Plots and Prophecy
Magnus withdraws his power. Afflicting the psyker with portents of doom is child’s play, but lingering for too long risks drawing the attention of the Emperor and perhaps unravelling the intricate works behind the Imperium’s Crusade.
So Lorgar says. Magnus’ doubt has not lessened.
The Primarch of the Thousand Sons drifts back through the Warp, returning to the Crone World of the Eldar once more. There is a pause before he steps back through the portal to realspace, Lorgar’s attendants awaiting him as the Primarch of the Word Bearers meditated.
“Your message has been sent,” Magnus said. “Though such manipulations make me wonder why you’ve turned me into a glorified errand boy.”
“Only the greatest of psykers could hope to do this without risk of discovery, Magnus.” Lorgar replied, still not rising to face Magnus. “Truly, I thank you for your contributions. When all is set and done, your reward shall be far beyond even the shining halls of Prospero.” Magnus said nothing, watching as Lorgar finished his incantation and rose to face him. “The Tenth Gate rest within the path of the Great Devourer and the Emperor. When both have been fully committed, I shall advance the next stage of my plan.”
“And conducting a daemonic ritual beneath the Emperor’s nose is less likely to attract her attention?” Magnus asked.
“From a limited perspective of the Warp, yes.” Lorgar countered, giving Magnus an unpleasant smile. “Or did you think my discussion with you all those months ago meant nothing?”
“But coming from one that understands nothing of subtlety, you miss your true opportunity.” Both Magnus and Lorgar turned as a new figure approached. He was just barely taller than a regular Astartes, clad in blue and green armor untainted by the effects of the Warp.
“I thought I told you to leave.” Lorgar snapped, turning to face the newcomer. “I have no desire for your petty games, Alpharius.”
“You say that, but I know well enough that there is more than just the power of the Warp that you seek.” Alpharius replied, circling the two other Primarchs as he continued. “Even with the knowledge you have, the Emperor is not a target you can easily assail. There is a spark that follows after her, drawn by her knowledge of power. Ignore the spark, and it will consume all that you have planned.” Magnus raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing as Lorgar continued.
“There is nothing that I have not anticipated,” Lorgar said. “The Tyranids, the Orks, the forces of our brothers, all has moved to where I have commanded it to be. You would squander such intricate plans for what, a minor victory followed by crushing defeat?”
“You misinterpret my intentions, Lorgar.” Alpharius countered. “I come not to critique your ‘strategy’, but to offer knowledge of tools you may have forgotten.”
“What sort of tools?” Magnus asked.
“Well, it is good to see one among us still listens.” the Primarch of the Alpha Legion pulled something from the shadows, flipping it open to reveal a holographic display. “Deep within the bowels of the grand collection lies a blade of great power, one that can strike even the greatest of Man with a fatal blow.”
“An Anathame blade?” Magnus asked. “I had thought they were destroyed during the Heresy.”
“Most were, but one survived.” Alpharius looked to Lorgar. “You know the one I speak of. The one your minion stole to smite Horus and start the Long War.”
“That blade was lost when Fulgrim ascended to daemonhood.” Lorgar scoffed. “You bore me with discussions on weapons that are of no use to anyone but remembrancers and codiciers.”
“Did Fulgrim tell you it was destroyed?” there was a pause before Alpharius withdrew the display. “The Anathame is very much intact, waiting in the halls of a xenos lord for its master to recover it. I know where it is, and I will bring it to you for your war against the Imperium.”
“And what do wish in return?” Lorgar asked. “No one would be so willing to hand over such a powerful weapon without something to gain from it.”
“Do we truly live in an age where a simple gift must come with a catch?” Alpharius asked. “But as it stands, the vaults where the Anathame are located are rather heavily guarded. I will need some assistance in holding off those forces while I steal the sword- a few hundred Legionnaires should be more than enough to compensate for such power, no?”
“Your own operatives are not enough?” Lorgar scoffed again. “What do I care? Take what you need and get out of my sight, and do not return until you have the blade.”
“In time, brother.” with that the other Primarch began to fade into the darkness. “Or were your speeches on patience merely for our benefit and not yours.” Magnus watched Alpharius depart, but even with his powers he could not see the Alpha Legion Primarch slip away completely.
“Knowing Alpharius, he is equally likely to name you to the blade and kill you as he is to give it to you.” Magnus said, looking to Lorgar.
“Bah! Alpharius’ little schemes never come to anything more than a costly annoyance.” Lorgar said. “If he produces the Anathame, then we have a potent weapon in our grasp. If he does not, he removes himself from my presence and allows us time to truly plan.”
“See to it that your confidence does not become your undoing, Lorgar.” Magnus said, turning to leave Lorgar.
“Leaving so soon, brother?” Lorgar asked. “I had thought you would like to stay and witness my grand demonstration firsthand.”
“I have other matters to attend to.” Magnus said as he opened another Warp portal. “When your demonstration is complete, then perhaps there will be more to discuss.” With that Magnus stepped back into the Warp, not stopping as the swirling tides close in around him. His journey takes him back across the galaxy, searching once more for the fleet preparing for transit within the southern reaches of the Imperium.
Finding the light is not difficult; the Emperor’s presence shines like a beacon, blinding even among the darkness and currents of the Warp. Magnus pays it no mind, drifting beneath its currents as he searches for the spark of Alpharius’ musings.
He finds the psyker he had afflicted. She has been moved to a different ship, away from the Empress but still too close for the Primarch to approach undetected. For what it was worth, as his glimpses into the young woman’s mind revealed nothing of interest. A useful tool, perhaps, but no real threat.
It is the woman watching over her that catches Magnus’ attention. She is a young woman, shorter and clad in lavender armor radiating with psychic energy. A short probe brushes against the edges of her psychic perception, Magnus furrowing his brow as he examines the woman. She is powerful, perceptive even, but still just a mortal in the eyes of the gods.
And yet... and yet there is an air around her, a hidden aura that drifts even beyond Magnus’ sight. He probes closer, brushing ever so gently against the girl’s power, but the source of the aura remains muddied.
“What is it that makes you so important?” Magnus asks. “You are a child in the eyes of the Emperor; what difference do you matter?” the girl would not respond, but Magnus does not need her answer... not yet.
Instead he watches, and waits.
...
Angelique had been transferred back to the Sanguinium Martyres, so Bianca could better sedate her until the visions ceased. Tara had accompanied them, hovering over the young psyker as the Hospitaller and her new understudy worked. She had even offered to use some of her own powers to calm Angelique, reasoning that a more powerful and learned psyker might be enough to cut through the visions and clear her mind.
Mattias had been tempted to agree to the plan, but decided against it; the last thing he needed was for Tara to get pulled in to Angelique’s visions.
“You must be willing to trust Tara with her powers,” the Empress said when Mattias had explained during his debrief. “She has come a long way since our first encounters on Caesaria.”
“I’m sure she has, but with all due respect to both you and Tara I would like to conduct such tests in a more controlled environment.” Mattias replied. “Visions of Tyranid attacks tend to be a bit more... ‘contagious’ than others, and drawing Tara in might not be the best for her sanity.”
“You underestimate her power, but I understand your concern.” the Empress nodded. Even over the comm screen Mattias could tell there was more she was not saying, but he did not wish to press further. “Is there any more information that you gleaned from Angelique?”
“Yes, actually.” Mattias shifted before continuing. “One of her ramblings before the sedatives took control was of ‘the sons of the drake’. Given Cetus’ size and projected path of attack on the galaxy, my guess is that she is referring to a strike against Nocturne.”
“Nocturne?” the Empress asked. “I have seen star maps, and while the Hive Fleet is large it is not so large to attack that deep into our territory.”
“Cetus is... an anomaly.” Mattias said. “It’s moving faster and more erratically than we anticipated, and tends to skim smaller targets before going for the main threat. If it can trick us into sacrificing Agrax’s defenses and then string us along with an attack that never comes, it can certainly mount a strike on Nocturne.” there was a pause before Mattias began to fidget. “At least, that is my personal opinion on the matter.”
“I am always open to a new perspective on these matters; remember, I never fought the Tyranids during the Great Crusade, so any information on our enemy is welcome.” The Empress gave a nod before continuing. “Very well. We will move the fleet to Nocturne, then perhaps the exact point of Cetus’ focus will become apparent. It is a bit further north than I would like, but all plans can be modified when the time comes.”
“Understood, Empress.” Mattias replied. “Would you like me to return Tara to your ship?”
“Actually, I think it would be best if Tara remain aboard the Sanguinium Martyres with you, at least until we reach Nocturne.” the Empress gave a smile. “I am seeking to improve her ability at Warp communication, in the event that more adverse circumstances draw us apart as they did on Caesaria. The distance along with our Warp Transit should be a good test of her abilities.”
“I see.” Mattias shifted again. “Wouldn’t that become more difficult the closer we draw to the Tyranids?”
“The Shadow in the Warp is something I have considered, yes. But I am sure that with my powers we should have no issue in communicating.”
“As you say.” the Empress nodded again before continuing.
“The fleet will be ready for transit in several minutes, once the rest of our reinforcements are assembled and Tara’s bodyguards are reunited. Alert me if any new developments occur.” And with that the Empress departed, leaving Mattias alone in the communication room. He allowed some of the tension within him to subside, palming his forehead as he contemplated their next move.
Tyranids. Not the worst threat they could be facing, but perhaps one Mattias had hoped would come much later, preferably with the Empress at the head of an army magnitudes larger than what they had now. But manifesting such armies was beyond the capabilities of an Inquisitor of his rank, so he had to make due with what he had.
“Patch me through to the nearest supply depot, Access Level Dominus,” he said, flipping through several switches while others within the communication room did much the same. There was a pause before the silver “I” of the Ordo Xenos flashed across the screen, followed soon by an older fellow in matching robes.
“We are at your service, my lord.” the man said.
“I am taking my ship into Tyranid infested space soon.” Mattias said. “I will need supplies ready and waiting at Nocturne for my arrival.”
“Of course, my lord.” the man nodded as further information was transmitted. “Dominator-class base with Inquisitorial modifications, designation Sanguinium Martyres. What weapons will you be requiring, my lord?”
“Additional virus and phosphex torpedoes will suffice.” Mattias paused, massaging his chin for a moment before speaking again. “Psyk-out torpedoes would be welcome as well.”
“But almost all psyk-out weaponry was either used up just before the Emperor’s ascension or is held by the Ordo Malleus.” the man replied. “I cannot say for certain if we can deliver any-”
“I am under the Empress’ direct command.” Mattias snapped. “As representative of the Inquisition under Her name, my word trumps all but Hers. If you know of the torpedoes, you get me those torpedoes. I’m sure the Ordo Malleus wouldn’t mind a few released if it means the Empress is not killed by some insect.”
“A-as you say, my lord.” the man nodded sheepishly. “I will make the necessary arrangements. The weapons you requested will be on Nocturne when you arrive.”
“Current transit time to Nocturne is two months from my position.” Mattias said. “They better be there, or I will be the least of your concerns.” with that the image winked out, Mattias staring at the spot as if daring the man to return with a rejection.
He stood there long enough to see a familiar figure behind him.
“Mattias?” Tara asked, causing him to turn around. “I was wondering if you wanted to check on Angelique. She’s still sedated, but it never hurts to at least visit and show you care.”
“That’s...” Mattias started. “I will probably visit when she’s awake again, to make sure she’s back to normal.” This seemed to dishearten Tara, but she nodded all the same.
“I understand, I guess.” she replied. “... Are you doing alright? We’ve been in such a rush since all this has happened I was starting to worry that maybe things were getting out of hand.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before, Tara,” Mattias said, moving past her and into the hallway. “Angelique has had fits before, and she’s always managed to pull through them in time.”
“But I guess imminent danger in the form of aliens isn’t always part of the issue?” Tara asked. Mattias allowed a short chuckle before speaking again.
“Not always no.” he said. “It might not seem that way, but Angelique is very good at keeping her mind clear of outside influences, xenos or otherwise.” his mirth faded. “At any rate, Bianca will be on hand in case things go back to the Warp.”
“My offer of magical healing is still on the table,” Tara said. “A few memory spells might be enough to draw Angelique back to reality for a while.”
“Memory spells?” Mattias asked. “I cannot say I am familiar with that school of psychic powers beyond mind wipes.”
“We’re not talking about mind wipes.” Tara’s face grew stern. “Mind wipes are completely unethical in almost every school of magic I’ve studied, and I’ve studied them all at some point or another. To forcibly alter someone’s mind, break a part of their soul to better suit your own ends.” she shuddered. “It creeps me out to even think about that... but anyway, memories. A Recollection Cantrip might be just the thing we need: the caster uses their own memories of the recipient to remind them of who they are and where they came from, thus breaking through any delusions or deceptions that might have been inflicted on them.”
“I... see.” Mattias said. He did not, but perhaps Tara would reveal a little more information about where she learned such powers.
“I suppose the only problem would be that, since memory is partially based within the soul, there’s always the possibility of me seeing something Angelique really doesn’t want me to see, and vice versa.” Tara paused for a moment. “Though I suppose given how she normally processes information, I’m not sure what she’d show me.”
“Fascinating.” Mattias said. “Still, there seems to be a lot of unknowns involved. Perhaps under better circumstances we can test this theory.”
“Oh, I’ve done this before. There’s no real danger.” Tara paused again. “Though, I can see your point. Maybe I can speak to the Empress and she can help set something up so the Tyranids don’t interfere.”
“Maybe...” Mattias looked away. “I suppose you know the Empress has asked you to stay here for the transit to Nocturne.”
“No, I didn’t... why?”
“She said something about practicing with longer range communications.” Mattias shrugged. “Something like the communication between astropaths and similar psykers, I imagine.”
“Ooooh, I can do that.” Tara beamed as she continued. “And it would certainly help in the event we get separated like on Caesaria. You’re welcome to watch in case you want to know a little more about how psychic powers like that work, and we can always ask the Empress about the Recollection Cantrip then.”
“Perhaps...” the two walked in silence again, Mattias mulling over the discussion they had and the battle ahead. The Tyranids would be unrelenting, as always, and perhaps Tara’s magic might give them some advantage... fleeting as it would be given the Hive Mind’s usual effect on psykers. Maybe she could help Angelique, and then perhaps the young psyker could have a future without constant bombardment from visions... but it was still too much of a risk.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mattias could have sworn he saw the shape of a clown mask leering out from the dark.
I am getting a little worried that Tara’s secret is going to be getting out. Then again I wonder how they would react if they found out what happened to their Emperor in reality.
So here is a question, is anybody from MLP other than Twilight and Celestia going to come over here? Because I think it would really stir things up if a reformed Discord waltzed in being a chaos god and all.
And so we have gained the attention of a Harlequin, they do love to appear at the most auspicious of times.
A clown mask you say? Cegorach might be getting interested...and considering he's, by a loose definition, one of the deities actively NOT out to dick over mortals, well, more or less, he might be an ally. Also, dafuq happened to Isha?
himself?
Interesting chapter. I like the idea of Twilight using more magic.
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Not a god but a vary powerfull warp entety.
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I agree, what happend to Isha?
what thats it ..."'shhh shh" *pats heavy flamer* "its ok we will get to kill some bugs soon"
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Considering that the Empress killed the Chaos Gods at the beginning of the previous story and yet they're still around in this one? I'm gonna say Warp-based timey-whimy.
The Alpha Legion OFFERING KNOWLEDGE ?! Yeah , no , there is a catch and some Alpha fuckery ahead.
Yes , that. Also , since he isn't using his own troops , he is equally as likely to stage an attack with them , swoop him with his to save the day , thus gaining at least some leeway with the Empress , then present her the blade to gain her favor , saying that he all did it for Her.
I love Alpharius
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I think Discord was described as a demon rather than a full blown god. As far as bringing others over, it seems more like analogs/parallels are present. The sororitas for instance.
Zero.
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It depends on how powerful the Author makes Discord. Cause if you look at just the Show's Canon, then Discord is very much a god. Other than the EoH turning him to stone, A stone that ate every form of magic but Changelings, and Tirek eating his magic, nothing had effected him. Any damage, both physical and magical, has no effect at all on him. And since in this story Warp abilities are basically Magic, he would be immune to any warp ability and effect. What's more, he literally rewrites the rules of reality. So he could take a Chaos Lord, and just flick him and make him a rabbit with no powers. Without even looking or thinking, he could deny the powers of any being in the WH40k universe, and make himself immune to all their physical damaging weapons, and yet his own weapons cut through them, no matter their defense, like butter.
That's just going off the Show's canon. The Author has to come up with his own canon on what Discord can and can't do.
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in 'God Empress of Ponykind,' Tzench himself, directly referred to Discord as 'the Anomaly.' It is perhaps a little telling, that not even the frickin dark god of secrets, prophecy, change, and general bullshittery; actually knows what the hell Discord is, or where he specifically came from. He's clearly some kind of powerful Warp Entity, potentially even a rival to the dark gods themselves; but we simply don't know for sure.
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It was established in the privius story that he is a pericularly powerfull warp entety, but not on par whit the four.
So, the Arch-Heresy is now taking shape and, quite frankly, I'm not sure on which side Alpharius is on. I strongly suspect that he is on his side and will offer help to both the Empress and to Lorgar until a victor is clear and then offer that side his full and unequivocal assistance. I also can't see him giving anyone that sword; it's too powerful to let it out of his control unless he is sure of his own price. Lorgar will get a nice fake that he'll probably not know is a fake until he tries to use it on Celestia.
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Considering the theory that Alph and possibly Omegon if he's still alive are secretly Loyalist....
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I mean, considering she was freed at the begining of God Empress, shouldn't she be spreading hope and shit?
I will need supplied ready and waiting at Nocturne for my arrival
1. Supplies.
9024174 9024628 9024251 Isha's busy. That's all I'm going to say on the matter.
I wonder... do the Harliquins know of the Empress and Tara? Chances are likely, and I can imagine they'd be watching what's going on. I wonder if the Eldar as a whole will make contact and what the Emperess's response will be. I wonder what they'll make of Tara.
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There are also more than four daemon gods, I believe only Malal/Malice was named but there's supposed to be more than just the Four. They're the big dogs, though.
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A Harelquin on an Imperial ship? What are they planning...
gosh darnit to heck I got to the end.
See this is why I generally wait til a story is complete before reading it. 'grumble'
Still, well done author, very well written tale so far.
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He also has the peculiar honor of not being formed by the squabble and dickery of material beings. (Though I am unsure whether the ctan qualify as material beings)
Three of the big four are thought to have been born from the warp disturbance caused by the conflict between the old ones and ctan, I think. Slaneesh is straight up the fault of the Eldar. Even the Windigo were, if not formed, then sustained by the squabble of ponies. Discord on the other hand just kinda happened all on his own.
I doubt he would want to cross over anyway. In Equestria, he is a big fish. Possibly one of THE biggest fish. In the Warp he is not as big of a fish.
On top of that, he isn't reformed and he doesn't play the same way the Chaos Gods do. Grimdark vs playful dark sort of thing.
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As if normal clowns weren't already frightening enough, ya had to go ahead and make one a god.
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That, or he might give it to Tara/Twilight.
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This one's... KIND of a good guy. Sorta. Of course, it was due to his imprint that Tzeentch was born. But hey, accidents happen.
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Wait so the Eldar and/or their gods are responsible for the formation of TWO of the big four chaos gods!?
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The lore behind the creation of the Chaos Gods differs depending on which version's books you're reading or which novels, but from what I remember apparently the Dark Gods were originally just functionaries of the Old Ones that the Old Ones put under the command of the Eldar. Keepers of the Warp, not virulent spiritual entities who feast on mortals for fun and profit. When everything went to shit and the Warp went wild, I believe the latest edition Eldar book's lore mentions or alludes to some sort of imprinting taking place. My wife's the Eldar/Tau/Nids player, so it's been a bit - I'm IG/AM/GK.
If you look at the Eldar Pantheon and the Dark Gods, you can draw two parallels and one mirror-match.
Cegorach = Tzeentch: Both gods of mystery, magic, mischief, and knowledge. Both can read the future.
Khaine = Khorne: Both gods of war, blood, and murder with extremely similar thematic sense. Khorne also fought Slaanesh for control of Khaine's soul when the Pantheon fell.
Isha = Nurgle: Isha is the Goddess of Fertility, of Healing, of Life. Nurgle is the Dark God of Disease, Poison, and Death. Isha is currently a "guest" at Nurgle's Manse in the Warp (depending on how Fantasy and 40k intersect in Fantasy's End Times, she or her essence equivalent may have been rescued by a bunch of elves with Kaldor Draigo's assistance). Showing a parallel between Khorne wanting Khaine's soul, with Nurgle capturing Isha. He uses Isha to test his concoctions.
Special mention: The Eldar themselves created Slaanesh. But the Eldar themselves also created Ynnead (a Death God of light), who is Slaanesh's opposing god of the Eldar Pantheon. Death (truedeath?) is the end of Pain and Pleasure, antithetical to the Prince's continued deviant delights.
I could be getting my versions mixed up, but that's how my memory slices it.
Really, Magnus? Come on, man!
Oh.
Yeah, her child!
I would what Tara would think of the Harlequins
Keep telling yourself that, Lorgar.
And in the shadows of an unused broom closet, Malal watches as everything comes together.
I am detecting alarmingly increased levels of HONK
...why would anyone thing that is a threat to the Emperor? It can’t cut him down (I know you made up that power, but its a cop-out and dumb because:) the Emperor is anti-Chaos. Hiting him with a Chaos blade puts him in as much risk of taint as a sheet of paper has to transform a shredder into a sheet of paper. The Anathame’s powers can’t work on him. Not the naming and not the tainting. Because his very nature is anathema to Chaos so, of course, a Chaos weapon’s powers are incapable of affecting him.
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The Emperor’s shapeshifting powers are well known and have been since revealing himself before the Unification Wars, so the humans wouldn’t have reason to particularly care. On the other hand, the writer might not know or might ignore that.
10061540 Lorgar's too petty to use a weapon like that on the Emperor. Anyone else on his hit list, on the other hand...
BAZINGA
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Yeah but the community I believe don't count them as "Canon"
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Everything is Canon. Not everything is True.