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Myrkul's Vein

Overmind, Altar from all the Living Emperor's servants are struck

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

Description

Myrkul is a thing that has persisted despite thousands of years and a plane inimical to life. It ensures the holy cities of the Fallen Emperor are never breached and extends that to the Living Emperor as soon as it is capable. As an attendant of all its tools Myrkul obeys only the current Emperor's call and its own. It attends to no other creatures of mind or body but to destroy the ones that threaten its person or Mankind. A living nation-collective of microscopic creatures of psionic magitech it dwarfs the size of most cities standing more than tall enough even when coiled to pierce atmospheres. Should it not hover coiled in the air around a suitable anchor it would crush the plate beneath it. As such it prefers nonphysical planes to exist inside that it does not destroy the homes of mankind with its movements.

So begins...

Myrkul's Vein's Story

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Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Crane's Wen
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A Vision...

His son attacking her? Now this got his attention. "So you have met one of my Sons Rogal Dorn before, however it seems he may have attacked you...I must see this situation beforehand..." The Emperor decided to investigate on this matter.

Raising a hand into the air, he channeled his massive psychic potential and began to peer into Dorns memories...There...The time of the Volcanic disaster...A few months ago...

There was his son with a few Astarte's, the Geomancer was out of control and unknown forces were assailing them from a strange fog. They were defending the out of control Geomancer then...There a shadowy figure in the fog...His son reacted quickly and attacked...

A woman was nearly killed, the woman that was in this very room. "I see...some unfortunate circumstances has led to my son nearly killing you...I can only apologies on his behalf, however my son is not here at this moment. He is currently on Terra overseeing the Wing City Elections and ensuring all defenses are in place. I can see why you would seek him out. But...I could already see how you came here, stopping the volcano from waking again. A noble gesture for a planet. So...what do you want? Clearly you hold some ill will to my son." The man spoke calmly as he faced Crane.

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Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Crane's Wen
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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.

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Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Crane's Wen
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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."

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Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Crane Character Portrait: Mada 'Nuria' Myrkul Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul Character Portrait: Crane's Wen
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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."

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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

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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.

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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."

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"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

The setting changes from Genesis to Wing City Business District

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A small progress bar came across the console at the notion crossing her Wen's mind of Conduit Crane being dispossessed. A window entitled: 'Updating imprint (Wen, Conduit)'. Systems slowly scanned Crane to equalize the last known image and the current one lying somewhere within Myrkul's Altar. Concerning itself with repairs to the other Aetherkind was unlikely ever to be on its list of priorities.

The Wen were dutiful creatures and tended the Almanac which was as much their own long-term memory as much as it also belonged to their Overbeing. Myrkul's Vein asked the more advanced Wen to quiet its objections and to listen carefully for such recording. Myrkul's Vein certainly was paying attention to this particular section given the edge case it so recently permitted to leave with a vastly modified Wen. And so it learned from this new exception that these Aetherkind were not explicitly bound as were the divine agents of Ao.

Still, it saw no reason to categorize this new Aetherkind 'Spiral' differently through it agreed that neither Aetherkind Crane nor 'Spiral' were either Celestialkind or Abyssalkind. They lacked the tethers that came with existing deities those terms contained. It would wait to clarify their nature for subbeings upon gaining further information.

A moment later it tasked Jinhai to seek the knowledge of 'rules of the void' and 'Citadel of the Gods'. Someday it surmised subbeings would be called to battle there when a deity clashed with the will of the Living Emperor. Preparing was prudent. Now, however, it had good cause to believe these Aetherkind could die not merely be contained in perpetuity. Certainly if so such weapons must already be recorded to exist between them if so. Aetherkind it found capricious and discordant certainly some deaths must have already been recorded among them.

Elsewhere, one part of the request by Myrkul's Vein began with a confluence of eight-many Jinhai to consider a new construction on Genesis. Necessary structures to inspect the lowest layers of Genesis to later construct defensive military structures thereupon. Depersonalization spires would likely not even hinder lesser deities long unlike most other beings whose minds they paled. Myrkul's Vein would have to acquire a specialist.

The setting changes from Wing City Business District to Genesis

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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."

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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.

The setting changes from Genesis to Haverous Bog

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Even deep in its slumber Tolyl remained accessible to Myrkul's Vein. The deeper shadows it imposed on the bog punctuated by the quiet pulsating of the ebb and flow of its power. Myrkul reached into the mind of a capital weapon dreaming of destructive things to gently raise the dream to the surface. Tolyl's huge eyes shifted their steely lids as the mind trundled its thoughts back to life. It looked down at the helmet that crushed a new pond atop a stump with curious creatures using it as a roost. Roving blue lights of coronal discharges flare to life and drag a squelching metal helm upward toward the leviathan's head. Water drains away then flashes to steam as it opens apertures of its mind to empower its armor once more.

"I am required? I think I will remain in this place in the future.", Tolyl's voice sheds leaves from the canopy in speaking.

Answers a booming voice to Tolyl's mind that sparks painful light from even anemic sunbeam through the canopy here, ((As you will it. Proceed to the place known as AC-215. Do not engage what is not humankind there. Remain distant. The conflict is not of the Living Emperor's concern only to collect the souls of Humankind left behind.))

Moss and rotting detritus crushed into grey paste as gravitic forces marshalled to propel the creature skyward. Burbling marsh squelched as Tolyl curled once around trembling marshy soldiers of trees then pounding through the canopy. The scream of a planar transector came from the skin of reality as Tolyl crawled upward toward space to leave this gravity well. Long rolls of thunder punctuated its exit into the upper atmosphere.

The setting changes from Haverous Bog to The Wastelands

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For a moment, everything was black.

Akio could feel the weight on his mind, the ever pounding feeling against his soul not proving unbearable, to say the least. He couldn't see. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't even move. The only thing he could do was wait and try to wait calmly. That being said, he was getting a slight feeling of panic drifting into him, his doubts coming forth in his mind. What if he'd made the wrong choice? What if he were to be left to this damnation for all of eternity? He would not only be trapped here, but he'd let his lineage succumb to the same fate.

No, he thought to himself. Trust your ancestors...trust your judgement...

He pushed the high-tension thoughts from his head. He meditated. He waited and waited until something would begin to happen. He found a zen in a quiet place and used it to his advantage...to settle for peace of mind. Peace of body.

And then...he felt a stir. A swelling surge of energy growing within him. His other two essences within himself began to spread outwards, mixing with this well of power that seemed to be coursing through his system. At first, the essences seemed to combat each other, fighting for a place within Akio. Or maybe they were combating a new arrival. He began to separate the three, giving them each a place within his body. He began to feel lighter on the mind and heavier on the body as he thought he could hear something. Something very faint. Something very far. And it was getting closer.

The essences no longer were mixed and unshaped, but formed a flow in his head...a balance in his mind and a core in his body. The core was split into three different lines, all connected to his mind. One was dark blue, the essence of Shadow. One was bright magenta, the essence of Myrkul. One was shimmering white, the essence of Blood.

And like breaking the surface from underwater, he began to adapt and conform to his body. He began to feel a muscle move, his leg twitching slightly. Grasping hold of that feeling, he tried to bring it under his control and possess his body with his mind. He could feel a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of foreign appendages that weren't there. He was having a harder time grabbing hold of those. But the essentials were obtained. Legs were in working order, arms in the same condition. He even felt an oddly perfect sense of weight in his right hand...the weight of the Ancestral Blade he'd brought with him to this new body.

He could breathe again.

Inhale...

The first rush of oxygen permeating this new body he inhabited sent all kinds of feelings down through his soul. Relief on his older side for finally obtaining access to that precious life source. New surges of cooling and relaxing of rigid muscles and inner organs brought by a long lost feeling of circulation through the body. His third tether, the Essence of Myrkul, began sucking up this oxygen and clinging to it so as to never be let go...so as to feed this new energy supply within him.

Exhale...

His senses had all but come back to him. His dry mouth was bring wet with his own saliva. The air reeked of a surprisingly strong scent of wildly uncontrollable magic of some kind...Chaos, his mind recalled. He could barely hear a familiar voice calling out amidst the blackness. "I hope that's a humankind in the Zhou. Wake up! We're out of time the black storm is here! Forget the remainder you need to get us out of here!"

He inhaled. He couldn't help but feel like the voice was calling out to him in particular. Forget what? he wondered.

Well only way to find out.

He exhaled and opened his eyes.

The scene was definitely chaotic. He saw way too much at the same time. He saw everything progressing as normal, the fight between the Space Marines and the forces of Chaos continuing at a breakneck pace. He saw the tear in the realms in which he'd Shadow Dashed through and he spotted the ship from his vantage point. Onlyā€¦his viewpoint was drastically different. Everything felt smaller. And he caught glimpses of something right in front of himā€¦a terrible blackness that was sweeping through. Something asteal in the back of his mind told him this unperceived threat would be upon them soon. He remembered the mission and why he'd come down here...to retrieve the artifact.

He looked down and saw an amazing thing. His body was coated with crystalline-like scales and his chest seemed to glow with an exterior energy of some kind...the energy he now possessed. His feet were elongated and had claws on their toes. He glanced down at his hands and saw more of the sameā€¦well two sets of the same anyway. In his right hand held a crystallized sword that maintained the same grip he had on it before. It looked different the way it almost appeared jagged and crude in make. And yet, he knew it was as sharp as ever. They still felt foreign to him, but he could feel appendages in his rear, on his back, and even hanging by his side. Taking a slight glance behind him, he saw wings and a tail.

Akio was a dragon now. He was the artifact.

And as quickly as that realization was upon him, the sorcererā€™s long winded speech had begun. The next thing Akio knew, he was being surrounded by this hardened energy, a barrier of some kind. He knew the corruptive properties of the substances said sorcerer had been using, so he didnā€™t dare touch the stuff. But it was impeding their escape and he had to find a way around it. Or through it by non-physical means.

His sword? He knew it was tethered to him by blood and as such remained incorruptible, but he didnā€™t know of the crystalline part of it, whether that was truly the sword he knew or just an extension of itā€¦a carbon copy. For now, he wouldnā€™t chance it. The Shadow Dash would only work if he had a clear line of sight towards his objective, which this barrier blocked all viewpoints. Shadow Magic wouldnā€™t do him much good either.

But he had a third option nowā€¦another essence stored within him and dying to be used. Myrkulā€™s Essence.

He went deep into thought, deep into the back of his mind to try and find an answer to this power. He considered reaching out to his Ancestors once more for figuring this out, but tried to see if another presence within him would answer.

ā€œMyrkul.ā€

Heā€™d heard the word being said many a time since joining Captain Ean and his crew, but the word still sounded so foreign on his tongue. From what heā€™d gathered, Myrkul was an entity in the back of everyoneā€™s mindā€¦a being that could be spoken to if necessary. A guide to Akioā€™s new abilities and capabilities, he figured. And he was hoping that calling him by name would prompt a response.

ā€œWhat is your will, Dragonkind?ā€

Even while he may have been expecting some kind of response, the voice in his head caught him off guard. It was surprisinglyā€¦robotic. Not it quality, but in tonal structure. It could almost convey emotion through the tone of voice it used, but it was off in some ways. Detached. Conveyed more of the opposite really. The fact that Myrkul referred to him as Dragonkind didnā€™t help that either, but Akio could assume such was true now. He did adopt the body and all itā€™s namesakes after all.

ā€œI request guidance,ā€ he answered back, ā€œGuidance on how to tap into thisā€¦essence. I must save your allies from the destruction of Chaos and Demons, but I do not know the body I am in nor the abilities I possess.ā€

Myrkul's voice rumbled the floor of the mind as a leviathan of mind leaned closer to hear. The different flat-emoted cadences borrowed from other conversations as some rising wind threatened, "Your mind's eye is now mutable, former Humankind, the soul of Humankind cares less for its meat than its will. You are not the present. In Ex Libris you are all Akios that have ever been. What is now will always have been so."

A small memory shot through the blue link to Myrkul of a small smattering of text, "Thus spoke the Dragonkind Ex Libris: I do not cause an avalanche from the power underneath all things, Myrkul's Vein, I am the avalanche. I am in my enemies. I am in my obstacles. I am in the world both reside. That I end means I simply choose to rest. By my roused will I carve unto the landscape how things shall now be in that moment I choose to look away from the self."

It added in that mid-conversation cadence it had between sentences, "Akio is shadow's cataclysm. Akio is nature's violent course. Akio is mankind's smoky lance of wrath. Align the Akios' eyes to the present with a will from any fullness of understanding of all Akios' nows that have ever been. Beware, no muscle incompletely understood can truly be strong."

The speech felt broken and foreign, but in his headā€¦somehow it made perfect sense. He had to concentrate on becoming one. He couldnā€™t think about the three abilities as separate powersā€¦he had to think of them as one surge of energy inside him. It was less about adapting to this body and more about allowing this body to adapt to him. His muscles. His intentions. His will. Align himself and he could use this power as well as any of his other ones.

ā€œThank you, Myrkul,ā€ he expressed his own gratitude before turning his attention towards the barrier in front of him and focused. He closed his eyes and thought about bringing the forces inside of him togetherā€¦harmonizing his priorities with his spirit, his mind, and his body. His spirit was of an ancient heritage. His mind was of a shadowy complex. His body was of a Draconic Awakening. And while his essences had different goals to achieve, all stemming from different backgrounds of his life and wishing different futures, they all had one goal in this current moment. They all wished to fight.

With a roar that wasnā€™t his own, Akio felt the power of white hot energy building in the pit of his stomach, rising to the back of his throat. It was violent, but tranquil. Steady, but explosive. And he expelled this intense energy forward, out of the open maw he still wasnā€™t used to. He had yet to speak an English word in this new form and the first thing out of his mouth was the answer heā€™d been looking for.

The barrier didnā€™t stand a chance. It melted from the sheer strength and potency of the blast. Three powers combined to break down and dismantle the force the Sorcerer had elected to use unto him. His blood remained uncorrupted, nor did his unyielding composure waver, even if the intensity of the blast may have made others think it had. Though there was a difference in appearance. Not many would notice it, having not seen the dragon before. But Plinth would catch a symbol etched in an odd light on Akioā€™s Crystalline Dragon Forehead. It was a circle split into three different portions, a dot in the epicenter of each portion. It looked like a three-faced Ying-Yang symbol, a sign of mastered equilibrium beyond the standard for those of a Taoist faith.

But it didnā€™t stop there. Akio had made an entrance into Dragonhood by blasting through the barrier and he continued by unleashing more brightened energy onto the corrupted soil. His stance was steady despite the suction-like vice the Warp had on the area and he could feel his mind attempting to be tainted by the very air around him. And still, he remained incorruptible. Not by the build of the body, nor by the sway of the mind that prevented his essence from being dragged into a chaotic lack of control, but by his blood. His heritageā€¦his soulā€¦they worked together to keep him tethered to reality. They kept him sane. And he stood still, a beacon of light surrounded by the redness of Chaos.

Akio occupied the dragon.

Everything he torched around him was purified by his soul, rebuilt by his body. The corruption that had plagued the land was reverting itā€™s course. The hue of destruction would slowly be giving way to that of a much brighter force, one whose composition would trifle with most and come away free. One whose will was aligned to destroy those that wished to hurt Humankindā€¦no, people. The personal word rang strong in his head as he remembered who he was fighting for. His friendship in Captain Ean. His family who was always by his side. The tides within him shifted slightly as his true essence broke through, one that couldnā€™t be controlled by the waters he occupied, but could be harnessed.

His Draconic eyes glowing, his gaze shifted to the Sorcerer, who would realize what kind of power heā€™d allowed his enemy to take. It wasnā€™t Zhou alone that was the force to contend with. It was whoever the Zhou aligned with. And that was someone who already had a personal leverage over the will of the Warp. Someone who could once withstand it and now recede it.

Someone who was already inside his enemyā€™s head.

ā€œAbrubhor,ā€ he spoke, his voice deeper and much more masculine, ā€œYour corruption stops here.ā€

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Fate, oh what a word that was. How many people always belive in fate. Oh he beloved part of it, they were all destined on the road of fate, however no one has ever said that they could take any turns while on the road. He of course understood this all too well. Of course, his chained puppets were breaking free of their binding..

Despite the corruption being pushed back from the new occupied relic, and the tear in the warp had been closed. Oh,

His mission may have slowly have been failing. The However, the sorcerer chuckled. Ignoring Akio who spoke to him almost as if a worm tried to speak to him he turned to Ean. Even as he showed his his 'fate' and the 'pain' that came with it he chuckled. "Fate? Yes we all have one destined fate. No matter who we are....However that does not mean we can change the wheels of fate. To make thing run in your favor...Fate getting their revenge?...Such a paltry saying...You may have have stalled the uninevetable...However your efforts are...Not enough..."

The ground seemed to rumble as more tears opened up. The warp was not being denied. It could never be denied. "Yes, only the Emperor can contain this now. It is true if I continue this course I shall be destroyed entirley...However I am no fool to stay here...This place has already been claimed by the warp, only a throughout cleansing may purge this area...Enough time to continue with my plans...You may think you are winning however as you can see your efforts are futile...However I belive I have done what I have needed here..."

A tear in reality opened up behind the sorcerer with the legions of Chaos and demonic creatures marching from these tears. "It would be best to retreat...As you say only that man can clense this area at this point...Oh...And speaking of that man he should be coming here soon before we can do much...I shall make my exit...The next time, I promise to enslave the people close to you.." The Sorcerer laughed as he escaped through the tear. Of course the forces of Chaos began to storm the area. The corruption now spreading tenfold.

Demons, Chaos Space Marines, and cultists all surged forward into the area. The area was lost, of course a figures presence was felt. He was on his way already.

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The End of a Battle
Ean, who had never once moved from his seat upon the Cobalt Glaive, gave a soft and sad sigh at the corrupted sorcerer. "Ya know, I thought he was smart enough to understand, but I guess not. In any case, it's time to go. The Space marines and their emperor are on their way, this event will be contained and the chaos won't get any weaker us being here. Emily, Akio, if you can hear me, move out."

And thus things moved as Ean had stated they would. Kath, seeing Akio had broken through the chaos barrier and provided a slip of an escape route, used the remaining burn time of his overdrive to hyperaccelerate and grab each of the IMPs and Plinth herself, and dashed them out of the place towards the Cobalt Glaive, where Franklin and his team were waiting to pull them aboard the Transport Vessel.

In less than two minutes, Plinth, the IMPs, and even Akio in his new dragon form would be evacuated from the cavern. Kath would be laid out on the transport floor while medics did every in their power to stabilize him. The overdrive caused so much strain on his muscles and bones that most of them had been damn near liquified by it.

Akio would have to fly up to the hanger bay and enter that way until he found a way to either separate himself from the artifact, or change his new body down to size. Plinths unique body structure had the medics confused as to what they could do for her, so they applied pain dampers and did their best to make her comfortable.

The Bridge

"Just finished the Headcount ma'am, everyone who's still kicking is onboard." Claimed the Corpsmen through Emily's speaker.

"About damn time too. All engines full throttle, get us off this rock!" She hollered out to the flight crew, who had been waiting for just that order. The Drives spun up, and the Glaive refitted for flight mode. The "arms" turned and came together, forming the blade shape that was the ships namesake, the wings retracted, and the power that had been pouring through them to provide atmospheric lift was diverted to the engines, which went from a blue expulsion to a deep violet eruption of power, as the glaive leaped forward, cutting through the atmosphere and out into the stars.

At last they were free of the planet Terra, and off on their journey.

The setting changes from The Wastelands to Genesis

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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? "

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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.

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"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?"

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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.

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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."