Roza could manage to understand through the babble and nonsense that Argantha's work was nothing short of perfectionism, one might even admire the goal if it wasnt for the brutality she inflicted to her subjects.
She engineered species, explaining trial and error, some hadnt survived processes that would have given them supernatural and augmented features while others endured the horrors to be evolved forcefully.
True to her words, Argantha showed Roza a demonstration in the form of two of Maelfina's working girls. One was horribly bloated to a point of unrecognisable mutation, while the other simply lay on the floor shuddering in agony before she collapsed from the severity of her experiments. There were plenty of others still alive though, the others all watching in horror, that is.
Roza could discern in her own choosing weather she saw Argantha as a twisted genius or a monster, or both. But either way, she seemed to be "working" hard to create what seemed to be the ultimate humanoid weapon. She had also bragged to Roza of her personal success with one, particular subject.
They simply called "it" the "Huntress."
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((Regarding OOC:
Khorne was given a detailed plan yes, and as for training falchioneers... we will see, I have something ideal for that.))
Mechanus, The Aegis, And Toril
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*Tomekk
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Khorne began his preparations for the upcoming battle the very next morning.
Inspired by the Shaper's words, he didn't hesitate in achieving the plans he had came up with:
The first deed of the day was acquiring copies of the invasion plans of Sigil so that his soon-to-be brigade wouldn't need to annoy their superiors constantly. He also specifically stated that he wishes them to be written on enchanted pieces of parchment, so that nuisances like fire, water, and such wouldn't ruin them. When the scribes reported to him, Khorne deposited them in his magic pouch and headed to the nearby military-wing of the Aegis.
The next phase of his plan would be much more grand:
He gave word that all "recruits" who have mastered the sword and inner rage shall report to him... Needless to say, the thralls of the Shadow-Weave arrived in great numbers. After several grueling, blood-soaked hours, Khorne tested each and every one's prowess in combat by dueling them and in the end, hand picked fourteen men and women into his new squadron, naming them the "The Savage Souls".
From now on, until the battle, these warriors would train under Khorne's guidance and sword-arm along the intimidating gaze of his erinyes, taking their weaponmastery and savagery to whole new levels...
Inspired by the Shaper's words, he didn't hesitate in achieving the plans he had came up with:
The first deed of the day was acquiring copies of the invasion plans of Sigil so that his soon-to-be brigade wouldn't need to annoy their superiors constantly. He also specifically stated that he wishes them to be written on enchanted pieces of parchment, so that nuisances like fire, water, and such wouldn't ruin them. When the scribes reported to him, Khorne deposited them in his magic pouch and headed to the nearby military-wing of the Aegis.
The next phase of his plan would be much more grand:
He gave word that all "recruits" who have mastered the sword and inner rage shall report to him... Needless to say, the thralls of the Shadow-Weave arrived in great numbers. After several grueling, blood-soaked hours, Khorne tested each and every one's prowess in combat by dueling them and in the end, hand picked fourteen men and women into his new squadron, naming them the "The Savage Souls".
From now on, until the battle, these warriors would train under Khorne's guidance and sword-arm along the intimidating gaze of his erinyes, taking their weaponmastery and savagery to whole new levels...
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*Azulfae
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*Meanwhile on Sigil in Maelfina's grotto a large gang of orcs tank down beer and watch booty bounce up and down pole dancing podiums. Could this be the equalising force? ... in a private and very dark back room, Vorgazar sat in a big chair with a large cigar hanging out of his mouth and a pink feather boa wrapped around his neck whilst a lithe green female body wearing only a pink bikini, thong and his helmet, girated around infront of him.
War was coming and the orcs were ready.*
War was coming and the orcs were ready.*