New Era Part 1: Age of Change
(General POV)
Location the Immaterium-The Neutral Zone of Chaos, Mount Olympus-Palace of the Chaos Gods, The Council Chamber of Calamities
The Patheon of Chaos is gathed, including the construct of Tzeentch has he was invited and the main reason this council has been called fort, apart from Aiikila that was still attending her wounded daughters, Nurgle answered the summons out of duty.
Again the Anathema, has dared to enter their domain in the Warp, and caused a lot of damage to Tzeentch's domain and forces, and obviously harmed family again...even Tzeentch, felt some pity for brother, Nurgle, and sister-in-law, Aiikila's situation with their children.
They spoke of the results of the battle with the Anathema, and Nurgle being the one that personally banished the bastard out the Warp.
Laharl, he even complimented Nurgle on his restrain and not killing the Anathema, Nurgle only nodded at the compliment, but it was clear that the Decaying God was still angry, and eager to return to his wife and daughters.
Then the Grandfather, the Blood God, and the Dark One, informed their wives that Tzeentch has officially joined their truce, making the Scheming God, chuckle mockingly and his construct performed a makeshift bow.
They will start changing and making Tzeentch apart of various things, from Olympus, to the Azure Moon, the Avatar of Ixion Daemonhart, and lastly make Tzeentch have a connection with the Malafex Temple and the Ochain Shield.
But they must wait for Tzeentch, be able to move and be directly in these places and artifacts, so Tzeentch can surge his dark power into them.
The Daemon Queens, accepted this, soo while they're waiting for Tzeentch to be back at 100%, soo...they'll need to help, keep his domain secure from the Anathema's possible return regardless of Nurgle delivering the a-wopping, cause of this Tzeentch had to promise that his daemons won't invade, attack, or interfere, should they need aid in protecting the Realm of the Sorcerors, from outside threat...so for the foreseeable future, the Daemons of Chaos will have a ceasefire until Tzeentch is fully restored.
Tzeentch started to troll them all, expressing his appreciation for the consideration and aid this made many of them sigh and groan in exasperation.
But at least this provided a lot of opportunities to grow their forces and power, now that they'll only have to focus on events on the Materium, then at home.
After a few more words, and negotiations, they've called the first "assembly" of the Chaos Pantheon to a close, all began to return to their respected realm.
During that rare moment of "Peace" in the Realm of Chaos, a lot has happened, staring with the events of the realm of Tzeentch...
Location the Realm of the Sorcerors, the Impossible Fortress/The Study of the Architech
It been a sometime that the Lord of All Change, has had a break.
Joining the alliance of Chaos, has proven to a wise decision for him, and provided the needed security and certainty for him and all his ever brewing schemes, now he can focus on recovery, and expanding his influence in Realspace, despite not being...entirely hostile with his older brothers, there are some rivalry and competitions between them, mainly securing more worlds, power, and influence for themselves.
But before he does any of that, he must first summon fort his new Elder Daemons, into his realm.
He'll start with the most easiest and quick of the two, Bob Barbas the King of Media, channeling his dark, eldritch powers within his very essence, searching and channeling the very being of Barbas through him, and out the countless tentacles of his body.
Tzeentch, moved nine tentacles into to the position in front of him, at the very center of his Study.
A surge of multi-tone blues and pinks, coursed through Tzeentch's tentacles, as nine rays of pure daemonic, and Warp-energy cross stream taking the form of what resemble of middle aged man, with a comb-over, glasses, and instead of a red suit, a blue suit with a gold and sapphire encrusted tie-pin, resembling the "All-seeing Eye of Tzeentch", once fully manifested, Tzeentch stopped firing his rays, and there was Bob Barbas the Fourth Elder Daemon, standing tall and proud.
At first the Lords of Change, in charge of aiding with their dark master's recovery believed him a weak, sacrificial pawn for the Master of Manipulation, Barbas sensing the negativity directed at him, adjusted his red tie, and turned at the Greater Daemons with closed eyes...when...
In a huge burst of daemonic power, as digital flames in a cubical shape, with crimson and pink tinted colors, burst from his Barbas feet.
Several blue colored screens appear around his form and around the Study of the Scheming God, with the all the ones around the Study showing a more daemonic and glitching depiction of Bob's face, while the one closest to his body form a giant digital head of himself.
All the Bobs, spoke in unison with distorted voices, "This is Bob Barbas. Elder Daemon of Propaganda and Misdirection. Just doin God's work." witnessing the might and power of their newest Elder Daemon, the nine Lords of Change in the room, immediately kneeled out of fear and concern of offending one of their lords, and Chosen Children of Tzeentch. (To clarify, all lore both fantasy and 40k state that daemons are spawns aka children of their respected Chaos God. In the case of Elder Daemons, their the highest authority under their God itself, so they are openly called Sons/Daughters of their respective God, instead of comparison of being spawned from.)
Seeing them grubble, made Barbas' day, as he let out his iconic evil, distorted laugh that he does during his boss battle with Dante.
Soon he was joined by Tzeentch himself laughing, truly pleased with Barbas both indirect and direct form of showing authority and intimidation to his Greater Daemons.
As Barbas "reverted" to his human form, he bowed in a respectful manner to Tzeentch, requesting permission to leave, which Tzeentch allowed and once the permission given, he stood up straight and started walking passed the still kneeling Lords of Change, with a pleased smirk on his face as he left Tzeentch's Study.
Again he was very glad, and grateful for listening Laharl's suggestion on taking Barbas, as one of his newest Elder Daemons, as Tzeentch had his fun he ordered his Lords of Change to stand and continue to attend to Jim.
It was time to summon, not only SkekSo, the Skeksis, but also the Castle and Dark Crystal that was completely in his possession.
Sometime later, in the far edge of the Realm of the Sorcerors, between the Eternity Stairs and the True Liar's Monolith, a blue rift occurred and a massive dark castle was starting to appear and merge with the eldritch grounds...
Location the Realm of the Sorcerors, the Castle of the Crystal-The Skeksis Emperor's Throne Room
All the Skeksis, were groaning and whining from the headache they were just recovering from, the first to come to his senses was the Ritual Master, SkekZok who placed his claw on the right side of his face, then as he opened and scanned the room he realized that they were in the Throne Room, but it wasn't just him, SkekSil the Chamberlain was groaning and still on the floor on the right edge of the room.
SkekVar the General, was snorting and shaking his head, next to the Ornamentalist, SkekEkt that was whining like usual, the Gourmand, SkekAyuk, was groaning on his back when he placed his claw over his mouth-beak, gagging a bit before rolling to his side and puking on the floor, making those that are closest to him feel disgusted.
The Scroll Keeper, SkekOk, was getting up while rubbing his head, not being able to see he suspected his several glasses must be dirty, when he reached to clean them, he noticed that looking from the edge of the glasses, he can see clearly...completely shocked that his sight has returned, he heard SkekLach, the Collector, grunting when he looked at his fellow Skeksis, he realized that all his pustules were gone and he looked more healthier!!
SkekMal the Hunter, immediately got up from the floor, glowing and roaring at everyone scaring the others, that's when the Ritual Master, realized and spoke, "SkekMal!! How are you here!?" SkekZok looking around the room more carefully he realized it wasn't only the Hunter, but also the Scientist, the Mariner, the Slave Master, the Satirist, and the Warrior. (SkekUng I didn't know what to call him, since he was first the Garthim Master, then the General, and lastly the Emperor...soo...)
SkekZok didn't understand how SkekTek be here, since the Emperor locked away in his lab, but his appearance there was the least strange for the Ritual Master, the others on the other hand, it was impossible for him to understand or rationalize.
SkekMal as well as the Warrior, SkekUng, were annoyed and agitated they demanded an explanation on "why they were taken from their previous location?" and "how it happened?" after the two most intimidating Skeksis, said that the others that have fully recovered, at this point that the other Skeksis, started arguing with each other.
SkekNa the Slave Master, was the most annoyed by this situation with the Mariner, SkekSa, being the one closest to his mood, he tells the others that he was across Thra, preparing to ship, new slaves to them, using his claw and hook-hand at the area, as a gesture of "here" to his fellow Skeksis.
SkekSa, she was in the same boat as SkekNa, she was navigating on her precious boat, writing in her logs, when she felt a terrible headache and ended with them in the Castle's throne room.
SkekShod the Treasurer, only cared for the lost gold and treasure that was left behind, as the others squabble, while SkekLi the Satirist, was ignored at every turn...the arguing and grumbling would have continued if not for the presence of the Emperor that smashed his scepter's bud to ground, causing a shockwave of Darkening power to surge and silence the others.
They jumped at the sparks of purple, blue and pink, that coiled and serpentine through all fourteen of them without harm, only studdling them all.
Then the energy returned to it master and source, the ascended SkekSo, Third Elder Daemon of Change, in his glory, SkekSil was the first to speak up, "Sire? My Emperor is that you, yes?" SkekSo in his greater size, muscle, rejuvenation and daemonfication, stood a impressive near 9-feet tall, with blackish blue claws, blue feathers and great wings.
His royal robes gained some blue accents, and his metal beak gained traces of gold, sapphire and eldritch marking all over his ornaments and clothes, he looked more powerful than ever before, he scuffed as he focused on the Chamberlain, before addressing them all, "My Skeksis. My Lords of the Crystal. Fellow daemons of Tzeentch. Welcome to our new fate, and eternal glory!!!" walking forwards, heading to his throne, all the Skeksis made way for their Emperor, but their still confused but dared not speak for some reason they'll felt the power of Emperor, it was greater than even Thra itself!!!
Once sat on the throne, and adjusting himself by folding his wings over himself like a royal coat, he smashed his scepter to the ground, and spoke again, "Allowe me to show, you all the majesty of Change, Sorcery, and Immortality, my subjects." stretching out his left claw with some metallic ornamental claw-tips, and he focused his new psychic abilities to grant his Skeksis all the information they'll need, through visions.
The Skeksis gasped at first as they watched the fate that once bound them back in Thra, losing the first war, the deaths of the Hunter, General and Collector, the rise of the Garthim and near extinction of the Gelflings with exception of two that would be responsible for the downfall of Skeksis power in the future which again by the actions of their damned other halves caused the Emperor death, SkekUng rise to power and short reign, then lastly their forced re-merging back into UrSkeks against their wills.
But those weren't the only things their gracious Emperor showed them.
They saw what the Emperor has done for them in the service of a true God, the God of the Skeksis and Change, Tzeentch.
No longer bound to their mystic halves, no longer having to fear death for they'll reform in the Warp, making them truly eternal, possessing the power of the Warp, becoming both Psykers and Spellcasters, gaining command over legions of neverborns and joining their ranks as Greater Daemons with their Sire, the Emperor a Elder Daemon.
As SkekSo stopped the visions, and they Skeksis all reacted in their own way, SkekTek was shown the future of all the technological advancements that this world and others have to offer, and he was quite eager to study and make it his own.
SkekMal was eager to face and hunt these new beasts and warriors, from the savage and brutal orkz, to the daemons of tje Blood God, they will all make great trophies for the Hunter, SkekUng was in a similar position as the Hunter, a galaxy of opponents to face and crush excites him.
SkekSa was excited to gain control over these future Space Hulks and navigating both the seas of Stars and the Immaterium, SkekZok was most eager to study and master these new forces of magic, dark rituals, and Chaos as a whole.
SkekAyuk was excited to try these new creatures, and make grand menus and feasts for them, he started to dance, and yell, "Pure gourmet!! Gourmet!!!"
SkekOk now had much more history and knowledge to record and prepare for Lord Tzeentch, while SkekLach was overjoyed that he was no longer ill, and with the new forces of Chaos there must be Relics worth collecting for himself and Lord Tzeentch.
SkekEkt was dancing and celebrating in this new world he'll prove his brilliance and finance over all the lesser beings, he might even create new works of art, clothing, and more for the Skeksis and maybe their Dark God.
SkekShod while still a bit annoyed about the lost of the horde he had on Thra, he got over it, since these new worlds and races will have treasure the like that can't compare to that puny world of Thra, so he was pleased, same in some levels as SkekNa, as SkekNa was his usual sadistic self, as long as he has souls to torment, torture, and have control over he is content.
While SkekLi saw this as a opportunity to rise in power not just among his fellow Skeksis, but also in favor of Lord Tzeentch, cause in this world he was close as divine and all-powerful being as he'll ever would have been back on Thra.
SkekVar growled in anger as he went up to SkekSil that choose the Lore of Lightning as his own and was flowing with electrical magic power, the Chamberlain was most please and eager to gain more power, when the General smacked SkekSil on his face, knocking him to floor and stopping his channeling.
Looking down at vile spit, as he yelled out, "You miserable snot!! Conspiring against me, and then killing me at my lowest!? I'll enjoy killing you, over and over without end!!" just as the General was about to swipe his claws at the Chamberlain.
SkekSil blasted a ball of electric surge that exploded and shocked literally the General, as the Chamberlain unknowingly created a new spell of the Lore of Lightning, that stunned and was hurting SkekVar, as SkekSil was standing back up.
Everyone watching were eager for the fight, that started in Thra to continue and end in Realm of Tzeentch, but before either Skeksis could fight each other, they were blasted by a surge of darkening at them both, knocking them both against a pillar.
As they both fell onto the floor, all the other Skeksis turned to the source of the attack, their Emperor, SkekSo who was pointing his daemonic scepter at them, as the pulse of darkening return to the eye, on the center jewel.
He growled as he told them, that this was one of the things that lead to their damnation back on their original world, before "infighting" commanding them to calm themselves and listen, he waiting a moment.
In the end once all was calm, the Emperor addressed them, ordering them to familiarize as quickly that they could of Tzeentch's realm, and be ready for when either he or their Dark God, has need of them.
Turning to the Scientist, telling him with his enhanced intellect he is to fix the machine and use on both the Podling slaves that probably running around in a panic inside the castle, saying that they'll make a perfect offering to their dark master as soulless husks, and perfect servents, and for the Gelflings guards that were still the Castle..."Kill them. Drain them. Offer their souls to Tzeentch." just before they responded with the usual "as you command" a burst of dark divine energy came fort.
Immediately SkekSo stood from his throne, and kneeled, followed by the rest of the Skeksis, as the All-seeing Eye of the Changer of Ways manifested before them.
The eldritch, azure burning eye, expressed his pleased state with them, and was grateful for the gift of Podlings, but he desires that one Gelfling be spared, as he'll send the broken soul back to Thra, to hasten the downfall and destruction of the puny world.
SkekSo swore his will, will be done, and with that and eldritch laugh, Tzeentch left them.
Standing back up, SkekSo told his subjects, "You heard our dark master. Go wild, just spare one of then Guard. Now go do as I command!!" as the rest of Skeksis scramble to do as their Emperor and Elder Daemon, order them to do.
Meanwhile as time passed, Architech of Fate started to move his forces, and with that they were on the move, as several things were changing across the Galaxy of the Materium as well, with Tzeentch sending out his Elder Daemons to cause as much anarchy, change, complications and more on the worlds.
Kairos Fateweaver the Oracle was leading a massive tzeentchian legion, alongside SkekSil, SkekZok and SkekLi on a world that has naturally growing crystal that enhanced psychic power which started another battle against the Eldars that sought the same prize on the nameless world.
While Vilitch, the twins were tasked to go into Realspace, onto the planet of Zyr'Ux which was a eldarworld taken by the forces of Change before, but a Ork Waagh decided to invade,hence the Curseling with SkekMal, SkekVar and SkekUng were dispatch to rid of the orkz.
Next was SkekSo on his first task as a Elder Daemon, he along the rest of Skeksis with a legion of tzeentchian daemons to invade and conquer a world filled with hidden vaults filled with alderi knowledge and secrets, that will prove most useful for Lord Tzeentch, as the invasion occurred the Alderi send a army to stand in the way of the Crystal Emperor and his legions.
Lastly Bob Barbas using one of the new powers that his new and true God, Tzeentch, gave him to transform into a Eldar and spread anarchy.
He went to a eldarworld, a giant city were all matter of classes and casts were at peace and contributing to one another, using his power over technology and media, he spreaded panic, mass hysteria, and the will of Tzeentch, all because with the world of Ymir soon to be remade to the Dark Gods specific designs, they needed their own brand of Eldar followers.
So this mass civil war, was to weed the weak and unworthy, as the strongest and smartest shall be blessed and marked as the new cast of tzeentchian followers, and have their genes cultivated in the incubation facility of Ymir, and Barbas has a front row sit to all chaos that was about to unfold.