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@chaosprinceundivided
#๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Indieย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐/๐๐๐/๐๐K*) Blog, Written by Art. Semi-selective. Lore inspired. NO minors (18+ Only). This is a SIDEBLOG, connected to/follows back from @primestartesโ.
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Why am I getting a summon from Jaz'mahnn?
What does he mean the Other One made a cameo?
*summons the Horrors to understand this terminology*
Send In A Word, And Iโll Write A Drabble Or Starter Based On It
Or send in multiple words and Iโll attempt to work out a drabble around all of them!
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Life
My alone time is for everyoneโs safety
Swing.
Deflect.
Cut.
Slice.
Kill.
KILL.
KILL! MAIM!
Sweat rolled along Rulek's hide. His sword cleaved left and right. He felt something, the kinship of a mortal's muscles burning to a body that knew new exhaustion. His blade sliced through daemonic flesh and set flight to ichor. His shield lift, catching the hammering strike of a burning axe before the Daemon King whirled his weapon, catching a Bloodthirster's muscle-bound neck. Its hellish making tore tendons and bone before exiting behind a scaled nape, aciding ichor flying but he kept moving.
He didn't stop. He couldn't stop as he fought through the all consuming Void that held daemons trying to reform and regain favour with their god-makers.
Rulek was there for another reason. This is but a physical representation of the truth; the Undivided King of Kislev, Dishonoured Failure, and Ever-competing Prince of Darkness was a writhing tempest that fought against the many hues of Chaos in its countless and unfathomable multitude. He doesn't remember what happened. He doesn't even know how long he have been in here, but he is here, fighting and consuming.
Sometimes he was overwhelmed, almost devoured, before a surge of defiance raged and he was remade again. It was a constant flux of being. Daemons were foul mirrors of concepts, thoughts, and demands made, they came in every form imaginable and not. Those born of mortal making were different, even with their lacking to the naturalborn daemonkin, ascended daemons had a surge of power that one could almost called 'human stubbornness'. A trait even dwarves learned to grow respect and wear of. The right human could ascend beyond their station, it was in their soul and that is what allured the gods in such malevolent desire for them.
The imagination of what humans can accomplish in their short, insignificant lives compared to the long-lived elves and dwarves. The skaven were horrid little similiarity, if their short lives weren't already plagued of the warpstone and the Great Rat's own claim to their hateful little lives. Some were claimed by the Ruinous Power, but they never lasted long, as if their very making abhor being without the Rat King.
And so, Humanity had the gaze of the Gods and their children hated them for it. Rulek mused upon these in the crystal libraries of Doomkeep, the shadow soul that became him yearned to return. His war wasn't done.
It was never done.
As he fought, tore, devoured, lost, reformed and came again and again, his form twisted and pushed through the infinity of darkness and worlds unseen. He sometimes saw planes so unusual. Sometimes he saw mirror-shards of a reality filled of a galaxy in an eternal war with great ships encrusted with monastaries, blightful making, and genocide upon worlds like jewellers constantly seeking the perfect gem before slamming them away. Then, he saw a expanse calling him, he could feel it. The Gods' gaze shifted now and again, he followed it, compete with daemons of natural and human made.
Worse of all, he smelt him.
The Great Betrayer. His genesis. The Shadow was there...sometimes the trail split into two, only to strengthen more in one direction. There, Rulek had to hunt. He must.
Something snagged at his being, twisting around and his fist crashed into the face of a reforming Great Unclean One, crushing it under a hammerstrike of knuckles and its leathery, toothy flesh exploded. And when a tide of Nurglings writhes and rolled over each other in a stinking green motion, he unleashed a hateful roil of warpfire.
Another loomed its fat frame over Rulek, a multitude of tendrils swinging and spearing for him. The hideous long smile drooling as the Nurglite being cackled, "O Little Fly. You are bloated with power. With this, I-"
Suddenly, its head split like a ripe fruit and fatty frame was churning by roaring chain-toothed blades as a bullish-faced bloodthirster pulled the body already devoured by its former minions and rivals. "There you are." The greater daemon snarled. Rulek was already in the motion of engaging before a wave of recognition washed his hateful being.
"Kraedaan?"
The named bloodthirster huffed before grabbing Rulek, behind him, a Keeper with a silver mask and fluttering whiskers flickered. Back scorpion claws snapped and tore at daemons wanting to taste the gathering, "Ah, there he is. Our favourite little daemon." Jaz'mahnn purred before a great shadow of Venris chuckling with Hexcowl upon his shoulder. "Ho ho ho - thought we would forget so easily, Little King?"
Rulek felt something, a surge of great concern before Jaz'mahnn's tail snapped and jabbed into his neck. The flood of venom burning into his skull and veins. Blackened ichor gurgled before Kraedaan took first bite. Jaz'mahnn mounted over his Khornate cousin's back, the hateful fire roaring at his chest beautifully melding and joining with his own warpfire.
"Oh don't fret, Little Rulek. We have a beautiful eternity before we reach our destination." He purred, drawing his claw along Rulek's jaw. A smile of lover's warmth and sadist's building glee. Ventris' deathly smile stretched before he and Hexcowl's lore writhed and twisted around them. Daemons too foolish not to leave this reunion be were consumed by the tempest of the five before their forms speared along Be'lakor's trail!
All the while, the four enjoyed their time with Rulek...
If I don't see the Masque of Slaanesh or Dechala the Denied for Slaanesh, I am gonna riot.
I guess the prince won't riot :p
They are safe. For now.
If I don't see the Masque of Slaanesh or Dechala the Denied for Slaanesh, I am gonna riot.
I guess the prince won't riot :p
Rulek and the Legion of Undivided Chaos have to go to the Void, he gotta find and beg his writer for content. He think the Void Lion is mentally dying.
Refound Rulek's War Gear! If anything when he is very Slaaneshi 'Imperial Tzar of Chaos'
Yes, honestly his 'All-Gloves-Are-Off, Time to Raze' Wargear.
I love this armour.
The Truth
I am having the 'When the PC is smarter than the Player' moment. Let me tell you; Rulek fighting the Gatekeeper of Khorne is probably the most simple battle to write. Now the others, I will give bullet points.
Rulek fight the Gardener in both chess, casually speaking to him about philosophy and the possible end of all things with the path he is heading, what will be left behind and what will growing under the ashes. At the same time, he is crashing and fighting with the Gardener in mortal combat. It is violent, it is gross, and all the while, their legions are fighting each other with their champions being the chess pieces.
Rulek's battle with the Librarian is the most horrific, drawn out battle of shifting views, past, present and future, time loops and moments of Rulek questioning his own current daemon-sanity before he breaks through and kills the Librarian thanks to his own Tzeentchian support.
Rulek fighting the Courtesan of Slaanesh is probably also simple, but very likely would be NSFW. Would be hard to tell if they are fighting to kill each other or top each other. Probably both.
All the while, for each battle, Rulek is transformed with the godcentric forms at his strongest from the sheer flooding presences of the ruling god while somehow still holding control of himself in the end. Each time denying the god his absolute submission to become one of theirs.
Bloody Charge
Vorinakh the Rageturned tugged on his reins, his Juggernaut snorted and yanked but a quick swat from his burning sword made the mechanoid-daemon obey. His eyes unbroken from his hateful gaze from the hill, his rank of Skullcrushers coming to line the way. Their own hateful beasts snorting and drooling their boiling saliva, their riders sneered and held their command. As straining as they may be, both pulsating the same desire to charge. Only to be held back by Vorinakhโs own tedious will.
Below, the Imperial marshaling were trying to readjust their formations when he was spotted. The foolsโ scouts never returned and by the shroud of the Gods they had not known the coming malevolence. ย He let their fear heat the air before he roared, pointing his blade out and was the first to charge at the ranks.
With eyes upon the tide of scarlet and brass, they failed to see the prowling beasts in the woods. By the crack of his whip, Khir Splithelm unleashed the packs of fleshhounds and his personal retinue of blood reavers. The Khorngor, bleating at the back of the bestigor Sloukfagor Blood-Gorge. His hooves carved into the ear, flourishing and holding his runic axe at his shoulder. His barbed horns forward, fast of violence, the Imperial bloodbags had no chance to react. The Beasts of Khorne held no restraint nor fear, smashing into the gunmen and salivated for their ichor!
The thunderclap of rifles that managed to unload claimed only a couple of lives from the great many. Vorinakh howled as he crushed a man under his Juggernautโs hooves, horn carving under ribs and cleaved organs. The hissing pistons propelling his host and himself through from one side to the other. Turning for more. Halbeldiers and swordsmen fighting for their lives.
Rulek, while in the Garden of Nurgle, was having a chess game as much as a physical battle with the Gardener. When Rulek won, the Gardener accepted the loss gracefully and allowed himself to be taken.
When someone think they can get away from Slaanlek with their wings, they turn around and see him air-jumping after them
YALL BE THINKING I BE PLAYING!? RULEK DONT BE PLAY
YOU DO THIS TO ANTAGONIZE ME! YOU WIELD TOO MUCH POWER!
YOU KNOW WHY! NOW, SLAANLEK'S DAEMON WIFE WILL GET SMOOCHED AND FAWNED TILL SHE ESCAPES FROM HIS PALACE!
YALL BE THINKING I BE PLAYING!? RULEK DONT BE PLAY
Funny sad part when Rulek on tabletop probably just takes and refluff and kitbash from Be'lakor and his legion.
The Rulek mono-shards PROBABLY take after the Greater Daemons or are customized in AoS.
Might start writing Rulek's fate in AoS sooner or later. I already know and talk about AoS Rulek but never written it down here.
It is extensive.
