Post by Gamma on Apr 7, 2008 5:46:58 GMT -5
this is chaos History for some one to read
Origins of the Chaos
Note*this doesn’t include the origin of their dark god, as this is not yet known to us.
The coming of the underworld
When the Spell Caster Argbarea, who was powerful in the arcane arts though not as loyal or wise as he should have been, discovered a new realm belonging to the spirits of the dead all he saw there was the power that could be attained from it and promptly set about trying to open a dark portal to this realm, seeking creatures and powers to take and control. This realm proved difficult to breach and after years of study Argbarea found that portals to this realm could only be opened with a unique sacrifice of 5 people’s souls, not blood as he was previously using. Upon realizing this he rushed to find a place were he could make this unusual sacrifice, away from prying eyes, determined to be the first to tap into this great new power source. He built a dark temple in the Strond Valley, a gateway that enabled him to control the dark portal he would open and any creature that might come out.
But a small force of men at arms led the Knights Errant Leigh of the Imperial Realm discovered this temple after fleeing from an Ork raid on their camp. Leigh the Knights Errant now in charge of this small band of deserters realized the heretical actions of the Spell Caster and prepared to destroy the temple and kill the soon to be necromancer inside to prove his valor and regain his men’s honor. Argbarea was ready to open the dark portal when Leigh, seeing the Spell Caster distracted, attacked. Leigh’s men surprised the Spell Caster and damaged the gateway designed to control the dark portal while Leigh himself struck down the necromancer when Argbarea was about to sacrifice the 5th soul.
But the spell was already cast, with the spirit of Argbarea making the 5th sacrifice needed to open the dark portal to this new, unknown Realm. And with the gateway destroyed the creatures that emerged had no one capable of controlling them. Unsure what was happening Leigh watched as a strange creature came from this new portal. It appeared almost human in form, dressed in a black cloak it’s head and hands hidden from view. The only thing that proved to Leigh that it wasn’t human was the fact that it appeared to be floating a foot off the ground! Realizing that this was a heretical creature somehow brought by the necromancer he lunged forward with his sword. But not fast enough as the shadowy being swerved to the side, 3 short, black blades flashing across Leigh’s chest, killing him. More of these beings, and other’s beside, all looking like compressed shadows of different shapes seemed to pour forth from the portal killing the men at arms as they fled. Only Newman, the only veteran in the force, survived by hiding up a tree near the ruined temple. Newman watched horrified as his fellow troops were slaughtered without mercy or care.
The creatures were milling about, appearing unsure as to what to do for hours on end never straying to far from the portal where creatures were still coming out every 5 min or so when suddenly a new creature came from the portals depths. The new creature surprised Newman, as it was the only being so far to have colors other then black on it’s body. It had looked like the head and torso of a human, but from the hips down it was an enormous snake, at least 7 feet tall. It was completely white with black streaks along it’s back and in place of hands it possessed 2 long, jagged, red blades. All the shadow being immediately stopped and faced the white one. It was clearly a leader of some sort. A low deep voice seemed to emanate from the white one, speaking in a language the Newman never heard before. When the talking stopped the shadow being began forming up into massive ranks. There must have been more then 1000 of them!
Then suddenly the dark portal began to close, consuming itself after all this time. The White one began to speak again sounding alarmed, afraid even. And the neat ranks of shadow being fell apart as some beings fled back into the portal while others headed toward the corpses of his men at arms. Looking down at one of the human looking beings he saw it place one of it’s 3 blades that made it’s hands on the comrades dead forehead. A black symbol etched itself on the dead man’s forehead and the shadow being disappeared. Falling into the corpses body. Black smoke pored from the body’s wounds. When it stopped the wounds were gone without a blemish and, before Newman’s eyes, his dead friend got up his eyes glowing white, the symbol clear on his forehead. The newly returned soldier joined the others that had been treated similarly. Suddenly the dark portal closed and all the shadow beings screeched and writhed on the ground before vanishing. All that were left were the men Newman now realized were possessed and the white one standing next to the now closed portal. The white one turned to the possessed men and spoke English with that deep, soft voice. “We are not safe here, they will track us. We move out and open another black window to collect more hosts before revealing ourselves. Lets go!”
Hours later when the sun went down Newman stumbled out of the tree now convinced they were long gone. He had information the Empire needs to know. He looked at the stars to gain his bearing and set off toward civilization.
Discovery by the Imperial Realm
When Newman finally made it back to the empire he told his superior all he had seen. Not believing him the captain placed Newman in jail and called for an Inquisitor to check if Newman was possessed. That night shadowy being attacked a small village killing all and taking the bodies. By the time the night watcher’s alarm was answered the beings had fled. When the Inquisitor arrived Newman was placed into his custody and was sent to inspect the village. During his inspection a survivor was found. The woman had imprisoned one of the possessed men by locking him in the cellar and when the Inquisitor caught the man he was promptly taken into interrogation. The possessed man proved talkative and told the inquisitor all he wanted to know. The Empire learned that the newly called ‘wraiths’ could only survive as long as the dark portal they come from unless they ‘inhume’ a sentiment being. A process that involves creating a small dark portal in the frontal lobes of the brain of the recently dead in which a wraith can inhabit. The only exception to this rule was the White One who lead the army and the Whisperers who could cast the wraiths spells.
The Wraith’s serve the Dark God
Upon learning the weakness of wraiths in their dark portals the Inquisitor gathered his men and called for some of the Knights of the Empire to assist him. When they arrived they began the attack on the Wraith’s, destroying their portals before enough reinforcements could arrive. When the white one was slain in combat and the final portal left closed a band of Whisperers leading hundreds of inhumed men fled back into the Strond Valley and, realizing the weakness of their limited time in our realm, gathered their followers and cast what is said to be the greatest spell ever produced. They rebuilt the temple of Argbarea and then sacrificed all of the inhumed humans they had, drinking their blood to fortify themselves for what was coming. With this Blood sacrifice of the already dead the Whisperers called on their Dark God of Pain Harkfall to take them back along the warp to their realm. The Whisperers then opened a portal unlike all their previous ones. While the dark portals traveled directly to their shadowy home and required the White One and little else the portal opened here was the first of it’s kind, born from the 194 sacrificed and opened directly into the screaming maelstrom of the warp.
But it was not enough. The Whisperers were forced into the portal’s gaping moor and Harkfall entered the world as the portal shut. Weakened from opening the portal and little more then a ghost he fled, attempting to rebuild the vast amount of energy required to return to the warp. The Whisperers on the other hand, now without a guide, became lost in the confusion of the warp. It’s very essence tearing at their souls, tormenting and mutating them.
The appearance of Chaos
Many years later in the vast burning deserts of the west a mysterious storm gathered. With no rain clouds gathered black as night with purple lightning flashing across the sky. No wind blew but the air screamed at itself and at the storms center a deep rumble was heard as the very sky split and light flashed overhead. A storm, contaminated with the warp, had allowed Harkfall’s body to return to the warp, while leaving his thought to corrupt and distort others. In his place several frightening creatures emerged. They were whisperers, though you couldn’t tell by looking. They were tall man shaped beings, blood red with wings out their back and horn’s on their head. The Warp changed them into the demons we know today.
A roving desert tribe witnessed this event and though some fled, telling the empire what had happened most found the voice whispering the power available to them now enticing and gathered around the demons, praising Harkfall for allowing them power. The demons raised their heads and roared to the sky. Chaos was born. The rest, they say, is history.
Report compiled by historian Steven Thomas for Inquisitor Markavius to use in his research of demon weaknesses.
Origins of the Chaos
Note*this doesn’t include the origin of their dark god, as this is not yet known to us.
The coming of the underworld
When the Spell Caster Argbarea, who was powerful in the arcane arts though not as loyal or wise as he should have been, discovered a new realm belonging to the spirits of the dead all he saw there was the power that could be attained from it and promptly set about trying to open a dark portal to this realm, seeking creatures and powers to take and control. This realm proved difficult to breach and after years of study Argbarea found that portals to this realm could only be opened with a unique sacrifice of 5 people’s souls, not blood as he was previously using. Upon realizing this he rushed to find a place were he could make this unusual sacrifice, away from prying eyes, determined to be the first to tap into this great new power source. He built a dark temple in the Strond Valley, a gateway that enabled him to control the dark portal he would open and any creature that might come out.
But a small force of men at arms led the Knights Errant Leigh of the Imperial Realm discovered this temple after fleeing from an Ork raid on their camp. Leigh the Knights Errant now in charge of this small band of deserters realized the heretical actions of the Spell Caster and prepared to destroy the temple and kill the soon to be necromancer inside to prove his valor and regain his men’s honor. Argbarea was ready to open the dark portal when Leigh, seeing the Spell Caster distracted, attacked. Leigh’s men surprised the Spell Caster and damaged the gateway designed to control the dark portal while Leigh himself struck down the necromancer when Argbarea was about to sacrifice the 5th soul.
But the spell was already cast, with the spirit of Argbarea making the 5th sacrifice needed to open the dark portal to this new, unknown Realm. And with the gateway destroyed the creatures that emerged had no one capable of controlling them. Unsure what was happening Leigh watched as a strange creature came from this new portal. It appeared almost human in form, dressed in a black cloak it’s head and hands hidden from view. The only thing that proved to Leigh that it wasn’t human was the fact that it appeared to be floating a foot off the ground! Realizing that this was a heretical creature somehow brought by the necromancer he lunged forward with his sword. But not fast enough as the shadowy being swerved to the side, 3 short, black blades flashing across Leigh’s chest, killing him. More of these beings, and other’s beside, all looking like compressed shadows of different shapes seemed to pour forth from the portal killing the men at arms as they fled. Only Newman, the only veteran in the force, survived by hiding up a tree near the ruined temple. Newman watched horrified as his fellow troops were slaughtered without mercy or care.
The creatures were milling about, appearing unsure as to what to do for hours on end never straying to far from the portal where creatures were still coming out every 5 min or so when suddenly a new creature came from the portals depths. The new creature surprised Newman, as it was the only being so far to have colors other then black on it’s body. It had looked like the head and torso of a human, but from the hips down it was an enormous snake, at least 7 feet tall. It was completely white with black streaks along it’s back and in place of hands it possessed 2 long, jagged, red blades. All the shadow being immediately stopped and faced the white one. It was clearly a leader of some sort. A low deep voice seemed to emanate from the white one, speaking in a language the Newman never heard before. When the talking stopped the shadow being began forming up into massive ranks. There must have been more then 1000 of them!
Then suddenly the dark portal began to close, consuming itself after all this time. The White one began to speak again sounding alarmed, afraid even. And the neat ranks of shadow being fell apart as some beings fled back into the portal while others headed toward the corpses of his men at arms. Looking down at one of the human looking beings he saw it place one of it’s 3 blades that made it’s hands on the comrades dead forehead. A black symbol etched itself on the dead man’s forehead and the shadow being disappeared. Falling into the corpses body. Black smoke pored from the body’s wounds. When it stopped the wounds were gone without a blemish and, before Newman’s eyes, his dead friend got up his eyes glowing white, the symbol clear on his forehead. The newly returned soldier joined the others that had been treated similarly. Suddenly the dark portal closed and all the shadow beings screeched and writhed on the ground before vanishing. All that were left were the men Newman now realized were possessed and the white one standing next to the now closed portal. The white one turned to the possessed men and spoke English with that deep, soft voice. “We are not safe here, they will track us. We move out and open another black window to collect more hosts before revealing ourselves. Lets go!”
Hours later when the sun went down Newman stumbled out of the tree now convinced they were long gone. He had information the Empire needs to know. He looked at the stars to gain his bearing and set off toward civilization.
Discovery by the Imperial Realm
When Newman finally made it back to the empire he told his superior all he had seen. Not believing him the captain placed Newman in jail and called for an Inquisitor to check if Newman was possessed. That night shadowy being attacked a small village killing all and taking the bodies. By the time the night watcher’s alarm was answered the beings had fled. When the Inquisitor arrived Newman was placed into his custody and was sent to inspect the village. During his inspection a survivor was found. The woman had imprisoned one of the possessed men by locking him in the cellar and when the Inquisitor caught the man he was promptly taken into interrogation. The possessed man proved talkative and told the inquisitor all he wanted to know. The Empire learned that the newly called ‘wraiths’ could only survive as long as the dark portal they come from unless they ‘inhume’ a sentiment being. A process that involves creating a small dark portal in the frontal lobes of the brain of the recently dead in which a wraith can inhabit. The only exception to this rule was the White One who lead the army and the Whisperers who could cast the wraiths spells.
The Wraith’s serve the Dark God
Upon learning the weakness of wraiths in their dark portals the Inquisitor gathered his men and called for some of the Knights of the Empire to assist him. When they arrived they began the attack on the Wraith’s, destroying their portals before enough reinforcements could arrive. When the white one was slain in combat and the final portal left closed a band of Whisperers leading hundreds of inhumed men fled back into the Strond Valley and, realizing the weakness of their limited time in our realm, gathered their followers and cast what is said to be the greatest spell ever produced. They rebuilt the temple of Argbarea and then sacrificed all of the inhumed humans they had, drinking their blood to fortify themselves for what was coming. With this Blood sacrifice of the already dead the Whisperers called on their Dark God of Pain Harkfall to take them back along the warp to their realm. The Whisperers then opened a portal unlike all their previous ones. While the dark portals traveled directly to their shadowy home and required the White One and little else the portal opened here was the first of it’s kind, born from the 194 sacrificed and opened directly into the screaming maelstrom of the warp.
But it was not enough. The Whisperers were forced into the portal’s gaping moor and Harkfall entered the world as the portal shut. Weakened from opening the portal and little more then a ghost he fled, attempting to rebuild the vast amount of energy required to return to the warp. The Whisperers on the other hand, now without a guide, became lost in the confusion of the warp. It’s very essence tearing at their souls, tormenting and mutating them.
The appearance of Chaos
Many years later in the vast burning deserts of the west a mysterious storm gathered. With no rain clouds gathered black as night with purple lightning flashing across the sky. No wind blew but the air screamed at itself and at the storms center a deep rumble was heard as the very sky split and light flashed overhead. A storm, contaminated with the warp, had allowed Harkfall’s body to return to the warp, while leaving his thought to corrupt and distort others. In his place several frightening creatures emerged. They were whisperers, though you couldn’t tell by looking. They were tall man shaped beings, blood red with wings out their back and horn’s on their head. The Warp changed them into the demons we know today.
A roving desert tribe witnessed this event and though some fled, telling the empire what had happened most found the voice whispering the power available to them now enticing and gathered around the demons, praising Harkfall for allowing them power. The demons raised their heads and roared to the sky. Chaos was born. The rest, they say, is history.
Report compiled by historian Steven Thomas for Inquisitor Markavius to use in his research of demon weaknesses.