All is dust...
How prophetic those words seem now. A wise man on ancient Terra once said them.
I wonder if he was gifted, as I am?
I say gifted but with every passing day I come closer to regarding my powers as a curse.
He is comming soon, the red giant. He is ascending the tower. I have little time left, so i shall spend it compiling this tome.
This is my story, the story of war, hatred, loss. Of fate and destiny. Of brothers. Of betrayal. Of sons.
I might as well start with The Mountain.
The Mountain that eats men.
Chapter I Captains
"He's been gone too long."
"He told us to wait for him."
"He might be in trouble."
"We would know if he was, just leave it." Those are my Brothers, Phosis T'kar and Hathor Maat, and they're arguing.
"We should go and help him Phosis, he would do the same for us."
"Yes, he would, and he expects us to not to help him. Besides, he's a God, and we are but men." Not entirely true, He isnt quite a God. And we are not quite men.
"We arent men, we arent human anymore."
"No, some of us have retained our humanity Hathor, Azekh managed it. I have to respect him for that. Right Azekh?" Bah. They're bringing me into this. Forcing me to take sides like a sibling quabble. It is better that I dont join in.
"Azekh?" Thats me. Azekh Ahriman.
"OI, mister knowitall, we're talking to you!" He knows I dont know everything. Nobody knows everything.
"..." I know many things though. About the future. I can see it. It is my gift from God.
"Hmmmph. He's off in his dreamworld again..."
"Leave him. He's happier that way."
"You just dont want him to join in because he would side with me." I wouldnt you know. He's wrong, He has been gone too long. Its time for me to intervene.
"I have to agree with Hathor on this one Phosis, He has been gone too long."
*sigh* "So, should i assemble the companies?" Together the three of us control three great companies of Space Marines. Over 3000 souls all told. But 3000 is too many.
"No phosis, we shall take the Sekhmet only." We shall take 81. 9 times 9. A perfect number.
"I win Phosis, I'm almost as good as Corvidae in predicting stuff." We shall see about that Hathor, we shall see. The future is clouded. Not even I can pierce it.
I have been planning this fo months now, and its finally here.
I hope you like the art style.
It takes forever to draw so updates may be irregular, but im hoping to get one out ever few days.
Fyi, you are Azekh Ahriman. you are a space marine captain. if this is making no sense to you then it should in a few updates time because this is intended to be a standalone. Azekh is the one sitting down. Phosis is the one facing Azekh and Hathor is the one staring into the distance. Post for any of them, and for this one adventure only i am accepting the command >elabourate, or somesuch thing.
Your name is Jetroid, and your chumhandle is chronicGeomancer, or would be if you knew what Pesterchum was.
You enjoy reading online adventures in a varietyofformats, from user driven text-based stories to fullblowncomics. You also enjoy video games.
"So Azekh, what do i get to do while Phosis acts like a serf?"
"Do you want to come over here and say that to my face Hathor?"
"Hahaha, you get so easily wound up Phosis. It really is a pleasure serving with you."
"You honestly are trying to get into a fight arent you?"
"Ha! Do you want to fight brother? Feel free to come over here and throw a punch, and I'll return it in kind."
"You know I dont need to throw punches." *sigh*, they want to have a battle of minds do they? I'll stop it before it gets lethal. For now though, I think i will sit and watch.
"Eat glass Brother."
High level Psykics Phosis. Youve learnt.
But so has Hathor.
"Ooh, that nearly came close there Phosis! Bravo!" Now time to stop it. Hathor wont hold back like Phosis.
"Stop these magic tricks you fools! You aren't impressing anyone with them!"
"As you wish Brother." They must stop getting at each others throats all the time.
"Both of you assemble the Sekhmet, we have work to do." Like going after him.
Its wierd, I always think of him as an equal, yet all the others seem cowled by him.
Prehaps it is because I am the only one not to call him father.
In the Beginning of time, The God-Emperor began a Great Crusade to conquer the galaxy. He did so with help from his 20 clone sons. Each like Gods themselves.
Each son took unto himself an aspect of the God-Emperor. One his angelicness. Another his vitality. Another his pride. Stubborness. Honour.
One took his genius.
His name was Magnus.
Each son in turn had a legion of warriors made for them. And the legion, through genetic engineering, took on aspects of thier 'Fathers'.
Thus the space marines were born. Protectors of humanity.
Our Legion was unfortunate. Early in the great crusade our genetics were ravaged by brutal mutations. Thousands died. More went mad. We were nearly destroyed.
Then Magnus came. He delivered us from destruction.
Using his great mind he rewrote our genetics to more suit his own. He stopped the mutations, and we are forever in his debt.
At that time there were barely a thousand of us left in a legion that once numbered tens of thousands. We were the sons of Magnus.
The Thousand Sons
Over the years we have rebuilt ourselves, we now number nine thousand. We are still strong. Still in the Great Crusade.
And we have changed since the beginning of the crusade. We have grown intelectually. An unforseen Advantage of the rewritten genetics.
We have Magic.
Some of us are weak and can barely perform the basic rituals.
Others are Powerful, I have in my time, seen a particluarly powerful Sorceror annihilate hundreds of souls in a fraction of a second.
Some can conjure Fire from air. Some can move objects without touching them. Some can read minds like a book. Some can raise impenetrable shields.
Some, like me, can see the future.
And with all this power, we and our saviour strive to know all secrets of the universe. Call it our goal in life.
And this is what lead us to the mountain.
It rises from the sands like an ulcer. It is formed of Black rock and is twice taller that even the highest factory on Olympus mons. It cannot be natural.
So what put it there?
This is why he has gone up the mountain. And he has been gone too long.
The Marines are moving
Should we follow them Lamuel? We are thier remembrancers after all.
Im not sure, but I think they may want to be alone on this one
So, do we follow them descreetly?
I have now added colours to the speech as a request. Azekh is red, Phosis is orange, Hathor is purple.
the two new characters are green (Lamuel) and pink. You are lamuel for now.
Im trying a new style each time, so every update tell me whether it is better or worse please, I really apreciate it
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I don't think we should, what if they find us spying on them?
Its our job to follow them around Lamuel! They'll just tell us off or something.
You want to risk the wrath of space marines?!
What can they do to us?
Camille, these are men who are trained to kill without a second's hesitation. They would not hesitate to murder us the second we found out one of thier secrets. Why do you think this would be different?
We should at least try. How do you know that they're planning something anyway?
I saw two of those crested ones leaving the tent of the commanding one. Every time that has happened before, something important has been going on.
What do those Coloured crests mean anyway?
Its a symbol of captaincy.
So good of you to grace our prescence Kallista. So, tell us. Who were those marines?
The one who you call the commanding one is Captain Ahriman of 1st company the other 2 are Captain Maat and T'Kar of 2nd and 4th.
How you can tell them apart never cease to amaze me Kallista.
How do you know thier names anyway?
You can tell them apart from the posture, and I know thier names through talking to them. Captain Ahriman is quite charming really. T'Kar is a bit dour, and Maat is just plain egotistical. Whats this I hear about following them anyway?
Lamuel is being a wimp and isnt brave enough to follow a few soldiers up a mountain!
Is he now? I bet he'll do it if I go with you Camille. Wont you Lammy?
We cant hear you!
Ok, I'll come.
Yay! An adventure!
I bet i can beat you to the top Phosis!
Yeah, But your cheating. You can sheild yourself from the heat. Me and Azekh cant manage as well as you!
I'm holding up quite fine on my own thanks Phosis, I understand how the cooling systems work in my armour, unlike you.
Im not so sure Azekh, you seem a little out of breath. Want to slow down?
Go on, you know you want to.
Not on your lives!
Sekhmet Marine: Captains! I'm picking up lifeforms to the east! Humans, bioscanners identify them as three of our remembrancers. Do we engage them?
I am aware of them Sebon, you should know better than that. Do you wish me to obliterate them Lord? No As you wish my master
No. I have been aware of them since we started out. They can cause no harm.
They arent worth our time anyway, Father comes first.
Damn the mountain.
It has the power to dampen our magic, only He can use them whilst up the mountain. Tutelaries also are unable to acompany us.
We are comming up to the boundary-line! Scatter your tutelaries! From here on we fight as Marines!
Sekhmet: Aye Lord!
Aaetepio, fly. I shall return later. Aye lord, fare thee well. Fare thee well Aaetepio.
If there are any characters speaking who are not main ones, then they shall have a name placed by their speech.
I tryed another art style today. Is it better or worse than the first 2? I really would like constructive critiscism on this.
Many but not all updates will involve a character change. But not all, there will be a lot of jumping around back and forth between characters in the first chapter. The Second and third not so much.
Finally a little snippit of information for those who dont already know it; the number 9 and its multiples are very important.
The mountain has curious properties, it is clearly not natural and the ground around it is bare for a thousand miles. But prehaps the most curious trait is its ability to dampen our powers. It is why we are so infatuated with it, why we have stayed here, observing it, performing tests. The other legions are not happy with us, they say we are slacking. They do not understand the meaning of the mountain. They havent seen it.
Hey, do you hear that?
What? Hear what?
Oh my god.
I hear it too now. We must hurry! Quicken the pace!
Lamuel! We've been walking for hours!
Dont worry, its not much further.
You're sure this is the best way?
Yes, Ive followed your commanding friend up here many times, he thinks he's unobserved but this route is hidden and too big for the Marines to fit up, you know thanks to thier armour.
ive got to stay fit somehow eh? My wife would cry if she could see me now, Im nothing like what I was before.
Im sorry Lamuel, I didnt mean to bring that up.
It doesnt matter
Hey! You guys? Can you hear that?
Hear what? I cant hear anything over my pounding heart!
Lamuel, thats not your heart, thats drums
I havent included any pictures because i wont have time to do them today and i wont have much time this week either, I thought you lot deserved an update before I leave for various stuff and shenanigans and Wales
A giant. A red giant.
Magnus the red rises from the throng of Aghoran tribesmen, he is thrice the height of them and many times over their intellectual peer.
He stalks through the tribe, ignoring them, they are unimportant in the face of this new complication. They wouldn't manage to hurt him even if they wanted to.
He is of a changing nature, some moments he appears to be twenty metres high, others like a normal man. Sometimes broad, sometimes slim, all due to his prowess of manipulating magic, constantly changing his appearance. The only features that stayed static are his hair and eye. Brilliant red hair flows from his scalp and flows down his golden breastplate. And his eye, yes his eye his left eye is an everchanging multitude of colours but where his right would be lies a flawlessly smooth patch of skin, unperturbed by an eye.
He is known among his enemies and rivals as the Red Cyclops.
He wades through the tribe to the source of the newest hindrance to his machinations.
His sons have come and disturbed the ritual. He knows why they have come, and it infuriates him.
"Ahriman! What did I tell you? You have done great damage by coming here son, the tribesmen asked me to keep all others off this place, it is a sacred place to them. Leave. Now."
"M-my lord we only meant to-" I know why you have come, you forget I can read you mind like a book, Azekh.
Lord! It hurts! My head!
"Azekh, I told you not to come."
"I know my lord, but we were worried."
"And yet have I not told you on countless occasions that i can look after myself."
"Master, I have expressed my worries about this before, one day you will face an enemy that even you and your godly powers cannot defeat, and I want to be by your side when that happens, either to face the howling dark with you, or to save you from defeat."
"You are brave, Azekh, but i sense that your time is far distant, to be measured not in years, but millennia."
"I have said to much, and i shall not repeat it. Anyhow, how goes the Corvidae?"
"Our powers are still weak, the strongest among us can only pierce the veil of time for a few seconds, and so far, none of it is of anything prudent."
"Everything about the future is prudent Azekh"
"Yes, but these visions carry no weight and are of little importance in the grand scheme of things."
"Dont worry, the tides of The Ocean will soon flow back to the Corvidae, and this period of blindness will fade away into history as nothing but a nuisance".
"Yes my lord."
"Azekh, there is something else i wish to speak to you about, the remembrancers."
"The one known as Lamuel."
"What about him?"
"You must have noticed."
"Of his powers? Of course, what of it?"
"I want you to train him in our ways, when we next return home he shall become a son."
"Aye my lord."
"You asked for me Lord Ahriman?"
"Yes, we have something to discuss."
Unfortunately fireworks is still pretty fucked up on my computer so i will be posting word only updates until further notice
Also, the dashes indicate a small amount of time passing, between an hour and a day. It is now early nighttime.
What do you wish to discuss with me Captain?
I know of your power
W-what power, I dont know what your talking about.
My lord I know nothing of any-
Lamuel you test my patience, you can read people's minds, you know this, you can use it.
No, I can't-
YES YOU CAN! YOU LAMUEL ARE A WITCH!
no, no I didn't ever mean to hurt anyone with t-them! i never used them against the emperors will! p-please dont kill me!
hahahaha! You think I would kill you because you are better than the average pick of humanity?
Aye lamuel, what did you think I was, a crazed witch hunter, on a crusade to hunt down mutants or something? No, your powers are the same as mine.
But your powers have been sanctioned by Lord Magnus, and mine have not.
That is why I will train you, and then he will sanction them.
I once had a vision Lamuel. It was of you, though I knew not at the time. You were standing in front of the temple of the Corvidae, the Seers of time.
Well, I have done that in the past my lord, I have visited Prospero many times.
You were wearing the robes of an Initiate.
Wait, that's a rank in the legion.
You will become a son lamuel, very soon.
Kallista is lying on her bed when the pain comes, creeping into her skull, she knows she has only a few minutes to take the pills before she is beyond help.
She reaches desperately for the bottle, but it slips from her grasp and smashes on the floor, by that time it is too late and she has started to vent her powers.
She grabs a piece of paper and places it on her table, also grabs a stylus and places it on the paper.
She subconscously scribbles hundreds of words, the stylus breaks halfway through.
There are hundreds of words but they are all the same.
When she awakes Lamuel and Camille are there, comforting her.
Ahriman is there as well, looking at the paper. At the prophetic words;