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I have entered an army in AFG's Votewar and created a bit of fluff for it that I wanted to share with you all. Warning to all Fluffaholics: This may offend your fluff sensibilities but please remember: 1) This is just the tip of the iceberg and 2) Things are not always what they appear to be.
NecroNid's Unholy Warpspawn for AFG Votwar
"I will only ask this one time." The voice invading Tchar'Zhak's mind was strong and harsh. Inside the swirling mists of the Chaos Realms the Bloodthirster and the alien floated face-to-face held together by the alien's barbed tail. It entered the Daemon through his chest and protruded out his back between his black, leathery bat-like wings. Tchar'Zhak recognized the species but had never seen a Tyranid quite like this before. It resembled a Hive Tyrant but its skin had lost its glossy luster and was stretched tightly across its powerful frame. The skin itself seemed dessicated and brittle and the Daemon could feel Necromancy oozing from the creature. There was something else as well that Tchar'Zhak could only describe as some type of mask or screen of power but it was nothing he had ever encountered before. Any appearance of frailty was just an illusion as the Daemon could feel the waves of power washing over him from the alien. He also could not ignore the tail, upon which he was currently impaled, which crackled and sparked with eldritch energy.
"I require and army that will crush any force arrayed against it. Can you provide one for me?" the Tyranid asked the Daemon. A jolt of energy from the creature's tail confirmed the Bloodthirster's suspicion that a negative response was not really an option.
"I will assemble for you a force the likes of which noone has ever seen. It will smash all who would dare to oppose it and bring you victory on whatever planet you wish to invade." the Bloodthirster roared.
"That is the answer I was seeking. However, at this time I only require an army of this size for this specific purpose." The Tyranid's thoughts sliced into the mind of Tchar'Zhak and he was forcefully provided with the details of the army that the creature required.
"It will not take long for me to assemble that army. How shall I contact you when it is done?" Tchar'Zhak inquired.
"I will know and I will come to inspect my order." The Tyranid slowly removed its tail from the Daemon's chest. A flood of relief followed the excruciating pain and when Tchar'Zhak looked there was no a mark left on him.
"I healed it because I have need of your services. However I can now make it reappear at any time. Since we are currently here in your home Realm I assume that you know what that means. I hope, for your sake, that you do not give me reason to consider doing so."
The Daemon opened his mouth to reply but was cut short as swirling magical energy surrounded the Tyranid and he disappeared. Tchar'Zhak weighed his options and briefly considered ignoring the alien request but a dull ache in his chest made him rethink his choice. He went to assemble the army.
A host of daemons stood arrayed on a bloody battlefield in Khorne's Realm. Snarling Flesh Hounds sniffed at the winds of Chaos while Screamers of Tzeentch flew on those same currents. Above them all Tchar'Zhak and the Tyranid floated, looking down upon the assembled legions of Chaos.
"I see that one of your own minions is my general." The thought entering the Daemon's mind felt both skeptical and slightly amused.
"Khorne's warriors are the best generals in the Chaos Realms." Tchar'Zhak responded. "Since one of you stipulations disallowed any Bloodthirster from leading your army I selected the next best option. Deathreaper is one of Khorne's best Herald's. His battle skills and leadership abilities have been tested over many centuries. He will not disappoint you."
The Tyranid shifted his eyeless head slightly and Deathreaper froze atop his Juggernaut. A few seconds later he relaxed, barked out commands, and the Daemon army began to move. The Tyranid turned back to Tchar'Zhak. "Quick and obedient, an acceptable beginning. I will take over from here. You seem to have done well and you shall be properly rewarded for their performance. I only hope that my trust in your judgement has not been misplaced."
"You will not be disappointed in your army. This force is more than a match for anything that the insignificant world you are taking them to can muster... within the guidelines you provided, of course." the Daemon added hastily.
"We shall see." was all the Tyranid said as he disappeared.
Tchar'Zhak watched the army he had assembled move off into the Chaos Realms toward their destination and hoped that he had indeed made the correct decisions. He unconscoiusly rubbed his chest and flew off to find some carnage and slaughter of his own to take his mind off of what had just occurred.
NecroNid floated though the swirling energy that formed his home. Hundreds of thoughts went through his mind constantly. He dispatched minions to different places, in different realms, and different planes of existence. Dozens of plans were hatched, acted upon, and came to fruition all across the multiverse. One particular plan drew more of his attention than others. He watched as his assembled Daemon army prepared to do battle against other armies of a particularly interesting planet. He would watch this specific plan with great interest a woe betide the Daemon who had put together the force for him if it did not perform as promised.
The scrying pool closed with a wave of NecroNid's hand. "Curse that insolent Daemon." he thought. "A force to crush any that stand against it indeed." Things went well at the start of the battle. The lizards were obviously afraid of the rampaging daemon horde rushing down upon them. However, that fat toad in the floating chair just sat there seemingly oblivious and his mere presence seemed to calm his minions. Things started to go downhill quickly. No matter what the daemons tried the lizards and their toad lord had an answer to. In the end the lizards had won the day and the daemons retreated to lick their wounds and prepare for the next battle. "A battle that my daemon's had better win." he thought, bringing to mind the Daemon who had assembled the army for him.
On the same world his army had been dispatched to, the Bloodthirster Tchar'Zhak was knee-deep in zombie carcasses. The undead just kept coming and he was more than happy to oblige them. Suddenly he felt a twinge in his chest. "Uh-oh" was all he could think and he prepared for the worst but nothing else happened. He let out a sigh of relief, plucked himself from the zombie mound, and flew off in search of Deathreaper to find out what had gone wrong.