| In the Warp |
Deep within the warp, there is a place called the "Realm of the Sorcerer."
This realm is chaotic and ever changing, full of kaleidoscopic colors, swirling mutations, and crystalline landscapes.
In the middle of this realm was a lanky, blue and purple humanoid being, that had no fixed physical form. Though its body was usually made from writing flesh, with bird and fish-like features. This being also did not have a head, instead its face was on its torso and it whispered endless secrets.
This being was Tzeentch, the chaos god of change and fate, also known as the Changer of the Ways, Architect of Fate, Lord of Change, and the Great Conspirator.
And currently, Tzeentch was lost in thought due to changes that he could sense occurred, but these changes were outside his grasp.
'Something is wrong,' mused Tzeentch. 'Ever since we scattered the primarchs, something unknown appeared and caused ripples in fate.'
Tzeentch turned his gaze towards the clash between Khorne, the chaos god of war, rage, hatred, blood, and murder. And Slaanesh the chaos god of excess, pleasure, pain, hedonism, and perfection.
Slaanesh was furious, because she felt someone steal a part of her control over pride and she immediately assumed it was Khorne.
Afterall, Khorne does have a minor control over pride, specifically a warrior's pride. Furthermore Slaanesh and Khorne hate each other greatly, because the main concepts and emotions they each control clash but also sometimes connect.
So between them, there wasn't even an attempt to properly understand what happened. They simply went to war against each other.
'Although it is very amusing to watch them fight,' Tzeentch pondered. 'I can't help but get the feeling that someone wants us to fight. But who? Only other gods or beings near ascension can steal another's control over an emotion.'
'Just who is this new player?'
'Is there a new species, that is causing the birth of a new chaos god?'
'A new chaos god who will join our Great Game, the never unending but always changing struggle between us for dominance within the warp and ultimate control of realspace?'
Tzeentch paused his thoughts and to gaze into fate itself, in an attempt to find clues about this mystery.
But he found nothing, this unknown being was operating carefully outside his grasp.
Tzeentch, seeing that he wouldn't get anywhere using his power over fate, decided to return to speculating on what is happening.
'Now that I think about it more,' Tzeentch thought. 'Anathema was acting quite differently, compared to the other timelines. When our clash over the primarchs neared its end. He seemed to not know where he was and inflicted a wound over his own eye.'
'Did someone secretly attack him in a way that even I couldn't notice?'
'Did he see something we didn't?
'Or perhaps…'
Tzeentch couldn't help but frown as a conjecture that he found simply impossible appeared in this mind.
'Was it Anathema who secretly became a god or something similar to one?'
'Was it him who stole a part of Slaanesh's control over pride?'
'No.'
'It can't possibly be Anathema, the inevitable interment of Anathema on the golden throne has not yet occurred in this timeline. Meaning that the God Emperor has not been formed yet, furthermore the Dark King is currently suppressed by Anathema. There is simply no way for him to become a god or similar to one. Besides he himself would never allow that to happen.'
Though, as much as Tzeentch wanted to discard this train of thought, he decided to keep it in mind.
Because there is a saying of his that he closely follows, "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."
So Tzeentch decided to make contradictory plans centered around Anathema the Great Scammer, the one who would most likely resort to the unthinkable, in order to achieve victory.
'From now on I will carefully observe him and restrain my hand,' thought Tzeentch as he then made a malicious smile. 'I will ensure that the other three chaos gods will be the ones to face what Anathema has schemed. Pushing more of his precious Primarch's into becoming "lost" like the second and eleventh will force his hand.'
Tzeentch's smile grew wider and he said out loud.
"Come Kairos."
In an instant he appeared, Kairos Fateweaver, the most powerful lord of change under Tzeentch, a shriveled, hunched, humanoid avian with two heads. One head can see the past and the other that the future, but Kairos can never see the present.
Kairos knelt on one knee and then spoke in two distinct, overlapping voices.
"We heed the call of the Architect of Fate."
Tzeentch created a visual of the warp, pointed in four different areas and said to Kairos.
"Discreetly intercept the pods of four Primarchs that are still traveling through the warp and move them closer to worlds under the control of the other three. Once moved, I will leave a trace that alerts Anathema."
Kairos got up from his kneeling position and replied in his same overlapping voices.
"It will be done."
After that was said, Kairos left and made his way through the warp, heading towards the nearest pod.
Tzeentch was now back to being alone in his realm, crafting his schemes for the future.
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| The Great Green |
In another part of the warp called "The Great Green," which is a spiritual fungoid realm. This is where the spirits of orks go when they die.
It is also where the twin gods of the orks, Gork and Mork reside.
These twin gods were equal in strength, though they each excel in one aspect, Gork is brutal but kunnin and Mork is kunnin but brutal.
In other words, if another god was foolish enough to fight them. Gork will sucker punch that god while Mork kicks the god where it hurts most.
These twin gods are stuck in a cycle, one that they willingly do and enjoy.
When they wake up, they fight each other and later fight a chaos god or any other unfortunate being in the warp that disturbs them.
Gork and Mork are fierce gods who fear nothing and what makes it worse. Is that, they are nigh-unkillable, as many have tried but failed to kill them.
When you enter a fight with them, all you can do is repel them from your domain and pray they don't come back anytime soon.
Currently the twin gods are in a dormant state, because they already had their fun fighting the smelly big squig, Nurgle.
In their dormant state, they both dream of a great and beautiful WAAAAAGH, but that dream was interrupted when suddenly Gork woke up and yelled.
"OI MORK, WAKE UP YA GIT!"
Immediately, the large green hand of Mork slapped Gork in the face.
"WOT!!!!," screamed Mork, who was angry at being woken up.
Gork reared his left fist back and gut punched Mork, then he said, "I'Z WOKE YA UP FUR GUD REAZIN!"
"I NOZE DAT, DATS WY I SED WOT," yelled Mork in anger. "AHT WIT ID ALREDEH OR ELSE I'Z GUNNA ZOG YA."
"WOT YA SEZ TA ME YA ZOGGIN' GIT," Gork yelled back, as he tackled Mork and started punching him repeatedly in the face.
"A SCRAPIN IT IZ," Mork yelled happily, while also punching Gork in the face.
After an unknown amount of time, they finally separated and Mork asked confusedly, "Wy wuz we scapin agin?"
"I wuz gunna tel ya sumthin," said Gork.
"Wot iz id?," Mork replied, sitting down on a scrap throne he imagined into reality.
"I felt sumthin, sumthin gud and near," Gork said while narrowing his eyes. "Sumthin soh clost I kan almoss smel id."
Mork sniffed the air and replied, "Ya da smel iz frum ya, dat smelly suig nurgle frew sumthin weird at ya."
Gork looked at Mork in annoyance, raised his right fist and said, "Sttop gettin kunnin wit me."
Mork's face turned into a smug grin, but he stayed silent to let Gork continue.
"I felt a Waaagh in farr inda futur, wun jus like da Waaagh in Heavun," Gork replied with eagerness in his voice.
Mork stood up and said in a serious tone, "Furr reelz?"
Gork nodded.
Seeing that, Mork channeled his Waaagh energy, his body began to glow a brilliant green and he forcibly looked into the future.
Gork saw a pure happy smile form on Mork's face, the kind of smile someone makes when their dream comes true. Gork instantly asked, "Wot id ya see, Mork?"
Mork released the Waaagh energy he channeled and thinking of what he just saw, he began to cry tears of joy.
Seeing Mork cry, made Gork open his eyes wide in shock and he said, "Oi Mork, ya makin muh kunserned."
Mork moved closer to Gork, put both his hands on Gork's shoulder and finally said what he saw.
"Gork… I saw da mostest, bestest Waaaagh of muh life. Wun dat ad humies, metalboyz, an panzees krumpin chaos boyz an bugeyez. Da humies were led by a ded'ard gold git, ooz ded'ard dat he cud forcz us tu becum wun agin."
Gork's eyes widened even further and his jaw dropped.
He could hardly believe that they finally have a worthy opponent again, someone who could force them to become one being again, the Krork god.
A Krork, is what all the orks originally were during the War in Heaven, they were huge intelligent beings created to fight gods. But when that war ended, the lack of worthy opponents made them devolve into a smaller and less intelligent species, the orks.
Gork slapped Mork in the face to see if he would react, because Gork believed that perhaps he was still in a dream.
Mork slapped Gork right back in the face, which made Gork now truly believe everything is real and he looked at Mork with glee in his eyes.
"Us becum wun agin," Gork said shaking in pure happiness. "We cun scrap at ful powah agin?"
Mork nodded, also shaking in happiness.
"DEN WE PREPAR FOR WAAAAAGH," Gork yelled out. "WE MUS REDDEE DA BOYZ."
Mork instantly began looking into the materium for worthy orks to become their new prophets, orks who will fight by their side when the future great Waaagh happens.
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| Craftworld Ulthwé |
Near the eastern edge of the Eye of Terror, which is the location of Slaanesh's birth, a living wound in reality where the immaterium and the materium coexist.
This was caused by the actions of the eldar, an advanced psychic humanoid race, who were the former rulers of the galaxy.
They fell from grace when they gave into hedonism, they commited countless acts of pride, excess, and cruelty which then lead to the birth of the chaos god Slaanesh.
Who after being born, immediately consumed almost all of the eldar and their gods, currently she keeps her eye on every soul of the remaining eldar, waiting for them to die.
And once they die, she takes their soul into her palace where they then become her eternal playthings.
To combat this, eldar wear spirit stones that upon their death, will hold their soul and their fellow eldar will take those spirit stones to the Infinity Circuit of a Craftworld.
The Infinity Circuit is a artificial afterlife that protects eldar souls from Slaanesh and it doubles as a power source of a craftworld.
And the Infinity Circuit was exactly where Eldrad Ultran, the Chief Farseer of Craftworld Ulthwé, is currently meditating.
Earlier he was in the middle of viewing the Infinity Circuit, until suddenly he received a vision of the future.
A vision that sent his mind reeling.
In his vision, he saw the humans or rather the mon-keighs, fighting against chaos, specifically She Who Thrusts. Also known as Slaanesh, one of the four chaos gods and the eternal enemy of the Eldar.
In the fighting he saw a giant mon-keigh in golden armor at the forefront, with 7 other large mon-keighs. In the fighting he heard some other mon-keighs refer to the 7 large mon-keighs as the Primarchs, the Sons of the Emperor.
What truly baffled Eldrad, was that he saw himself fighting next to them and they were even winning the battle against Slaanesh.
But as soon as he saw they were all close to victory, four of the Primarchs backstabbed the Emperor and then the vision changed.
He saw the chaos gods, primarily Khorne and Nurgle reaching out towards pods that held the Primarchs. They seemed to be planting seeds of betrayal in them.
But, before Eldrad could try to further interpret what he was currently seeing.
Suddenly there was a swarm of horrific creatures being shown, monsters that he felt endless hunger from. Even worse, he had a feeling that the swarm of creatures he saw, was just a scouting party.
Eldrad looked up in the vision and sensed a shadow in the warp, this shadow seemed to cause his psychic abilities to fail. The more he continued to look at it, the more he felt uncomfortable.
Then a cold realization hit Eldrad, in his own vision, the shadow in the warp he was looking at, was looking right back at him.
Eldrad collapsed on the ground lifelessly with cold sweat on his face, he laid there taking in huge breaths of air trying to recover from vision and after a few moments passed.
Eldrad thought in alarm, 'A new dangerous new threat is coming to our galaxy, one that seeks to devour us all.'
He recalled the Emperor of mon-keighs he saw and mused, 'It seems that the Eldar must ally themselves with the mon-keighs. They are currently the only ones who will have the proper strength to face those creatures. Perhaps I can use my knowledge of the Primarchs future betrayal to request a meeting with that Emperor.'
Forcing himself to stand, Eldrad made his way outside the Infinity Circuit and towards the Dome of Crystal Portents. He was going to convene a meeting with the Seer Council, because he had to inform them of what he saw and what must be done.
-To Be Continued...
(A/N: Back to mc next chapter.
I lost many brain cells trying to write typical ork language. Currently all the thoughts in my head are somehow being mentally translated into ork language. Pleez prey furr muh Metal Eff.
Also going forward, I'm going to make sure I add extra little bits of information on characters, locations, and lore for anyone who isn't familiar with WH40k. If you believe I should add a little more or less information, lmk. Might also make a auxiliary chapter with the lore of anything or anyone I've covered so far.
As you all can see, I have big plans for some of the legions. At most 3 of them will not get their canon name, anyone feel like that is a change that will throw you off too much?)