Cegorach likes to peruse the artefacts of the Black library sometimes, or a minor aspect of him does at least (It would not do to have the entirety of his being collected in one place and vulnerable), He finds it tickles the part of him that enjoys gambling and  discovery. Most of the “rare” and “mysterious” artefacts that the Harlequins have collected are common and mundane to a god like Cegorach, but every so often he will find they have collected something surprising.

Todays lucky find is a trapped human soul, trapped not using any technology from what humans called the dark age of technology or the technowizardry of the Imperium that followed it. Very interesting indeed… The trickster god brings to bear more of his divine attention on the container for this trapped soul, but quickly judges the container inferior to Aeldar spirit stones. The soul itself is interesting though… it is rare to find a human without the metaphysical taint of the Emperor of mankind upon it. The souls container is an artefact of pure mage-craft without a hint of techno-sorcery, not something one sees often from human Psykers. The warlocks that trapped this soul used none of the arcane technology of the Imperium of man, or the Federation that fell before it. Ever more curious… the container binding the soul is old, older than almost any human artefact still surviving. Cegorach is surprised to find it is from when mankind barely took its first few faltering steps into its home solar system. Despite the lack of technology involved, the bindings to keep the soul trapped are rather ingenious in a simple  and primitive way. Cegorach has to give the bindings on this soul some credit for having lasted over 30 millennia using nothing but the simple and weak magic available to humanity at the time.

The binding might not be useful… but the soul might be. It is free from the taint of the gods of Chaos or from the corpse Emperor of mankind. What to do with a human soul without any taint to it….

Cegorach starts to giggle to himself, he has had a NEW idea, something not close to anything he has though of before, oh what fun, but that is a terrible idea to go through with. The chances of this idea working out are too slim for even the Daemon god of plotters Tzeentch to rely on, but, the more reasons Cegorach thinks of why not to do it, the more he wants to.

Cegorach is the god of gamblers as well as tricksters, and this feels like a very amusing gamble, why not try a plan so far fetched even Tzeentch won’t see it coming. Some of the failure states could end up destroying the galaxy as a very unlikely outcome, but most of the possible failures states to the idea were harmless, and the possibility of success was intoxicating… it could create something to occupy the existential threats that all sentient life in the galaxy faced, a possibility of a respite to let his people recover and prepare, perhaps even a true defeat to some of the enemies his people faced.

Cegorach had other plans in motion as well, and if this worked out he would have a lot more time and leeway to bring them to fruition.

Despite the slight risk of a galaxy ending threat, the trickster god has convinced himself to go ahead with, whats one more galaxy ending threat in a galaxy full of them anyway? It could hardly make things that much worse. The possibility of things getting better and the fun of being able to watch this play out outweighed those risks to him. Perhaps if Isha were here she might have talked him out of this, but she is not.

Cegorach, the trickster god of the Aeldar, plucks the ancient human soul from its bindings, reaches across the galaxy and unceremoniously shoves it into the body of an Ork about to spawn.

This should be fun. 

Cegorach likes to peruse the artefacts of the Black library sometimes, or a minor aspect of him does at least (It would not do to have the entirety of his being collected in one place and vulnerable), He finds it tickles the part of him that enjoys gambling and  discovery. Most of the “rare” and “mysterious” artefacts that the Harlequins have collected are common and mundane to a god like Cegorach, but every so often he will find they have collected something surprising.

Todays lucky find is a trapped human soul, trapped not using any technology from what humans called the dark age of technology or the technowizardry of the Imperium that followed it. Very interesting indeed… The trickster god brings to bear more of his divine attention on the container for this trapped soul, but quickly judges the container inferior to Aeldar spirit stones. The soul itself is interesting though… it is rare to find a human without the metaphysical taint of the Emperor of mankind upon it. The souls container is an artefact of pure mage-craft without a hint of techno-sorcery, not something one sees often from human Psykers. The warlocks that trapped this soul used none of the arcane technology of the Imperium of man, or the Federation that fell before it. Ever more curious… the container binding the soul is old, older than almost any human artefact still surviving. Cegorach is surprised to find it is from when mankind barely took its first few faltering steps into its home solar system. Despite the lack of technology involved, the bindings to keep the soul trapped are rather ingenious in a simple  and primitive way. Cegorach has to give the bindings on this soul some credit for having lasted over 30 millennia using nothing but the simple and weak magic available to humanity at the time.

The binding might not be useful… but the soul might be. It is free from the taint of the gods of Chaos or from the corpse Emperor of mankind. What to do with a human soul without any taint to it….

Cegorach starts to giggle to himself, he has had a NEW idea, something not close to anything he has though of before, oh what fun, but that is a terrible idea to go through with. The chances of this idea working out are too slim for even the Daemon god of plotters Tzeentch to rely on, but, the more reasons Cegorach thinks of why not to do it, the more he wants to.

Cegorach is the god of gamblers as well as tricksters, and this feels like a very amusing gamble, why not try a plan so far fetched even Tzeentch won’t see it coming. Some of the failure states could end up destroying the galaxy as a very unlikely outcome, but most of the possible failures states to the idea were harmless, and the possibility of success was intoxicating… it could create something to occupy the existential threats that all sentient life in the galaxy faced, a possibility of a respite to let his people recover and prepare, perhaps even a true defeat to some of the enemies his people faced.

Cegorach had other plans in motion as well, and if this worked out he would have a lot more time and leeway to bring them to fruition.

Despite the slight risk of a galaxy ending threat, the trickster god has convinced himself to go ahead with, whats one more galaxy ending threat in a galaxy full of them anyway? It could hardly make things that much worse. The possibility of things getting better and the fun of being able to watch this play out outweighed those risks to him. Perhaps if Isha were here she might have talked him out of this, but she is not.

Cegorach, the trickster god of the Aeldar, plucks the ancient human soul from its bindings, reaches across the galaxy and unceremoniously shoves it into the body of an Ork about to spawn.

This should be fun. 

Cegorach likes to peruse the artefacts of the Black library sometimes, or a minor aspect of him does at least (It would not do to have the entirety of his being collected in one place and vulnerable), He finds it tickles the part of him that enjoys gambling and discovery. Most of the “rare” and “mysterious” artefacts that the Harlequins have collected are common and mundane to a god like Cegorach, but every so often he will find they have collected something surprising.

Todays lucky find is a trapped human soul, trapped not using any technology from what humans called the dark age of technology or the technowizardry of the Imperium that followed it. Very interesting indeed… The trickster god brings to bear more of his divine attention on the container for this trapped soul, but quickly judges the container inferior to Aeldar spirit stones. The soul itself is interesting though… it is rare to find a human without the metaphysical taint of the Emperor of mankind upon it. The souls container is an artefact of pure mage-craft without a hint of techno-sorcery, not something one sees often from human Psykers. The warlocks that trapped this soul used none of the arcane technology of the Imperium of man, or the Federation that fell before it. Ever more curious… the container binding the soul is old, older than almost any human artefact still surviving. Cegorach is surprised to find it is from when mankind barely took its first few faltering steps into its home solar system. Despite the lack of technology involved, the bindings to keep the soul trapped are rather ingenious in a simple  and primitive way. Cegorach has to give the bindings on this soul some credit for having lasted over 30 millennia using nothing but the simple and weak magic available to humanity at the time.

The binding might not be useful… but the soul might be. It is free from the taint of the gods of Chaos or from the corpse Emperor of mankind. What to do with a human soul without any taint to it….

Cegorach starts to giggle to himself, he has had a NEW idea, something not close to anything he has though of before, oh what fun, but that is a terrible idea to go through with. The chances of this idea working out are too slim for even the Daemon god of plotters Tzeentch to rely on, but, the more reasons Cegorach thinks of why not to do it, the more he wants to.

Cegorach is the god of gamblers as well as tricksters, and this feels like a very amusing gamble, why not try a plan so far fetched even Tzeentch won’t see it coming. Some of the failure states could end up destroying the galaxy as a very unlikely outcome, but most of the possible failures states to the idea were harmless, and the possibility of success was intoxicating… it could create something to occupy the existential threats that all sentient life in the galaxy faced, a possibility of a respite to let his people recover and prepare, perhaps even a true defeat to some of the enemies his people faced.

Cegorach had other plans in motion as well, and if this worked out he would have a lot more time and leeway to bring them to fruition.

Despite the slight risk of a galaxy ending threat, the trickster god has convinced himself to go ahead with, whats one more galaxy ending threat in a galaxy full of them anyway? It could hardly make things that much worse. The possibility of things getting better and the fun of being able to watch this play out outweighed those risks to him. Perhaps if Isha were here she might have talked him out of this, but she is not.

Cegorach, the trickster god of the Aeldar, plucks the ancient human soul from its bindings, reaches across the galaxy and unceremoniously shoves it into the body of an Ork about to spawn.

This should be fun. 

Cegorach likes to peruse the artefacts of the Black library sometimes, or a minor aspect of him does at least (It would not do to have the entirety of his being collected in one place and vulnerable), He finds it tickles the part of him that enjoys gambling and discovery. Most of the “rare” and “mysterious” artefacts that the Harlequins have collected are common and mundane to a god like Cegorach, but every so often he will find they have collected something surprising.

Todays lucky find is a trapped human soul, trapped not using any technology from what humans called the dark age of technology or the technowizardry of the Imperium that followed it. Very interesting indeed… The trickster god brings to bear more of his divine attention on the container for this trapped soul, but quickly judges the container inferior to Aeldar spirit stones. The soul itself is interesting though… it is rare to find a human without the metaphysical taint of the Emperor of mankind upon it. The souls container is an artefact of pure mage-craft without a hint of techno-sorcery, not something one sees often from human Psykers. The warlocks that trapped this soul used none of the arcane technology of the Imperium of man, or the Federation that fell before it. Ever more curious… the container binding the soul is old, older than almost any human artefact still surviving. Cegorach is surprised to find it is from when mankind barely took its first few faltering steps into its home solar system. Despite the lack of technology involved, the bindings to keep the soul trapped are rather ingenious in a simple and primitive way. Cegorach has to give the bindings on this soul some credit for having lasted over 30 millennia using nothing but the simple and weak magic available to humanity at the time.

The binding might not be useful… but the soul might be. It is free from the taint of the gods of Chaos or from the corpse Emperor of mankind. What to do with a human soul without any taint to it….

Cegorach starts to giggle to himself, he has had a NEW idea, something not close to anything he has though of before, oh what fun, but that is a terrible idea to go through with. The chances of this idea working out are too slim for even the Daemon god of plotters Tzeentch to rely on, but, the more reasons Cegorach thinks of why not to do it, the more he wants to.

Cegorach is the god of gamblers as well as tricksters, and this feels like a very amusing gamble, why not try a plan so far fetched even Tzeentch won’t see it coming. Some of the failure states could end up destroying the galaxy as a very unlikely outcome, but most of the possible failures states to the idea were harmless, and the possibility of success was intoxicating… it could create something to occupy the existential threats that all sentient life in the galaxy faced, a possibility of a respite to let his people recover and prepare, perhaps even a true defeat to some of the enemies his people faced.

Cegorach had other plans in motion as well, and if this worked out he would have a lot more time and leeway to bring them to fruition.

Despite the slight risk of a galaxy ending threat, the trickster god has convinced himself to go ahead with, whats one more galaxy ending threat in a galaxy full of them anyway? It could hardly make things that much worse. The possibility of things getting better and the fun of being able to watch this play out outweighed those risks to him. Perhaps if Isha were here she might have talked him out of this, but she is not.

Cegorach, the trickster god of the Aeldar, plucks the ancient human soul from its bindings, reaches across the galaxy and unceremoniously shoves it into the body of an Ork about to spawn.

This should be fun. 

Cegorach likes to peruse the artefacts of the Black library sometimes, or a minor aspect of him does at least (It would not do to have the entirety of his being collected in one place and vulnerable), He finds it tickles the part of him that enjoys gambling and discovery. Most of the “rare” and “mysterious” artefacts that the Harlequins have collected are common and mundane to a god like Cegorach, but every so often he will find they have collected something surprising.

Todays lucky find is a trapped human soul, trapped not using any technology from what humans called the dark age of technology or the technowizardry of the Imperium that followed it. Very interesting indeed… The trickster god brings to bear more of his divine attention on the container for this trapped soul, but quickly judges the container inferior to Aeldar spirit stones. The soul itself is interesting though… it is rare to find a human without the metaphysical taint of the Emperor of mankind upon it. The souls container is an artefact of pure mage-craft without a hint of techno-sorcery, not something one sees often from human Psykers. The warlocks that trapped this soul used none of the arcane technology of the Imperium of man, or the Federation that fell before it. Ever more curious… the container binding the soul is old, older than almost any human artefact still surviving. Cegorach is surprised to find it is from when mankind barely took its first few faltering steps into its home solar system. Despite the lack of technology involved, the bindings to keep the soul trapped are rather ingenious in a simple and primitive way. Cegorach has to give the bindings on this soul some credit for having lasted over 30 millennia using nothing but the simple and weak magic available to humanity at the time.

The binding might not be useful… but the soul might be. It is free from the taint of the gods of Chaos or from the corpse Emperor of mankind. What to do with a human soul without any taint to it….

Cegorach starts to giggle to himself, he has had a NEW idea, something not close to anything he has thought of before, novelty is something to be cherished for a god as old as he was. As fun as having a novel idea is… that is a truly terrible idea to go through with. The chances of this idea working out are too slim for even the Daemon god of plotters Tzeentch to rely on, but the more reasons Cegorach thinks of why not to do it, the more he wants to do it.

Cegorach is the god of gamblers as well as tricksters, and this feels like a very amusing gamble, why not try a plan so far fetched even Tzeentch won’t see it coming? Some of the failure states could end up destroying the galaxy as a very unlikely outcome, but most of the possible failures states to the idea were harmless or even positive, and the possibility of success was intoxicating… this could create something to occupy the existential threats that all sentient life in the galaxy faced, a possibility of a respite to let his people recover and prepare, perhaps even a true defeat to some of the enemies his people faced.

Cegorach had other plans in motion as well, and if this worked out he would have a lot more time and leeway to bring them to fruition.

Despite the slight risk of a galaxy ending threat, the trickster god has convinced himself to go ahead with, whats one more galaxy ending threat in a galaxy full of them anyway? It could hardly make things that much worse. The possibility of things getting better and the fun of being able to watch this play out outweighed those risks to him. Perhaps if Isha were here she might have talked him out of this, but she is not.

Cegorach, the trickster god of the Aeldar, plucks the ancient human soul from its bindings, reaches across the galaxy and unceremoniously shoves it into the body of an Ork about to spawn.

This should be fun.