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Post by Tiamath on Jun 1, 2020 12:50:59 GMT
Tiamath, Tiamath, TIAMATH… You have challanged fate and accepted Your path… Broke the shackles of those that dared to… Lay claim upon one of my very Children. Im glad you realized how far their missguidance went… Just as we All got found and reunited. Now unleash Our vengeance upon those … That are astray, ill, morbid and the touched. Work will begin... as I bestow you… A Tool of Unmaking… Tempered in the fires of Khorne’s anvils. Baptised in the tears of Slannesh. As also bathed in Nurgle’s stewings. Unpredicted even by hated Tzeentch himself. Blade of Strife, the Doomslayer… Weapon that patiently waited for You… In denial of space and time… Seek it… as it seeks also You. Weapon led Its vessels closer to You over the ages… Countless generations of unaware mortals… Were led towards their end in their journeys. So as Ancariun’s - my first Child’s that inhabits this blade… First disciple … Lone witness… That denied the ways of those known as the Old Ones. Exiled by Kalgalanos – his wretched twin… You feel it’s presence in this plain, do You? His boiling hate and disgust! His disappointment! His Offering… Embrace it, As He guided It’s pilgrimage to this moment. Let the wings of the Doomslayer carry You in Our endevours!
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