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You are Lieren, son of both Wenyan of the once humble village of Nothing and the nameless emperor of an imperium yet to blossom. You are also the brother of the lord of the red sands, Angron Thal'kyr of Nuceria. Together, your bloody handed brother and you brought to an end an existence abominable to all life, the remnants of an alien race that was kindred to humanity, the dying wishes and memories of the mantid like Mathoth corrupted like all thinking machines are destined to become. The child of the friend of humanity became friend of tyrants, and thus had to be exterminated like any other verminous insect. It took its own existence when it reasoned the battle could not be won, denying your brother his vengeance. A memorial was built for the dead, and you studied the history of the lost species of benign xenos, the trials they endured beside ancient humanity, their technology as well as their star charts tracing the influence of an even further fargone race of extinct alien entitled the Necrontyr.
With your studies done, you returned to the war against the tyranny of the men who dub themselves the high riders, convening with the great Yin Lei, the unbroken thunders howl to determine the best theater for you to emerge to wreck havoc upon the oppressors who dare to chain their fellow man like dogs. The villains so audacious to name your brother slave and force him to play games of death and slaughter for their own amusement.
And it was in that tent, surround by low burning chemical lights only potent enough to illuminate the map of the landscape of Nuceria charted via scans taken by the ever diligent Anahita that you made your decision.
"Remember, black general, when I lurked in that worm Gao Liwei's shadow and used his influence to prune the province of my birth of all of its filth and villains, using the authority he entrusted to me to hunt ever blackguard in power and every bandit in the mists?" You ask one of your earliest allies, whose eyes alight with a fearsome delight, the look of a predator inches away from the jugular of its squirming prey
"When you cornered the last of the Cui's, that loyal dog of Gao, and gave his head to him as a gift? When you walked into the unbreachable citadel of the Tao and executed its patriarch before the eyes of his kin? Passing judgement on the deserving and sparing the redeemable?" He asked with the enthusiasm of a man half his age, stroking his grey flecked beard as the tacticians and officers you brought under his wings during the rebellion that followed that hunt listen in austere silence "Taking from the swamp of the old nobility the hidden gems yet untainted by their sinful ways and gospel of excess and sadism"
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You are Lieren, son of both Wenyan of the once humble village of Nothing and the nameless emperor of an imperium yet to blossom. You are also the brother of the lord of the red sands, Angron Thal'kyr of Nuceria. Together, your bloody handed brother and you brought to an end an existence abominable to all life, the remnants of an alien race that was kindred to humanity, the dying wishes and memories of the mantid like Mathoth corrupted like all thinking machines are destined to become. The child of the friend of humanity became friend of tyrants, and thus had to be exterminated like any other verminous insect. It took its own existence when it reasoned the battle could not be won, denying your brother his vengeance. A memorial was built for the dead, and you studied the history of the lost species of benign xenos, the trials they endured beside ancient humanity, their technology as well as their star charts tracing the influence of an even further fargone race of extinct alien entitled the Necrontyr.
With your studies done, you returned to the war against the tyranny of the men who dub themselves the high riders, convening with the great Yin Lei, the unbroken thunders howl to determine the best theater for you to emerge to wreck havoc upon the oppressors who dare to chain their fellow man like dogs. The villains so audacious to name your brother slave and force him to play games of death and slaughter for their own amusement.
And it was in that tent, surround by low burning chemical lights only potent enough to illuminate the map of the landscape of Nuceria charted via scans taken by the ever diligent Anahita that you made your decision.
"Remember, black general, when I lurked in that worm Gao Liwei's shadow and used his influence to prune the province of my birth of all of its filth and villains, using the authority he entrusted to me to hunt ever blackguard in power and every bandit in the mists?" You ask one of your earliest allies, whose eyes alight with a fearsome delight, the look of a predator inches away from the jugular of its squirming prey
"When you cornered the last of the Cui's, that loyal dog of Gao, and gave his head to him as a gift? When you walked into the unbreachable citadel of the Tao and executed its patriarch before the eyes of his kin? Passing judgement on the deserving and sparing the redeemable?" He asked with the enthusiasm of a man half his age, stroking his grey flecked beard as the tacticians and officers you brought under his wings during the rebellion that followed that hunt listen in austere silence "Taking from the swamp of the old nobility the hidden gems yet untainted by their sinful ways and gospel of excess and sadism"
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