[center][h2][color=9e0b0f]Pentious[/color][/h2][/center]

It was hard to describe the nature of events as a warp gate of unprecedented size was forcefully torn into reality without control or care within a system. 

The fickle and outlandish nature of events, alongside the scale of them in terms of sheer number, made recording and listing phenomena as they occurred on Pentious next to impossible. Black lightning tore across a frozen sea of pink and green as burning orange blood of three screaming damned rained down from above.

Outside of the forge cities, a literal storm of madness tore at the world like a ravenous beast that would have been the beautiful but terrible death knoll for many other worlds.

But Pentious was not other worlds. They have known the storm was coming well in advance and thus had prepared and hunkered down in cities that easily doubled as very literal defensive bunkers. Their preparations and void shields protected them from the bulk of the roaring tide that was pounding against them.

Weaknesses in the defences were found, allowing the madness to seep in. Rooms bled, gravity changed in places. Forge Delta found itself dealing with the ghost of the Waarrgh in a very literal manner as spectres of both human and greenskin long dead manifested to fight once more. 

These were just the physical signs through. Where madness could find purchase, it dug in as harshly and quickly as possible… and the favoured location to do so was the darkness within one’s mind. Despite precautions and the certainty of steel that augmented the minds of vast sways of the population, insanity of all varieties swept through the population at all rungs. 

Some afflictions were so minor or harmless as to have been considered comedic after the fact. They were the minority. Tech priests turned on their peers, ripping out their implants and augments out of a fanatical desire to ‘achieve perfection’. Servitors were literally possessed by murderous desire and did everything in their power to harm others. Cannibalism skyrocketed as families and friends turned on each other with gluttonous brutality. 

And all the while, Rik fought on. What phenomena that couldn’t be countered was isolated. Those lost to insanity were restrained or put down as the situation warranted it. What chaos and madness that the storm tried to inflict was met with control and order, with Rik simply being the noticeable bastion against this shadow of Old Night.

Then it ended.

The storm came to a close, its fury spent as reality and sanity imposed themselves once more. Alas, the final tally of lives destroyed or lost would not stabilise until days later; Those afflicted with strange melodies or finally succumbing to wounds they proved fatal were among the dead, but the saddest were the suicides. 

More then one person awoke from the bout of imposed madness to find themselves in a living nightmare due to the actions of their flesh when they weren’t of sound mind… and more then one couldn’t bring themselves to live with the result.

The damage was done, the blood had been shed and countless personal tragedies and horror stories had destroyed or ruined lives. But with the storm passed it was time to rebuild. And the next stage of Rik’s plan was at hand.