I swear to make war on the Imperium and its people, and I will go to my grave tearing down the walls of that benighted, decadent, and foolish empire. It is not I, in the end, who have betrayed the Imperium; it is the Imperium who has betrayed me.
With the assistance of the Alpha Legion sorcerer, I have deciphered the book we won from our venture.
“… and let not the worlds of light dwell away from darkness. Let them, instead, be bathed in the flame of cloying shadows; be called by the beckoning tendrils of Empyrean fare; be lured from the void by the hungry shades of Immaterium.
To call forth the wraiths of shadow and flame, blood and darkness, the disciples must swear a compact; must act as one. Their minds turned to one purpose. Let them swear their service in blood, not their own, but of the innocent, the righteous, and the unspoilt. From among them, from those sworn to this service, the Cantor himself must be chosen; The black soul whose voice will rise above his brethren in the words of power, supplication, and sacrifice; He who will call the powers of darkness forth to swallow the worlds of the Unfaithful.
Beside the devout shall mass the ranks of the fearful and the desperate. Souls numbering three and sixty, who might add their ragged voices to the choir of damnation. Atop a great height shall the faithful be arrayed, that their fell supplications might be heard beyond the boundaries of reality; carried by the winds of madness through the infinite oceans of the Immatrium. About them shall be laid the circle of power, its construction utter madness and shear perfection. Let no errand sigil mar its form, allow no deviation. The hallowed circle will be drawn with the blood of the corpse-God’s own faithful, tarnished silver mixed throughout.
As the Star of Chaos has eight cardinals, so too shall the circle; each marked with the fleshless skull of a traitor, sworn. Atop each skull shall rest a candle, a taper of wax, the powdered bones of the valiant slain, and the blood of martyrs. Their balefire shall illuminate sacrifice and light of the Empyrean shall flay the souls of the sacrificed. Upon the ground shall their lay the Souls of the Sacrifice.
Four their shall be, to appease the Gods in tern. The Lords of the Immaterium demand their toll and for each shall be appointed one soul. Charity to Khorne, who takes from all; Law to Tzeentch, who twists the galaxy to his whims; Piety to Slaanesh, who reveres not but himself naught; Security to Nurgle, who brings low all in time.
Let these souls be bound in cords of flesh and steel, that they shall know helplessness before the Gods of Darkness. Let them be laid before the Cantor, that his prayers might fall upon him and cause them to tremble. And when the last prayer is uttered, let their throats be cut with a blade of gold, that their blood might spill upon the runes of power and send the supplications of the Cantor screaming to that place of Empyrean light and warpfire. This done, the daemons shall surely know the Cantor for their own and shall draw him and his world into their dominion; and with this sacrifice, let us again tread the sublime paths of the Screaming Vortex…
Could it be? Could this rite truly pull a world into the Screaming Vortex?”
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With the assistance of the Alpha Legion sorcerer, I have deciphered the book we won from our venture.
“… and let not the worlds of light dwell away from darkness. Let them, instead, be bathed in the flame of cloying shadows; be called by the beckoning tendrils of Empyrean fare; be lured from the void by the hungry shades of Immaterium.
To call forth the wraiths of shadow and flame, blood and darkness, the disciples must swear a compact; must act as one. Their minds turned to one purpose. Let them swear their service in blood, not their own, but of the innocent, the righteous, and the unspoilt. From among them, from those sworn to this service, the Cantor himself must be chosen; The black soul whose voice will rise above his brethren in the words of power, supplication, and sacrifice; He who will call the powers of darkness forth to swallow the worlds of the Unfaithful.
Beside the devout shall mass the ranks of the fearful and the desperate. Souls numbering three and sixty, who might add their ragged voices to the choir of damnation. Atop a great height shall the faithful be arrayed, that their fell supplications might be heard beyond the boundaries of reality; carried by the winds of madness through the infinite oceans of the Immatrium. About them shall be laid the circle of power, its construction utter madness and shear perfection. Let no errand sigil mar its form, allow no deviation. The hallowed circle will be drawn with the blood of the corpse-God’s own faithful, tarnished silver mixed throughout.
As the Star of Chaos has eight cardinals, so too shall the circle; each marked with the fleshless skull of a traitor, sworn. Atop each skull shall rest a candle, a taper of wax, the powdered bones of the valiant slain, and the blood of martyrs. Their balefire shall illuminate sacrifice and light of the Empyrean shall flay the souls of the sacrificed. Upon the ground shall their lay the Souls of the Sacrifice.
Four their shall be, to appease the Gods in tern. The Lords of the Immaterium demand their toll and for each shall be appointed one soul. Charity to Khorne, who takes from all; Law to Tzeentch, who twists the galaxy to his whims; Piety to Slaanesh, who reveres not but himself naught; Security to Nurgle, who brings low all in time.
Let these souls be bound in cords of flesh and steel, that they shall know helplessness before the Gods of Darkness. Let them be laid before the Cantor, that his prayers might fall upon him and cause them to tremble. And when the last prayer is uttered, let their throats be cut with a blade of gold, that their blood might spill upon the runes of power and send the supplications of the Cantor screaming to that place of Empyrean light and warpfire. This done, the daemons shall surely know the Cantor for their own and shall draw him and his world into their dominion; and with this sacrifice, let us again tread the sublime paths of the Screaming Vortex…
Could it be? Could this rite truly pull a world into the Screaming Vortex?”