The Final Call: Prelogue

Markus Vekar sat in his unit, attending his duties as he does every day. His eyes were blackened from his lack of sleep, afraid to dream. Recently each time he shut his eyes he was approached by four figures each terrifying, chilling but the sheer aura of power they exuded was immense. He knew such force can exist from one of two things. The Light of the Emperor or the darker powers of Chaos. However he knew what they were, he knew their names, he knew they needed him. Perhaps he should give in to temptation. He shook his head dropping his various pieces of parchment and moved back from his desk quickly going to the make shift shrine of the Emperor. He knew it wasn't much but this was all he had to ward off evil. It was covered in small effigies on the Emperor kindly carved by his friend Crais. He was talented until his untimely death two years ago. Please God-Emperor hear my call, I seek your protection from the darkness. They tempt me to fall to them but I shall not as long as thy light guides me to my purpose. I pray to thee, save me God-Emperor, save me from what wants me.
Markus stood up smiling knowing his prayer was enough. After all the Emperor protected and he would protect him now. Only then did he hear the chilling voice from his dreams. "My Dear Markus your prayer is too late. Your destiny is here."
As Markus backed up shaking he felt an intense pressure striking into his mind crippling him as he back away seeking an object to hold on to. It was then the door to his unit was blasted open and a figure, dressed in sacred robes, ornate and ancient armour and bearing the sign of the Inquisition he knew his fate.
"Markus Vekar you have brought taint to this planet allowing Daemons to enter your mind. This led to the death of 17 people all of which you knew. For this crime of Heresy and communing with the unholy powers you are sentenced to death." Markus trembled as he felt a warm fluid go down his legs unable to control himself like a mere new born babe. He tried to speak but could not find them, tears streaming down his eyes. He felt time slow as the Inquisitor unholstered his pistol, aimed it at his chest and unloading a single shot smashing him through the glass, sending him to his death. "His Will be Done," Was the final words he heard from the cold individual. Markus felt his world fading, his life meaning nothing as his God-Emperor betrayed him in his hour of need. What God would do this to a devotee...his mind wondered. "A God who merely tricks followers Markus."

Markus opened his eyes seeing he was in mid air frozen. The world around him stuck in time. He quickly craned his neck at last finding the cause of this. A large armoured figure atop a 6 legged beast of hell. Across his back a sword that was vicious in appearance and large in proportion to the owner. His armour twisted and deformed but resembled that of a noble Astartes. One of the four from his dreams. Somehow he knew his name. The name of such a Daemon. It fitted him as it was his purpose before his current fate. "War...your name is War..." It was then a chuckle came from the dark being.
"Correct and we have much to discuss Markus Vekar or would you prefer the name Kaos." As he looked on he was unsure what to do. Markus gulped preparing for the worst.

Pretty cool Meph. Sounds like something funky's coming. Get rid of the co;loured text though. Makes it kinda hard to read. Still sounds neat. I will be following this closely i think.

Markus struggled trying to escape this odd grip. How was he being held up like this, it defied all logic, even psykers exerted an odd presence when they held something like this. He looked down seeing War merely watch in amusement. Despite how terrifying this being is he made Markus feel calm. If he truly was evil why had he not killed him. Why had he not spoke some dark foul tongue. "Markus you should stop making a fool of yourself. Being the very incarnation of Kaos is hardly fitting." Markus was shocked at how calm and casual this Daemon was. "What do you want Daemon? I follow the God Emperor, he shall protect me." War laughed as he jumped down from his steed and walked beneath Markus and looked up. "If that hole in your chest is anything to judge by I say he long left you." Markus gasped at how disrespectful he was but he could not feel he was right. "He is no more of a God than you or I..." "Quiet hold your tongue he is a God, he is!!! He shall crush you with his rage and save me from this fate!!" Markus barked half way through War's sentence hoping that this would redeem him. Again War shook his head and began to walk in a circle. "Your beliefs are pointless Markus. The Emperor used us all." Suddenly Markus had a realisation. "You called him the Emperor, not the False Emperor....why?" War shrugged and looking sternly at Markus. "He was a great being and yes used many of us however I am not some mindless fool to be swayed. I may use the powers of Chaos but I respect the Emperor for what he tried to do. Sadly he used too many to do so and that is why I am here for you Markus." Markus gulped at last feeling he is to hear an answer he did not wish to hear. The reason the Inquisitor had done what he done. Why he accused him of such dark crimes. "You are a scion, the descendant of one of the original Horsemen. Namely the one that brought several systems to their knees with only the Grey Knights stopping him. His name is Kaos."

Markus was dumb struck by what he heard. How could one descend from a Daemon.....how could he be the cause of pain...why was his family not killed earlier....how could he be a being of unquestionable force. He had only documented information found in this system, he was not some powerful soldier. Neither was he a dormant psyker. Why did it have to be him. Why did HE have to be this beast. So many questions.....but how could he...."Kaos was an entity not a Daemon Markus. However being an entity of the warp he could be bound in the manner of the Daemons. Before his sealing he removed his essence from his body and searched for a host. He found one in the form of your ancestors." War looked up seeming more reasonable by the minute. "Why? Why were we chosen?" Markus asked. War looked back and gave him a truthful answer. "He knew your family was of no true purpose only to exist. He needed time for his four Lieutenants, The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, to find new forms. As you can guess we returned and have spent many years seeking our Commander and Lord. We found his body but we were missing his very essence. If we were to release him he be a mindless beast." War took a breathe showing he was still mortal to some degree. Markus despite knowing he should murmur prayers to the Emperor and pray this was a dream but each word he heard he felt in his gut it was true. "So why am I.....frozen in time..." Markus looked down hoping to get an answer. "I froze time due to our Lord's wishes. We have to let you choose whether you wish to die or become what you are meant to be, pure Kaos." Markus looked on seeing the truth in the body language of War. He did not flinch, he did not show any signs of lies. Why would a Daemon not try to trick him with power or show him a paradise he could not refuse. Why did he admit he admired the Emperor...."but know this Markus, once you accept this mantle there is no turning back to a mortal shell. We are the bringers of the end, the Heralds of the Final Days, the Horsemen of the Apocalypse!!" and with that sentence Markus at last accepted his calling. To become what he was, to become a being of untold power. A name that struck fear into the hearts of the living.

"Then I take that mantle War, I accept my destiny. I shall become Kaos." War laughed as he remounted and raised his sword into the air. Time began to flow again Markus felt gravity gripping him knowing he would serve a true purpose. "I neglected to mention Markus for your birth this world must die..." It was at that final moment Markus wish he never accepted. War was truthful, and to a degree noble but his intellect led Markus to the end of existence of all those whom he loved and cared for but War uttered one last thing before he faded completely. "Including your own." Markus wept tears of sorrow and pain knowing he had given into desire to be something. To live but he should have known from the start War did not want Markus Vekar the documentist, he wanted Kaos the dark power within him. He let out a single small prayer as he fell. God-Emperor forgive my sins and save my home's souls from the darkness. As his body struck the ground a surge of energy overcame him as the blood from his wounds began to spiral outwards forming a design he could not see. He felt the very ground beneath him warp and tear away as he accepted his fate. A beam of light burst forth from his body as it expanded at a rate no one could calculate. The Inquisitor turned to see what was disrupting his powers only to be vaporised into nothing. The citizens within the hive screamed, many killing themselves by shooting themselves or jumping out of buildings. Guards fired their weapons at the wave of energy hoping to some how break it but it was for nothing. the wave continued to kill, eating the life force of those who had fallen. In the space of minutes the world was consumed leaving it barren. On top of a hill looking down to where the destruction begun were 4 figures of steeds. One gaunt but beautiful to look at, another a being covered in pustules, ichors oozing out of wounds as flies formed around him, the third was a hooded figure carrying a scythe seeming to be emotionless and the last was the mastermind of this event. They rode down to the former city as they approached a figure glided across the ground his body held together by human bone and sinew. They all lowered their heads in one motion. "I have returned. Kaos shall reign supreme!!!"

Very cool Mephaine. Would like to hear more. Is that the end or just the beginning? Or even the beginning of the end?

In honesty it is the beginning of the end of a system. Yeah the scene where Kaos comes into reality is doomsday for a planet.

Interlude:

Each disciple prayed. Each one giving his life to the Demi-God that lied beneath the sand. Countless had died from hunger, starvation. However those who survive the trial become High Priests though those were few and far between as many had gone mad by being blessed by the power of their Demi-God. These people are his followers, they are his disciple, they all shall pay the price to bring him forth. The hooded figured murmured to himself as he watched on. High Priest Garro, a name of irony to him due to the knowledge granted to him about a man once named Garro, was doing the opposite of his predessor. He intended to unleash Hell not stop it. He began to move down from the over looking alter passing the countless charred remains of followers. After 200 years of countless prayers they had removed all but the final seals of their Lord's resting place. He looked at the tome he kept close, knowledge contained by an admirable if not misguided group. He only wished they would aid his master then this would be far easier. It was then a high pitched nasaly voice came yelling as the young acolate stumbled. "High Priest Garro, High Priest Garro I have great news." Garro let out a sigh as he turned to him his hand on the hilt of his blade. "This best be good news and worth while, last time one of you younglings gave me news it was to tell me you heard his voice. I pray you do not join his fate." The young man bowed down his head low showing great respect. "High Priest, the Four contaced our psykers only a short time ago....they found him High Priest, they have found Kaos and they are coming here now!!!" Garro's eyes widened as he let out a laugh. It showed how joyous it was as he was known as stern and to have a bitter demeaner. To hear him laugh was a rare event. He made his way over to the seal quickly. "My Brothers, our Lord has returned, Kaos is coming!!" A loud cheer from the crowd was given as a responce. "Spread the word to all those who follow Kaos, for within the week our Lord shall return. Gather your families, gather your friends, hell gather those you despise for we remove the final seals and then our time of glory shall come!!!" Again the crowd cheered as large amounts of them ran heading to the transports they owned to gather those they were able to. Garro was elated for he was to be the High Priest to awaken the great Kaos. This was to be his finest hour.

Sounding pretty cool meph. Hope there's more coming.

Just finished looking through what's there so far. Congratulations meph, this is looking like it's shaping up to be something special. Definatley keeping an eye on this one.

A few minor issues with grammar but nothing serious, though I would suggest putting the dialogue on a new line everytime there's a new speaker, e.g.

"Why? Why were we chosen?" Markus asked.

War looked back and gave him a truthful answer. "He knew your family was of no true purpose only to exist. He needed time for his four Lieutenants, The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, to find new forms. As you can guess we returned and have spent many years seeking our Commander and Lord. We found his body but we were missing his very essence. If we were to release him he be a mindless beast."

Anyway, just a minor point to think about. Great work, and keep it coming!

The Final Call: Famine's Past

As various servants moved like insects scurrying over a carcass, High Priest Garro barked and yelled out orders. He was in no mood for these worms to ruin his moment of glory. As he headed to where according to the psykers the tear in the warp would form and at last his Lord Kaos would emerge with his 4 loyal lieutenants to at last reclaim his physical form a servant tripped in front of him and dropped a pot filled with a scented liquid over his robes. The servant began to shake and started rambling various excuses. Garro snarled and cut the servant's head off with one swift and deadly movement of the blade he had at his side. He walked on not stopping. "Someone fetch me new robes, this day shall not be ruined due to idiots." As he marched on he seen a worshipper praying at the side. He was a young boy perhaps only 10 as Garro grabbed his throat and lifted him clean off the ground, fear striking the heart of the child. "You shall serve as the incense bearer. I advise you pick up your new duties swiftly boy." As he threw the child to the ground the boy scrambled away crying. Not out of fear but joy as he would have a purpose in Kaos' ceremony. Garro continued his march, other servants appearing with his new robes, quickly removing his old one and putting his new one on as he moved. No one would stop him. He began to walk up the steps to the newly erected alter which would serve as a preaching ground marking where the great Kaos returned. However Garro was not the first there. A man who appeared no older than 20 stood there, his face gaunt, his hair pure white, his eyes ice blue and all around him servants who were cleaning the alter holding their stomachs as they seemed to suffer from hunger. Garro snapped his fingers as they servants staggered away trying to stay steady from the lack of food. The figure turned to face Garro smiling as he swept his arm. "Impressive stage Garro, I am sure Kaos will be proud." Garro let out a smirk and shook his head. "Only you Famine could see this as a stage."

Famine let out a slight shrug as Garro approached him, the only known living mortal who could with stand his aura. Famine let out a sigh and looked at the recently erected obelisks all to release Kaos' true form. "I know it is not much but it is the best I can do." Garro answered before the question was asked. Famine nodded as he looked on at the horde of servants preping the area. His face not changed since he arrived. "So War is not here first for once. It is nice to commune with the only human of the Horseman." Garro remarked. Famine smiled at the compliment. "Ah yes that damm War, beloved first of Kaos. Always steals my glory. Still I insisted on riding ahead. After all I am far easier to talk to." Garro gave a quick nod and replied, "Yes you are. So I assume Kaos is close?" Famine scratched his chin as he fixed his cloak as was one of his few flaws. Always to look perfect to some degree. "He shall arrive tomorrow, roughly when the sun rises. The ritual shall then be finished by sunset. Apparently releasing his body must be within the time fram it was sealed." Famine answered. Garro looked at the book, now chained over his shoulder so no one can take it with ease. He began to wander within his mind wondering what rewards he will recieve, shall he become the Archprelate of Kaos. Famine quickly broke off his line of thought, "Has any other risen to High Priest?" Garro shook his head and let a sly smile out. "As if anyone would want to be while I am." They both shared a common laugh as Servants bowed and moved out their way as they began to head to where Kaos rested. Garro was eager to hear what speech Famine was going to give to the followers.

Pretty cool. Like the way famine makes himself known. Wonder how the others do it? Keep it coming.

Nice to see the horsemen with a good personality and character, rather than just mindless beasts keep it up!

Famine marched down standing tall and resplendant. Each of the servants lowered their heads, slowly going lower intoa bow. Finally onto their knees holding their stomachs feeling the hunger that was gifted to them by Famine. He was slightly annoyed that High Priest Garro could stand next to him, shoulder to shoulder unphased by his aura. His mind drifted backwards as he continued to approach the circle. There a stand was set for him. Made of a perfect cut of light cream marble, edged with golden sides. He knew that these people wanted a great speech about Kaos and what their leader was like. He knew of one story. One that would motivate them however at the same time show them what they may need to give for Kaos. He slowly climbed the steps to the top of the stand as Garro took his place at the bottom, holding his sword in a sign of respect. Quickly hush took over the crowd awaiting for Famine's speech. "Faithful followers of Kaos listen to me. Our Lord has returned as many of you heard. However I am here today to tell you of the glory that awaits you all with a tale. A tale of glory, sacrifice, betrayl and one that may shock you love." The crowd quietly whispered at the thought of such a story. Most of them wondering why did he mention love. He assumed not many of them expect such a thing from him. "I know, this story shall shock you but once you see what the reward was you shall agree it was worth it." Once again hush descended across the crowd as they listened. "This faithful followers of Kaos is my story."

Inquisitor Sirhc stood tall and resolute on the bridge of The Blade of Reason. It had been many weeks since he left the Sol System with his orders. With a Hive Fleet deeply penetrating a Northern Sector of space making quick work. He was sent to eradicate several systems forming a break meaning the Hive may stall for lack of feeding grounds. Still he did not enjoy this however he knew his duty was of a higher calling. "Captain inform me when we reach the system. I shall be resting in my quarters." The Captain gave a nod as Malir left marching at a reasonable pace. He needed to sleep, his mind was washed with too many emotions. He was still not use to such duties. Exterminatus..... he went through in his head. If the world was filled with heretics he would rest easily but the innocent followers of the Emperor....he felt something was wrong with this. He made his way through the varying corridors passing men priming their weapons while making sure their biohazard gear was set. After 12 hours the virus would have run its course and it be safe to enter the planet with biohazard equipment to make sure they planet was wiped of all life. He let out a silent sigh knowing this was for the best. He accessed to the elevator system. "Inquisitor Sirhc's quarters." The elevator quickly sprung into life as it soared upwards. He enjoyed the comfort of being alone though part of his mind wandered to the planet he was to destroy. Kit was there.....she meant everything. He knew as an Inquisitor he should not feel such things but when he was stationed there as a young Guardsman and fell heads over heels in love with her. He remembered they day they.....Suddenly alarm bells rang. "Brace for Impact!!!" The Captain yelled over the system. Sirhc looked around as the ship began to rock beneathhim. The elevator stopped. Sirhc tried to pry open the door when the floor beneath his feet left. He was thrown into the air, the ship hit full on the side by a large object. As Sirhc's head crashed against the wall his vision darkened as he heard the alarm bells change to a biohazard alert. The last word's he heard, "Biohazard warning!!!! The meteor breached our side, the virus is leaking into other compartments. Head to all safe points. I repeat biohazard warning, head to safe points." Sirhc blacked out with that.

Very cool meph. Like the slip to famine's past. Could do this with each of the horsemen. Doesnt look good for Sirhc though.

I like! Keep it going. I think the more we learn about the horsemen the even more interesting this will get.

Sirhc wearily opened his eyes. He was unsure how long he had been out for. His memory was blurry but enough to remember something had rocked the ship hard. He sat up, slowly gaining his bearings realising he was no longer in the elevator but a medicae unit. A medic hovered over him keep track of his vitals. He was so lost in his work he had not noticed the Inquisitor sitting up. Sirhc let a slight cough to break the medic's concentration. "Inquisitor, I am sorry. I did not mean to ignore you." Sirhc let out a nod showing he was fine with the medic's concern. "What happened? All I remember is the alarm bells ringing." The medic quickly moved and activated a projector showing a projection of the ship. "A meteor struck us sir. It hit our side, breaching a large area of the ship namely the virus containers." The hologram changed areas blacking out while others turning red. "The blacked out areas are sections we have lost since the impact. The red is where the virus is spreading to. Even following standard protocol the virus is learning and seeks alternative routes. We have been forced to cut ventilation systems in order to prevent its spread. Most areas are on back up life support." the medic said. Sirhc got out of his crib and looked at the ship. He began to calculate their chances of survival. "Any word from the Captain?" The medic shook his head regretfully. "We are guessing the virus has spread to the bridge. It is doing as predicted. It is a simple virus causing the body to overheat till it self combusts turning the body to ash leaving no salvageable material. A perfect anti Tyranid weapon Inquisitor." Sirhc gulped as he seen yellow sector light up as well as green. "The yellow is areas believed to be infected, green is safe zones, mainly cryogenic chambers. We estimate 1000 men are safe however as you can see our pocket is in the yellow zone. I am unsure how long we shall last." Sirhc patted the medic on the shoulder. "Head to one of the safe zones lad, you earned your place." The medic nodded as he made his way asking one last question. "What of you Inquisitor?" Sirhc look back and smiled. "I have my own duty lad." With that Sirhc left the room and began the long march. He needed to reach the bridge.

After several hours following the planned route he placed into an auspex he was grateful things had went so smoothly. It was as though he had the Emperor was blessing him with this mission. As he followed the path his auspex began to register life forms. He held the auspex in place as he drew his bolt pistol from its holster aiming it down the corridor. What could possibly live with this virus? He held his ground as he levelled his gun roughly gauging it at his shoulder height. He breathed slowly trying to not cause the gun to move too much. As he waited the blips moved closer passing through each corridor, coming closer to him. He readied himself relying on his training to know when to pull the trigger. After 10 seconds he dived to his right and unleashed two rounds in a quick double tap move. The first thing was caught full on as it reached the corner being blown to pieces by the high explosive rounds. Sirhc quickly dropped his pistol and focused his energies into a quick bolt of energy striking the second clean through the chest leaving it for dead. He let out a breath as he picked his pistol up and holstered it. He moved along his auspex showing the area was clear. He quickly fixed his uniform finding it too ruffled. As he moved on he looked at his two foes. His eyes widened in horror. It was two of the crew, their bodies burned by some unknown source however he knew what it was. He quickly found a bulkhead control panel as he entered in his command codes sealing off the corridor but he knew it was too late. Most likely he would have been infected. The virus soon take hold of him. After getting so far one small skirmish is going to lead to his death. This was no way for him to die. He quickly entered the computer system searching for all possible quarantine zones. After several minutes he found one neat by. It was 3 levels down however according to the data log it held several anti-viruses. He hoped that one could defeat this virus. He quickly moved along when his auspex started lighting up again. Small groups of 2 or 3 began to show, all following rather predatory patterns. He guessed it was people infected with the virus. He guessed that most likely in their thought process if they were to suffer others would as well…This was not going to be an easy battle.

Sirhc moved quickly onwards hoping to not get boxed in. He un-holstered his pistol as he read the auspex deciding to take a slight detour to a near by armoury. He could not waste time as he punched in the codes revealing the contents of the room. Head equipped auspex, grav-chutes, melta charges and in the middle a rather ornate case with the seal of the Inquisition. He moved in, opening the case and pulling out an ornate longsword. It crackled with energy as it touched his hand responding to his psychic ability. He quickly slung it over his back as he grabbed an auspex transferring the data from his hand held unit into the head set. As he put it on he grabbed a grav-chute and a melta charge. He punched in a countdown of 30 seconds as he threw the charge back into the armoury making a quick dart in the opposite direction. He pulled on the grav-chute locking it in as he watched the countdown on his head set. As the numbers ticked away he moved round a corner and braced himself for the worst. As he looked again the numbers were at the final stages. 3,2,1.…a large explosion went off shaking the section of the ship he was in. He ran back round seeing the sheer destruction left in its wake. The explosion had destroyed the armoury, several rooms around it as well as the floor between it and the next level. Several infected crew looked up in confusion, sprayed with shrapnel from the blast. Sirhc yelled an ancient cry as he turned his grav chute on, drew his longsword as he fired away with his bolt pistol taking precise shots, blowing the heads off of the crew as he jumped into the breach. Nothing would stop him finding his sanctuary.

Very cool meph. Although Sihrc is seeming kinda kickass atm i dont think things are gonna end well for him.
Cant wait for the rest of famines and the other horsemens stories.

Sirhc slashed through each of the deformed crewman with his longsword, his bolt pistol barking off rounds destroying any that are unfortunate to be hit and launching waves of psychic energy however he was starting to sucumb to fatigue. He started to move backwards slowly as he seen an undetonated melta charge. This was his only chance to escape and risk less contamination. He used his pyschic powers to create a shockwave knocking the on coming horde down as he ran, picked the charge up and set it to 10 seconds. He threw it down the corridor as he focused his energies to form a barrier to protect himself. The blast went off destroying the corridor however Sirhc's barrier barely held up as he was thrown away by the sheer shockwave slamming against the wall. For the second time in one day he most likely suffered a serious head injury. He stood up leaning on his sword slowly moving away from the carnage. It was then his auspex registered a new set of lifeforms. They infected were still smart enough to remember the layout of the ship. He began to limp away as he reloaded his gun as he prepared the last of his strength for what he guessed was his final fight. Not as glorius as he hoped for his last stand but still if this was the end he would give his foes hell. He stood up fully as he held his sword in a high guard, his bolt pistol extended. In his final move he removed his auspex as he waited for the end. He heard the footsteps of the infected get louder. Using his instinct he fired off three rounds before he could see the infected. As they turned the corner two of them were blown to pieces. Sirhc started unloading his clip at the horde running at him, launching blasts of psychic energy not caring for the potential risks at this point in time. He suddenly felt a bruning sensation in his arm slowly moving along to his chest. The virus was taking its course as he contineud to fight on killing the unfortunate crewmen. As he pulled the tirgger of his pistol it did not respound with the usual bark as it just clicked. He dropped it to the ground as he held his blade with two hands. He began to sweep in precise arcs cutting down the crewmen with ease but with each moment his body got hotter as he found it harder to breathe. He lowered down to one knee as he parried each of the strikes from the crewmen. His eyes began to dry out, unable to keep them focused as he felt the infected tear at him. With his last ounce of strength he unleashed a psychic blast killing his attackers. As he slumped down he heard a large thump. With his impaired vision all he could see was a lage hulking brute looking down at him, a large pointed object protruding from his hand. All he remembered before blacking out was the object stabbing into his heart. at last sweet relief from this nightmare.

Sirhc opened his eyes as he could see a bright light shinign down on him, his pain completely gone, he looked at his clothes seeing them fully repaired and back in pristine condition. He must have died after all life was never this good. "At last I joined the God Emperor," Sirhc said to himself. "'Ardly 'umie. Ya just passed out from ma injection. It saved yar life." Sirhc eyes opened fulyl as he sat up recognising that speech pattern as being an Ork. "Where are you foul beast? Show yourself so I may kill you!!" As he looked around he noticed his legs had no feeling in them. "I iz sorry 'bout yar legs. I 'ad to make sure ya wouldn't attack me. After all I will most likely make you sick." The floating voice appeared around the corner. A large ork stood in the doorway, covered in rusty armour, his face hidden beneath a mask, skin covered in pustules, bone protruding from the joints, his axe heaved over his back and a large needle made out of bone from his hand. Sirhc tried to not vomit at the sight. "I toldz ya Inquisita Sirhc that I make ya sick." Sirhc looked at him shocked by how formal the beast was. Oddly he showed intelligence unlike most orks. There was only one possible solution. He was possessed. "So a daemon stuck within an ork how amusing." The Daemork laughed at Sirhc as hehobbled over taking a seat next to him as he looked at his arm. Now being so close Sirhc noticed some form of organic container which held various colours of fluids built into his arm. "Do not dare stick that in me unless you wish to die." The Daemork laughed again and leaned close to Sirhc. "Dis 'ere is what saved ya 'umie. If I hadn't removed that virus from ya, you be dead and eaten by da Emperah." Sirhc felt blind with rage as the Daemork disrespected the Emperor. As he was abotu to let loose his rage the Daemork began to mix fluids into a singular container and stuck his needle into Sirhc's arm. "Listen 'ere humie. You have a great destiny about ya. One which not many humies have. What I iz doing iz giving you immunity to all diseases, all maladies, all ailements however der is a price." Sirhc growled as his body went numb, paralysed by the liquids. "We will discuss dat when ya wake up. I need to getz dis ship back on course to da planet your 'eading to." with that Sirhc shut his eyes as he watched the Daemork limp away leaving him with time to think of many questions to ask.

An intelligent ork. Thats a new one. Pretty cool meph. I wonder what the price was? Keep it coming. Tis getting more and more interesting.

Interlude:

Famine looked around at the crowd seeing how enthralled they were with his story. He could not believe he still had such influence. Still this dramatic pause had effect. As he opened his mouth he asked an odd question. "Garro I need some wine. This story is rather parching business." The crowd let out a chuckle of amusement as Garro, stern faced as ever signaled a servant over to give Famine what he asked. It was poured into a goblet of white gold, encrusted with gems. He smiled as he nodded at the servant and took his time. At times he wondered how much different life would have been still when he looked down he seen Garro staring back, as though enraged at this delay. "Garro crack a smile, these people are enjoying themselves so why can't the High Priest? Or is it you have forgotten how to?" Again the crowd chuckled in amusement while Garro tried to not rise to this obvious attempt to get him blurt out something stupid. "Ah yes faithful followers even the Horseman like to joke still I waste time as the High Priest knows. Now to return to my story. At this point I was beginning to wake up for the second time due to that vile Daemork however he is the reason I am here. You all know his name. For his name is Pestilience."

OOOOOO. Neat little interlude there. And pestilence is an orc. Both entertaining and good as it stops all the main characters from being humans. Good job. Keep it coming.