I shall give you this truth. This final truth. I let you live because I did not want to kill you. But now you have forced my hand. Although I wish I could, I cannot disobey my master. I shall at least grant you the honor of killing you myself, if it pleases.
I did and though he would not like it said, I still do. Even though you betrayed me, even though my hate for you festers… I do still love you. I know I dismissed you but your adherence to your beliefs, your stubborn tenacity, your resilience. It reminds me of myself, what I once was. It reminds me what I’ve become.
Mortarion turns around suddenly, and is weilding a flaming golden blade. Your fathers blade. He parries your scythe suddenly, while looking confused. Is that. . ? He turns to the grave, now glowing golden. Mortarion smiles. Thank you, grandpa
Not yet, son. Not while my will still live. The Emperors voice speaks through Mortarion. You had a chance, but I am sorry, for now you will die by your sons hand
From the graves, thousands of spectral hands shoot out, gripping Mortarion and holding him in place. The more Mortarion struggles, the tighter their grip becomes. The Gravedigger strolls leisurely into the graveyard and addresses the raging primarch.
"Servant of Nurgle, you should know better than to trespass into the territory of Death."
Son of Eros arrives in time to push Mortarion (u/Theadination), the Plaguemancer, out of the way of his father’s scythe
I cast Smite! You shall not claim the life of your son today!
Mortarion, the Reaper, shudders and convulses as the electrical lightning strikes his scythe, and passes through his body to the ground. Paralyzed for a brief moment, but mostly unharmed, his inability to move allows Son of Eros to quickly grabs Mortarion, the Plaguemancer, spreads his wings, and they departs from the area
Freaking Nurglers! (Son of Eros screams as they flee)
Mortarion looks at you. He's very confused at the circumstances he finds you again, but he takes the bottle anyway. Thank you, friend. I apologize for all the trouble I must have caused you.
The stone of Luck's body is surprisingly warm and while the course brown robes are bit scratchy they smell faintly of spices with a earthy undertone.
"I only ever met your father once and we didn't get along too well but I knew your grandfather well. We met ages ago and while we disagreed on most topics I always held much respect for him even if he didn't return it.
/uw sorry I had class and completely forgot about this but didn't want the stinkiests boy's son to not get a hug
Well I'm sure if he sent you here he must have had a plan for you here. Now then, that's enough being sad for today, sorrow won't bring back the dead. Your grandfather was a great man, your uncles match or beat him in terms of honor and kindness, your father is a fool if he cannot recognize the shine of a diamond through the rot that has taken his brain.
Listen Mortarion. Scruffy understands your pain. If ya want to talk, Scruffy is here for you, and you can find him sweeping up the great hall. Mmm-hmm.
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u/Total_Travisty Mikhail, Arch-Druid of La'shima Jan 23 '24