«So, what are our options?»
Brutus, armoured in white hexbone draped with the skin of the impressively large sabre-xanther, cut quite an imposing figure against the blood-red twilight outside the glassless windows in Nex Morning Glory. His face was criss-crossed with scars from his trials uniting the “faithful” tribes under his rule as Warlord.
He was not the only one marked by their stay here in Gloaming. Havelas considered his other companions, and couldn’t help but feel concern about what he saw.
Castus seemed a far cry from the cheerfully optimistic lad Havelas used to get on so well with where he sat half-withdrawn from the conference table obsessively tracing scars along his arms with an ornate ritual dagger. His robes were filthy with blood, which he had not even made a token effort to clean. “These are my purity seals! Each drop is a hymn of praise to Him on Terra!” Spittle flew from his mouth as his eyes twinkled darkly from their sunken pits in his scarred face, mostly concealed by the blood-caked dreadlocks his hair had turned into..
Havelas let his gaze pass to Warn, his warp-sense taking in just how much the Magos had… grown. The feeling of pride at his handiwork was only tempered by a nagging voice from within, shouting warnings about the folly of hubris, the dangers of believing one could control the Warp. A lifetime of experience mastering the warp lends confidence, but the teachings of the Scholstica Psykana was not easily dismissed. Warn was currently listing up the various strengths of the allies they had acquired during their work here in Gloaming, and his shiny new psi-spar potentiacoils were radiating power through all the dimensions as the almost organic-looking tendrils of his cyber-mantle grew ever longer around his torso.
He quickly reviewed the inventory of his newly expanded library, contemplating further upgrades he could perform on his favorite guinea-pig. A sly smile spread on his face as he contemplated the changes yet to come, and his focus drifted back into the here-and-now.
“… with the tactical advantage we gained by controlling the portal network, I estimate our chances of victory at 98,954%. But we still have to neutralize the enslavers ability to body-phase, or our success will be voided”. Having finished, the Magos sank back on his hydraulics, a rather human affectation of imitating sitting back down to pass the word back to Brutus.
“I want those Enslavers shut down! I want them dead! The Emperor demands their blood!” shouted Brutus, anger and a desire for conquest overcoming his calm demeanour . Castus stirred from his reveries, and managed to add “We will cleanse ourselves in rivers of their blood! Theirs will hasten the coming of the Red Wake!” before lapsing back to his prayers. Brutus looked irritated at the interruption, but nods his assent to gist of Castus’ message.
“We may be able to assist you there, most honorable Warlord”. The Hiro of Nex Morning Glory, Shima Sa Naga Saki, rose to his considerable height and blinked oddly angled eyes, as he bowed to the ensemble at the conference table. Havelas rose with the Sorceror King, and thought he detected an amused chuckle from his friend and mentor. Havelas blanked his face, and addressed his “Lord”. “Our studies of the crystals from the birdmens ship have revealed how to keep them pacified once apprehended. And as for disabling their power… our esteemed host has some suggestions”.
As he sat down to enjoy the Sorceror Kings presentation, he could not help but marvel at the depths of inspiration (some would say madness) that lay behind those “suggestions”…