling strands seeking out the remnants of corruption in the body, of which there were still many, the red paint of a chaos marine slowly chipped away to a flat grey. There were even litanies on the walls a design aesthetic inherited the more Jinhai were exposed to imperial doctrine and attainted concordance. The marine's voice hadn't yet returned to him but Jinhai contacted the Living Emperor to alert him of the development. Though he tried once to amble closer to a litany plaque the space marine found himself no closer to the wall. The Imposition was a prison for Mankind wrapped in on itself and contained not a small censer but a bonfire of mankind powered by infrastructure.

The voice of Myrkul didn't have a sense of interruption, "Living Emperor, the Mada Plinth has disbonded a servant of yours from the chains of Chaos. Your servant is disturbed by its experience but we feel the Mada has restabilized its soul. It is being purified at the Imposition. Do you wish to interact with it before the servant is occupied by a study for templating? "

The Emperor put down some tools at the news. Well, it's not everyday a soul is saved from the powers of Chaos. He can spare a few minutes, of course his physical body was already engaging the Chaos Threat. So there was time to spare while he dealt with things in the ground.

"I see, I shall be there shortly." The Emperor spoke as his form vanished to re-appear where the thousands of Jinhai gathered to see one man. One soul, saved from the clutch of Chaos. He decided to come close to the man, and knelt down a bit.

"Greetings my warrior. I hear that you have been saved by Chaos. I am here to personally welcome you back to my side. You have been through the horrors the forces of Chaos can do but be strong. One day you shall have your retribution but for now rest easy. You have earned your peace for now." The Emperor spoke to the Space Marine.

"Last time I checked I was not a dark god or a taker of souls...only a defender of what is mine...just like my people...the ones your Space Marines' greed started a war with...." Came a female voice from the Shadows.

The figure stepped from the shadows into the light as she spoke again "I am Bastakia, goddess of the Mauhasinans. I have come to seek an end to this war before it truly begins. My people had laid claim to an uninhabited system. One your Space Marines invaded. My people asked yours to peacefully leave but your people refused."

Bastakia sighed "This war will do nothing but cause both our peoples pain and death and it has already attracted the attention of other parties. Your people will only listen to your word and it's is only a matter of time before Seki I unleashes her full power.... Do you really want this Emperor? A war with my people while Chaos is at your door?"

The space marine saluted as broken sigils of Chaos melted then spalled to dust then found his voice, "I met Chaos and was found wanting, Emperor. This disgrace and the heresy they imposed on me I will make them pay for. What is to become of me?"

A Jinhai spoke up from the room, "A Multorum template has been identified in the Almanac."
Said another, "The Chaos marine template is tainted but can be re-purposed."
"Adolefactus has named the prototype template Adeptus Interitus. The Humankind's soul will be repaired and its bonded vessel reconstructed as a weapon for the Living Emperor.", Said a third.

Then another spoke up from the shadows the permeable place that Genesis was, a Goddess, not of Jinhai.

Since the incursion of Ifrit this area of Genesis was not without defenses. The depersonalization spires rising into the air here suffused the land and concreted it tightly interrupting the conduction of deific power. The neutrality of this place more actively enforced. It would be difficult for the the deific to muster large amounts of power here much less mundane mages it silenced with prejudice. At least for those not of itself or the Living Emperor. Breaking the spires would require first displacing Myrkul's Vein and its growing energy structure slowly harvesting in all directions.

In Genesis those waves of grain were ever under the blue sky of a sunny afternoon and that shining sunlight never moved. So when an eclipse overtook the entire block in which they resided it was of a buffeting wind. Myrkul's giant head shuffles away clouds to center the four-vaned end over the place containing Aetherkind so close to the Imposition. In ages past the Fallen Emperor's dictum was to kill Aetherkind on sight. Some new experiences for such things now outside the bulwark were writ into its Almanac. The Living Emperor's will to regard nonthreatening Aetherkind, among other kinds, with neutrality appeared more prudent to Myrkul's liking. At least it did not cause an unnecessary expenditure of resources needed disable then channel a deific spark into the black storm. It had done so, twice, and captured another.

Myrkul's Vein would yet be unwilling to touch the mind of an Aetherkind. The voice of a creature to easily dwarf the Eminence rumbles the ground with wind much like the mountain could, "There is no reason to distinguish your template from Chaos, Aetherkind. The Living Emperor's dicta of neutrality remains in effect. It is permitted."

Came a chorus from thousands of Jinhai congregating here speaking aloud like Myrkul was, "The Aetherkind is permitted."

The Jinhai were prudent creatures nonetheless. Those out of view merging into larger concordances with eyes sixteen-many stood up from behind hollow inhabitable buildings at the notion of an Aetherkind wandering herein.

As The Emperor heard the voice, he turned to face her with narrowed eyes. Another deity, so called Gods. His obvious disdain for them was evident.

"You seek to end the war? Yes, that one in that unclaimed sector. Yes my warriors have refused to leave yet ultimately it was your people who fired the first shot. My people are not very forgiving, to order them to back down after they have suffered casualties...to not get vengeance of the people who did fire first." The Emperor spoke as he crossed his arms.

"Yes, Chaos is on our doorstep. However recalling them back will cause more problems after the battle has finished. Yes if I refuse this will just cause needless slaughter. Although I never trust your kind...I seen enough Gods always interrupting mortal affairs. A so called deity named Sol decides to bring back the young as the city suffers a catastrophic event. Did I mention she did it while it was going on. As you can imagine many people, children included died twice. And those that survived are without parents. What is to say your people won't ignore your words and attack us from behind? I want this war to end as we have important problems...But your kind, and your people is making a simple decision cause backlash if I make it."

"If I wanted to interfere would I not be there instead of here? What this other goddess did was misguided and foolish....but I am not her." Bastakia said.

Bastakia looked at the Emperor. "As for my people firing first... The Mauhasinan commander gave your commander twice the opportunity to fly away unharmed when he cut the comm he gave her no choice but to make good on her word. If your forces leave now no harm will come to them...at least not from my people. They will listen to my word just as yours listen to your word."

Bastakia sighed and added "As for the others...the moths drawn to a flame...I have no control over them."

"I also have given them orders not to engage unless attacked. Hence why this is a problem. Words never deter my warriors unless under my request. And since your people have fired upon my people, they will have their vengeance even if it means damning both fleets. You have already committed your aggression, and as of right now all I hear you were the aggressors when you declared the attack. As it stands, I do not see to much reason. Blood has been spilt already, and my warriors desire revenge. I need a firm reason to issue my recall order besides just your word that they will not be harmed. That has already gone and passed." The Emperor spoke.