02-19-2007, 04:59 AM
All of a sudden, the book Robert was reading burst into flames and turned to ash in the blink of an eye. There was only one thing this could mean, the prophecy of Necrodomo the Blind had been averted, now doomed to fail. Despite having no ability to sense things on his own, Robert could almost hear the collective frustration of the Dark Gods of Chaos. His heart sinking, Robert could only mourn for the future, a world corrupt and ripe for punishment unable to recieve it's due. The entropic Kingdom of Chaos Ascendant never to come into being. The lazy and arrogant beings of Heaven and Hell never brought to keel by that which was far older and more deserving of worship.
Despair, something which was the province of Nurgle, Lord of Decay, and Rage, the province of Khorne, the Blood God filled his heart. The green light of the Eye of Sherrian faded, leaaving Robert in utter darkness. He felt a twinge of thought, an idea which sped into motion a scheme to bring the plan to fruition after all. The prophecy of Necrodomo was dead, but that did not mean that the Chosen of Chaos could not unleash it's storm, he would simply be writing history as he went along. Such a plan could only have been brought to Robert's mind by Tzeentch, Lord of Change.
Brightening the room with the Eye once again, Robert packed his things, the next stop was across the ocean to where blood was shed by man in the name of the true gods for the first time. There he will find the armor, then he shall find the steed, in the place ruled by the undying spirit of a prince of chaos.
"I am the Lord of the End Times, the Everchosen, whom the Chaos gods unite behind, bestowing all their gifts upon."
Despair, something which was the province of Nurgle, Lord of Decay, and Rage, the province of Khorne, the Blood God filled his heart. The green light of the Eye of Sherrian faded, leaaving Robert in utter darkness. He felt a twinge of thought, an idea which sped into motion a scheme to bring the plan to fruition after all. The prophecy of Necrodomo was dead, but that did not mean that the Chosen of Chaos could not unleash it's storm, he would simply be writing history as he went along. Such a plan could only have been brought to Robert's mind by Tzeentch, Lord of Change.
Brightening the room with the Eye once again, Robert packed his things, the next stop was across the ocean to where blood was shed by man in the name of the true gods for the first time. There he will find the armor, then he shall find the steed, in the place ruled by the undying spirit of a prince of chaos.
"I am the Lord of the End Times, the Everchosen, whom the Chaos gods unite behind, bestowing all their gifts upon."