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Heyy people, this is just a rough copy of chapter one and if I get enough responses from people who like it, I'll get chapter 2 up soon!

Saga of the Stormbringer.

INQUISITORIAL REPORT, REGARDING “STORMBRINGER” 999.M41. THE EMPEROR PROTECTS.
Tzeentch’s heralds are almost unparalleled in the arcane lore of sorcery, only outclassed by the Lords of Change themselves. One of the most powerful of these heralds is a horror by the name of Stormbringer, who rides among her lesser daemons on a flying disc of Tzeentch. Last recorded appearance: 999.M41, during the battle of Pantrax III:

Stormbringer approached her master Tzeentch’s throne room, involuntarily gibbering and cackling. her pink flesh trembled as it entered the mighty hall, the walls ever shifting and changing with magical energies. Tzeentch sat in a ponderous pose, his throne a conglomeration of colours real and unimaginable, he summoned Stormbringer closer, beckoning her closer with his long, spindly finger. “What is your will my master?” Said Stormbringer, between her giggles and squeaks. Tzeentch had no need to speak, he told her through inexplicable means. “It will be done my lord!” Stormbringer quickly left the room, her purpose clear, she now needed a host to lead to war, the planet designated ‘Pantrax III’ would become Tzeentch’s playground.
She and her entourage, twenty horrors of Tzeentch known throughout the Immaterium as ‘The Carnival’, travelled to the lands of the Brass Citadel, seeking the executioner of Khorne. They found him cleansing his newly-collected prize, a skull of a Daemonette, with shimmering fire. Stormbringer approached Khorne’s champion carefully, ever aware of the mighty Hellblade the daemon held.
“Speak your piece, worm.” Said Skulltaker, briefly acknowledging Stormbringer.
“I have a proposition for you U’Zuhl.”
“Go on...” Skulltaker’s interest was piqued.
“I am in need of some...’muscle’ to put it vulgarly in an up incoming invasion and I would request your help.” Stormbringer chose her words carefully, trying to entice the champion of Khorne.
“And what would I have to gain, Herald of the Fallen One?” Skulltaker enquired.
“A world to make Khorne's. A world of skulls. A sea of blood.” Stormbringer crooned, fighting seizures.
“And what in return?”
“Your help, to make it possible.”
“You have it.” And at this, U'Zuhl turned towards the source of a gore stream. Stepping into it, he disappeared.
Once more, Stormbringer fell into the maze of Tzeentch, and made her preparations...


[+EDIT+] Chapter 2!!


[i]Stormbringer and her entourage were gathered, awaiting the host of U’Zuhl to join them, beside what could only mortally be described as a crack between dimensions, warpfire and raw matter spurted and belched from the wound in the fabric of reality, quickly tainted, changed and corrupted by the powers of chaos. She was weaving magical charms and sorcerous incantations, around the fault-line, making ready to tear it asunder. From the distance came the sound of a screeching war-horn, and the thundering hooves that shook the very ground came into view when fifty massive Juggernaughts stampeded into sight, hastily followed by zealous bloodletters of the blood god. All were behind the Skulltaker however, his mighty chariot leading the throngs and scores of Khorne’s minions. Stormbringer advanced atop her mighty disc toward U’Zuhl as the advance of the red tide halted.
“Greetings, head-hunter.” Stormbringer curtseyed to the exalted champion.
“Is all prepared?” He grunted impatiently.
“Indeed, just keep the humans busy long enough for us to steal the artifact and the planet is yours.
“Then what are we waiting for? TO WAR!!” He screeched and was received by a cacophony of blood-hungered screams.

The crack deepened, gaining speed as it split and tore apart. There could be seen on the other side, warriors clad in mighty armour, a harrowing black with a brazen white raven on the shoulder. The marines became aware of the opening, slowly building itself, readying a mighty crescendo of death and despair. They opened fire into the tear, in vain, and the energies of the immaterium ripped the gash asunder into an all mighty portal and through it heralded the scions of Khorne. As assault marine battled bloodletter, screamers battled thunderhawks and horrors blasted at tactical marines, Stormbringer weaved through them all, utilising her glamours of deception she made for the artifact. She blasted past Skulltaker, engaging a white-helmed soldier with huge claws attached to his hands, neither able to land a telling blow on each other. She drew near; it called to her, from inside a ruined reliquary. Dismounting stealthily and glancing back in time to see U’Zuhl cut the marine captain’s stomach plating, causing him to stumble backwards in time to avoid a fatal blow and jump into the skies above, she entered the ruin. It seemed to be a place of worship for the mortals, the huge statue of a man the only preserved thing in the building. She could sense it, she was getting closer and she gibbered and giggled in girlish delight. However, to her surprise, there stood a young human boy, possibly eleven or twelve earth cycles old. Confused, she approached with caution; he was resonating extremely strongly with psyonic charge, akin to that of a herald of her rank! It turned to face her, a look of sheer terror in his eyes, hunted by marine and daemon alike. As she closed in further, it took her by surprise by unleashing a powerful discharge of lightning-like energies. Barely managing to summon a shield to counter it, she could feel the boys’ power; he was terrified, making him even more dangerous. He was simply astounding however! So much power in something so small, it baffled her! She retaliated by sending a stream of weak-warpfire towards him, careful not to kill him. He dispersed it as if it were smoke and unleashed another bolt, destroying her left arm. The boy was so powerful; she would not last much longer in a war of attrition. Reaching into his mind, she sought to shut him down. But the boy was as powerful in spirit as sorcery. The ensuing mind war was almost equal, neither side keeping a decisive advantage for long before the other snatched it back. In such a moment where Stormbringer was losing, she sensed him giving into the false hope of winning and quickly loosed a blot of warpfire, pinning the boy to a wall. Encasing him in daemonic chains, she began to drag him back outside, to her disc.
The battle outside was taking an intriguing turn, the marines were being reinforced by the dreaded bane of daemons, the Grey Knights that struck from the sky in rapid response. Led by Brother-Captain Stern, they assaulted Skulltaker’s vanguard, the Bloodcrushers with holy fervour. Stormbringer slowly slipped back through the warp and deviously double-crossed U’Zuhl by closing the warp-rift behind her...

What did you think? Please leave a comment! very grateful!

Zepher

As a player of Chaos, I must say that you have grasped the gods fairly well. However, perhaps you could beef it out a bit more with better description

I know, this is just a rough copy, like I say I would like to write more and also I'd be very happy if people wanted to contribute anything themselves

I would love to see more. I've always tried, but I can never get the characters right. I'm no good at dialogue or emotions, but apparently, by popular opinion, my descriptgions are good. Here's a rework of your piece:

Stormbringer lurched through the twisted corridors of the Warp. His eyes, forever gripped by miasmas of pulsating light, fell upon another Warp- form. The Mouthpiece of Tzeentch. His malformed near- corpse could well have been a tribute to Grandfather Nurgle, if it were not for the distinctive heraldry of the Lord of Change. Gibbering through contorted lips, Stormbringer squealed.
'What do you require of me, Mighty One?'
A flash of images burned themselves into his mind, temporarily twisting the Warp even further around Stormbringer's head. Through no conceivable means, the servant of Tzeentch found himself, surrounded by daemons of his god, upon a plain of skulls, punctuated by macabre showers of gore. Amid the sheer madness, a Champion of Khorne stood. The Skulltaker. U'zuhl. Crouching astride a mound of daemonic skulls, U'zuhl glared at the misshapen bodies of his Tzeentchian guests.
'What do you want, grub?' he growled, crushing a skull in his fist.
'I want to make a proposition. A world.'
'Continue...'
'A world to make Khorne's. A world of skulls. A sea of blood.' Strombringer crooned, fighting seizures.
'And what in return?'
'Your help. To make it possible.'
'You have it.' And at this, U'zuhl turned towards the source of a gore stream. Stepping into it, he disappeared.
Once more, Stormbringer fell into the maze of Tzeentch, and made his preparations...

I like it!
I may mix 'n' match some things from this if it's alright with you?

Sure man, its your story. I just hope this is helpful, and that you will call on me again when you need assistance.

Will do


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Chapter 2 is up!!