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Tales of Azeroth: Flames of Chaos

Duskwood

In the end, with the assistance and guidance of the Master and the Lich King briefly glancing towards the Duskwood, two candidates (outside of Bautic himself) stood out as deeply connected enough to the powers of necromancy to attempt ascension to lichdom.

One was actively hiding their position, but they were somewhere in the western part of the wood…

Finding that one was going to prove tricky, because alongside the measures they had taken to hide themselves from the dead, the shadow of the second prospect helped cover them like a blanket.

Morbent Fel. Necromancer lord of the Ravenhill Cemetery and ally of some of the last guardian’s undead pets. His ties to the latter group was concerning; Fel hadn’t come to necromancy via the Lich King, but due to his own ambitions and agents of the burning legion.

And yet, despite this, he was still a power of the region and getting him onside would provide a strong, his untrustworthy ally. It would also allow access to the cemetery and its resources, alongside the ability to have living agents openly walk around without being attacked by the dead and making locating prospect number 2 a great deal easier.

And so it was that Bautic would send an opening message of greeting to Morbent Fel, using an undead bird as a carrier. They had some things to discuss.

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

Forge-Alpha

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

In the intimidate aftermath of what could only be the direct, divine intervention of the Omnissiah itself, it was as if a great weight had lifted from the atmosphere of Forge-Alpha. In part this was metaphorical in the sense that death was no longer hanging over the forge and everyone inside of it, but there was a literal element to it was well: Orks generally weigh a lot individually and a great deal of the greenskinned xenos bastards had ceased to exist in a very short amount of time.

While Forge-Alpha currently wasn't celebrating the surprise victory and the death of its long hated enemy, this was due to the fact that there was a lot to do and suddenly time to do it in, what with not being dead and everything. The impact explosion had largely missed the Forge complex, but some of the outer defenses had been damaged, alongside some servitors and tech-thralls that had been positioned in the area that now needed to either be patched up or recycled for parts if they were too badly damaged. Jobs and maintenance for the Forge in general that had been put on hold now needed to be attended to.

Outside, squads of skitarii were stalking the areas around the impact zone on a seek and destroy mission for any ork or greenskinned related that was still alive. Logically, this operation should have been a waste of time but experience had shown time and again that Orks didn't really understand logic and were generally too stupid to realize that something should have killed them. The Skitarii were calulated and professional of course, but their handlers could tell in their communications that there was a vindictive joy in their solders at being able to give any greenskin they came across a remedial lesson on 'dying'. So far two shell shocked orks had been properly educated and the tracks of a third were being followed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

One of the first tasks to be taken was to send out a salvage crew in order to locate and see what could be recovered of the object that had offered them deliverance from the greenskin. The footage that had been sent back by the tragically destroyed servoskull was evidence enough that it was a man made object in nature and if any of it survived the crash then it was their intention to enshrine it as a holy relic.

The salvage team had not been expecting to find the pod mostly intact... or the badly hurt, screaming child within.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

So it was that the Metasurgeon stood in their medical bay, gazing with utter fascination at the child that had been pulled from the pod. The tests she had run on the infant had revealed a masterwork of genetic engineering with base materials of such fine value that her machines were simply not up to the task of identifying them properly. As a genetor it was truly humbling to bare witness to what was clearly the best and brightest of humanity and its knowledge dedicated to the act of creating a physically perfect human being...

...And to see that work marred and damaged so badly broke her heart, almost as much as the fact that her patient was barely a toddler.

Early reports on the pod that had contained the child, which she was keeping tabs on as they were updated, revealed that while the majority of the pod had survived the crash landing, it had been damaged in the process. It was unclear if it was caused by the angle of decent combined with the speed of entry, if it was some flaw in the other masterfully craft pod that had only been revealed due to the extreme conditions of entering atmosphere and smashing into a planet... or the third and horrifying theory that the damage was some final laugh from the dead Warboss Kracker'Laker, who's dense skull might not have been enough to make him an unmovable object but might have still damaged the unstoppable force that hit him.

Regardless of the cause of the critical damage, the machine spirits of the Pod had acted to safe guard their charge swiftly and effectively. Without the measures it took, even such a genetically enhanced child like this wouldn't have survived. Unfortunately, it hadn't been enough to stop a considerable amount of harm to be inflicted on the child to the point where her calculations on the matter clearly stated that if the child hadn't been as amazingly genetically crafted as they were, they would be dead.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The damage they had endured was intense. The left leg had been gone with just a tiny, burned stub near the hip remaining, while the right leg had suffered such terrible sixth degree burns throughout that it had just been dead weight that was draining both his patient and her resources and threatening the child's life. She had been forced to amputate it at the knee in order to stabilize the situation. The left hand was gone, having been cut off as the pod's internal shielding had kicked in to try and shield its charge from harm and their hand was considered an acceptable loss considering the damage that would have occurred if it hadn't.

There were also a degree of other burns covering the child's body; A result of a terrible moment of exposure to the forces outside of the pod as it failed before the internal systems snapped into action. The worst was a fourth degree burn running along his belly, but it and the lesser burns that covered a great deal of his remaining flesh were manageable.

Recovery was going to take a great deal of time and she didn't know how the damage of the child's arrival would effect his growth and development but... he would recover from this, she had no doubt. He would also need mechanical replacements and enhancements; Considering the degree his genetic engineering, it seemed like a crime to even think such things but... they simply didn't have the resources or know-how to recreate the pieces of his body that were lost.

But she watched as the boy hung suspended in a fluid designed to keep his burns clean and speed the recovery of the lesser burns as the skin grafts were being grown from his dna, she couldn't help but listen to the study, strong heartbeat of the sedated child on the monitors. There was something... reassuring about it.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

@Dark Cloud

To say that Grindan was confused by the request that his liege had made would be an understatement. "...I'm sorry, did you just ask me to hunt down and kill the mythical, immortal forest children? The fairy tale stories that live deep in the depths of the magical, cursed forest in which Hyrulians go in, get lost and never return?" The executioner had heard stories of the southern woods. Any Hyrulian would have. For the first time in the long history of Grindan and Ganondorf knowing each other, Grindan looked... uneasy about something. Almost afraid.

"Look... I respect the vote of confidence, but I don't have access to the raw magical power that you do... or magic at all. If a strong arm and a solid axe was all it would take to defeat that forest, it would have been kindling years ago. I'm not saying that I won't try to do it, but unless you have the ability to teach me how to bypass or overcome the enchantments of the forest not much is going to come of the attempt."

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

Forge-Alpha

They had done the calculations. Gone through every possible scenario with the data and information that they had access too... and even ran a few 'What if' scenarios on top of that if the search for anything that might change the outcome that they kept reaching. Defeat=Certain no matter what they tried, provided that 'Defeat' stood for the continued free existence of humanity on the planet of Pentious.

Even with the most generous of calculations, the death of Target: Warboss Kracker'Laker would cause a period of infighting among the remaining greenskins, but the greenskins conquest had already gained enough momentum that a new Warboss would simply come to power before the infighting reached the critical mass to break the Orkish force up. It would buy time but... nowhere near enough for them to recover enough to change their outcome.

Once human survival was removed as a requirement through, the situation started to look a bit less grim... for a given value of grim.

So it was that Arch-Explorator Gifonadis Friedeg found himself standing before the core of the final human held Forge on Pentious. Once, it had been the heart of the capital ship of their fleet before it had been repurposed to give life to a new bastion of technology and scientific progress. Now, he performed the rites that would cause it to consume everything that himself, his loved ones and friends had worked so hard over the years to build as it died forever.

Even as he performed the Rites, Gifonadis felt the need to suppress his emotions to a more manageable level; It would be an insult to his peers if he messed up the process by not being professional enough to avoid slipping up something this important due to being overwhelmed by his emotions. Yet... he allowed himself to feel them all the same, even if in their suppressed form. It felt... right to acknowledge them in what was likely going to be his final hours.

The Greenskins had not yet began their final assault. Sensors indicated that they were celebrating the battle to come in order to boost their already high morale. But if the fall of Forges Gamma and Delta had taught anything, it was that the rites of self destruction took time in order to be properly initiated.

In the case of Forge Gamma, it's loss held a more personal pain then most. Forge Delta hadn't been finished when the Orkish tide struck, but Forge Gamma had been... and because of that fact, Arch-Magos Cykand van Ci's faith in the power of human technology to stand against the xeno tide caused him to insist that the Forge Gamma could be held. That the Orks could be broken against the bastion and driven from the world. Cykand had always been an inspiring figure as the original leader of Explorator Fleet XXXIV and his unshakeable conviction that the Orks could be defeated had been something to rally behind...

It was such a shame that his faith ended up being misplaced in the end. By the time his leader had discovered this harsh truth, it had been too late to fully perform the Rites of Self Destruction. Granted, the damage he was able to do in the short time he had almost certainly brought them a number of decades, but even now the ruined Forge Gamma had been twisted and brought back to 'life' in a mockery of the Omnissiah's vision and will by the vile greenskins. Forge Alpha would not suffer the same fate.

In different parts of Forge Alpha, Archmagos Prime BH-885 was overseeing the final preparations for the battle to come. What remained of the skitarii that had endured the long war with the greenskins were performing final rites of maintenance on their gear while the surviving Enginseers and Myrmidons made peace with the Omnissiah in their own ways as they prepared for what was going to be their final stand. The remaining machines of war were being awoken for one last fight as the tech-thralls were being positioned to meet the greentide first when they charged the defenses and soak up both the charge and bullets.

The battle plan, such as it was, required fighting the Orks for every inch of ground. They would bleed the greenskins dry and when, at last, the Orks began overrunning the Forge, Gifonadis would complete the final part of the Rite and take as many of the xenos with them as possible. Since the Warboss and some many of his bigger orks were committed to this battle, the hope was that as many of them as possible would be caught in the blast and wiped from existence, cutting the head off a depleted horde and causing their forces to splinter and fight each other rather then press on to attack other planets.

A black box had been prepared and hidden away from Forge Alpha that would transmit a signal should another Explorator Fleet arrive. A history of their Fleet, their forgeworld... and why it was cut short. Gifonadis could only have faith that it would one day be found and their story known to Mars. It would be a disservice to those from his fleet that had died during this campaign and those who had taken up the mantle in their absence if their names and deeds were completely lost to history.

Thoughts of his friends and peers caused Gifonadis to reflect on his suppressed emotions, even as his body continued the process of the Rite. Sorrow was consistant, as being the last living techpriest from Explorator Fleet XXXIV meant that there was a lot of memories of loss to process. Friends, peers and loved ones who had given their all to get to them this far, both prior and after planetfall... only for it to not be enough in the end. Bittersweet memories surfaced from the pools of sadness and Gifonadis took what comfort from them he could.

Rage was also competing for his attention. An unending fury at the lives lost, their mission compromised and their works being taken and twisted by the brutish, stupid half fungi creatures that were called greenskins. It was insulting that the bane of Pentious was an ork with the utterly stupid name of Kracker'Laker. The only balm was that if all went well, he would die with Forge-Alpha and no planet would ever again suffer the indignity of being victim to Warboss Kracker'Laker again.

And this was the moment in which the Forge itself seemed to shake as something big impacted... somewhere.

For a moment, pure terror gripped Gifonadis's heart and tempted him to trigger the destruction of the Forge... but logic and reason managed to restrain him as he opened the vox channel to the Archmagos. "[What is going on up there?!]" He barked in binary.

"[Trying to work that out.]" The much younger BH-885 answered back. "[We're getting mixed reports but...]" There was a pause of four seconds. To a normal human this would be something to note, but for the speeds at which the followers of the Omnissiah could share information it was a literal lifetime and a matter of great concern. "[...You're not going to believe this.]"

...........................................................

The final moments of Warboss Kracker'Laker were, in fact, captured by a servoskull that was spying on the orkish war camp to alert Forge-Alpha when the assault would begin. While the skull itself would be destroyed, the footage was recorded and kept both for important historical reasons... and because it was hilarious for those who had endured the horrors of the Warboss for years.

The footage starts with Warboss Kracker'Laker seated at the center of the orkish festivities when an Ork whose name was unknown but its appearance suggested that it was an orkish psyker (or 'Weirdboy') of some age due to its size. The start of the conversation is lost due to distance and the general noise of orks, but both those problems disappear as the Warboss suddenly slammed down a fist onto his table, shattering it as he shouted "W'AT DID YOU JUST SAYS TO ME?!"

While the other orks were stunned into silence by their suddenly loud and angry boss, the pskyer ork didn't seem phased in the slightest. "I SAID, YOU DEAF GROT, TAT WE JUST HAD A VIZION OF YOUR IMMPENDING DEFEAT! TAT STAR IN THE SKY-" and there was a pointed gesture skyward "-IS A OMEN OF YOUR DEAT'!"

As the Warboss rose to his intimidating size to clearly beat the living shit out of the orkish psyker, one of the bigger orks (or a 'Nob' as they are called by their own kind) was looking towards where the Psyker had pointed before saying loud enough to be heard in the silence "...Is it just me or is tat star ting getting bigger?"

In the four remaining seconds of footage, all the orks in view look skywards... before a bright, burning light enters sight and the footage ends. Slowing down the footage and using techniques to clean it up/dim the brightness of the light, it is possible to see what is clearly some kind of advanced, man made pod enter the line of sight of the servoskull, wrapped in the flames of reentry. One can also see the dumbfounded look on Warboss Kracker'Laker's face as it slammed directly into his head, taking it off before impact ends the footage.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Primarch Rik Uixien

Name:
Archmagos Prime Rik Uixien.

Alternative Titles:
Myrmidax Rik Uixien.
Avatar of Destruction.
Primarch of the Eighth.
The Lightbringer.

Legion:
VIII.

Homeworld:
Pentious was not the planned final stop for Explorator Fleet XXXIV.

By all accounts the planet shouldn't have existed at all! The system it was found in actually had some surviving records from prior to the age of strife and there simply hadn't been enough raw material for a new planet to form, let alone develop in the time frame from the start of the Age of Strife to the arrival of the Explorator fleet from Mars... and yet Pentious was there. It had only recently formed its first oceans and hadn't even developed the basic building blocks of life yet, let alone a breathable atmosphere... but while it was largely barren apart from its volcanic activity and its newly developed bodies of water, it was loaded with mineral wealth.

Despite their misgivings about a world that had somehow gone through the process of hundreds of millions of years required to not only form but actually develop into a somewhat stable world in a matter of mere millennia at best, they didn't really have a whole lot of options due to the damage they had endured during transit in the warp and Pentious was almost picture perfect to convert into a Forgeworld of their own.

So they landed. Mining began for raw materials, settlements and forges were built that were air tight in order to protect from the 'air' outside and early terraforming was started with the intention of changing that fact: While Pentious was planned from the get go to become a Forgeworld and thus become highly polluted by industry, it was felt that developing the atmosphere to at least be somewhat breathable to humans would make living on the world somewhat easier in the short to mid term, as well as make growing human edible foods somewhat easier.

Unfortunately, Pentious would not be uncontested for long. Roks under the command of the orkish Warboss Kracker'Laker appeared in system almost a century after the followers of the Machine Cult had arrived and started to put down the foundation of their world. Seeing the chance for battle, plunder and a world rich with metal to help fuel his Waargh!, Warboss Kracker'Laker turned his Roks towards the world and impacted with much fire and blood.

The defenders of the young Forgeworld were not unprepared for attack or invasion: While the Warboss was the first outside contact since planetfall, it had long been accepted as inevitable that something would turn up in order to try and either wipe them out or enslave them. They had even detected the invading Greenskins coming once they entered the system and were able to prepare. However, over the span of decades war raged between the brave defenders of the Machine Cult and the invading Orkish tide... and despite the technology that the former had access to, attrition favors the greenskin. Strongholds and lesser forges fell in battles that raged for years, until at last only the original forge built around the ships that had been forced to land on the planet remained.

The defenders knew they were doomed, but in a stoic, grim resolve that only those who embraced the illogical human desire to fight on despite logically being no chance at victory they planned to fight until the bitter end. That end looked certain as Warboss Kracker'Laker took to the field to lead the final assault personally.

But then, the Omnissiah intervened.

Psyker Grade:
Delta

Skills/Abilities:
Archmagos Prime:
Rik is a dedicated student of the Machine Cult and its teachings... to the point where he has risen to one of the highest ranks that the Mechanicum can offer. To reach the rank of Archmagos Prime is not an easy thing to do as it requires an understanding of technology and its secrets that few have the ability to comprehend, the ability to handle oneself in the political arena of ones Forgeworld and the military know-how to lead armies into battle, if not engage in combat oneself in one form or another.

Myrmidax:
While Rik has studied the ideals of different cults within the Mechanicum, it was the sub-cult of Myrmidon that captured his heart and mind. Embracing its ideals and beliefs to the point of becoming a Myrmidax, Rik is a weaponsmith of legendary ability. If it needs to inflict pain and death, no matter how difficult the task or how hard it is to make said target suffer pain and death, Rik can create it... and make full bloody use of it himself.

Pyromancer (Psyker):
Almost unsurprising, Rik's psyker abilities seem to naturally gravitate towards that of Pyromancy. Like any other weapon in his arsenal, Rik often makes use of it in order to invoke utter destruction on his foes. An interesting twist is his ability to infuse his flames with different kinds of radiation; While most enemies that Rik reduces to cinders might not have to worry about rad poisoning for long, destroying his target all the way down to the genetic level always seems to give Rik the best insight into the mysteries of the Omnissiah.


Appearance:
It is... difficult to describe Rik in a way that does him justice. At least not once he was fully grown and the full extent of his fusion with machinery began. To those who follow the teachings of the Omnissiah, to gaze upon the massive form of Primarch Uixien is to see the ideal fusion of machine and flesh in all its beautiful, powerful glory. The form itself changes on a semi-regular basis as machinery is swapped in and out in order to best deal with different situations, but the human skin that can be seen is a healthy looking Caucasian, his bewitching emerald eyes flickering with the sparks of psychic might that stirred up on occasion. His hair is... no longer there, but before he embraced the machine it was a lovely black color.

While all pieces of tech that makes up Rik's body can be changed around and different weapons equipped, two things remain consistant for the Primarch. The first is a rad furnace that is literally built itself his body, alongside the required shielding technologies to ensure that it doesn't affect the Primarch himself when he activates it in battle. The second is a pair of matching paragon blades that Rik personally wields into battle.

Concept:
The Emperor's Problem Solver. Because sometimes a wall of guns isn't enough to make sure a species or entity dies and stays dead and the Emperor cannot work on every such problem himself.

The Lightbringers

Legion Name:
The Lightbringers
The Eighth Legion

Associated Primach:
Rik Uixien

Concept:
The Emperor's Exterminators. While all of the Legions perform this task, the Lightbringers are meant to be sent in when more conventional methods of bringing death and destruction aren't quite cutting it... or in which something difficult has to be killed but the planet it is on cannot just be destroyed for whatever reason and thus a more creative solution needs to be found.

Without their Primarch, the Lightbringers are prone to defaulting to total and utter destruction of their target and the surrounding area. They're not stupid and can acknowledge that there are alternative methods to be employed as needed or when an objective needs to be taken that prevents total destruction of the area, but without the guidance of their Primarch they are simply prone to a more cautious 'Only way to make sure' kind of mindset that, while effective at dealing with whatever current threat they've been tasked to deal with, does tend to render the area worthless to the Imperium for the foreseeable future, if not longer.

From Ashes We Rise : The Imperium Is Born

Primarch Rik Uixien

Name:
Archmagos Prime Rik Uixien.

Alternative Titles:
Myrmidax Rik Uixien.
Avatar of Destruction.
Primarch of the Eighth.
The Lightbringer.

Legion:
VIII.

Homeworld:
Pentious was not the planned final stop for Explorator Fleet XXXIV.

By all accounts the planet shouldn't have existed at all! The system it was found in actually had some surviving records from prior to the age of strife and there simply hadn't been enough raw material for a new planet to form, let alone develop in the time frame from the start of the Age of Strife to the arrival of the Explorator fleet from Mars... and yet Pentious was there. It had only recently formed its first oceans and hadn't even developed the basic building blocks of life yet, let alone a breathable atmosphere... but while it was largely barren apart from its volcanic activity and its newly developed bodies of water, it was loaded with mineral wealth.

Despite their misgivings about a world that had somehow gone through the process of hundreds of millions of years required to not only form but actually develop into a somewhat stable world in a matter of mere millennia at best, they didn't really have a whole lot of options due to the damage they had endured during transit in the warp and Pentious was almost picture perfect to convert into a Forgeworld of their own.

So they landed. Mining began for raw materials, settlements and forges were built that were air tight in order to protect from the 'air' outside and early terraforming was started with the intention of changing that fact: While Pentious was planned from the get go to become a Forgeworld and thus become highly polluted by industry, it was felt that developing the atmosphere to at least be somewhat breathable to humans would make living on the world somewhat easier in the short to mid term, as well as make growing human edible foods somewhat easier.

Unfortunately, Pentious would not be uncontested for long. Roks under the command of the orkish Warboss Kracker'Laker appeared in system almost a century after the followers of the Machine Cult had arrived and started to put down the foundation of their world. Seeing the chance for battle, plunder and a world rich with metal to help fuel his Waargh!, Warboss Kracker'Laker turned his Roks towards the world and impacted with much fire and blood.

The defenders of the young Forgeworld were not unprepared for attack or invasion: While the Warboss was the first outside contact since planetfall, it had long been accepted as inevitable that something would turn up in order to try and either wipe them out or enslave them. They had even detected the invading Greenskins coming once they entered the system and were able to prepare. However, over the span of decades war raged between the brave defenders of the Machine Cult and the invading Orkish tide... and despite the technology that the former had access to, attrition favors the greenskin. Strongholds and lesser forges fell in battles that raged for years, until at last only the original forge built around the ships that had been forced to land on the planet remained.

The defenders knew they were doomed, but in a stoic, grim resolve that only those who embraced the illogical human desire to fight on despite logically being no chance at victory they planned to fight until the bitter end. That end looked certain as Warboss Kracker'Laker took to the field to lead the final assault personally.

But then, the Omnissiah intervened.

Psyker Grade:
Delta

Skills/Abilities:
Archmagos Prime:
Rik is a dedicated student of the Machine Cult and its teachings... to the point where he has risen to one of the highest ranks that the Mechanicum can offer. To reach the rank of Archmagos Prime is not an easy thing to do as it requires an understanding of technology and its secrets that few have the ability to comprehend, the ability to handle oneself in the political arena of ones Forgeworld and the military know-how to lead armies into battle, if not engage in combat oneself in one form or another.

Myrmidax:
While Rik has studied the ideals of different cults within the Mechanicum, it was the sub-cult of Myrmidon that captured his heart and mind. Embracing its ideals and beliefs to the point of becoming a Myrmidax, Rik is a weaponsmith of legendary ability. If it needs to inflict pain and death, no matter how difficult the task or how hard it is to make said target suffer pain and death, Rik can create it... and make full bloody use of it himself.

Pyromancer (Psyker):
Almost unsurprising, Rik's psyker abilities seem to naturally gravitate towards that of Pyromancy. Like any other weapon in his arsenal, Rik often makes use of it in order to invoke utter destruction on his foes. An interesting twist is his ability to infuse his flames with different kinds of radiation; While most enemies that Rik reduces to cinders might not have to worry about rad poisoning for long, destroying his target all the way down to the genetic level always seems to give Rik the best insight into the mysteries of the Omnissiah.


Appearance:
It is... difficult to describe Rik in a way that does him justice. At least not once he was fully grown and the full extent of his fusion with machinery began. To those who follow the teachings of the Omnissiah, to gaze upon the massive form of Primarch Uixien is to see the ideal fusion of machine and flesh in all its beautiful, powerful glory. The form itself changes on a semi-regular basis as machinery is swapped in and out in order to best deal with different situations, but the human skin that can be seen is a healthy looking Caucasian, his bewitching emerald eyes flickering with the sparks of psychic might that stirred up on occasion. His hair is... no longer there, but before he embraced the machine it was a lovely black color.

While all pieces of tech that makes up Rik's body can be changed around and different weapons equipped, two things remain consistant for the Primarch. The first is a rad furnace that is literally built itself his body, alongside the required shielding technologies to ensure that it doesn't affect the Primarch himself when he activates it in battle. The second is a pair of matching paragon blades that Rik personally wields into battle.

Concept:
The Emperor's Problem Solver. Because sometimes a wall of guns isn't enough to make sure a species or entity dies and stays dead and the Emperor cannot work on every such problem himself.

The Lightbringers

Legion Name:
The Lightbringers
The Eighth Legion

Associated Primach:
Rik Uixien

Concept:
The Emperor's Exterminators. While all of the Legions perform this task, the Lightbringers are meant to be sent in when more conventional methods of bringing death and destruction aren't quite cutting it... or in which something difficult has to be killed but the planet it is on cannot just be destroyed for whatever reason and thus a more creative solution needs to be found.

Without their Primarch, the Lightbringers are prone to defaulting to total and utter destruction of their target and the surrounding area. They're not stupid and can acknowledge that there are alternative methods to be employed as needed or when an objective needs to be taken that prevents total destruction of the area, but without the guidance of their Primarch they are simply prone to a more cautious 'Only way to make sure' kind of mindset that, while effective at dealing with whatever current threat they've been tasked to deal with, does tend to render the area worthless to the Imperium for the foreseeable future, if not longer.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

@Dark Cloud

A sigh escaped Grindan. This was a discussion they had gone through before and it was one they disagreed on. He understood the logic of what Ganondorf had said about the undead holding a purpose, Grindan's stance was that crushing them also served a purpose in solidifying Ganondorf's rule. "If you insist on letting the undead pests run loose, I'll oblige. But I warn that their presence does serve to make it harder for you to take advantage of the resources of your domain and can be viewed as the sign of a ruler too weak to maintain control over his own realm."

Some might have viewed what Grindan just said as disloyalty. That the king's word on the matter was final and that attempting to discuss the matter further was a sign of disrespect. The people who would think like that were, to Grindan, idiots and spineless worms unworthy of King Ganondorf's attention. Grindan would follow the commands of his liege, but it was his duty to point out some of the consequences of his decisions that may come up in the future to consider.

"At any rate. What would you have me do, your majesty?"

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

@Dark Cloud

Grindan respectfully bowed his head to his new king and long time friend. A small show of subservience and respect, but they both had better things to do then stand at ceremony or have him prostate himself on the ground. That sort of thing was for spineless lackeys like Ingo.

"Some of the wild Stalphos decided to commit suicide by attempting an assault on us." Grindan stated bluntly in regards to whatever delay may have occurred. "Little more then pests, but next time you don't have need of me I wouldn't mind taking some forces and either making them bend the knee to you or wipe them out. Such open hostility towards forces loyal to you can not be tolerated." In fairness, Grindan's views on the wild Stalphos had never quite been hidden; It was honestly a point of disquiet with the former King of Hyrule that instead of doing anything about the undead menace that had occupied the central heartlands of Hyrule, he had opted instead just to have the draw bridge closed at night and ignored them.

As for the report about the job he was sent out to do... "It did. Talon has had all claims to the Ranch voided." there was a brief pause, before he added "I decided to give Ingo something of a test of worth. The Ranch itself has been given to Talon's daughter Malon, with Ingo being caretaker of the Ranch and Malon's teacher of the business aspect of things until she is of age. If Ingo does a good job in this role I believe that between his administration abilities, personal ambition and fear of what would be done to him if he failed or displeased you, he would prove a suitable candidate to manage some of the land vacated by the parasites that were Hyrule's former nobility." There was a small shrug as he added "If he fails, then clearly he was too stupid to grasp the opportunity presented to him and we can just cut him loose."

Grindan fell silent as he waited to see how Ganondorf responded to this information.

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With the matter resolved, Grindan observed the situation as the sun started to rise properly for a moment... before with a gesture of his hand he signaled to the Stalphos that followed him to fall in as he turned towards the entrance of the Ranch and made a simple statement. "We're done here."

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