[ It's very nice and convenient that Set's username is simply his name. It makes it nice and easy to look up! Because perhaps a day or so after fun times (?) at the Ren Faire, he's getting a text from someone who did not do that. ]
You. Are you the one who announced himself as the god of war at that pointless festival?
[ It seems a bit silly to ask, but... Considering some of the usernames he's seen, he might as well confirm. ]
[ The temptation to be mouthy is strong, but if there's anything that gives Marazhai pause, it's anything calling themselves a god. Considering the withering gaze of She Who Thirsts that's followed him until setting foot here, he'd rather not draw ire of more.
...Not that he'll be respectful, though, exactly. It's better than his baseline and that's all you can ask. ]
Hardly. It is easy to call yourself a god. The mon-keigh seem overly fond of it, after all.
But I am curious to speak to a supposed god, even so. Especially one who claims such interesting desires. What creatures worship you now?
I am not "calling" myself a god, any more than you "call" yourself what you are.
[ honestly, he's heard it enough. "prove it", "you call yourself that", "gods don't exist" — the casual stupidity of other beings is laughable. for each one who dismisses his existence, he both grows closer to MURDERING THEM ALL and dismissing theirs in return. ]
As for who worships me, I have discerning tastes and high standards. No matter what came before, I find myself happy to pick and choose. I only want the best!
You misunderstand. I mean it literally, as in what species. I have only known the mon-keigh to worship one god (that I would not call such), and all of the gods of my kin have been eaten by Sai'lanthresh.
That is why I am curious. I would have thought that She Who Thirsts would have devoured you all.
Oh! Humans, mostly. I am from a human world. There is also a very lovely vampire who pays me in devotion, here.I accept all kinds, though! Not everyone is strong enough to handle my attentions.
Who is She Who Thirsts? Sounds like Hathor after she spots a new man-of-the-week. [ CURIOUS ]
Surprising. Do some of the mon-keigh call your worship heresy?
[ He'll return to the strength required for his attention later... Explaining SHe Who Thirsts seems like a better place to start before that. ]
Sai'lanthresh, She Who Thirsts, Slaanesh. All the same name for the Prince of Pleasure and Lord of Excess. So, perhaps like this Hathor. To look upon him or hear his voice is to become his pleasure. Eaten, eventually. But I assume he would fuck your soul first, yes.
[ how does that work he does not know and he does not WANT to thanks ♥ ]
They do think of my worship as heretical, if not the activities of the most deranged of souls. But, not because of competition or the desire to elevate one god over the other. It is solely because I am an evil god.
[ set doesn't even mind when his own questions are skipped, because learning of other lands and domains and gods and peoples happens to be one of his favorite things. certainly, he is argumentative when it comes to challenges to his perspective, but it doesn't mean he spurns the act of interrogating new things. ]
Hm. They're similar, but only in name.
The only god that devours souls is the goddess Ammit, and she only eats up those who do not live by maat. I could not say that any gods of my lands are even remotely like She Who Thirsts. They are far more about the protection and preservation of the soul. So, no. He is not a familiar god to me.
Nor am I particularly frightened by the idea that he might devour any of us. I have killed another divinity, after all.
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
@ reavingtempest
You. Are you the one who announced himself as the god of war at that pointless festival?
[ It seems a bit silly to ask, but... Considering some of the usernames he's seen, he might as well confirm. ]
no subject
Have you come to offer me worship?
[ set had the time of his life AND his team won, he's more than happy to take a text from a stranger and be DEMANDING ]
no subject
...Not that he'll be respectful, though, exactly. It's better than his baseline and that's all you can ask. ]
Hardly. It is easy to call yourself a god. The mon-keigh seem overly fond of it, after all.
But I am curious to speak to a supposed god, even so. Especially one who claims such interesting desires. What creatures worship you now?
no subject
[ honestly, he's heard it enough. "prove it", "you call yourself that", "gods don't exist" — the casual stupidity of other beings is laughable. for each one who dismisses his existence, he both grows closer to MURDERING THEM ALL and dismissing theirs in return. ]
As for who worships me, I have discerning tastes and high standards. No matter what came before, I find myself happy to pick and choose. I only want the best!
no subject
You misunderstand. I mean it literally, as in what species. I have only known the mon-keigh to worship one god (that I would not call such), and all of the gods of my kin have been eaten by Sai'lanthresh.
That is why I am curious. I would have thought that She Who Thirsts would have devoured you all.
no subject
Who is She Who Thirsts? Sounds like Hathor after she spots a new man-of-the-week. [ CURIOUS ]
no subject
[ He'll return to the strength required for his attention later... Explaining SHe Who Thirsts seems like a better place to start before that. ]
Sai'lanthresh, She Who Thirsts, Slaanesh. All the same name for the Prince of Pleasure and Lord of Excess. So, perhaps like this Hathor. To look upon him or hear his voice is to become his pleasure. Eaten, eventually. But I assume he would fuck your soul first, yes.
[ how does that work he does not know and he does not WANT to thanks ♥ ]
He truly is not familiar to you?
1/2
[ set doesn't even mind when his own questions are skipped, because learning of other lands and domains and gods and peoples happens to be one of his favorite things. certainly, he is argumentative when it comes to challenges to his perspective, but it doesn't mean he spurns the act of interrogating new things. ]
Hm. They're similar, but only in name.
The only god that devours souls is the goddess Ammit, and she only eats up those who do not live by maat. I could not say that any gods of my lands are even remotely like She Who Thirsts. They are far more about the protection and preservation of the soul. So, no. He is not a familiar god to me.
Nor am I particularly frightened by the idea that he might devour any of us. I have killed another divinity, after all.
no subject
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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!
no subject
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. ]