Odd. You sound like the gods that existed before Sai'lanthresh. I do not know what to make of this. I know little of them.
[ It’s such incredibly ancient history and also largely considered irrelevant to the Drukhari. The only reason he knows anything at all is because of their long lifespans helping the knowledge live a little longer.
He also has half a thought of if he could somehow turn this Set on Sai'lanthresh, if he can truly kill gods as he claims. It’s not for his people, though. It’s purely self-serving, and it happens to help them all.
…But he’s also enjoying the quiet here. It’s something he’ll put more thought to in time, perhaps. ]
I would like to test my skills against yours, god of war. If I’m impressed, perhaps I’ll consider offering you worship.
And “mon-keigh” is both. It is what we call humanity.
HAH! I love it! Humans are "mon-keigh"! I have referred to as ꜥffw at times! Annoying little things.
Perhaps I am a god from before his time. In accordance with a linear path, I believe that I am at least the oldest individual in the house.
[ and in accordance to non-linear time, he's also still INCREDIBLY young for a god. an absolute baby. ]
Of course, that is no matter to me, though. I am far more interested in your offer! I shall annihilate you whenever you are prepared to make your stand against me, Reaving Tempest. Would you prefer to die, or shall I only take you to the edge?
You are full of surprises, war god. Considering they belong to you, I assumed you'd have fondness for them. Good, though. Being around so many makes my skin crawl.
I would like to flay a god, so it's fair that I allow the same in return.
But I'm also not eager to die when away from the flesh-crafters. To the edge.
Like hell. I hate humanity; their modern shape is quite loathsome and bestial, a far cry from their origin.
[ there are singular humans who have risen above the collective, but as a default, he holds a lot of contempt for mortal life. they're short-sighted and arrogant, and not being able to crush them is IRRITATING!!! ]
To the edge, then.
Are you a morning or evening creature? I've no preference, it only matters in the selection of locale.
[ wherever he's texting, he lets out a single, but empathetic, eugh that is unfortunately not conveyed in text ]
Evening, if only because there is no sun.
[ who's a widdle baby that will get sunburned if he's outside too long
yeah la creatura from the no sun torture dimension ]
I also have no weapons or armor to speak of. My attempts to procure any have been unfruitful. [ and for SOME reason he didn't come with any? rude of the balfours honestly ] But I will still fight with hand and teeth, if it makes no difference to you.
[ he highlights marazhai's choice of "evening" and gives it a ✅ emoji. evening it is! ]
I am perfectly adept at hand to hand combat.
If you would not mind, I can form weaponry for us. Though I do know there is a gym with blades, and the hunting lodge is equipped with rifles and shotguns — but, we would have to fight there. Some of these freaks that I do not respect have stolen nearly every loose weapon in the house.
Oh! Speaking of them. You are not human, thus you must have an entire culture and understanding of the world as your own. Have they tried explaining your own knowledge to you in that condescending way of theirs yet?
I understand your point, but I also can't fault them. I would take any weaponry I'd find as well.
[ Now, granted, he thinks he should have it because he's the superior being, but. ]
Your weaponry or the gym with blades. Firearms have their use, but they're too quick for my taste. The intimate pain of being close to your fight is better.
[ But, ugh, again. He'd much rather talk about fighting, weaponry, and the decadence of pain... It's easy to sense the special haughty disdain in the answer to Set's question, even through text that seems to be haughty and disdainful by default. ]
Only when it comes to their use of the Warp. Magic, most of them seem to call it here. It is typical of the mon-keigh to toy with the forces that they think they can control, but these witches are especially arrogant. When reality unfurls and releases the horrors of Sha'iel, they will be reminded of their fragility, and I will tear a bloody concourse through every demon and witch in my way.
[ normal! ]
Otherwise, though. Our knowledge does not overlap.
Mon-keigh are prey and livestock to the Drukhari, god of war. It is only recently that I have deigned to listen to their prattling.
"The intimate pain"? Who cares about that? Weapons are for killing. Who cares if it's fast or slow? A firearm is just as lovely as a knife, to me.
[ normal!
but, when every part of you is a lethal weapon, you don't really end up with a preference. whatever gets the task done in the best way is all he thinks of. not weird shit like causing the most pain ( not anymore, at least ) ( pain, to him, is better applied to the mind and emotions ). ]
My my! That is close to the crux of my own annoyance with them.
Mortals harness power, and forget that even if they spend their lifetime learning how to utilize it, their life still ends. Even what they pass on diminishes with time. Other mortals, in their arrogance, destroy important knowledge of how to work with that power. Or disagree and change things. Nothing remains pure in the hands of life that knows an end. That is why gods exist! So, you need not worry about Sha'iel's horrors emanating from me.
Just mine own!
Come seek me on the open grounds, Reaving Tempest. I am impossible to miss!
[ The majority of this message is more than Marazhai really expects, but it does help convince him that maybe this really was a god. Either that, or someone with the same stuffy arrogance of his Aeldari cousins. It’s intriguing either way, and if it’s more the latter case? It’ll be an extra delight to tear into him. ]
I care, as do all Drukhari. But it is something better experienced than explained in the first place.
So, I will find you. I believe you will find that I am just as difficult to miss.
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[ It’s such incredibly ancient history and also largely considered irrelevant to the Drukhari. The only reason he knows anything at all is because of their long lifespans helping the knowledge live a little longer.
He also has half a thought of if he could somehow turn this Set on Sai'lanthresh, if he can truly kill gods as he claims. It’s not for his people, though. It’s purely self-serving, and it happens to help them all.
…But he’s also enjoying the quiet here. It’s something he’ll put more thought to in time, perhaps. ]
I would like to test my skills against yours, god of war. If I’m impressed, perhaps I’ll consider offering you worship.
And “mon-keigh” is both. It is what we call humanity.
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Perhaps I am a god from before his time. In accordance with a linear path, I believe that I am at least the oldest individual in the house.
[ and in accordance to non-linear time, he's also still INCREDIBLY young for a god. an absolute baby. ]
Of course, that is no matter to me, though. I am far more interested in your offer! I shall annihilate you whenever you are prepared to make your stand against me, Reaving Tempest. Would you prefer to die, or shall I only take you to the edge?
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You are full of surprises, war god. Considering they belong to you, I assumed you'd have fondness for them. Good, though. Being around so many makes my skin crawl.
I would like to flay a god, so it's fair that I allow the same in return.
But I'm also not eager to die when away from the flesh-crafters. To the edge.
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[ there are singular humans who have risen above the collective, but as a default, he holds a lot of contempt for mortal life. they're short-sighted and arrogant, and not being able to crush them is IRRITATING!!! ]
To the edge, then.
Are you a morning or evening creature? I've no preference, it only matters in the selection of locale.
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Evening, if only because there is no sun.
[ who's a widdle baby that will get sunburned if he's outside too long
yeah la creatura from the no sun torture dimension ]
I also have no weapons or armor to speak of. My attempts to procure any have been unfruitful. [ and for SOME reason he didn't come with any? rude of the balfours honestly ] But I will still fight with hand and teeth, if it makes no difference to you.
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I am perfectly adept at hand to hand combat.
If you would not mind, I can form weaponry for us. Though I do know there is a gym with blades, and the hunting lodge is equipped with rifles and shotguns — but, we would have to fight there. Some of these freaks that I do not respect have stolen nearly every loose weapon in the house.
Oh! Speaking of them. You are not human, thus you must have an entire culture and understanding of the world as your own. Have they tried explaining your own knowledge to you in that condescending way of theirs yet?
1/2 even if it's only to change the icon
[ Now, granted, he thinks he should have it because he's the superior being, but. ]
Your weaponry or the gym with blades. Firearms have their use, but they're too quick for my taste. The intimate pain of being close to your fight is better.
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Only when it comes to their use of the Warp. Magic, most of them seem to call it here. It is typical of the mon-keigh to toy with the forces that they think they can control, but these witches are especially arrogant. When reality unfurls and releases the horrors of Sha'iel, they will be reminded of their fragility, and I will tear a bloody concourse through every demon and witch in my way.
[ normal! ]
Otherwise, though. Our knowledge does not overlap.
Mon-keigh are prey and livestock to the Drukhari, god of war. It is only recently that I have deigned to listen to their prattling.
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[ normal!
but, when every part of you is a lethal weapon, you don't really end up with a preference. whatever gets the task done in the best way is all he thinks of. not weird shit like causing the most pain ( not anymore, at least ) ( pain, to him, is better applied to the mind and emotions ). ]
My my! That is close to the crux of my own annoyance with them.
Mortals harness power, and forget that even if they spend their lifetime learning how to utilize it, their life still ends. Even what they pass on diminishes with time. Other mortals, in their arrogance, destroy important knowledge of how to work with that power. Or disagree and change things. Nothing remains pure in the hands of life that knows an end. That is why gods exist! So, you need not worry about Sha'iel's horrors emanating from me.
Just mine own!
Come seek me on the open grounds, Reaving Tempest. I am impossible to miss!
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I care, as do all Drukhari. But it is something better experienced than explained in the first place.
So, I will find you. I believe you will find that I am just as difficult to miss.
[ And, impatient thing that he is, he immediately sets out. ]