The Storm of Chaos

[Carden Mannux]

*The puzzle had been completed. All of the pieces were set. The late Dark Side Devotee Scurge, murdered at the hands of a Grey Jedi on Nar Shadaa, had retrieved the Armor of the Everchosen in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Volpe had retrieved The Mark on Yavin IV, sacraficing his own limbs in the process. Lord Artyr had built the shrine he now stood before, and the Dark Lord of the Sith himself had retrieved the Crown of Yore and the Bloodied Steed. He placed the Dark Edge of Insanity, the very blade used to murder the Dark Lord Mortis, into it's sheath. The armor, the mark and the crown were placed in a chest as the creature stood, hypnotised, at his right.*

"Lord Artyr....young Volpe....come to the Shrine of the Gods at once."

*The deep, low rumbling of thunder was heard far in the distance. Lightning struck the ground in a spectacle of white light, but it was far enough away to where it would not harm the Dark Lord of the Sith. Though, it was no matter. The Blood God would not allow harm to come to his servant. He had come to far to be sacraficed at the hands of a storm. He sat upon the deserted terrain, collecting the darkness from the area into his embodiment. The winds of the Storm of Chaos flew across his face as the Era of Blood officially began....*

 

[.Artyr.]

Darth Artyr's body was clothed by his darkest robes that hid his face as he walked through the Valley and up to the Shrine that honoured the Blood God... Lowering his hood, he kneeled in front of the Shrine and his master before rising...
"I am here master..."

 

[Jorax]

"What is thy bidding my Master?"

*Volpe knelt low as he bowed his head before his Lord. The Dark Lord called and he answered. However...he did not know what was happening. Why would the Dark Lord need his help still? No matter what, he could not break his cover as a Tribunal Knight. Volpe would not wanted to be punished by the Dark Lord anyways...it would be painful.*

 

[Carden Mannux]

*He removed the Dark Edge of Insanity from his sheath and thrust it into the air. The winds howeled and the thunder clapped around them, more intense than ever before. Red rain fell from the sky, just as the prophecy in the writings of Darth Mortis predicted. He placed the Dark Edge in his palm, slicing it in a downward motion. The blood streamed out, falling onto the blade.*

"Stand back, my children...."

*He smeared the blood from his hands onto the Shrine, as well as that which now rested on the Dark Edge. He placed the sword into it's sheath once more and raised his hands to the sky, letting the droplets of rain fall upon his face.*

"O Lord, accept this prayer as a token of our humble devotion to the coming of your Lordship of Blood! There is no peace, there is anger. There is no fear, there is power. There is no death, there is immortality. There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side. I am the Heart of Darkness. I know no fear, but rather I instill it in my enemies. I am the destroyer of worlds. I am the power of the Dark Side. I am the fire of hate. All the Universe shall bow before me, for I have found true life in the death of the light...."

*The grounds shook and a throne of skulls ascended from the ground below. Within the blink of an eye, fire filled the area from all directions. While the young Sith and his Dark Apprentice surely were startled by this display of darkness, the Dark Lord was well prepared. His formers masters writings prepared him for such an event, as he had studied them the days past. Fire began to fill the air and the very sky itself began to open. The rip came to the ground, fire spewing out of it from all directions. Any normal man would think that walking through it would be fatal, though the Dark Lord of the Sith knew otherwise. This portal was a rip in the space-time continuim....this portal led to another demension....this portal led to the Blood God. He motioned for his students to pick up the chest. He sat upon the Dark Dactillain, and his students followed suit. With one kick, the creature flew through the burning ring of fire, ready to face their new Lord and Savior....*

 

[Jorax]

*Once the Dark Lord motioned for them to follow, Volpe did, picking up the chest along with the other Sith and entered the portal*

 

[Sovereign]

Coruscant, armageddon.

The Sith had arrived on the crown jewel of the Galaxy, however much had changed...The city had been destroyed by a nameless power and every building had been set ablaze.
And suddenly, the earth heaved, the ground shook, the smoldering ruins of Coruscant reeled and scarlet arcs of heinous lightning seared the apocalyptic sky as a amazingly bright flash of crimson light whirled around the Lords of the Sith, heralding the arrival of the Lord of Murder, Khorne....

 

[Carden Mannux]

*Fires burned throughout the once great capitol of the Galactic Republic as the entire city crumbled from the continued shock of tremors and destruction. The portal closed and the Dark Lord of the Sith arrived with his young students. He set the Dactillian upon the scorched land and leaped to the ruble. He carried the chest. The creature followed, as did his students.*

"How...."

*Lightning struck the ground near their location, but oddly they were uneffected by the sparks and the continuous tremors. It was armageddon....a storm of chaos thundering throughout the lands. Amid the destruction and bloodshed, one lone warrior rose from the ashes. His presence was stronger than anything he had experienced, a divine darkness shining from within. He was bloodied, battered, yet somehow unscathed in the mind. He was a mighty being, clad in armor. He sat down atop a huge brass throne that rose from the ground, wrought of skulls. The throne continued to rise, held aloft by a mountain of bones standing in an endless ocena of blood made up of the blood and skulls of those loyal to him....sacraficial lambs of the Dark Side of the Force.*

"The vision....it's true...."

*He placed the chest behind him and kneeled before the Blood God, as did his students. His head rose, his crimson eyes shining into the possible diety that stood before him.*

"My lord, I am your loyal servant...."

 

[Sovereign]

"Bow down before me, mortals! I am Sorrow, Discord and malice, I am the everchosen who the Sith will unite behind and follow blindly in this Holy Crusade. I am Chaos incarnated and the herald of the End of Times! Go forth my child! Go forth and gather an army worthy of bearing my grand banner! With the Jedi Order beleaguered on all sides, shattered by the swift raid on Coruscant and spread thin across the galaxy, nothing will stop us from sweeping the world away in tide of bloodshed and battle!"

As he ended his speech the ground was torned asunder and the air churned and began swirling around him...

 

[Carden Mannux]

*When the Dark One told him to bow....he bowed, not wishing to invoke the wrath of the diety. When he recieved his orders, all he could do is nod his head in approval. Turning back, he pulled the chest before him and pushed it before the Dark One, followed by removing the blade and pulling the beast as well.*

"My master, we have acquired what you demanded. Please accept them...."