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Always tired all the time.
I have a habit of joining rp's that never start.

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Nihlus
"I have received no communication from the Triarian Collective and know of no deal but our own. The cultist bodies will be adequate for now but more may be required at a later date. Shall we shake on it?" Nihlus asked.

Station
Warmaster Finch let lose yet another laugh. "You humor me greatly officer. And souls are worth something in the Immaterium, and the spoils of war would also be ours for the claiming I assume? This deal has possibilities. " Finch beamed.
Nihlus
Nihlus smiled deepened "These terms are acceptable but on one condition, The equestrians must provide host bodies of suitable power for Plague and this other Daemon you claim to hold. You'll also tell me it's name."

Station
Warmaster Finch laughed even harder "This is rich, you must be desperate to come to us for help... but none the less your offer intrigues me. What can the collective offer us besides a bit of fun? Ships? Technology? Slaves?

Warp Space
The Daemon Primarch Voldarus sat upon His throne of corpses. Something had appeared in the material universe that seethed with energy. Energy that could be harvested by those with the gift to do so.
The Station
Warmaster Finch laughed deeply into the Vox Caster "It is good to see you to my friend." Finch said with a hint of mockery.

Nihlus
Nihlus grinned "Agreed." He said with a chuckle.
Nihlus
Nihlus laughed "I have already set my weapon aside what more do you wish of me." The Daemon mocked.

Warp Space
Warmaster Finch of the Night Lords sat brooding as the cultists scuttled before him "Master we have received a communication from the Triarian Collective, they wish to speak with us at the station we destroyed. "

Finch laughed "Set a course for the station, let us hear their proposal."
Nihlus smiled as he was surrounded. He layed his rune blade aside with care and looked up at the equestrians now encircling him.

His Helmets eyes pulsed a deep purple as he spoke, his voice distorted by the vox caster.

"Greetings, I am Lord Nihlus of the Night Lords, Daemon of Tzeench. To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing. " Nihlus smiled behind his mask as he let the truth about his Daemonic origin be known.
Sorry to hear you are leaving us good sir.

I think his lands should be divided up fairly or simply become neutral land. Not go to just one person.
Lord Finch of Numburg sat looking at the parchment.

The one thing Finch had feared more than anything had finally happened, the Numburg economy along with the rest of the world for that matter had crashed.

Finch sat puzzling for a long time, when finally it struck him. How could he have overlooked it before. The government still had more than enough money to support itself and so it would begin to support those who couldn't in these hard times as well.

Finch called over the young lieutenant who had been charged as his adjutant.

"This shall be our defining moment, the poor if Numburg shall beg for food no longer. See to it that soup kitchens are opened to feed them, and make sure they are given clothes to wear as well. If they have no shelter we shall give each family a large tent. The encamped rebels will be starving as well, see to it that they are fed and given fresh water." Finch said continuing to read the parchment.

"Sorry sir but you want us to feed the starving rebels?" The lieutenant asked in confusion.

"Yes lieutenant, that is exactly what I want you to do. How can we ever expect to have a unified Prussia if the citizenry is never cared for, and that includes rebels... If nothing else it will make them think twice about about being rebels." Finch said frowning.

"Very well Lord Finch I shall see to these tasks immediately." The lieutenant said with a salute as he departed.

This was going to be an expensive project and Numburg will for starters spend 1 Billion Franks on the project.
The Equestrian Cultists had been worshipping for days, it was a wonder they were not caught in the first place. They had stabilized the warp portal just long enough for a single being to enter real space.

Lord Nihlus of the Night Lords flexed his new fist. He hadn't quite settled into his new body yet. The body of an adaptus astartes did take some getting used to.

The hulking figure took to the streets in full power armour, his Daemon blade seemed to absorb all light surrounding it in a curious manner. His armour was deep blue and black, his helmet had a scull engraved on the front and he wore a clock made entirely of crow feathers. An intimidating figure to say the least.

Nihlus made no attempt to hide from the equestrians laughing at those who fled from him in terror. He had come to talk after all and had no ambitions if killing anyone... or at least not yet.
((Yep I also didn't use my power against you either all Nihlus did was try to be intimidating, it's power as in authority.))

Now that the suppression field was down the dreadnought immediately started it's warp drives and opened a portal, equestrian fire began battering the already damaged ship. But there was an upside to this. The fire created a perfect cover for them to escape by.

For anyone viewing the destruction they would have thought the Chaos vessel obliterated.
"Actually that will not be the case, I attempted diplomacy with you but apparently you'll not have it. So! You are going to lower this shield and escort us to your Capital or I swear to you that you will be destroyed in the worst was imaginable. Do you want to be diplomatic or so you want to die?" Nihlus asked, a hint of his power seeping into his voice.
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