Tuesday, October 17, 2017

4 The Chaos Manifesto vs Iron Sleet #2


"To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times."

A blackness sweeps across the Thorn Moon system and that presents an opportunity for me.  Lives will be lost, profit will be made but most importantly the gods will be pleased.  Udder annihilation always pleases the mind for death of another feeds the mind that you are still alive.  But what is it to truly be alive I ASK?  Unadulterated violence through pleasure.  To escape the constraints of one body and ascend to a higher level of being. These visitors will experience all this and more.

I carved this world into what it is today.  Like an artist with a piece of black clay, my hands formed the fate and destiny of countless lives.  My empire will always survive for I am an eternal being without fear of time.  Civilization will crumble to dust and rise again but in the shadows I will always lurk.  Society needs me like a bullet to the head. WHAHAHAHAHA!!! Wretched foul souls they all are. 

For the upcoming Iron Sleet Invitational II, The Thorn Moons Campaign, I plan on moulding my piece of black clay into that of a Hellwright on a Dark Abeyant and his retinue of corrupted minions.  The sheer excitement of this project has me on the verge of making a sacrifice to the Machine God.  Perhaps my left hand or my eyes would please it, but if I have to I am more than willing to give it my entire body.  The Hellwright and his associates each are unique like each of the Thorn Moons.  They have forge a path of corruption that has eroded the virtues of society away.  They hawk a variety of biochems, other illegal narcotics, firearms, weapons and black market augmentation to fund the Hellwright's dubious experiments.  A god in his own right but more importantly his mind, the Hellwright has created a world that revolves around his needs and wants.  To interfere or deny him these, is a fate worse then death itself.  Many of those that he employs were once former souls that stood in his path.  Fragmentations of who they once were may be all that is left of them; a prisoner in their own body and mind . The approaching fleet of Terra, presents an opportunity unlike anything the Hellwright has seen before.  Endless souls to feed upon, endless bodies to play with, endless lives to destroy and create.



4 comments:

  1. This sounds like an excellent retinue for Iron Sleet, very imaginative and with plenty of sources. I do wonder for the Mechanicum in the Eye and across the various dark corners of the Imperium what the Machine God is anymore...

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    1. That is a question that I ponder long and hard myself. As such the Hellwright unknowingly is blessed by a god bur not necessarily the Machine God. I will delve into his past later on in this series. Cheers for checking out the blog and the comment; its appreciated.

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  2. Ooh I can't wait to see what you do with the mechanicus kits

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  3. Cheers. Should have a post up early next week. Tournament this weekend slow g me down.

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