03-01-2007, 08:40 AM
It took less than twenty minutes of frantic, high speed driving to get to the secret meeting place and sanctuary of the Chaos Cult. It was on the edge of town, in an abandoned warehouse, a symbol of what this town used to do for money before moving on to greener pastures. Once inside, the occupants came out and led their "messiah" into some rooms partitioned off by removable walls. There were five major sections, each dedicated to one of the ruinous chaos deities and to the power of Chaos Undivided. A blood red section for the Lord of Skulls, Khorne, where the shouts of fighting can be heard constantly, a green, rotted section for the Lord of Decay, Nurgle, where oddly enough, sounds of celebration can be heard, a carnival of entropy dedicated to the "grandfather", a multi-colored, prismatic area dedicated to the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, where nothing is ever the same and where sorcerous rituals can be heard and sometimes seen as the walls part and reform into another configuration, lastly, a soft, silken, decadent section for the Prince of Excess, Slaanesh, where constant debauchery and indulgences beyond anything most mortals can comprehend take place.
Robert was led into the final section, set aside for those who choose to be unaligned with either god, instead worshiping all of them equally. It was also the head office of the cult, filled with computers and other such equipment. Finally stopping, the cult leader stepped in front of and bowed before Robert, then rising.
"Since the time when the great gods were cast down and made nearly forgotten by those of heaven and hell, cults like ours existed, striving for the day when Chaos will rise once again and take it's rightful place as master over all. We've seen the inception of the Keepers of the Charter of Magnus, and how they've hunted down the followers of the Gods, especially those of Tzeentch. We've not paid much attention to the Oathbreakers as they're called, but we do look to them for new people to recruit. As time and technology advanced we've been able to connect ourselves and become more organized and better prepare ourselves for the day when the Everchosen, you would come and bring forth the Storm of Chaos."
"Things have become more complicated, the prophecy of Necrodomo has been broken, the teasures of the gods are now vulnerable to theft and perversion. For instance, the sword has already been lost." Robert explained.
"The sorcerors of Tzeentch are already aware of this, and a cadre have prepared themselves to help you obtain the steed, and we're working to find a replacement for the Slayer of Kings. They should be ready tomorrow morning, so we shall rest tonight, and pray to the gods for your success." The cult leader spoke. "PRAISE BE TO CHAOS!!!"
Robert was led into the final section, set aside for those who choose to be unaligned with either god, instead worshiping all of them equally. It was also the head office of the cult, filled with computers and other such equipment. Finally stopping, the cult leader stepped in front of and bowed before Robert, then rising.
"Since the time when the great gods were cast down and made nearly forgotten by those of heaven and hell, cults like ours existed, striving for the day when Chaos will rise once again and take it's rightful place as master over all. We've seen the inception of the Keepers of the Charter of Magnus, and how they've hunted down the followers of the Gods, especially those of Tzeentch. We've not paid much attention to the Oathbreakers as they're called, but we do look to them for new people to recruit. As time and technology advanced we've been able to connect ourselves and become more organized and better prepare ourselves for the day when the Everchosen, you would come and bring forth the Storm of Chaos."
"Things have become more complicated, the prophecy of Necrodomo has been broken, the teasures of the gods are now vulnerable to theft and perversion. For instance, the sword has already been lost." Robert explained.
"The sorcerors of Tzeentch are already aware of this, and a cadre have prepared themselves to help you obtain the steed, and we're working to find a replacement for the Slayer of Kings. They should be ready tomorrow morning, so we shall rest tonight, and pray to the gods for your success." The cult leader spoke. "PRAISE BE TO CHAOS!!!"