3rd Person POV
Within the bowels of the Black Legion's fortress, the screams of women could be heard. They were all crying out in near unison as horrific skinless babies clawed their way out of their stomachs. As these "babies" were clothed with the skin of flayed victims, rituals were being conducted a floor above.
Blood rituals to the dark gods, the mutilation of victims taken by the chaos marines. Machines continued producing on a different side of the fortress as well. Armor and weapons being made by the warpsmiths of the Black Legion. Resources were being mined and collected by tortured slaves. All while in the deepest parts of the fortress, daemon engines roared to be released into battle.
Within the throne room, there was a council of sorts. Ezkhar, Warmaster of the Black Legion, was surrounded by his most trusted advisors. Sorcerer Honrus, the most powerful of the sorcerers of the legion was on his left. Besides Honrus was chaos lord Kherarion, the most trusted of Ezkhar amongst the legion itself.
On the warmaster's right was warpsmith Damothern, head of the forges. And next to him was Gillax, the personal attack dog and berserker that serves Ezkhar. The five black legionnaires stood there in silence at first, some were wondering why the meeting was called. But then the silence was broken when Ezkhar spoke.
Ezkhar: So I've heard doubts about my plan
Gillax: Who doubts you my lord?! I will claim their skull in Khorne's name and yours!
Honrus: Calm yourself you damned meathead! I simply criticize the plan of our warmaster
Kherarion: I spoke to our warmaster about this, I thought the doubts had been settled not too long ago
Honrus: Such things are not easily settled, and you should know to remain in your place when it comes to such matters
Kherarion: Was it not I who led us to our warmaster? Was it not I who brought ourselves to this place to serve him once more? I know my place, and it is certainly higher than what you think it is.....
Honrus: Is that so?
Damothern (mumbling): So begins the bickering
Kherarion: It is! You did nothing but voice doubt and complain to the dark gods for our situation before we made it out! What have you done thus far?!
Honrus: I kept our sorcerers alive and protected our forces from the horrors of the warp. Don't lecture me about what it means to serve Warmaster Ezkhar's wishes!
Gillax: QUIET!!! YOU LEAVE NO ROOM FOR OUR MASTER TO SPEAK!
They all then went silent once more, as each one looked to Ezkhar. He sighed before cracking his neck and looking at Honrus. Their own eyes were seemingly piercing each other in some type of way. As if they were having the most intense staring contest in history. But Honrus eventually looked away, making it look like Ezkhar won.
Ezkhar: My plan is in itself, solid and lacking flaw of any kind. Honest will serve to distract the False Emperor alongside the wild warbands down south
Honrus: What if he doesn't distract him long enough?
Ezkhar: Then the warbands will, either way we will be given enough time to have a steady force. Even now our forces continue to grow and become stronger
Damothern: Speaking of which my master, we are running out of materials for daemon engines. We cannot keep up at this rate otherwise we'll begin to lack weapons and armor
Ezkhar: Then we'll begin taking payment from Honest
Kherarion: It is a fair trade, cultists and powers of the warp in exchange for information and materials
Ezkhar: Exactly, and if he complains I'm sure Gillax can convince him to see our way of things
Gillax: I will bathe in the blood of his own bodyguards if I must
Damothern: Then that is all for me my master, I have no other concerns
Honrus: Really now? Of course the quiet one is the most content and blind to the bigger picture
Damothern: It was my smiths who helped subjugate the daemon you summoned into a machine. Watch your tongue Honrus, lest I cut it out
Ezkhar: Enough, do not question Damothern and his way of thinking. You should know that it is what brought him so far into learning the secrets of the machine
Honrus: (scoffs) Very well my lord
Gillax: Question him Honrus, give me a reason to take your skull
Kherarion: Stop this, before more bickering starts. What else is there to be done Warmaster Ezkhar?
Ezkhar: We will soon need daemon princes, how go the few aspiring champions we have?
Kherarion: There are only four my master, but the possibility of them ascending grows higher every day
Ezkhar: Good, we'll have the same amount of princes as those warbands. And I shall use them accordingly against the False Emperor
Honrus: You never did tell us too much about the southern warbands
Ezkhar sighed, not wanting to touch on the topic. But he knew that in order to shut Hornus up about the matter, he'd have to let him and the rest of his circle know. For the warbands in the south were both an asset and a threat to him in every way imaginable.
Ezkhar: These warbands are remnants of the traitor legions of old. The Emperor's Children serving Slaanesh, World Eaters serving Khorne, Death Guard serving Nurgle, and Thousand Sons serving Tzeentch
Kherarion: My lord? Why do we not contact them? We could use their support
Ezkhar: Because they want nothing to do with us and are oh so narrow minded
Honrus: Oh? Do tell my lord
Ezkhar: They are seeking to do the bidding of their respective gods and complete their agendas. That is what comes first to them, the pleasing of their deity
Damothern: Things simply for the short term and not for the long term. Always in the hands of their gods for the Great Game they play
Ezkhar: Exactly Damothern, they do not see the bigger picture. Hence why we are better off without them and why the False Emperor will be slowed down by them
Honrus: I see now.....
Gillax: I will kill any and all who dare interfere with our battle against the False Emperor! I will claim their skulls!
Kherarion: That is clear
Ezkhar: Now then, to our bigger plans for our future moves. We must organize on how to break the line the False Emperor has set against us
Damothern: I believe I have an idea for that my master
Ezkhar: Explain then
As the warpsmith went on to explain the concept of using their daemon engines to his master, the south of the continent was in utter turmoil. Chaos space marines running rampant killing each other and any unfortunate victim in their way. From the battles of Khornate Berzerkers with Noise Marines to skirmishes between Rubricae and Plague Marines.
Each warband had a greater daemon at its head, and that head needed to be severed. Soon Alexander would face his great enemies, and he would gut them the moment he got the chance. So went on the great war for New Terra, and the fate of all the remnants of humanity.....
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