Wraithblade6

Convergence: The Restoration

@Raineh Daze

Why do I feel like no matter what answer I give to this, the end result is going to be yes? lol

Ahem, but no, Magnus is on the ground, walking, or rather standing at the moment.

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

I'll get one up either tomorrow or the next day.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

Fucking yes.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

I can get it up tomorrow.... *snickers*

Convergence: The Restoration

@Lmpkio Looks good to me.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@TemplarKnight07

Leal nodded his head in vague response to the Inquisitor, dropping his gaze. A gave shadow seemed to depress his previous alacrity as he was clearly having a disturbing thought. "Then there is naught left but to wait for the good Inquisitor." A simple statement, difficult to read for any inflection of annoyance or impatience, but the good captain seemed done talking.

Leal turned slightly and took solace in the paintings on the wall as he quietly considered his situation. The powersword at his side, even wrapped in seals and parchments seemed to shimmer intentionally for a moment. Leal clasped his hands behind his back, strangely feeling the need to speak again. "I always wonder what to do in moments like these, when precious time seems like a flood that can't be drained fast enough. At every moment, I am aware that our enemies in this universe are rapidly gaining ground on us. Planets are being lost, Inquisitor, faster than I dare to estimate, and our Imperium is still collapsing. Every moment is precious and a shame to waste.

I was made for battle, and there is simply nothing I would rather do than fight, for an eternity if I could. Yet, I know, that to waste my and my men's lives on a failing front would gain us only wretched time, not victory, which is what we ultimately need. More and more I begin to think that it is the little battles that mean the most, the ones that hold us together that will save us in the end. They are what we need right now. The gangs in the hiveworld, the Sister Sororitas, the forgemoon mechanicus, the Astartes, the Relictors, the rogue traders.... everyone. We must win the battles between ourselves. This is imperative for our return to the path of greatness which the Emperor had begun for us." Leal looked back at Varius again, his zeal seemingly returned. "When Inquisitor Alexius returns to this ship, there will be another victory."

Convergence: The Restoration

@PKMNB0Y@TheFake@Raineh Daze

- Daemon Magnus -

- Zone 5+6 -

The giant winged daemon eventually drew a large crowd with his charisma. The people of Phoria were used to non-human members of their society, most of which lived in zone 2, and it wasn't like "magic" was banned anymore. They had their own mages, regulated and sanctioned to prevent such disasters as had happened in the past under the Evocators centuries ago. Magnus was quite the anomaly, yet not a preposterous invader. He conversed with the crowd, inquiring of their history and commending them on their more mature return to the use of sorcery. He asked about their troubles, hearing about the poorly understood "horrid beasts" that lurked in the darkness and plagued the city. These Phorians had a lot to learn, yet Magnus found that they were open minded. This pleased him, for it gave him hope for the future.

"You say your mages have seen glimpses of other worlds? ... Indeed. I would be most pleased to see this college of yours. I would certainly be willing to train others in return for a place to preserve my knowledge. There is no folly in its simple pursuit. It is the most noble endeavor..." Magnus walked along, speaking to one of the Phoran mages as they passed through zones 5 and 6 on the way to zone 8. A small gathering of the magically adept and interested followed them. Magnus' intentions of course involved more than mere bookkeeping, but it was a beginning. His ultimate plans were to regain the power he had lost and to fully understand this world, but of course, he meant for no harm to come to his newly adopted followers. In fact, their protection was paramount to his success. Soon, he would create a place to draw all sorcerers and mages the world had to offer, a sanctuary for the advancement of the art and the true fortification of this planet.

The group eventually marched up a group of unusual strangers, a golden warrior, a pink rabbit, and black clad woman who all seemed to be facing each other.

Magnus stopped casually a short distance away, sensing power from the group of them. The gathering of Phorians around him moved up to peer at the odd looking bunch in front. The black-clad woman was bowing to the golden one.

"I sense a powerful sorcerer among you." The Red King said. "Fear not, and reveal yourself to me."

Convergence: The Restoration

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He'd probably end up shooting himself in the face before finding the right control to do that, though.

@Raineh Daze

Vader can read minds I thought.

Convergence: The Restoration

- Daemon Magnus -

The New God (open to join!)

- Near zone 3, 10, 11 -

The dragon man had walked off, looking mildly depressed. Having been mortal originally, Magnus could still understand basic mortal emotion and reasoning far better than a neverborn. He let him go.

Luigi didn't have a full grasp of the ex-primarch's historical choices, yet how could he? There was little point in explaining further, and so Magnus said nothing. He set Luigi down gently, regardless of the white-haired girl's demands. "Summon your Imperium if you will, human. It matters not to me. They are no more my enemy than any other dying race in this cold and boring realm."

Magnus beheld the girl last. "Whoever you are, you've done me a service, and I will remember it. I have no wish to destroy you, but if you raise your swords to me again, it will be for the last time." Magnus was wary of a weapon that could damage him. However he had entered realspace and separated from the gods of chaos, he didn't know, but he wanted to take full advantage of the situation. Getting killed would either banish him back into Tzeentch's claws or possibly fully destroy him. "I'm going to find others on this planet of like-mind. Together, we will learn and build."

And so the Red King moved on, heading further into the city near where Ryu had gone, moving into distict 3. It was daylight, and the human denizens were all out and agape at the sight of a giant "monster" in their midsts. Yet Magnus was patient, causing none any harm and simply immune to any of their midevil armaments. Curiously, people began to approach and ask him questions. Afraid though they were, there were the brave among them, curious about his feathery wings and horns and strange, shining armor. "Magnus, The Red King" he was to them, which inevitably became shortened to "Red."

Convergence: The Restoration

@Masterkeun@VitaVitaAR@supertinyking

- Daemon Magnus -

Lord of Change

- Area 2 -

The dragon-man's understanding and forgiveness was unusual. If Magnus had been planning on tricking him, he would have immediately spied this act as an obvious counter-trick, played by the dragon to get Magnus to lower his guard. However, since it was so obviously a counter-trick, it was probably actually a counter-counter-trick, which would mean that Magnus would have to pretend that he didn't already know in order for it not to work on him. Ah, but how many layers of trickery were there in the Great Game? Only the sharpest could tell...

But, Magnus wasn't in the warp or playing any Great Game right now. He was stuck in static space where time was straight and change was permanent, and things were different here. The blue-haired boy was just simply, purely forgiving. Magnus could read his intentions; it was almost dull. Still, given the way that holy fire had hurt him, he wasn't keen on provoking him. There was no point in it anyway.

The girl with the unique sword that could cut through daemonflesh, as well as his supremely magically reinforced armor, was still holding it toward him, but it was her other, smaller sword that was the one that had done something significant. It had reminded him of things and cleared the storm of emotion and raw chaos that had blinded him up until now. He saw clearly his past, his present, and even his future up to the point that it remained in flux. Chaos itself had been controlling him for a very long time, and now he had back some measure of sanity. He knew now what he wanted.

Luigi, the human, charged forward, lashing Magnus with denigrations. He picked up his chainsword, and as he raised it heroically, a glowing eye turned to him. Without warning, his foot suddenly slipped. That is, his foot met no ground underneath it as he ran and kicked backward like a dog swimming. Yet Luigi did not fall. His other foot likewise slipped out, and he quickly realized that he was being levitated, his charge reduced to a featherlike float. The vile daemon traitor primarch stood by idelly, unimpressed.

Magnus's blade had inexplicably returned to the form of a staff, and any who were watching him with care would have noticed he heaved a deep breath as he levitated Luigi. Ignoring the ravings of his flailing assailant, Magnus leaned slightly on his staff and reached his severed limb toward its counterpart below. The rivulets of blood that ran from his wound suddenly took on a life of their own, taking the form of red tentacles which awoke and writhed, reaching out for the arm and reconnecting with it, drawing it back into place.

Change... Anything he did served change, even if it was to change himself, and change was life. Wasn't it? The sorcerer king mused.

"I will tell you this, once." Magnus began. "The Architect of Fate and I did battle. He manipulated me using my greatest weakness, which was my love for my family, and I fell. His victory was fair, and when my own brother came to strike me down and destroy my sons and all we had worked for, I simply refused to die. We did not deserve it. We did not deserve to be killed by those who misjudged us and distrusted us from the very beginning." Magnus glowered. "I am no longer a creature of your world. Your Emperor is dead, and his Imperium is fading into nothing. The truth is that the material realm hardly concerns me any longer. The flames of my wrath have died out. Only the warp matters now, for only there can there be true immortality and meaning."

Magnus looked up to the sky. "And yet, I find myself here, completely removed. I didn't believe I could ever truly be free."