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Hyuu need a haaaaahg

The Eldrich Tomb humbly requested Cultist as the ever-chosen of chaos. I could but try.

This was a delight to work on!

Hyuu need a haaaaahg

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Guard my soul emperor for I am conflicted.

Guts Of Rivia

Cultist-chan is an Ork now, too?

Urst_

It's all about the hearts and minds.

NCJ

Strangely, I smell bacon....

Trevor Bond

That was beautiful. I hope everyone reads that.

Mister Coolexus

At the Altar of True Darkness, it is said that She waded alone into the pitch black and soothed every daemon inside with only the sound of her voice and the calm of her touch, and reconsecrated the Altar of the Dark Gods with a long and somber song. On a distant island where men who had never seen either the moon or the sun, she infiltrated their legendary necropolis and embraced the soul of the first Everchosen. She did not need the Armor of Morkar, for she walked with his spirit at her side. Next she was seen riding above battle on the back of a great dragon of Chaos, but as ever she did not bring harm to any of her foes. She had tamed it, spoken to it, and showed it the world it was missing hoarding its wealth in its grim cave. It parted with the Eye of Sheerian before an army of screaming loyalists, who were butchered in the surge of devotion the Chaos armies felt. The Steed of the Apocalypse was an easy feat for her - she had had him all along. A four-headed beast with a love of sweets matched only by its obeisance to her. Daemon Prince Agrammon swore and vowed that her beast was not as mighty as his Dorghar, but when she saw it fight to defend her but refuse to strike down Dorghar, the daemon prince took his own life under the baleful gaze of the beasts it had failed to conquer. Next was the Slayer of Kings, sword of the second Everchosen, the Greater Daemon U'zuhl raging within. She climbed to the top of a world at the highest point in all creation and looked eye to eye with a creature unknown to any in the infinite black stars of existence. A trillion Champions had fallen at its feet, but she was the first to speak to it. It is said she not only secured its sacred blade - she secured its unshakeable loyalty. Even Be'lakor, whose hatred for all mortals has put a thousand galaxies to the torch, stayed his hand and remained neutral (if annoyed) as he led her to the First Shrine of Chaos. The ordeals she survived in that dismal place would astound and shake the soul of even the most wicked Chaos worshipper, but in the end she passed each challenge from each God of Chaos - not just the four that are known, but the Great Betrayer and the Infinite Doubter, and plunging into a world beyond any mortal's comprehension, she even secured the loyalty of twin gods who never in their lives had opened their palms to That Which Was Not Orky. When she awoke back in the First Shrine, she saw the withered body of a long-dead Everchosen from an age wholly forgotten, and before she dared take his mythical crown, she wept and mourned him. His soul had not seen such luxury in lifetimes forgotten even by the Labyrinthine God and the Plague Lord. And yet when the time came and power suffused her beyond reckoning, she dispensed of all the Six Treasures of Chaos. She refused the Dark Coronation of the Arch-Cultist. She denied even the right to endless armies, to unite the forces of Chaos and obliterate the universe in the name of the Dark Gods. She did not need baubles to know the Gods favored her. She did not need trinkets to command the loyalty of all she encountered. She did not even need an army to assert her will. As she ascended to a power known only by a scant few in the entire histories of a thousand universes, she knew why she did not need any of the things proferred to her. Although her form was different, and her fingertips flowed with an impossible might, she still understood one thing: She is Chaos. And Kayoss ees strahng.

The Eldritch Tomb

You are very kind!

Mister Coolexus

And in color, even? We are truly honored.

The Eldritch Tomb


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