Birth of Ynnead

## As one rises...

You are Annevius Suflism, an alpha level psyker and one of the most talented of the divination choir.

Last year , Amara, the most talented of the divinerd has failed to obtain any information on the mysterious craftworlds , though whether because of the warp tides being uncooperative or deliberate obscuring on the aliens’ part she couldn’t tell.

Undeterred , she has come to the rest of the choir with a plan. Under heavy guard and supervision and with Octavia’s blessings, the best diviner psykers with the aid of the telepathis and Omnis will perform a ritual to collectively empower one talented psyker to peer into the immaterium for answers as well as shield them from the predators of the warp and chaos corruption.

You have volunteered yourself for the task. Though Amara protested , you said that you couldn’t risk your most talented diviner should this fall or worse ; this argument has convinced Marwyn to pick you.

Now in a room shielded by a thousand and one protective sigils and runes , you mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come as the power from your brothers and sisters pours into your very soul .

Suddenly you feel as if your very being was ejected from your body and after what seemed to be hours of being hurled by unseen currents , your mind assaulted by thousands of colours, whispers , screams and visions you finally start to see clearly.

You see the craftworlds gathering, somehow you know their names though you have never heard of them , every single one of the ancient vessels came , from populous Ulthwe to arrogant Biel-Tan and even the infamous Black Craftworld.

You see them all arrayed in a hexagonal shape , you can sense the immense power contained in each of their infinity circuits , the power of billions of souls which soon bloats and increases as every single Eldar is sacrificed to birth something, something immense .

As the last few farseers and warlocks give their souls into the soul circuits, everything thing goes silent as if the universe was holding its breath, anticipating what will happen next .

And then he/she/it surged forward, it’s name was death and yet it was hope at the same time .Its power was undeniable but it was possessed of majesty and grace that made it distinct from any of the devilish entities that inhabit the warp . Ynead, The Great God of the dead had awoken at last and it was about to strike its creators’ infernal eternal enemy.

Ynnead creation Roll= 3d100=241. Success. Ynead awakens at full power.

You prepare yourself as your consciousness is once again dragged through the empyrean and you find yourself gazing into the realm of the Dark Prince Slannesh, and you witness the hideous and yet elegant form of the youngest god as it directs its infernal legions against its brethren, so focused was s/he that the Ynead slithered through and struck the unaware Dark God with the collective power of tens of billions of luminous Eldar souls , inflicting a might wound and gravely weakening it.

Ynnead roll : 3d100=217 vs Slannesh roll : 3d100=29. Ynead Critical Success, -5 to all following Slannesh rolls

But Slannesh recovered quickly and upon seeing its opponent sneered in hatred at the avatar of its prey’s defiance and struck back with all its unholy strength. And thus you watched as two gods duel , one of discipline and self sacrifice and the other of selfishness and excess , the very antithesis of each other . Ynnead struck again and again but the dark prince evaded his strikes and delivered his own which the whispering god in return dodged , neither side managing to strike a meaningful blow.

Ynnead : 3d100=231 vs Slannesh : 3d100=236-5=231. Stalemate in neither’s favour

All the while at their feet , hordes of grotesque/magnificent daemons of Slannesh fought against legions of Eldar spirits , the shades of the Phoenix lords leading those warrior souls of their kind with a mastery rivalling even the most ancient and powerful neverborn . The daemons are driven back for now, leaving their mistress to fight alone but not for long.

Aldarei spirits : 3d100=189 vs Slanneshi daemons : 3d100=154. Phoenix lords triumph temporarily.

The battle between deities however was taking a turn for the worse , for Slannesh was quickly recovering from its wound earlier in the battle and while Ynnead was mighty, it couldn’t match the ruinous power at its full power . The Dark Prince were now swifter and more precise getting harder to dodge with each passing minute/century/eons/second and all the while it called for its greatest remaining champions to come to their progenitor’s aid . All the while Ynnead’s strength was being sapped slowly by the nightmarish realm . The God of the Dead had to act quickly.

Ynnead : 3d100=167 vs Slannesh : 3d100=176-5=171. Stalemate in Slannesh’s favour

And so it did , concentrating all its strength into a singular blow , Ynnead struck the dark prince and pierced right through its abdomen. Slannesh unleashed a blood curdling scream of pain and anguish , that would cause entire species to die and hundreds of systems to fall to unspeakable madness but it was the scream of a great beast as it was caught in a hunter’s trap .

His blade still lodged in the Dark God’s insides Ynnead slowly tore a gaping wound that ripped the chaos god’s stomach , and hundreds of billions of souls flooded out , they were comprised of Eldar, human , laer and every single species whose souls were enslaved by the lord of depravity across the eons were at last freed from their seemingly eternal suffering and escaped into the warp.

Ynnead : 3d100=297 vs Slannesh : 3d100=11-5=6. Near Perfect Success for Ynnead. Slannesh gains handicap -15 for each roll

Slannesh struggled it get free but its thrashing only injured it further but it had good reason for this, for from its insides , like worms struggling to free themselves from a decaying corpse , something stirred , things long thought dead and dust by almost everyone in the galaxy and yet survived somehow. The ancient Eldar gods , long thought devoured yet lived and sensing an opening poured all their remaining ounces of power to escape their prison in a mighty burst of multicoloured light , the Gods extremely weakened by their many eons of digestion appeared to your mortal mind as mere rays of light but nevertheless you recognised each of them as if there very essence screamed of their identities. You see Asuryan, Vaul , Moreg-hei and so many others fleeing barely escaping the infinity of tendrils and tentacles that emerged from their captors’ body who wouldn’t be denied its prize so easily

Eldar gods roll : 3d100= 287-70=217 vs Slannesh roll 3d100=103-5-15=83. Bare success for the Eldar gods . Eldar gods manage to escape albeit severely weakened.

Its task complete , the God of the Dead slithers away , leaving its victim to lick its wounds as its dark brethren seize upon its opportunity to attack with even greater ferocity.

At this precise moment , your colleagues drag you back into the land of the living , all the while you experience a hundred visions , a phoenix facing down a horde of walking corpses, a jester venturing into a forest of rot and pistilence , a single eye looking on the galaxy with absolute malice but only one truly causes you fear , your final vision before waking up in the sane universe of the material : an andrygous golden angelic being , its body and face perfect in every conceivable way, in his hands were massive rusted chains that held a beautiful but a dying and gaunt woman , despair marring her face. The Angel stares at you before laughing ; a low , mirthful laugh belaying unending cruelty.