Conclave of Renegades, RP

[Dark Captain Strafe]

Rules- Kindly written by brother Nihil
There are a few ground rules to these councils though....
1. No violence. I know we're chaos but comeon...
2. You can argue and talk 'alittle' smack, but don't go overboard. It gets annoying.
3. You may never post what someone does. Its just not right.. Example: You cannot have someone's character cower in fear to you or some crap like that. It ain't gonna happen!
4. Don't act like your better than everyone else. I can understand if your character's arrogent or egotistical, but when you start acting like everything revolves around you or someone else is negligable, you've gone to far...
5 If you need to say somethng OOC then kindly place the text within * * so it would be * Text *


The Tandaris asteroid belt, deep within the Halo Stars on the very edges of Imperial space, normally a secluded location, for millenia it had lain inactive and dormant, except over the last 500 years... Nor the Tandaris belt had become a centre of Chaostic power. The Sons of Chaos hiding amongst the Asteroids.
On the asteroid only known as Alpha93/#2 or Tortuga to those who frequent it, a bastion had been constructed. An asteroid base of the Chaos forces... a centre of their operations, it housed and resupplied a dozen raiding fleets.
And within Tortuga, hollowed out of the very asteroid itself, was a elaborate chamber, hewn from the rock.

There in the Chamber sat Dark Captain Strafe, favoured of Slannesh. The convene of lords had been called to meeting... and Strafe was irritated at being the first there... the rough granite although not without his charms was no substitue for the caresses available within his own private quarters.

[Nihil]

The room seemed as dark as the hair on his skull, ghost pale skin as the only constrast to the dark rancid champer. Hot steam spewed from the rusty vents, causing sweat to shiver down his scarred flesh. He stood their, hands sinking into the bloody that caked the operation table, long black hair falling to his waist, over his eyes. Completely naked save the blood stained robe that started from his waist down to his feet, sown together from the skins of victims old and new, and a long belt that sported an array of crude knives and other surgical material. Two great black pitts for eyes looked down at the small blood soaked child, no older than a mere tens. He, like so many others, was taken from his home, his family, his world, and pulled into the living nightmare of pain, death, and terror. Taught only to kill and hate. He could not help but feel a twinge of pity for the child, taken from a life that might be called pleasent and to have all but the smallest scrap of humanity stripped from them....

A soft smile danced across his pale lips. His task was complete. The child was handed the geneseed that embodies his master's own flesh and blood. Soon this boy would become a hunter of the night, a warrior of terror of hate and terror. But this child's pain had just begun. He was jerked from his sea of thoughts as the great blast doors slid open, a hulking dark blue warrior stepping through the door and bowed to him him before speaking through his raspy vox grille. "Lord Nihil.... We have arrived at the Tandaris belt... The ship captain requests permission to continue to the Tortuga..." The man known as Nihil raised from his spot at the operation table, giving a soft melancholy smile. "Very well then... Inform the captain that he is to dock in the ship bay.... I have a meeting to attend to..."

[Dark Chaplain]

deep within the bowels of tortuga purple lightning flickered into existence and began to arc across one of the arches hewn into the rock of the asteroid, slowly at first but rapidly increasing in speed until a shimmering warp portal burst into existence inside the archway.

As the portal stabilised, its colours shifted and swirled lazily, before two figures emerged, massive in their ancient patterns of tactical dreadnought armour. The two terminators stepped from the portal, weapons at the ready and surveyed the scene before taking up positions on either side of the portal as a second pair of terminators emerged, the terror markings on their helmets illuminated by the ethereal light emanating from the portal. The second pair took up positions similar to the first as a final terminator armoured figure emerged from the portal, which vanished behind him.

Lord Chaplain Ephialtes looked around,taking in the scene before him, his bone claw snapping open and shut as he did so and his crimson eyes alighting on the solitary figure in the meeting chamber.

"Captain Strafe, we meet again..."[I]

[Lord_Caerolion]

Once more, the distinctive lightning of teleportation flickered around the chamber hewn in the rock deep in Tortuga, this time the deepest red. When the lightnign condensed, forming the portal, the laughter of children echoed throughout the base, sounding strangely lifeless, although still playful. Instantly, two flittering bird-like creatures darted out, their half-dead eyes surveying the chamber. One flitted up to the roof, attaching itself above one of the lamps hanging from the ceiling. The other flew to one of the chairs, and perched on one of the arm-rails, the red eye-auspex glowing from underneath the skull-mask that blocked its features. Once they had both stopped moving, a power-armoured figure strode out from the portal, the lightning dissipating behind it. The Dark Saint had arrived at the gathering.
Looking up from the first time, his eyes reflected the light from under his hair as a silver glow, like some feline predator. Looking around the chamber, he noticed the two other occupants, one of which from his own Legion, whom he knew well. The last of the present company he knew of in reputation only, but of whom he had heard many things.
"Brother Chaplain, I am pleased to see that you will grace this meeting with your council. And Brother-Captain Strafe, I look forward to seeing exactly what makes the man I have heard so much about as great as he is said to be."

[Thrawn]

A part of the wall, an alcove deep in shadow, suddenly seemed to shift and wave. A figure stood forth, its cape now slung behind as the cloth altered colour and texture from the metallic dust of the asteroid walls, to a dark night blue tone.

The lithe marine nodded to each Lord in measured respect, as he entered the light of the hall. The artificer armour showed the insignia of skull-and-bloodied-wings and the visage, a young man's face, the left half inset with a grinning adamantium skull, could not be mistaken. For ones, the Terrormaster's voice was almost friendly, even if cold as ice.

"It is good to see you again, my fellow Lords. It has been too long. Even as I have kept an eye on your operations and person of late, it is not the same as seeing you here, in the flesh. Your lack of self-preservation is one of the only things that continues to surprise me however: It could have been a hundred assassins, and not my single agent here, who was waiting for you..."

Even as said with a friendly voice, the statement did nothing to hide the threat, nor the truth, within it. Turning to face the seated slaaneshi marine, a cruel grin revealed the full rows of metal teeth in the Terrormaster's adamantine skull.

"And Captain Strafe...excuse me for not revealing my presence before, but 'your kind' has quite bizarre ways of passing time. However, let's not argue over petty differences when we have more pressing matters to attend to." While the joke was apparent in Lord Steiner's single biological eye, so was the obvious contempt in the spoken words.

For a spymaster, Steiner's opinions had always seemed very obvious and direct, and so they seemed this day.

[Lord_Caerolion]

"Why do you think I sent my cherubs in first, Brother Steiner? They scanned the area, and would have alerted me to the presence of any assassin. And yes, they told me of a presence there, although they detected no weapons. Suspecting it was you, I left you to your theatrics that you are so fond of. Remember, Brother Steiner, I learnt my lesson on paranoia long ago, as you can well agree with. I now resort to less extreme measures, although I am still protected. For example, look above you."
Looking up towards the roof, Caerolion motioned to the cherub perched on the ceiling light. One of its hands was raised, pointed at Steiner.
"Nicola, demonstrate what I meant."
Nicola chirruped, a childish hiccup echoing from its throat. With a glint of metal, a toxin dart slammed into the rock next to the head of Steiner. Instantly, the rock began to hiss, before it finished eroding, the dart falling to the floor. Matteas, the cherub sitting on the chair, giggled.
Caerolion moved to the chair, sitting beside Matteas, stroking the black hair falling around the mask on the child-cherubs head.
"Now that I have said my piece, I welcome you, Steiner. It has been too long since I saw you last. I just hope that this time you will not give us a repeat of our last meeting. Sometimes, your web of operatives seems to be the only thing you trust. Of course, you have not often been wrong in the past, so who can blame you? I just prefer to see things with my own eyes.

[Dark Captain Strafe]

Eetion grinned, allowing his tongue to roll out of his 7 inches mouth and caress the top of his Terminator armour.
"You Terror Masters are prompt arnt you... here far before any of the other Pirates... must be terribly boring to be so concise... so restricted to formality.."
"Im pleased to see you all, i was truly inconsolable here on my own.... no stimulation.... no stimulation at all."
We must await any more Lords arrival, for we have bussiness on Deneb and Dulroth to attend to.... rumours that Bellum Lacer are coming to fruition as well".

[Lord_Caerolion]

"Yes, we are prompt, but only because we can see the importance in these matters. And the formality? We do that because we must keep ourselves above the level of the beasts, and become more like our Khorne worshipping brethren. Anyway, the formality allows for its own pleasures, the subtle bait and counter-bait. It can be quite enjoyable. So much more... civilised, than the debates of the Imperials."

[Dark Captain Strafe]

Alas.... the sensation of teh counter bait is now lost to me. Verbal play just doesnt seem to stimulate me anymore....I have to use more and more extreme stimuli.
But may I produce the enertainments.
Strafe claps his hands, and the chamber door opens, as to marines drag partially naked sisters of battle in.... The Fleur De Lys clearly visible tatooed on their cheeks.

"Now gentleman, this is the entertainment of myself, would you acre to partake with me.... Im most interesting in how you sons of Haunter occupy your spare time. "
as that was said Strafe got up and approached the bound women.

[Lord_Caerolion]

I'm afraid I may have to refuse your offer, Strafe. My vices are obviously more... tame than yours. As for how I occupy myself? I must say that I still indulge in the arts I was encouraged to learn as a young noble-man of Nostramo. The destruction of Nostramo has already been rendered into paint several times over, and symphonies have been written to commemorate its people.

[Dark Captain Strafe]

Are you telling me there are no pleasures you can get from these servants of the corspe god? no matter how visceral they may be?
Replieed Eetion, as he choked one the girls, her thrashing thighs impacting agsinst the inside leg of his armour.

[Lord_Caerolion]

The Night Haunter spoke against finding pleasure in warfare and death. They are to be used merely as tools, never as the goal in itself. And though my Father may be long dead, I still uphold His teachings.

[Thrawn]

Lord Steiner, or more specifically his agent, had stood motionless for awhile, silently watching the grotesque display. When he spoke, it was with a peculiar sadness in his voice.

"I see that neither of you understood what I meant. I was not hinting at your own life, Caerolion, but at your cherub's. Those two means a lot to you Caerolion, and their loss would have been great, if only temporary. And should grief, for a loss that could have been avoided, occupy your mind for but a moment, then that moment has been lost to our cause."

"How many moments have you spent over the years Caerolion, pondering the loss of a near friend, and you Ephialtes, thinking of the loss of a warrior or student? Even if you do not regret the sacrifice, Caerolion, then that is exactly what you did: You sacrificed your cherub's safety for your own. And in that you gave away a double weakness; leaving an irreplaceable object at the mercy of others and thus giving them a way to harm you."

A light seemed to flicker inside Steiner's biological eye as he spoke, like a fire burning deep within him. Still Strafe's 'entertainment' was ignored."

"I eliminated all such weaknesses long ago Caerolion. Indeed I had begun on the journey long before, but it was you who finally showed me how much could be at stake, even in the safest moment; at peace by the side of my Primarch. Because of lack of knowledge, because of ignorance! Trust me, Caerolion, I haven't made a single sacrifice since, not of myself or of anything I care for. Odds less than 100% have simply not been acceptable to me, since the day when you did this..."

Steiner tapped the death mask covering the left half of his young visage, the sound of metal on metal sounding odd among the noise of the Slaaneshi marine and his women. A single uncaring glance at the strangled girl on the floor, and her 'sisters' in the daemonic marine's embrace, showed how much Steiner's cared for both them and Strafe.

"Of cause, some things are replaceable and worth sacrificing; credits, materials, machines, ground, countries, planets, secrets. As such are the bodies, lives and souls of those who will never advance beyond their basic needs and those who will never understand the true beauty of the world. Such things I use, not sacrifice, in the millions of tons every hour, so that I one day can be sure that all I care for is safe..."

"First Nostramo was taken from you and then your Primarch was taken from you, Caerolion. How much must you loose before you will learn, old friend?"

The Terrormaster seemed lost in thought for a moment before he continued, his voice snapping back and becoming cold and calm again.

"And then, to answer your question Captain Strafe; even though I hold the Dark Saint in high regard, I do disagree with him on this matter: Spare time does not exist before all have been made in order! Each moment spent on such folly is a moment not spent on the cause, and thus a moment wasted. When all is finally settled there will be an eternity for us enjoy. Then, and first then, can we allow ourselves to relax, and to enjoy that which we care for."

"And that's why we are here, Strafe: To forge an alliance and create a plan for the coming battle, and thus secure that which we care for. No more, no less" Lord Steiner finished.

[Dark Captain Strafe]

"and we must idle our time with chit chat, and empty threats while the others arrive? How dissapointing! Id hoped for more entertainment from you, especially as we cant start until our comrades arrived... why restrict our sensations at all?"
replied Strafe as he dropped the twitching corpse of the broken sister.
He clapped his hands once more,
"your lucky girl! i shall have my fun with you in private as it seems my fellows here have no taste for fun"
The corpse and the girl were dragged out, one silent..... 1 screaming in utter terror.
Quite satisfying.... I can see why some of you sons of Cruze revel in the terror..... quite stimulating in its cause.

[MorningStar]

A silent chorus of harmonious screams began cutting through the air, seconds later the lord of the chaos angels strode into the grand chamber, his golden armour scarred and dented, whilst he folded his pure white wings to make room. Standing at the entrance Dante surveyed the other lords, nodding his approval at the turnout, behind him a trio of his elite Angel Sword filed into the hall, blending into the shadows.

'Apologies fellow lords for my lateness, but a recent assault into the Sverius Cluster took longer than previously thought, with an unexpected encounter with our lost brothers proving to be more tenacious than expected, but we have prevailed, and the hulls of my ships are bursting with slaves...'

dropping a helmeted head to the floor, letting it roll forwards to land in the centre of the room, thick arterial blood unmistakeable as it left a trail from where it fell to where it landed, but even the crusted life fluids that covered the helmet couldn't mask the dark green colouring, or the winged sword on the temple.

'Brothers, it is good to see so many have come, but alas we must always wait for those who wish to make such dramatic entrances' tapping his heart and his helmeted head in the ancient salute of the Angel Guard's old homeworld.