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Genesis

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

Once upon a time, in an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began. There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed. It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made seemingly for your exploration. Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky. How did you get here? Where did you come from? The wind itself awaits your response.

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Once upon a time,
In an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began.
There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed.
It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made for your exploration.

There was, as far as the eye could see to the north, south, and east, nothing but the swaying reeds.
Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky.


How did you get here?
Who are you? Where did you come from?

The wind itself awaits your response.
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Genesis

Once upon a time, in an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began. There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed. It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made seemingly for your exploration. Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky. How did you get here? Where did you come from? The wind itself awaits your response.

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Genesis is a part of Ætherius; Realm of the Spirit.

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Hanako Mayuri [160] A travel with no place in the world to call their own, she searches on and on for something to hold onto.
Alisah [159] Innocent Darkness.....Innocent Evil
The Chronicler [159] "I have been here for a very long time - observing, recording, and contemplating. It is my duty to chronicle all that transpires in Existence. If necessary, I will intervene to preserve it."
Something [156] A small, somewhat round reptilian being with a cheerful, upbeat demeanor.
Gladium Caesaris [156] A former Legate of the Eighth Legion, blessed with immortality.
Charge [156] "Engaging Target"
Ell Vandrudge [156] Growing the greatest entertainment media empire the multiverse has ever seen!
Bear Orona [156] Quiet and Mysterious

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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Huh?
She hurried to her feet, checking for her revolvers. Why that haughty little...

You ain't a part a my crew,
The girl, who was dirtier than she was old, withdrew a gun and aimed it point blank at the face of the charmer.
Where's Port Royal?
She lowered it a hair, realizing he must be lost too,
Did you come on the storm?

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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Silas blinks. "Feisty one, eh? Don't reckon I've seen barkers like them before." Looking around, he blinks, eyes adjusting to the sunlight. "Man, I've been drunk before, but never this drunk." "Crew? Girl, I'm Silas Quinn. Unless you're Mary Reid's Ghost, I think I should be the one asking why I don't remember you either." He snorted. "And there's been no storm lately, not that I can remember." He frowns, rubbing his head. "Can't remember much, truth be told."

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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Genevieve looked to her gun, unsure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

Well I ain't a ghost, surely,
She piped up, squaring her shoulders and the gun. What was more troubling? His lack of memory, or his lack of knowledge on the storm?

N' why should I have cause to remember you? D'you know who you're lookin' at?
No, he probably didn't, but in truth, she had no idea who she was looking at either. But she had a gun!

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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Silas snorted. "Girl, I'm pretty well known around these parts." He frowned for a moment, wondering if he was even still in "these parts." "Well, at anyrate, I'm a big deal. Ask Anyone. Silas Quinn. Respectable Rum Merchant if you dont know me, something a bit less boring if you do." He considers wether he should try to draw his own flintlock, but eyeing the woman, he could see she was used to handling firearms. Best not to spook her.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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Genevieve,
She lowered the gun, recognizing the name. Yes, Silas Quinn. Rum merchant.

She had personally head a raid on one of his ships a year back, pilfering one of the more expensive casks and enjoying it all the way back to their base. The ship was left unharmed, the crew... Well, she wouldn't blame them if they never set foot on a transport vessel again.

Had he heard of her? It could be bad. She could be arrested, caught, out here alo-Wait a minute. Reminded of their apparent seclusion, Genevieve again perked up the gun.

If I lower this y'ain't gonna try anythin' funny, agreed?

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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Silas smiled. At last, getting somewhere. "Genevieve, thats a nice name. French, isnt it? Very nice, the french." The name didn't conjure anything instantly to mind, but he still felt a tad hungover. Regardless, she was clearly a cove of some kind, and one best not to be trifled with. "No funny business, on my honour as a god fearing christian man." He even crossed himself, to be sure. Not that he believed in God or the Devil. But it sometimes impressed people, so why not?

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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She eyed him warily, not buying that cross bit for a second. How many times had she herself used that old line? Still, she lowered the gun, fighting back a blush from the flattery. She was, after all, a lady. He was, despite the circumstance, an attractive man.

Thanks, yeah, French... So...
There were no airships in the sky, no steam or smoke rising from anywhere around. About the only thing worth mentioning besides the sky, the grass, and them was a big mountain lookin' thing in the distance.

I don't s'pose you know a way away from here?

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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Silas looked around, taking in the suprisingly bright and verdant fields. Didn't look like anywhere he was familiar with. Almost reminded him of England, in some ways. "Can't say I do, miss Genevieve." He lowered his hands, relaxing now that she had lowered the gun.

He strained his eyes, to see if there was any sea or coast on the horizon. It didn't look like it. Was he dreaming? He pinched himself, to be sure. Wincing in pain, he concluded this was definitely reality.

"I don't suppose a fine lady such as yourself has any idea where we are to begin with?"

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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Genevieve couldn't help but cringe at miss, her cheeks flustering more so than ever before.

Nowhere, as it looks..
She pointed towards the rock in the distance,
Yonder rock mountain lookin' thing, due west a league 'erhaps.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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Silas looked. "Well, that direction's as good as any other. Maybe we can get some elevation and scope the lie of the landscape?" He began moving immediately in the direction she had pointed out, not waiting for her to catch up. Best to take charge, and seem like he knew what he was doing. Ladies tended to like that. Confidence, that was the secret. Though as for the more pressing concern of figuring out wether he was in trouble or not, well, he was Silas Quinn. Passing up an opportunity to impress a lady, especially an attractive one, even if he was stranded in the middle of nowhere with no clue if he was going to survive the next few days or not, was simply not something he could do, no sir.

"So, Miss, or perhaps Mistress if you prefer, what exactly -is- the last thing you can remember?" He called back, not slowing his pace.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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Genevieve took charge after him. That was her idea, damnit! Stomping through the tall reeds, she managed to catch up faster than expected. The grasses were annoying.

Captain, is preferred,
She flashed a devilish grin.

With a huff, she withdrew a cutlass. Hack! The reeds seemed to whisper as they were felled, voices barely carrying on the wind towards the large rock.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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He smiled. A challenge, perhaps? "Very well, Captain, you lead the way." His eyes flashed with mirth. Every move she made could be made to seem like a victory for him, with the right tone. Let her tire herself out hacking the reeds clear for him. Plus she would begin to grow hot, and sweaty, and frustrated, and his words could slide ever more effortlessly under her armour, so to speak.

"Well, Mistress Captain, Last thing I can remember is consuming far too much of someone's- that is to say, my- whiskey, and passing out in a calm night, probably in a Port Royal boozing den. Not the first time i've woken up in strange lands after a fine night of fun, I can tell you! But, first time I've had a face as lovely as yours to wake up next to, no mistake." He flashed another wicked smile, carefully picking his way through the chopped reeds, following close behind her now.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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She would lead the way! Even if the reeds did make that awful, strange, dying hiss. Why was that?

The sun beat down on her red hair as hard as his words beat down on her nerves. Mistress? Captain. Captain. She said nothing and continued to chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Cho-

Genevieve whirled and held the cutlass up, wagging it as one wags a finger.

Four paces back, thank'er!
For effect, she chopped some more of the grass. A girl had to do what a girl had to do to not get ravaged, after all. Face as lovely as hers, she blushed again, turning to hide the coloring of her cheeks.
I was somewhere horrid,
Chop,
Crawlin' with the dead,
Chop,
Like nothin' I've seen ever,
Chop.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird Character Portrait: Silas Quinn

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Silas fell back, startled at her sudden temper. So, my words do have effect. He contained his desire to rub his hands with glee. Rage was a reaction of one kind, something he could work with. Her blushes, if blushes they were, suggested she was not used to this kind of attention. Interesting.

He barely noticed the strange hissing of the reeds as she cut through them, his thoughts occupied with both how to win this fairfaced and capable woman over, and also with idle thoughts about where exactly he could be, or how to get from here to somewhere more comfortable, preferably with this wench in tow.

"Horrid? Dead, eh? Sounds like you've been hanging out with rough rapscallions alright. I assure you, I am nothing of the sort." He lied boldly. "I've seen some strange sights, Mistress Captain. Dead Men aren't the strangest. Though waking up in a verdant field like nowhere in the West Indies i've ever seen.." He paused, a strange note of doubt entering his tone. It was a very odd place to wake up, indeed.

"We're nearly at the rock there. Strange, I thought a place as lively as this would have more birds. Well, present lovely company excepted, of course." He chuckled.

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Character Portrait: Genevieve Bird

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She halted as he mentioned birds. Come to think of it, there were none. Was this an omen? Her men used to believe in strange omens, and she would scoff at them. However, a storm just deposited her in the middle of a blazing field with a pompous man who seemed intent on finding her fancy despite her lack of fancy!

Not what she would ever have wished to wake up to. Not a place for bird or Bird.

The need to chop had passed, the reeds dying down as they approached the massive rock. Something told her that she would have been better off in the stadium.

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Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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Above the stone crag a bruise of dark sky swells. No rumble of storm but a spreading of a crack in reality through which a geyser of black flows. Wispy solid material like fibrous thundercloud pours into the reality with a thunderous rumble as it widens the aperture in space above the dark crag. A light dawned in the growing thunderhead of threads as Myrkul's vein pushed its first locus across the Way it projected ahead. First to see the light the crag-tip has shockwave seen stampeding dust down then across waves of reeds before the distending of dimensions is heard. As the explosion rides over four quadrant beaks emerge from the gate. Large enough to bite the crag off from creation they sport boulders of flat plates in cyan crystal. After a moment it does not seem to accelerate than rather careen down astride the crag under its own power.

The crack in reality complains with white shots of lightning and plasma as the creature's titanic length continues to rub matter between dimensions. Billowed clouds of shine and energy pour out in a torus as it curls around most of the crag's circumference. There's barely a shake as it impacts the ground softly its opposite end pulling free of the gate which slams shut with another shockwave.

At the base of the mountain faceless humanoids with backpacks clad in all black emerge from between the surface scales. Instances of Jinhai spread out to seek the Living Emperor.

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Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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Among the fields of grain Jinhai extract from an abundance of organic life with the overbeing Myrkul looming impassively. It agreed with the Jinhai that a work field should be created here. Several large cognizance crystals press through its lower mass on the mountain to provide operating capital with which to construct a node of the Way. It would aim to connect the way so others could come but it would have to be the first overbeing for now. The Jinhai were unsure if a node of such scale could be created and it did not do to venture far from the crack in reality through which it entered. Nonetheless for now that they had freedom from the wall of the fallen emperor the demon threat could be dealt with. For mankind, For Netheril! Though now Myrkul wonders if Netheril is of great bond anymore to its servants. They serve the promise they made but no human is left receive its benefit.

Myrkul watched through the gigantic bumps moving hundred-foot scales aside. The crystals were hauled by a mass of Jinhai worms curled about them spinning through the air. Carefully placed on the waves of grass the works set to harvest the abundance of life. Resources of creation were so strong here. One was cut too deep but the second Myrkul's mountainous head turned to send memories that mankind's work not be deprived. The worms rapidly altered their consumption despite some arguments among them. Myrkul would be privy when they returned to the altar. The second growing circle was harvested far less ardently. They may have to be here for a long time it would not do to deplete mankind's home. Each worm returned to the beveled rectangular crystal latching onto it to pour what was once live into raw creation stored in the crystal. Others now busied themselves with manifesting stone on which to build their apparatuses. This doldrum was so large and the wind so idle. They did not need to house against the void so the Jinhai did not. Only a creation of somewhere onto which to build The boxes inside the fallen emperor's necropolis were curious things to build but it wondered if they were suited here. Dim memories mankind on grass near such things in times past told Myrkul it was right.

Plain cubes of stone cut out of the mountain served as construction surfaces as Jinhai Manifested large hexagonal stone plates. The Jinhai had little impulse of decorative value to them. Much of what resources Myrkul brought with it was rare material. Volume of real mass was scarce as passing Myrkul through the tear a great deal had to be stored away. Other overbeings would watch over it while Myrkul ventured away. Instead it tallied the harvest of organics and stone as Jinhai returned to the Altar for rare metals and became the latest consistency of Jinhai. Myrkul could subsist here quite well. Though it wasn't sure from whence demons would come it first needed infrastructure to defend with.

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Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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Jinhai returning to Myrkul's Altar to gather more resources updated the Title of Jinhai written there. The motes pouring back into the altar to take their place among the vast number forming the giant worm that looked on. As motes poured out of the Altar of Myrkul around titles that left they brought with then the new continuities. The individual titles had their quirks now that they'd had exposure to mankind but Myrkul saw no reason to stifle them.

This place so reminded Myrkul of the home of Mankind before the fall of the Altar of Karsus but no Jinhai wandering out among the grass found any trace of life here. Just an endless plain of resources like some altar of a size it found difficult to write onto its mind. Still despite the abundance it reasoned defiling this place into the dusty barrens after Karsus would disgrace the fallen emperor. It etched the idea onto the title of Jinhai that served its creative needs. Jinhai that collate memories of consumption to expand their gathering then arrived with complaints of the vast overuse in construction with this place devoid of the storm. Perhaps they were right the large hexagonal plates forming the foundations of their constructions were huge things meant to survive in Netheril's ranging energy well all Altars of Hairworm were charged with defending. Perhaps smaller things like the ones the Jinhai saw around Carnaelgaar. Little wispy things made of dead food to keep out the light patter of grass.

It forced out a man-sized creature of war the Wen hardly used in several of the storm's lengthy tides. It took a moment for the continuity to remember how to stabilize itself. The simple creature just wanted to pet the food-house in some distant human memory of fragile beings. The simplistic creature without an Altar of a Man to drive a continuity to rage keened loud enough for Myrkul's primary sense to hear when badly made grass walls fell over. The Jinhai experimented with the idea of food houses. Myrkul's mouth vanes thundercracked from the sky in amusement.

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Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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Time flowed strangely here in this distant byproduct of some intelligent mind. Now the region controlled by Myrkul grew high and well pocked by thin weblike columns of ferroplasm as Jinhai rose tangents of Myrkul. Roads were set above the grass as the Jinhai treated all things claimed for mankind with great care. They weaved into the horizon great roads of organic matter heading toward Myrkul in large bales. Wen grew large as they aged to maturity hulking creatures of physical strength two men high. Their muscular armored arms things of living fibers and Psistone over plasteel armor. Behind them dragged trains of wheat over the elevated roads of dusty platinum colored metal like webs of wrought iron. The curved portions for dragging had a thin layer of psistone over the top. As Wen dragged past the headless tangents surrounded by Jinhai the frosty receptacles slowly grew the crystal networks defining their role.

The buildings closer to Myrkul were of different purpose. They stockpiled large cognizance crystals in many of the hexagonal silos and while they built ornate stairways up the flat sides the floating worms did not use them. There was even a large black building much akin to human make. Though the inside of of the building showed their inexperience with human comforts as the stone and metal furniture lacked padding entirely.

Tirelessly they toiled to build up resources for a larger Waygate as the pulse of the Living Emperor washed over the distant plane of Genesis. Even though the creatures were written without strength of emotions for good or ill the whole of Myrkul's Vein turned to look as the wave of grain washed through constructions and around the smoked crystal mountain around which Myrkul loomed high. The ground shook as Myrkul shifted its weight to look into the distance and howled to the emperor. It alone could appreciate the distance from purpose created by the Warp found in its way. Wen patrolled the other side of the crack in reality and did so quite well. Errant demonkind that dared to wander this far found themselves woefully overwhelmed. They ensured the demons did not return to bring war to Myrkul's doorstep.

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Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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As Jinhai returned with firsthand knowledge of the Living Emperor after his rebirth new constructions went underway. In various levels of distinctiveness as they learned new things about their environs Jinhai now numbered in the hundreds in genesis. As an Overmind Myrkul busied itself with securing its immediate borders with the addition of nondistinction arrays. Darting crystals poured raw white noise into the immediate confines of the tear. Even the Jinhai could not pass through without isolating themselves inside particular Wen marked with the largesse of its key pattern. Animals of the Warp sometimes passed through drawn by Genesis' healthy glow now laid as helpless carcasses as their minds were filled with signals from billions of motes dedicated to disrupting the self. Only amorphous creatures able to take the sheer destructive volume from the dilution of self could enter where even the Jinhai found it hazardous. On that blasted smoky crystal where Myrkul coiled was an expanding network of psimass threads along arches above their expanding black roads of wrought ferroplasm.

Ascended hairworm cared not for habitation and built no such amenities. Their careful expansion not to diminish Genesis was a thing nested thinly concentrated high in hexes all leaned into the sun that they would never bring more shadow to the grass below than the spot upon which they were built. These spires close to Myrkul first built infrastructure for they had little here yet but one was a threaded spire that glittered with cognizance crystals along thick energized patterns. As the demand of energy increased they could no longer ferry crystals manually through Jinhai they had to conduct directly through the way. Thus a cognizance spire was built gleaming twisted strands of psimass connecting to the giant well inside Myrkul and the Altar. Jinhai continuously flowed around its confines to balance and to ensure the array was well-maintained. Now that they had defense on both sides of the tear into the Warp they could light the Psi-beacon.

Thoughts, words, a pale power inside the beacon shaped and directed by meditating Jinhai immersed in the machine. Devoid of emotive force it pushed up at the leaning skyscraper. Myrkul's well hadn't the raw power of the Immaterium but to those allowed to touch the new white dwarf in their sky didn't find madness whispered into the mind. Merely a mild apathy. When the cognizance injector lit the grass with its riotous viridian color all psykers on the same planet of the Terra Waygate could feel it burn. Myrkul's source alit on Terra but it only responded to the Emperor of Mankind as the nonsapient mote-mind bonded to psimass that composed all their 'machines' waited quietly for holy word from His intellect.

Demonkind might see it as a power like itself that lit from Terra conducted across the Way as it was. The Emperor would most certainly might recognize the viscid movement of that cloying power only hurried by the truly strong. Myrkul only allowed the well to drain so far but its reserves were deep enough to draw.

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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Myrkul considered its new information. So this Deiyi was of the will that produced the first Altar. That made it an ally of the fallen Emperor. So be it. Myrkul's Vein took time to understand the Altar after its creation in its own plane to produce many others not yet as capable as its own for smaller Ascendant like itself. They protected their home plane from Demonkind that had not the foothold here as the information it had acquired from imperial forces. However the Emperor of Mankind also lacked a foothold in creation. All of these things it could tend to in time but the first commonality among them was that the creatures it depersonalized from passing the unbound gate upon the precipice far below were perhaps not Demonkind in origin. Though it was sure they were animals of some stripe. So upon what blasted plane were the Wen guarding if not the Warp described by imperial lore? Was it not described as a thing of swirling fluid and energy populated by periodic hostility from deeper threats?

If there was no eternal enemy of scale on its doorstep Myrkul decided to dispatch the Wen far more liberally. Some were sent onto Terra to defend against the known threat of Umbralkind. Several dozen raced back through precipice and down the mountain in a rumbling pack to varying destinations along the Way. A number of others left to the psi-forge in the wastelands. The remainder dispatched with Jinhai as scouts beyond the precipice to discern what lies there. Myrkul still defended the precipice but its expectations of a titanic army of demonkind assaulting its position appeared far above what is. hundreds yet remained on its doorstep to defend against the unknown animals on the other side of the precipice. Jinhai carefully repersonalized a creature captured from Myrkul's side of the precipice to inspect its habits. They would empower it to fly itself home.

There were a number of such links here reported thinly by Jinhai that could be of use. These nonphysical planes were tightly linked to others of their kind. Such expansive places could form a good home for the imperial forces as well as Demonkind. Myrkul aimed to get there first to construct a bulwark. The lack of a Warp as described in Lore changed the solutions available to Myrkul's Vein as well as its problems. Myrkul's quadrant-vaned maw opened the tentacles on each tip fly backward with sparks of charging energy. The overbeing could not wait for its sub-beings to return the new changes were too important. A thunderous grinding peal sounded across the Force and psychic planes like an avalanche of glass with a new codex for its sub-beings.

Only those minds that heard and stayed to listen at the strange oncoming tide of broken windows would be hit by the gale of it. Though perhaps only force users and psykers alike could hope to pick up the 'sound'. Shards of thoughtforms that fit into existing layers of thought would make little sense to those not of the Myrkul's Vein commonality. Those strong unintegrated minds capable of puzzling fragmentary mental pieces together in large might make some of its contents clear. Also that this knowledge wasn't said for their ears.

"Explore, for the Altar is improperly informed. Associate with the unknown. The Warp is not. A hidden enemy remains. Prepare. I loose the Wen. Armor Mankind for what comes."

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ifrit Atundai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein
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Those creatures of Myrkul's Vein, in their own right existing in a plane separate from reality, would feel as though an intrusion even into their space was being made. It was not as though their existence was being accessed, but as though a new existence was forcing it's way into the world, and bleeding into their plane of existence. An infinite number of psionic entities, similar to those of the vein itself, found their way into that reality and would begin consuming the denizens, jin and otherwise. They swarmed like locusts, consuming the psychic entities that dwelt in the vein and voraciously draining it of power. Never before had Myrkul's vein been invaded in such a way, and in this instance that it had, it might very well be destroyed if not halted.

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ifrit Atundai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein

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As the motes of jinhai rushed to escape, the many rushed after them, and in so doing forced their way into genesis. Not enough of them made it through to be a threat, and those that did quickly withered and died, unanchored to the plane as it were.

But enough of the made it through for Ifrit to see what lay beyond, and for him to speak.

"You will not escape, no matter what plane you run to. All shall be brought to order. All reality shall be controlled."

The voice did not carry the force it had in the material plane, for it was as though it was shouted across a vast distance. Ifrit was now aware of the true nature of the creatures he had encountered, and as he had with countless other universes and life forms, this one would also be ordered.

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Ifrit Atundai Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein
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Myrkul responded coldly at the tear pouring out dying unbound motes. A firm voice of an overbeing capable of withstanding the shout of Ifrit, "It remains to be seen. What you destroy can be rekindled. Your unbound parasites will be studied. The Living Emperor will not fail Mankind."

Jinhai braced against the nondistinction field unbound motes passing through the nondistinction field falling inert behind them. Myrkul itself could divide its attention as would a diety but cared not to rule mankind. That was not its purpose. The huge creature called upward with a deafening cry to the crack into its reality and summon other lesser overbeings. It would need reinforcements. Myrkul reached up shuddering the ground in Genesis in anticipation of the strain it was about to put on reality. Thunderous bolts of planar and electrical energy bled into Genesis as Myrkul cleared the way for lessers of its kind to arrive.

Responses rumble from the crack into the storm as other overbeings push their way across the gap. This was no time to wait for the Living Emperor to give permission for such entry into the reality under His charge. Myrkul would use its power to ensure reality would not fall. Content to ignore Ifrit at first that it did not harm humanity the deaths on terra made Myrkul name Ifrit a 'thing that should not be'. Its forgiveness would not come easily. Still, in respect for the Aetherkind Deiyi having a hand of raising a destructive creature such as itself to duties of creation in honor of the Fallen Emperor it must consider redemption.

It considered a the new 10m foundation being built by Jinhai surrounding the precipice. Its subbeings began to build the first building aimed to further the plane's own energies for purposes of destruction. The overbeing had good authority to ken that it was the first such thing Genesis had ever known. Clung to the storm their birthplace a storm of death and destruction a small part of Myrkul's awareness was sad.

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Character Portrait: Deiyi Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Myrkul's Vein Character Portrait: Adolefactus myrkul
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From whence all sub-beings come - Within the Altar of Myrkul's Vein

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Well above the ground of the Aetherius transitive plane named Genesis a gigantic creature loomed high over a growing field of skyscrapers planted into the earth. A thin hairy carpet of Cognizance spires that forms the backbone of their renewable collection of this plane's resources. Expansion had the need of creation however and to that end Myrkul had brought its own force of creation. This place was known to Jinhai as the Altar of Myrkul's Vein named by Humankind long passed the shards of its creation delivered by a being known as Deiyi. Those shards a thing carefully organized and welded by the force of an overbeing's will to organize its mental forces against the black storm. In time what then was a small red dias became the housing and forge for a hundred thousand Psi-Seeds. A purpose writ in the Fallen Emperor's dictum then altered the purpose of that mechanism of creation. They would save mankind from the indignities of Aetherkind that the kingdom of Mankind could not be felled by the actions of a diety.

Then a crack in the black storm formed a natural thread through the planes to mountainous foci upon which the force of creation held it steady. They'd spread out from the precipice into Genesis then met another worthy of being the Emperor of Mankind. Slowly their limited inroads to the plane expanded as they moved from world to world seeking Mankind to protect as was Dicta. They died, as Humankind did at the will of Aetherkind, but some were saved. Rekindled, with the broken parts of comrades fully destroyed.

Upon the platinum-iridium alloy wreathed with psimass bonded to human blood a single creature raised its hands focusing on the task at hand. Spires alit next to him as the cognizance channels slammed their energies into the altar. The channels were now open and the brazier that could sustain a soul were lit. Firm ferroplasm bones on every surface threw light from the charge as more color directed in from genesis streamed in through entrance apertures. Each an active Way gate to lesser overbeings than Myrkul spreading more constructions across the infinity that is Genesis.

ImageJinhai busily carried sources of the rekindled as they arrived to Myrkul in their own time. Some had been lost before they could build more receptacles in the halls for them as distinct from psi-seeds as they were. Adolefactus looked on to ranks of cloaked figures of Jinhai carrying the brightly burning lamps closer.

The white-eyed Adolefactus' protective robe loosed its tethers on the flowing blood carpet to which harsh mouthless voice elated at the new task, "Come brothers! How interesting to see you all bearing gifts! Today not only the Mada will bear new life. Or old life, I suppose, We'll see, hmmm? Let us see if we can return a few fallen to the Living Emperor."

Jinhai wasn't as much one for conversation a creature of order and habit that they were, "There are few. We have not yet begun rekindling after the current catastrophe for mankind."

Another Jinhai with a blue burning receptacle added, "Several thousand more receptacles may be required. The event is sizable but the Living Emperor is attending to the disaster."

Adolefactus shrugged in a gleeful tone,"I'll never be bored again at least! I wonder if these Rekindled are strong enough to survive the procedure. I suppose I may lose a few but nothing lost they hadn't already."

Pointing to rapid but flat swirl of blue-sparkling motes and distended space just ahead of the altar he added, Attend them to the Locus and let's get to work, shall we?"

Jinhai poured into the air from faceless robed men like the staff-bearing statue of the Fallen Emperor behind the altar to huge floating segmented worms. Glowing grey thunderstorms of psionic activity roiled across each surface and in one of the quadrant-vaned mouths at each end is clung a source of the Rekindled. Each unique to the individual but most bearing the Symbol of the Imperium on them as the imperial guards of the first attack were rekindled in host. The Jinhai didn't know who they were but diligently moved them in procession. Their other ends clasped together a ring of conductive order between each source. A frame upon which each man would be born anew.

The locus swirled with activity as Adolefactus raised both hands together blowing life into the malestrom focus. A fell wind of psimass bonded to the flesh that makes the living be raises in a swirl of Ichor. The speed of it hurling fast as the ring of Jinhai and souls turns faster. As those white eyes closed Adolefactus was witness to the storm of men that once were. Even the scribe of all beings found it difficult to hear every instrument in the orchestra of memories he could keep every symphony to itself. Every eddy and current in the fleshy potential of the Maelstrom locus finding its own design. Wisps of what became flesh and even metal returned to the design each rekindled remembered of their death. Organs re-writ, implants reborn, nothing left behind but shrapnel and detritus the soul refused to regard as its own. Each of the 11 bodies returned to wholeness the bonded fleshy psimass forming the memory of a healthy moment just before that ignanamous moment that destroyed them. In time the whirlwind was just a wisp as it spun pouring itself out in Humankind. The bodies ejected from a red gout in each Jinhai whom then stopped to reform into humanoid bodies. An inert source of the Rekindled in the hand of each.

At least Adolefactus was fairly sure they were all Humankind. The lines between symphonies seemed somehow different. There were a few Rekindled that sang at different timbres than the chorus of the Imperium. Jinhai slowed as the bodies turned hardened seared raw matter into the re-ignition of will. There was always a risk that the Rekindled would crumple under the strain and the source extinguish but he was fairly sure at least the harsh grey fireballs of sources emblazoned with knightly imagery would persist handily. They'd find themselves on an impossibly smooth floor a fresco above them lit with a skyline of the floating cities of Netheril that once were. Hooded Jinhai looking down upon them.