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"Different names for the same thing, I suppose, just as are different things under the same nomenclature. You come, you gather things, namely identities, then generally leave. That is how we knew to call you, but I will accept your term. And I would be delighted if you let the mask of other selves like me remain buried. I have been stranded and diverged as a result."

*The Tyrant simply gives up, the party ruined ((I called it! I knew this would happen eventually!)) and goes to mull over its recently dredged-up thoughts, leaving enough of its selves behind to tear anything stupid enough to attack the party grounds to shreds.*

*They come to a plaza, where a gigantic figure, humanoid with a bird's head and wings upon its back, is preparing a ritual of some sorts; around the central area, shimmering symbols are scrawled into the ground, best described as sanity-blasting sigils. The three Lictors spread out, hunters luring a kill into a trap. The thing itself looks quite drained from its task. It pauses momentarily and says:*
"Yesss. Just. As..."
*It then takes fleeting notice of the approaching Deathleaper, the specialized Lictor's anti-magic character draining the bird-thing even further. It simply chooses dashing to safety, Leaper on its trail:*
"Not as planned! NOT as planned!!!"
*The Lord of Change makes to dive into an alley, but is cut off by the second Lictor, making the daemon change direction towards the Imperial lines. As it runs, hoping to meet up with forces of Chaos, the third Lictor jumps on it from an upper story, slashing its back and forcing it off balance, allowing the other two chasers to close in and land the kill. The three alien machines begin feasting on the fallen daemon's brain, the thoughts and memories, then cast aside as irrelevant, now flooding back in the Tyrant's mind.*
<<"Yes. That's how it stars; that's how the things are set in motion.">>

"Forward! We must stop the ritual while there is still time!"
*A slew of Guardsmen, several personnel carriers with them, charge into the street, only to find the gored corpse of the Lord. The white-robed inquisitor, along with his posse of robot-men, approach it alone. The Lictors strike again, holding off the man-machines and soldiers, while the Deatleaper snatches the Inquisitor off the ground, fleeing with the struggling, screaming man blocks away before anyone manages to stop it. It quickly bites into the man's skull, feeding off memories.*
<<"And this is how it can be stopped and ended...">>

*The simulation fades, two Lictors torn to shreds, Deathleaper intact, and having treated Jon to quite a show.*

((Edit: typos. G'night folks, see ya after 5000 posts!))

*Back in the training room, the stealthy killing machines move off again in pursuit of their prey, stopping over the roof of a massive chapel to the God-Emperor of Man, the golden statues torn down, the Aquila defaced with the symbol of the Blood God, Khorne. Inside, a statue of this member of the Four is raised in place of the one of the Emperor atop his Golden Throne, a monstrous behemoth, clad in metal armor, sitting in a crude throne made entirely of skulls. The thing seems built of countless corpses, skinned, still leaking blood, and fused by nightmarish powers. At its base, armored giants, once and a half as tall as normal men, chant endlessly, bringing praise to the thing, as they wade through a congealing pool of knee-deep blood. Gibbering madmen flock around the edifice, picking fights with one-another or even with the few Word Bearer Marines outside.*

*The insectile killers start sprinting again, following a growing trail in their minds. They stop over a gap in the buildings, a column of Imperial Guard holding off the tide of madmen. Lasfire from buildings pours into the oncoming horde, flamethrowers pouring over the tide of blood-crazed cultists. This does little to deter them, as they run screaming at the soldiers, even drenched in flames. Most of the actual killing is done by horrid mixes between man and machine, limbs and body parts replaced with mechanical parts. They seem only vaguely aware of what is going on, their main concern seemingly keeping safe the man clad in a white robe bearing a large capital I, crossed twice and bearing a skull in the middle. The three lurking killers pay them little mind, and rush off again.*

Not particularly much, general, nondescript tales of people being completely and utterly insane in the most horrible ways possible within the laws of physics. Leaves a lot to personal imagination.

I know how to troll threads into lockdown and how to safely skim the edge, though mainly depends on readers not getting butthurt and going "BAAAAW, it hurt my brains! Shut it down!" at mods.

Edit: Thus my request for popular opinion, so I know what to expect. Also, I can send a preview of the post to Tenshi for go-ahead;

((Dude; honestly, have Jon abort or jump out or something. The kinda stuff that goes on in 40k is pretty much against forum rules to post. This was just meant as an artificial break from the plot lock.))

*The Lictors speed on regardless; They dive through the cover of broken buildings, peppered with holes of various sizes, scarred by las-weapons and warpfire. They pass a horde of generally-insane Chaos cultists, bolting the bodies of helpless victims, pitifully struggling against their captors, to the floor of a shopping complex, forming the symbol of the Wheel of Chaos from their flesh. The Deathleaper and its escort climb to the top of the building, unnoticed by the madmen in their grisly task. They remain on the roof, seemingly sensing the air, as if to get their bearings in the vast ruins of the city.*

"Okay, stuff knows that we are here, so no just walking into a base filled with monsters... Plus it is your memories so... Events will happen like that."

"You should leave from here. Memories are dangerous things."
*The 3 Lictors spread out and vanish completely, Deathleaper sending Jon a last high-powered message, making his mind ache.*
"Besides, we are the greatest monster here..."

@ Phantom.
Random City of Death tabletop fight, with sounds from the RTS.

@ Telle
Why? 'crons are easy to RP. They just go.
"nnnnnn." "Screech!" ZzzAP!

@ MoM
Sorry for WH40K spawning useless ooc posts again.