Prologue: “Your Ears are Bleeding”
In the grim reality of the distant future…
There is only war.
“C’mon! Keep running!” A young blonde girl in a pink and white outfit yelled jokingly to her friend. The friend she was yelling to was a young female Eld’ Earin. A fox-tiger hybrid. She looked at her friend with an irritated look. They were both running away from an explosion that they both caused in the downtown section of city. No civilians were harmed, but a fair amount of destruction was caused.
“I TOLD you this was a bad idea Dea!” She said to the blonde. Dea only smiled and rolled her red eyes.
“I know, but aren’t most bad ideas fun?” Dea replied “Plus, you don’t have to worry too much Fulvus. It’s not like those losers are going to catch us anyway, right Thusfar?”
The small dragon that was sitting on her shoulder purred and rubbed himself against his mistress' neck in agreement.
Not far behind the two troublemakers, a trio of young human men, led by an orange-furred fox Eld' Earin, stopped for a second to gather their bearings, for they had lost track of the girls they were chasing.
“Great! Now where the hell did they go?!” A boy with brown hair complained.
“Chill out, Chris. We’ll find them. Mitchel, can you get a lock on their location?” Another boy with orange hair, armed with a crossbow and a staff on his back asked.
“Sure Arron, just give me a second.” The one known as Mitchel lifted his mechanical arm. He pressed a few buttons and a small screen appeared, split into four smaller ones. These screens were the street cameras near their current position. On camera three, they saw their targets bolt.
“There! They’re not far ahead!” Mitchel shouted in relief.
“Right then! Come on guys! These three aren’t getting away this time!” The fox said with a grin on his face.
“Okay Des, lead the way.” Arron said with a smile.
Des jetted ahead of his friends. Being a fox, he was naturally quicker than his friends and he didn't want the girls to get away... not again.. Des stopped when he arrived at where camera three covered. There were two ways the girls could have gone: strait down the main street, or down an alleyway that fell just out of the camera’s line-of-sight. When his friends caught up, Des explained his thoughts to them.
“I am not sure where they could have gone, and I can’t pick up their scent. They either went down the main street like they have been, or took a detour down that alleyway.”
Mitchel spoke up, “I guess we should split up then. Des, you and Arron head down the alleyways. Chris and I will keep moving forward. Be careful guys, we can’t let them get away this time.”
“I mean, seriously!? Blowing up a GameStop of all places?! Just when you though those two couldn’t get any more annoying.” Chris shouted. His friends just rolled their eyes.
“We’ll call you when we find them.” Arron said.
“Same here.” Replied Mitchel. “Okay now, let’s get going!”
With that, the four of them split into their two teams of two. Not long after entering the alleyway, Des picked up the scent of the strong perfume that Dea loves to wear. He and Arron followed that for a few minutes, around a few corners, when they finally saw them. They were cornered against a brick wall that they were just about to climb when Des and Arron showed up.
“What was that you said to me earlier? “It’s not like they’re going to catch us?” Fulvus said sarcastically to her friend.
“So I was a little wrong. Big deal.” Dea replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“And here we were thinking that you two had learned your lessons.” Arron said with an amused smile.
Des chuckled slightly. “So, how about you guys just surrender quietly this time? There is no need to cause anymore chaos.” Des suggested.
Thusfar growled after hearing the fox’s suggestion, to which Dea patted him lightly on the head. “Are you just saying that because Thusfar here threw you off of a building the last time you came after us?” She said with a smirk.
Des blushed a little at this, remembering that instance.
“N… No! I just think that – “
“Either way, sorry boys, but we don’t feel like going to prison today!” Fulvus interrupted with a smile as she got into a fighting stance.
“Well, I hate to break it to you Fulvus, but you kind of are going today.” Des replied, also with a smile while assuming his fighting stance. He then channeled his magic into his right paw with his Trigram Seal, just enough to knock these three out. Seals are used to divert magic, and are essential for most spellcasters. The more prongs set into a seal means that more magic can flow through it. A trigram has three, making it a pretty basic seal.
He saw out of the corner of his eye that Arron also engaged his stance, now armed with his staff.
“Well, if that’s the case, I apologize in advance for this guys.” Fulvus said. She then breathed in deep, and closed her eyes. Foreseeing what she was about to do, Arron jumped out of the way, behind a dumpster that was nearby, covering his ears as well. Des however, used this opportunity to charge at Fulvus. Little did he know, that Fulvus was ready sooner than he thought. She then let out a loud, powerful shout that stopped Des in his tracks as he braced himself. Fulvus felt a surge of pride when she saw the look of surprise on Des' face as he was hit by the wave of magical energy. She couldn't help but smile at the situation. Until… Her eyes widened even more. There was something different about the magic she was using right now to amplify her shout. Something that she had never felt before.
Deep within the hellish plains of the Warp, within his Black Library, the Dark God Tzeentch, god of treachery, lies, change, and sorcery, was sitting on his throne, deep in thought. However, his eyes shot open as he felt a strange disturbance in the Warp’s energy. Something, or someone, not one of his followers or a follower of his brothers or sister, had just drawn power from the Warp! With this, Tzeentch stood up from his throne, grabbed his Staff of Treason, and vanished. He had transported himself to the Spire of Chaos, where he saw that his kin had also arrived.
“Please tell me you all felt that too.” Tzeentch said to his brothers and sister.
Des tried to hold his ground, even going so far as too dig his claws into the ground, but the force of Fulvus’ shout was too much. Des was blown off of his feet, and thrown back across the alleyway. His back hit the wall, not with enough force to break anything, but enough to knock him out with a sickening crack. After Des fell down unconscious, Fulvus stopped shouting. She stood there, staring wide-eyed, still surprised with what she had felt while using her power. She rubbed her throat, trying to dispell a slight tingle that had crept into it.
“Des!” Arron shouted as he ran to see to his friend.
“Great job girlfriend! Now, let’s make a run for it!” Dea said with joy as she and Thusfar made it up and over the wall. Fulvus heard her, but was still frozen in place with what she had felt. She then looked over to Arron as he was making sure Des was okay.
Fulvus wanted to say something, but her pride wouldn't let her.
With that, Fulvus then made her way over the wall, where her friend and her dragon were waiting for her.
“What took ya?” Dea said with a smile.
“I’m… I’m not sure.” Fulvus said while looking at the ground.
Dea looked at her confused friend with some concern, “Well, something tells me we shouldn’t stick around for much longer. Let’s get going.”
“Yeah, let’s." Fulvus replied, as they continued running.
A few minutes later, Des groaned as he started to open his eyes.
“Hey guys, I think he’s waking up!” He heard Chris’ voice say. Des then opened his eyes fully. He was slumped against the wall of the alley that he had hit. The back of his head hurt a little bit, but not so much that he had a headache. In fact, aside from his head feeling a little tender in the back, he felt fine. He saw Mitchel and Arron walk over to him.
“Oh, thank God.” Mitchel said “You alright Des?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. The back of my head hurts just a little, but that’s it.” Des said as he made to stand up. Arron decided to help him stand. “What happened?”
Arron answered, “Fulvus did her little ‘magical shout’ at you and that threw you back against this wall. I called Mitchel and Chris over and when they got here I explained what had happened.”
“Did Fulvus and Dea get away?”
“Yep. And their little dragon pet too.” Chris replied.
“How long was I out?”
“Only about 5-6 minutes. You don’t have anything broken or sprained, so you probably won’t have to go see Carol again. And don’t worry about those three. We’ll get them some other time.” Mitchel said with a joking tone, trying to assure his friend.
“That’s good. Well, I guess we should get going. Shade is probably not going to be happy with this.” Des said with a smile. Arron however, noticed something not long after Des stood up.
“Hey Des. Your ears. They’re… They’re bleeding!”
Des placed his paw up to his ear. When he brought it down, his eyes widened a little bit. Arron wasn’t kidding. On his pointer and middle finger, was sticky, red, coppery-smelling blood. What did this mean he wondered. He could hear fine, so why were his ears bleeding. Chris and Mitchel also had concerned looks on their faces.
“Maybe I should see Carol after we get back after all.” Des said.
Meanwhile, within the Warp, not long after he arrived in the Spire of Chaos, did Tzeentch ask if his brothers and sister had felt what he felt. They were in the main hall of the dark fortress, where a large, evil looking crystal table was centered in the middle. Tzeentch was at the part where his back faced the entrance of the room. To the opposite side of the room, a throne made of skulls was located, and it was occupied.
“Yes.” A deep voice said to his right. The voiced belonged to Nurgle, the Dark God of gluttony, disease, and decay. “A disturbance in the Warp’s magic energy, caused by an unknown outside source.”
“Something that does not follow any of us.” A female voice interjected. This was the Slaanesh, the Dark Goddess of lust, pleasure, and desire. “Something, powerful.” She said the last word with a smooth, lusty tone.
Tzeentch reached up to his neck to fiddle with the dark blue crystal that he kept around his neck (he does this sometimes when he thinks), only to realize that it wasn’t there.
“MinthRas!” Tzeentch yelled. A cloaked figure appeared on the opposite end of the table. It was MinthRas, Dark God of greed, envy, and luck.
“Come now little brother. You should know by now that I would have given it back to you. Eventually.” MinthRas said with a laugh as he tossed the crystal back to Tzeentch.
“If the two of you are done jerking each other off, we have something important to address! Like the reason we are all hear now!” A furious, threatening voice echoed, prompting all the others to turn their heads in its direction. The voice was that of Attikan, Dark God of anger, fury, and pain.
Slaanesh spoke up, “He is right. This is a serious matter. What do we know?”
“Little to nothing,” Nurgle replied, “All we truly know is that it was clearly an accident, for no Imperial would be so stupid enough to try to draw power from our domain.”
“There is something else.” Tzeentch added, while his kin all turned their attention to him, including the one sitting upon the Skull Throne.
“And what is that?” MinthRas asked.
“When I felt the disturbance, my instinct led me to try to find its source. Unfortunately, because it was so short, I was unable to precisely pin-point the cause. But, I WAS able to find, where it came from.” With that, Tzeentch placed his right hand on the table. The surface of it began to glow. Not long after, a projection of the whole galaxy rose from the table (this is not a hologram, but a magic 3D map of the Milky Way Galaxy). Tzeentch then magnified a small world, in the farthest rim of the galaxy. A planet unknown to them. When this planet’s image was all that was hovering above the table, the Dark Gods eyes all went wide except for Tzeentch. They could feel the raw magical energy that this planet contained. It was not like any other world in the galaxy.
With this, the figure sitting upon the Skull Throne stood up. The rest of the Dark Gods turned their gaze to him, as he descended the small flight of stairs that led up to his throne. This being, was Khorne, the Dark God of violence, death, bloodlust, and chaos, the Master of the Warp. He was slightly taller than the rest of his kin, and his appearance commanded respect and displayed authority. He took his place at the table, between Nurgle and Slaanesh, and said in his deep, powerful voice.
“What do we know about this world?”
Tzeentch replied, “It is inhabited by humans who share it with sentient anthromorphic beings. It is the only place aside from the Warp that seems to have any form of magical energy. The locals are advanced, but not to the standards of modern day.”
Khorne stared down at the image of the planet, deep in thought.
MinthRas spoke, “So, now that we know where this disturbance originated from, what do we plan to do about it my brothers and sister?”
Tzeentch spoke again, “I actually had an idea about that, I propose that – “
“Well, I say that we send our armies to this pitiful planet!” Attikan interrupted “Hunt this usurper down, and SLAUGHTER it! Make it feel pain that only WE can make it feel!!!” Tzeentch was about to say something, until Khorne spoke.
“Calm yourself Attikan. While I am normally supportive of causing death and mass slaughter, I must say that I agree with Tzeentch.” MinthRas, Nurgle, Attikan, and Slaanesh then looked at their youngest brother, who was also slightly surprised. He didn’t finish what he was saying, so how could Khorne agree. Khorne then continued.
“Despite my distaste in the arts of sorcery, I do agree that, whoever this being that drew power from the Warp is, could prove to be a powerful asset. Anything that could steal from us without us even knowing immediately who he or she is, must be a powerful spellcaster and warrior. One that I would love to meet myself. One that, with the right training and guidance, could become a mighty Champion, or even a Lord of Chaos.”
Nurgle finally spoke up, “I concur. I say we try to find this being, and turn him or her to the path of Chaos.”
“I do as well. Also, I do certainly hope that this troublemaker is as sexy as it is powerful.” Slaanesh said with a seductive grin as she licked her lips.
“I am also in favor little brother.” MinthRas added.
“Fine! I’ll go with this as well!” Attikan shouted, clearly not completely pleased.
Tzeentch smiled a wicked smile as he spoke, “I suggest we send someone to hunt this person down, and try to recruit this being. Someone who is skilled in the art of sorcery, who is silver-tongued, and who can take on whatever this planet throws at him or her.”
“I agree. With both this idea, and the one you are thinking of Tzeentch. Bring him in, so that we may brief him.” Khorne said with an evil smile.
Tzeentch also smiled evilly, as a man, clad in power armor, appeared behind him. Tzeentch turned around. The man took a knee to the Six.
“You requested my presence Lord Tzeentch?” The man said.
Tzeentch replied, “Yes Ahriman. We have an assignment for you.”