Faction The Tale of the Bodysnatcher

[The Messenger]

Gehinnom, The Holy City
Orbit over Rhand​

The room was dark and foreboding, the chamber littered with dirt and debris. Small flames flickered in waning, the smell and crimson stains of blood were spread in ritual around the room in precise areas around an unconscious body lingering on the floor. There was no sound here, no beating, vibrant heart of the city to interrupt the dark arts of those who originally dwelled in such a place. The bowels of the Holy City had always been a dangerous place, yet none would ever dare openly attack one with power both in retrospect and physical might. Yet, of all beings that were here, now, it was one of the mightest Warlords of the Maw left behind within the bloodied circle.

A Dark Voice echoed within the chambers, reverberating from the skull of the silent warrior. "Arise."

The Voice beckoned and called, "Arise my chosen."

The thunderous beat of his heart sounded off as if the Avatar of War itself stood before him, his eyes awoke, the Voice beckoned a final time.

"Arise, Zachariel Steelblood ."

The doors flew open, the chamber filled with marauders under the boot heel of the sorceress Tegan Starfall who acted like a common ally, but looks were always deceiving and the mistress of the Sorcerers of Rhand was among the first to discover what had become of the mighty warlord.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Tag: Zachariel Steelblood | The Messenger

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Tegan was an ancient being even before the dark age enveloped the Galaxy. She had seen the empires of the galaxy rise and crumble. She had been to one end of this Galaxy to other countless times. She had touched both the Nether and Void and felt their cold embrace, yet always reemerged into this reality. To try and understand her motivations would be like an insect trying to understand the quantum unifying theory of everything something the majority of sentient beings couldn’t even grasp.


Some people looked at her and saw a psycho all simple minds that could never truly understand. Yet what they didn’t see was a mind working out every single possible move on a chess board at once. The mind doing astrogation math without the aid of a computer. They couldn’t distinguish between the truly genius and the endless Madness. They did not see or understand the things she did and most never would and so would never know her true motives.


She entered the chamber as she was shown the delights of The Holy City, inside was to be something to behold she was told. A transformation of the highest order the maw offered worshipers. Tegan had been playing a God of cultist for generations now and had seen other cults rise on claims of power and glory but so few offered the real thing. As doors opened and the diminutive figure entered the chamber to behold the sight of Zachariel Steelblood , her eyes flashed orange and she spoke out the being.


“What do we have here?”

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Power for power, blood for blood. That was what had been promised, along with a veritable smattering of useful slaves and wargear for this. A millennia of life had let Zachariel see many things, experience many more, and be promised untold amounts more than that. But what had been promised here and now had been different. Sure, there had been promises of power. But just how specific these promises were, made Zachariel pause for a moment to consider the offer, rather than brush it aside. In the end, Zachariel had accepted, more for the reason of what was offerred, than any true investment in what would happen.

He had entered the sacrificial circle what felt like a lifetime ago, and watched uncaring as slave after slave was sacrificed. Eventually he had gone under, falling into another reality as more power, more promises were given. Now he was called back to the realm of the living, and as he opened his eyes, he was shown a different sight. Others were about, and more importantly, the Voice was here as well. Coupled to that, Zachariel felt different. In some ways, more powerful, in others, far weaker and vulnerable. With a groan, Zachariel pushed himself up. Bringing a hand to his head, Zachariel stood.

In doing so, his eyes widened with surprise and a snarl escaped his lips. Whatever had happened had changed everything. Firstly, he was no longer clad in armor, instead being entirely naked. Second, he was far shorter, instead of his tall ten feet of height, he was now a mere six and a half feet tall. Third and most importantly, Zachariel was no longer in his body. He was no longer a gen'dai, but rather a mere human. By all comparison, weak, far weaker than what had been promised. And it also meant Zachariel had been betrayed, lied too, and lastly, stolen from.

Snarling at that, Zachariel swung his gaze to glare about the chamber. His voice a dark growl, and mind flashing with thoughts of destruction, he spoke.
"Explain."

The Messenger | Tegan Starfall

 

[The Messenger]

The Dark Voice was no where to be found, his presence only felt within the skull of the Gen'dai and that presence faded by the second. It was clear to the powerful Warlord that whoever the culprit had been was powerful, knowledgeable in secret ritual and silence. The gathered marauders fell silent, gasping in horror and awe at the mighty Zachariel Steelblood , a mere human before them.

Scar, one of the Bloodsworn's Chosen, stepped forth from the shadows. "Milord?!" He was horror stricken, left utterly speechless for moments before finding the strength to continue, "..you. Went missing, you were summoned to the Heathen Priests after a brief meeting with the Voice. You never returned to Osseriton."

He kneeled before his master, quickly trying to solidify the former Gen'dai's power before anyone could formulate plans against the Warlord, before any assumptions of weakness were made and acted on. "What is your bidding?"

Scar continued to hang his head low, his eyes only briefly looking over at what Tegan Starfall made of the situation.

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Tag: The Messenger | Zachariel Steelblood
Look: Black Leather Pants | Black MidNight Duster | Studied Black Leather Corset | Boots

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No answer came to her as she stared upon the naked male. She sniffed the air and all that came from him was the scent of human. Soon rose and Tegan could see and sense the confusion in him, and she to became confused. Why was she being shown this a human male surrounded by worshipers and heathen priests? At first site it seemed like some ritual had been preformed the witch and sorceress probably could have even discerned what kind if she focused enough and studied everything in the room.


The human bellowed asking for an explanation when a another approached him and gave some sort of confused answer themselves without a true explanation. Tegan who would have been a mere ant to a Gen'dai but was just a diminutive woman at four ten plus a few inches in her boots that could pass for human to the human male that stood at the center of the room.


Tegan began to circle the room finally studying her surroundings. “A transference spell or transforming spell.” She said after going halfway around the room. Though she wasn’t sure which it was exactly at first look it seemed like a transformation spell. Yet judging by Zachariel Steelblood if it had been a transforming spell it did not go in a direction he liked.


Tegan’s voice was oddly soft and sweet sounding as she spoke. Had many not seen her wickedness firsthand, she would truly be an unassuming figure despite her orange glowing eyes that also gave away the demon she really was. Her soul and aura were forever scarred and tainted like everyone in her bloodline even jumping bodies the darkness upon her very being would follow.


She cared little for the ants kneel before the man she was unimpressed by them and it showed clearly as she spoke over them like they were not even there. “Tell me naked man, what were you before this?” In fact, if she had not been a guest here, she would have slaughtered all of those weak pathetic wastes of existence that kneeled before the naked man. It was strange though she saw herself as something of a God even after all this time she still clung to one of her father’s beliefs. You do not kneel before another; you do not put yourself below the boot of even a God. Those that kneel prove they are weak, and weakness needs to be culled. The beliefs of and old fool and rebel sith but one Tegan still followed. Tegan continued wandering the room as she waited for her answer.

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

As Scar spoke, Zachariels gaze landed squarely on the Chosen. That certainly explained some things, and it was good that he, along with the rest, still were loyal to him. Frowning as his bidding was asked for, Zachariel swung his legs off the platform he lay on. Rising to his feet, Zachariel spoke.
"Bring me new clothing and armor. This theft will not stand, not for long."

His Bloodsworn were quick to fulfill his commands, with two already rushing out to retrieve said items. Zachariel himself simply looked about once more, gaze finally landing and remaining on Tegan, even as she spoke. His eyes narrowed, but he simply nodded to what she said. This had been some sort of transferance, though it hadn't been what Zachariel wanted. He'd been promised more power, not a body transferance. But the only ones who knew that would die in the coming days, for they had betrayed him.\

Staring down at her across the room, Zachariel thought for a moment before responding.
"I was, and still am, Warlord Zachariel Steelblood. Though if you're asking what species I was, then gen'dai." Taking astep away from the pedestal, Zachariel gave her a once over. "And who might you be?"

He was completely unashamed of his nakedness, though he suspected she didn't care either. That said, the arrival of a black bodyglove was good. It meant he'd be able to wear a suit of armor soon enough.
"Lord, we are preparing another set of armor for you. It will be ready soon." That was Scar, telling Zachariel something he already suspected. He didn't need the armor, but it would help. Still, he only nodded in reply to Scar, waiting instead on a reply from Tegan, even as he slowly slipped into the bodyglove.

The Messenger | Tegan Starfall