Samuel Raynor's Story

Aewisp swirled around Samuel Raynor

Mitch Agile has been wondering from place to place for a long time. He would continue to do so. Hoping to find new friends and more intriguing things. He was excited to see what the world had in store for him.

Mitch Agile has been wondering from place to place for a long time. He would continue to do so. Hoping to find new friends and more intriguing things. He was excited to see what the world had in store for him.

Atop the endless fields of Genesis a thin network of flat braces sat. Myrkul harvested the endless grasses as it built infrastructure and resources to better serve humankind. However, Genesis had its limitations in an immutable structure and aggressive nonaffinity for anything at all. A place far too neutral for its liking as its resources burgeoned. Space was difficult to move here thus leaving for the diplomatic arrangement. A wellspring well recharged after the breach of the bulwark provided more options. The infrastructure of cognizance crystal storage anchoring their transport network instead of the creature itself.

Though this place seemed a metropolitan area of imperial imagery writ in grey sandstone, obsidian monoliths, and pale white psistone it carried a purpose a different to one that dwarfed mountains. As the creature returned to genesis the sky alit in violent sparks of obstinate reality distending. Four spark eyes erupt into pure cerulean as the only spiraling luminous clouds in that infinite sky. Violent silty nebulae carve its way into Genesis as the overbeing emerges once more to return to its servitors. Whom knowing its arrival scurried past imperials confused and alarmed alike stopping only when interrogated as to what was going on.

“The Aether is complete enough to travel,” said each of the stoic creatures in their terse dusty monotone.

Spars emerge between ground supports as attentive servitors anchor the long roads spreading in every direction. A core of panels underpinning each building shifting and morphing as spars and machinery engage. As the large overbeing descends the network of tall observation spires fringing this place sprint into action. A thousand repeater obelisks, stories high, converge across an uncurved horizon their bronze aethermechanic gear transmissions racing within their lower section. Each silent if not for wind racing past. All hovering upright toward the Overbeing in growing erratic wakes of green grass. Myrkul’s vein rose miles high into the endless sky as each spear pounces bottom first toward the hard segments that appeared to compose the worm titan. Instead, as they bury their lower points to a ripple and detonation of motes, gears loose ponderous bellows from impacts of connecting axels and meshing gears. Deafening ears far across the landscape. Soon after an immense ticking as Myrkul engages with the structures in unison.

Decorated with spines the segmented plates that seem to serve as its skin shuffle and shift as they reorganize some nameless interior. The psychic field here a riotous cacophony of an intellect that sets itself apart as a weapon solely willed by the God-Emperor of Mankind for humanity’s causes. Inside these moving cathedrals floating within the overbeing single instants reorganize access planes in a flickered hall of mirrors. Quick enough that only a space marine might notice an unobstructed plane’s reassertion. In a sense packing its bags more sacred spaces of the Living Emperor were now buried deep inside to protect them. This paranoid servitor Overbeing was ever wary of Aetherkind.

A small waver in the collective grass came as Myrkul took hold of the great plates now containing buildings for imperial constructs. As it had built its own constructs Imperials that came from Wing City or other distant locales built their own. A metropolis that shifted in a grand momentum as entire regions raise from their sturdy plant on immutable soil. Gravity still downward even as city blocks or even manufactorums hefted into the air as these metropolitan puzzle pieces slowly arranged between the spires face inward. Other roads and byways dismantling entirely to reorganize the transportation network as they filled the gaps. Now the hard-edged sheath had its buildings on the inside. An armor without built from shining bricks of ebon and gold mesh the sheath took final shape above the earth. Genesis’ grass seemly no less disturbed by the oppressive weight once above it an immutable thing that initiated such difficulty. In little time the thunderous boom of connecting city blocks slowly ceased. An imperial eagle the size of some battleships now writ large upon the cyst’s leading edge.

A swirling warp aperture erupts within the sky as the sheath’s inner hardware vibrates the air and rattles teeth as it comes to activity. The hovering edifice alights in patterns on its lower section as titanic psycholocomotors slips Myrkul out of Genesis for the last time. Soon the plane would cleanse all traces that it ever remained at all. One last howling hurricane of air moved to fill the void as it traveled through the warp gate that blows grass inward as the creature slowly ebbs away. Soon the last vestige of the dark cyst passes the gate with harsh clanking and a blinding flash. Severed space welded back together once more. A warp concretion falls from the sky. A boulder of crystalline artifact from its passing the healed scar of a plane passing such a creature with its attendant mass through the fabric of reality.

As a testament to its immutable substance, the heavy warp concretion merely cracks and shatters on impact. Warp concretions shot as hot hail in every direction. Detonation hails these unstable fragments far and wide. Wrath of fracture arrested through collapse arrested the energy-hungry scar’s impact. The things had dubious power from both sides of the warp aperture. As well as the exotic matter of unknown substances concreting from the Immaterium and ordered space. Perhaps they would be valuable to some other soul but Myrkul could not attend this side. The sky was quiet once more and Genesis lay placid as ever if now sparkling.

The Chronicler appeared behind Michael. He walked upon the grass barefooted, his azure robes drifting in the celestial breeze. The strange man looked upon the boy with blindfolded eyes and smiled.

"Greetings, child." He said. "Welcome to Genesis - the beginning and the end. Where will the currents of Fate and Chance take you, I wonder?"

Haz stumbled forward onto the grass, looking rather surprised at the immediate change in his surroundings. Mere moments ago he had been running through the backstreets of the city, so to be thrust into a vast looking field in the middle of nowhere certainly left him feeling atleast a little concerned. As he looked down to his hands he also noticed that the glowing canister he had been tasked with smuggling had lost its distinct shine, perhaps he'd been caught in the accidental activation of some kind of spell again? Normally that would cause problems with pay, but as things were it was probably more important he figured out where he even was. With a sigh he tucked away the package and took a good look around the plains, using his hearing and the zoom in his helmet. "Anyone, Hellooooo?!?"

Mitch opened his eyes from the nap upon noticing a darker presence appear. It wasnt the kind of dark that was evil neither, more of a tainted soul. This person wasnt that far off either, maybe a couple of leaps away.

Mitch got up, short in stature, and dusted off his hoodie and pants. He adjust his skull on his head for physical activity. It would stay fastened because its soul bound to him, but he like it tilted for style.

Mitch looked left, where he sensed the new presence. He took a step forward. Then another. Then another. With each step, it would seem like he was covering yards. It was almost as if he were warping space. Eventually he took one leap, effortlessly tapping off the ground and joining the avians in the sky.

"Oooh!" He would exclaim, almost clipping a raven.

He begin to fall rapidly, aiming to hard land in front of this new interesting looking person.

Mitch heard a voice greeting his 'new interest' whilst on his way down. He could feel the presence of a deity in the new figure and he did not like it.

He had reached terminal velocity before landing, so when he finally reached land, the hard ground would buckle underneath him and form a 10 foot crater. Blowing up dust everywhere. He would walk out of the crater, nonchalant and with a giant smile on his face. Baring teeth that would be creepily white, and his blue eyes would glow in excitement. His casual wear was a white shirt, a blue and black jacket with a hood attached. He had some stylish shorts that stopped above the knees and a pair of boots that matched the color of his wear.

The crater he made would defy his stature. He was short and looked just like any other 12 year old would, except for the odd perfections here and there. He looked left and right, eventually laying eyes on the being whom he thought to be a deity. Or at least, it seemed to have the presence of one.

Mitch scowled at it.

"You better not ruin whatever fun will be had from me befriending the pup here." He said in a clearly annoyed voice.

Mitch made a face that was something between amusement and shock. After a beat, he pulled a hand from his pocket to make a showful facepalm. He laughed, judging the statement to be very funny.

"What? Me? Violent? If only you knew how my brothers are. THOSE are the violent ones. I just want to have fun. The pup over here is lost. I wanna help him on his way. In exchange, I want to go with him. A simple bargain in the name of excitement!" He said with a smile, before swaying left and right. Balancing from one foot to the other.

He didnt want to be in a situation where he had to argue with a deity. It was always tiresome and restrictive.

Mitch looked over at the curtsey of the deity, Ondona. He had heard the name and now knew why he felt disdain. No matter, he turned over to the new pup. Noticing the inquisitive aura and look of excitement glinting in his eyes. He knew the pup was hooked on adventure. Just like himself. Mitch walked up to introduce himself, he stopped a foot short.

"Mitch Agile of Hubris. Although I dont look it, I'm not that far off from what she represents." He said, pointing in Ondona's direction with his thumb over his back. He then reached out to shake the man's hand.

Mitch took the hand of Haz, and upon hearing himself referred to as a psuedo god, he had a flashing memory of his mother calling him a garbage excuse for a Bathory, let alone her son.

"You were supposed to be a slayer of the ones above, but you only turned out to be a dissapointment."

The helmet would seem to whisper these words to Mitch and whomever was perceptive enough to hear it.

Mitch's skull helmet that was shaped like a goat, began to glow purple. The hollowed space where eyes should have been, began to glow a brilliant pink color. The aura coming off the helmet would be sweet, seductive and dangerous. Everyone, including upper beings, would be drawn to its aura. It literally leaked out in pulsing waves. Althiugh...it wouldn't feel harmful, no...it was not malicious. In fact, if one could pull thier gaze away from it's all consuming invite, they would notice Mitch's own body giving off an opposing sandy brown aura. It was combating the waves coming off the skull, feelings of welcome, giddiness and sacrifice were coming off of Mitch's body. Counterering the pulsing waves of the helmet, attempting to guard Haz and Ondona.

His eyes were now shifting from blue to bronze, swirling combatively around his now purple pupils. Everything seen, would be experienced over the course of a few seconds in reality. But It would feel like an eternity to Haz. Although the goddess would know that the space around Mitch was merely being warped by the combative auras.

"I'm merely a remnant. A fragment of intention that was displaced and discarded. So call me my name, Mitch. I am me. Not whomever you think I'm supposed to be." Mitch said to the helmet and himself. Forgetting Haz, but also addressing him still. For the words were applicable to both.

His voice would be slightly deeper and give off a sense of great power. After finishing the sentence. The helmet will sort of huff at Mitch, almost like its disappointed. Them settle down, stopping all the activity. For which Mitch will let go of the hand he was holding the entire time. Mitch dropped his aura and would smile weakly. An apology will form in his eyes alongside his very obvious mask of a smile. He would backflip from where he stood, landing softly ten feet away. A contrast to his entrance, he would look back and forth between the two. Not saying anything, he would bow and begin to simply stand.

One could tell from his hesitation about his lineage how complex things were. They only need research whom Geb was and things would start to fall into place.

Mitch wasn't ready to tell the truth fully. Anyone attempting to research his entire past would find out that all identifications and tracing can only relate him to a planet of earth spirits that fed off energy to survive...which isn't exactly false...but it certainly isn't the truth neither. Mitch shook his his head in disappointment and sighed.

"Also, no. We don't all do that. We hide our aura's or suppress powers. Like this helmet is doing for me. To be frank, at my current state, that one there would fold me like a turtleburger, or a grillcake." He indicated towards Ondona with a head nod.

I trust my gut and my thoughts

Peter R. Sheffield removes his helmet and holds it in one hand as he surveys his surroundings.