Slaanesh

Slaanesh laughed as he looked at the chair. He turned over, pulling her ontop of him and began to trace patterns over her back with his fingernails. A tingling sensation accompanied it as a tattoo branded her his Champion. It was similiar to the one he had given Alora only not as painful. "Rest Champion. You may return to where you belong any time you please. Likewise you can return here." He knew she was wanted elsewhere.

Slaanesh smiled as he felt her arms go about his neck, deepening the kiss. When they came up for air, he moved them over to a low set lounge chair, bringing her down onto his knees so that he was holding her. He returned her smile. He would take things gently with his newest champion. "I take it that is a yes" He smiled, waiting for her response before kissing her again.

"I am all that and more." He showed her into another chamber. This one was filled with luxurious though intimate surroundings. Placing down his glass on a low table, he held out his hand for Armiena to take. "I can be whatever you wish me to be, the very embodiment of your desires. I am what you would call a God. I have an offer for you, one I have given to a select few. I am in need of Champions, of representatives. I am asking you to become one." He drew her into his arms, kissing her gently.

Withdrawing from the kiss, slaanesh answered her question. "sentient beings mastered the art of deceiving themselves long ago. The jedi busy themselves with ideals of peace and order, whilst the sith squabble and fight amongst themselves for power. Neither group is right or wrong, simply different. The only constant in the galaxy is chaos. Order is simply an imposed illusion. As soon as those imposing the idea are gone, everything returns to its natural state. Im not trying to convince you to leave the jedi, or change your perception, just to realise that it is just that: A perception." As he finished speaking, a scantily clad servant approached, bearing fruits and wine. Offering Armiena one of the goblets, he took one up himself, before continuing to walk. "It is your choice to believe what you will, but everyone here is under my protection. This world is what i choose it to be. It can be your greatest fantasy, or your worst enemy, its entirely up to you."

As armenia allowed her feet to carry her where they wished, she felt a slight brush over her shoulders, before finding herself with a strong arm around her shoulders. Walking with her, the male form of slaanesh spoke. "Armiena dear, you should relax. Stop worrying about the future, it is never truely certain..." As slaanesh spoke, his tone began to change, until he was speaking his own idle thoughts. "This reality finds its natural state in total and utter chaos... All these ideas of order, humanity... they are just masks, human ideas to allow them to perceive this state of chaos, and leave their minds in-tact. The sooner you realise this, the sooner you will realise that the difference between a sith and a jedi is simply perception. When it all comes down to it, neither the sith or the jedi are good or evil, they simply are. Sometimes it takes a fairly major shock to allow this idea to sink in..." Slaanesh smiled at the jedi, and leaned down towards her, kissing her lightly, but sending a wave of pleasure through her all the same. It was time to change Armiena's reality.

Looking to alora once again, slaanesh moved a little shock into her voice. "Why my dear, I hold no doubts that you are far more alluring than armiena here, but she is of pure spirit. There is more than one kind of beauty, and i doubt i could accuse you of being pure of spirit. As far as you are concerned, it would be an accusation." And with those few simple sentences, slaanesh taught alora the first of many lessons she had to offer. Far too many people were caught up in the allures and pleasures of physical beauty to stand back and admire the qualities of spiritual beauty. Although armiena was indeed a very beautiful woman, her spirit and naievity left a far different impression upon slaanesh.

When alora and armiena entered slaanesh's temple, they were greeted by slaanesh herself. "Well, alora, youve brought me a jedi. How considerate. Ive been watching this one for a little while. In some ways, she even outshines you my dear." She looked at alora, smiling a little, before moving forwards and caressing armiena's cheek.

Slaanesh felt the presence of a jedi, and streched out to it, interested. Gently curling her own presence around the womans, she tugged gently upon it, infusing the desire for the woman to meet slaanesh in person, to... experience her. Calling to alora through the force, she said "Come, bring her, you have most definately aroused my interest."

Licking her lips slowly, slaanesh simply said "Your both coming with me..." A few servants heard the comment, and took the hint. A bell was tolled, and bell towers near by began tolling their bells, the signal spreading across the entire planet within 15 minutes, aided by slaanesh's alteration of a few minds. Soon the entire population of verzah torrah was enjoying the pleasures of the nearest person. Leading alora and zad into her own chambers, slaanesh spread her arms wide, wearing nothing but a seductive smile as she showed the two the beauties of her chambers, and her own beauty.

Considering Exodus's words, slaanesh was about to invite him into her own chambers when her soon to be champion strode out to the landing pad, questioning her in a slightly curt tone. Gesturing to a servant, Exodus was led to a fresh set of bedchambers to sleep. By the time he awoke, his master would be whole again, albeit with a fair deal of mechanics and synthetics. Sliding her hands up onto her hips, Slaanesh simply said "I required your presence. Is there a problem with that?" As she spoke, she seemed to slowly float forwards, until she was standing right infront of him. Gently reaching out and playing with the pink orb around his neck, She smiled, and manipulated the energies within it. Soon the orb almost seemed to be pulsating, sending gentle waves of calming energy through its wearer.

Having taken the pleasure of cleaning up and resting her mortal form, slaanesh was surprised when she felt an injured and unconcious alora drop out of hyperspace with what felt to be her apprentice. Standing up, she reached out and tapped into the minds of her healers and surgeons, having them ready a clean area for healing and possibly surgery. When the ship landed, a group of slaanesh's female servants silently took alora to the medical center. Slaanesh personally met the newcomer. Pulling his name out of his mind, she simply said. "Alora will be taken care of Exodus. Im known by many as slaanesh. Is there... anything you need?" Slowly she eyed the apprentice up and down. Fresh meat is always more enjoyable... And sith usually enjoy a little pain too... hmmm Slaanesh decided to let the boy have some rest, but to do a little something for him. Leaning close to him, she kissed him gently on the cheek, sending a bolt of pure pleasure and energy through him, awakening him and refreshing him.

When zad awoke, he found himself in a strange room, one decorated thoughroughly with items of beauty, both spiritual and physical beauty. In particular, a small, clear orb containing a swirling pink liquid was hung on a twisting and intricate silver chain hanging on one of the bedposts, along with zads small posessions. ((Make sure zad puts the necklace on.))

When zad awoke, he was no longer in the golden link casino... ((welcome to vernzah torrah))

... "Well, that was exhilerating, wasnt it now..." Turning to alora, she spoke directly to her. "I sense a need within you... I will allow you to return to the temple, as long as you return here afterwards. If you do not, you will find that I dont just specialize in pleasure..." Suddenly, alora was torn sideways into the pocket dimension once again. When things settled, she found herself feeling refreshed. In between her and slaanesh was a single white table, graced with a pure white tablecloth that had been worked on for years by its maker, to produce one of the most beautiful covers ever made by a human. On top of it lay a small datapad, and a gift for alora... The whip was thin, and long, but extremely durable... The more alora used it, the more it would become attached to her, slowly growing to suit her and obey her commands. The tip was adorned by a barbed triangle, which would hook into flesh and stone alike. The whip coursed with chaos energies, and would cause extreme pain in its victims. The terrible use of the whip was balanced by its appearance, the reflective patterns of the handle, and the smooth grace of the whip itself leaving any viewer of it in awe at its beauty. Nodding to alora, slaanesh indicated that the two items were for her. "The datapad gives you the co-ordinates of this place. Remember them and destroy them. The whip... you will need to discover its uses on your own." Kissing the woman gently in farewell, she allowed her champion to slip once more through the cracks in reality, and fall gently down outside the jedi temple on coruscant.

Laughing a little, slaanesh introduced herself. "I go by many names, but most people would know me as slaanesh... Ive been watching you with some interest for quite some time." Her senses picked up a natural seductant, weak in comparison to slaanesh's powers... Ever so gently, the godess invaded alora's mind, planting the tiniest of seeds, a small feeling that would grow within the woman, giving her a true taste of what it felt like to be seduced. The more alora came to want slaanesh, the more the feeling of wanting her would grow. If she left it, slaanesh could happily destroy the womans mind, leaving her a mindless follower. Then again, that would be a waste of such a beautiful and talented being, quite reflective of herself. "I do apologise for this, but im afraid this trip may be a little more violent alora... Im sure it will be worth your while." With that, slaanesh faded, manifesting back on her throne, and dragging alora into the throne room. Glancing briefly at orshin, she noticed he had taken her offering, and eaten some of the fruit... Slipping gently off of the throne, she seemed to glide towards the man, and kneeled infront of him, taking a bite of an apple before cutting a chunk off with a small yet perfectly worked knife, and sliding it into her new champions mouth, letting him gain a taste of the ecstacy her single bite had brought to the apple. Running a finger under his chin, she stood. After all, the seduction is the sweetest part of all... Moving gracefully over to alora, she knelt beside the woman, caressing her face gently and bringing her back to conciousness, her eyes aflame with desire... ((If you want to read the continuation of this, it will be posted at http://s3.invisionfree.com/Twisted_Fates/index.php?showforum=97 , as it is most definately above the boards age level... Id ask that you dont go into that unless your sure you really do want to...))

"I am... shornaal. I am the overlord of this place. I think everything should be complete now, so we should return." With that, the man disappeared, leaving orshin once again spinning through the cracks in reality, and back to a completely different world, that happened to be in the same location as it was before. The planet itself had been thrown into a pocket dimension, speeding the flow of time around it heavily, and allowing it to evolve naturally, but at an accelerated rate. Orshin returned to conciousness to find him sitting in a massive throne room infront of the most exquisite female who had ever graced this galaxy. Around her were many servents, serving her every whim. Speaking in a far different voice, but the same tone of command, slaanesh said "Im sorry the journey was so rough, im afraid im not used to bringing things in and out of dimensions... Join me." Indicating to the right of the throne, the woman reached out and caressed the face of one of the female servants, allowing the girl to slip a perfectly ripe cherry into her mouth. "Would you like some food?"

As the orshin walked through the fields, he failed to sense the underlying chaos in the planet, and was completely blown away when he found himself sliding through a gap in reality, into a pocket dimension. Around him, everything was a shifting maelstrom of colours, and noises that had never been heard by a human before permeated his ears. Each and every sense experienced sensations never before felt by a human, before everything became calm, the background went white, and the noise died down. Behind him, orshin heard the footsteps of a tall, slim man. "Welcome to this place. I am slaanesh, and you have been brought here while i conduct some business upon my home planet. Soon enough, we will return." Back on Vernza-Torrah, everything was absolute chaos. The planet began to disintegrate, parts of it falling apart to be reformed into a new image, reforming into a dead planet. At an extremely accelerated rate, evolution occured, bringing about a new era in slaanesh. Each plant on the surface of the planet evolved to become intoxicating and addictive, a reflection of slaanesh. Animals slowly grew, evolving steadily until a higher order of sentient beings became present, worshiping slaanesh as was deserved.

Slaanesh melted and stumbled out of her tree. She ordered a servant to bring Haphaestus to her. When he arrived she was wrapped in a blanket on a couch in her bedchamber. She appeared frail and projected none of her usual sensual nets and auras. She spoke to Haphaestus in a hoarse whisper, "Outside the palace to the East there is a field. There you will find two hundred thousand humanoids growing like roots in the earth. One will be my general, you must teach him what you he needs to know. His name is Velk, you will know him when you meet him." She shivered and took a breath, "These plants are called the Vyne and they are my children. They are white and naked like roots beneath the soil. Their feet and hands are like tendrils. They are tall and faceless. Only eyes and ears. My Vyne can shape shift and project emotions on to others, but do not fear them for they have no mind of their own. I am their mind. She lay back and closed her eyes. There was a momment before she spoke again. "My Torrah will remain here and live as they have desired to live for centuries. They will hunt for them selves, farm my vernza leaves, and maintain my temple. They will become their own masters again." Slaanesh opened her eyes to Haphaestus. "You may go the the field now to begin training the Vyne. It will not take long. You could even share some of your mind with them. Should you need my help call my name and I shall be there. Do not hesitate to ask for it or my guidance. I am sorry to be so vague, but I am tired." "I will be here," she said and with that she went to sleep. She appeared like a flower, petals closed and silent. Waiting for the sun.

Slaanesh had a horrible thought of thousands upon thousands of diminutive hers running around the galaxy. It was enough to make her stomach plumet. Everyone would be so busy manipluating everyone else to get what they wanted nothing would ever get done. Then there was the problem of Slaanesh not being to recognize all the manipulation used against her. She gave a weak groan. Illusions. Illusions would work well enough. She'd have to make them even more loyal to her. She could just put a little bit of her self into all of them, but with what. She leaned back and looked behind her. The planet tree of course. All the trees on Vernza were connected to each other. Everything here was a giant network of planet life. All Slaanesh had to do was morph or change her self into her tree and plant her seeds in whatever she wanted. She could even hatch enough seeds to take with her to other planets. It was exciting, but Slaanesh didn't really like it. There would no longer be a single Slaanesh... She'd be every where and become very powerful, but she would lose her identity in the masses.... Wouldn't she? The thought of some imitation verson of her self taking power from her made her blood boil. Slaanesh was a very jealous and protective creature. "I am tired," she stated. Her face was still beautiful, but she looked unhealthy and drained. She needed to hide and think. "Haphaestus, I will call my Torrah cheiftain to come and speak with you. He's quite intelligent so he should be able to keep up a bit with you," Slaanesh said rising from her lily pad. "Nurgle, I no longer need to take up your time so if you have other matters please attend to them. However if you wish to stay please do so. I would enjoy your company greatly. Perhaps later we can spend time together." Slaanesh bowed deeply. She was tired enough that her torso fell like a rag doll and her slender arms brush against the floor. Her extra set of appendages tucked them selves up on her back. "Thank you both," she vanished and floated away. ((Sorry for spelling errors I was rushed.))

Slaanesh sighed and sunk back into a lily pad that was more than willing to serve as her seat. "It's true. My Torrah barely won their freedom from their former masters and against any real military their chances are poor." She willed the plants in the room to form seats for Nurgle and Hephaestus and gestured for them to sit should they desire. "I am no warrior and won't pretend to be one for you. I much prefer soliciting others into fighting my wars for me." Which would leave her to devour the spoils afterwards. "But never," she said staring at Nurgle with unabashed seduction, "Underestimate the powers of my pretty face." She ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly, "Not all power is in strength." Slaanesh broke her spell with Nurgle and staired at the ceiling thinking. She grinned wickedly to her self and ran her finger over her lip. She looked back at her guests and directed her attention to Haphaestus. Her face turned mornful. "You are correct Master General my forces stand no chance against your skill. I find my self despairing... But I do have many material assets. I believe that with my wealth and your great expertise to help guide me I might be able to build an army capable of standing next to my brothers."

Slaanesh sat before her dresser delicately painting her face when she felt something arrive. The brush slipped from her fingers and splashed into the soupy charcoal mixture she painted around her eyes. She pressed her third hand to her breast. One of her brothers. Tzeentch told her of them. She couldn't remember meeting them. Spending so much time on Vernza-Torrah was making her forget things. Was that good or bad, she wondered. "Mistress, there is--" "I know. Take him too my tree room." Slaanesh looked in the mirror and frowned. She finished painting her face and polished the six gems imbeded in her forehead. The six stones formed an A-symetrical pattern Slaanesh called her crown. She stood and walked to the center of her bed chamber. Her temple (which also served as her house) was a round stone palace built around a mythically sized tree. Or had the tree grown through the palace? None were sure, but Slaanesh had built the place her self. Throughout her temple the tree and other plants could be seen consuming the structure slowly reclaiming the building as its own. Nature always triumphs, Slaanesh mused. Her long translucent dress of black beads trailling behind her Slaanesh stepped into a waterfall that fell through the room. Melding into the frigid water Slaanesh traveled the course of the water until it reached a large chamber in the base of the temple she called the Tree Room. Here the roots folded around them selves and the stone floor to create a small lake that the waterfall fell into. Lush plants, lily pads, and glowing mushrooms decorated the room and molded them selves into furniture. It was here Nurgle was brought to stand on the banks of the lake. Slaanesh poured into the lake washing up against the shores. She began to morph back into her usual form, oozed out of the lake, and slinked to Nurgle. The beads swayed around her doing little to hide the sensual forms underneath. She took Nurgle in her four arms and licked his cheek. "Hello, brother Nurgle, what brings you to me?" she purred.

In the quick: Vernza-Torrah is a humid, steamy, jungle type planet. There are two large oceans. Any open spaces, like plains, are sentient made. The sky is often or usually orange, at night it become purple or dim purple. It rains even briefly nearly every day. One third of the year is a rain season, monsoon-ish. The native inhabitants are called the Torrah. Torrah are biped feline sentient life forms with opposable thumbs. They had/have a primitive society that had not even learned metalworking. The two highest castes are the priest/medicine man/shaman whom prepares vernza tea and the warrior. Several centuries ago the planet was colonized/settled by offworlders who capitalized on vernza tea created by the native Torrah. Vernza tea depending on the concentration of vernza leaves can either leave the drinker with a pleasant buzz (popular in galaxy wide homes and cafes) or heighten senses, strength, agility, stamina, and the emotion of superiority and invincibility (popular with soldiers, berserkers, and anyone else who needs to rough it up.) The imperialist settlers were recently removed (or slaughtered) from power by the Torrah. The Torrah have adopted a new deity and religion worshipping the goddess Slaanesh. Many blame the new cult for the uprising and rebellion. Rumors exist that a physical incarnation of Slaanesh actually commands those in the cult. The actual possibilities of divine powers from this Slaanesh are dismissed as nonsense. Clerics of the cult have taken over the exporting of vernza tea. The Cult of Slaanesh is attempting to spread its self across the galaxy with promises of divine love and protection. Vernza-Torrah is currently the seat of Slaanesh's power. She is the ultimate power on this planet and cannot be harmed unless by some extraordinary means. Slaanesh personally despised work. To Slaanesh work was anything involving difficulty and expending effort for something she did not enjoy. Work was not to be mistaken for a challenge. A challenge would be expending effort, however, the effort would be enjoyable. Slaanesh sought only the pleasurable, enjoyable, and beautiful things in life. Budgets, balancing, finance, taxes, fees, all those disgusting things Slaanesh did not like. The only good thing about money was spending it. Slaanesh did enjoy shopping. Shopping was never work. Oh, how she loved buying things. She snuggled her cheek against the soft fabric of her shawl. Slaanesh could have easily of cast the illusion of the shimmering blue-green shawl with its silver and golden beads, but she loved the artisan. Someone had worked (there was that word again) and struggled to create this thing of beauty. Slaanesh did not know if it had been made so that the artisan could eat or because they simply desired to have the thing made, to Slaanesh it do not really matter. The endeavor of creating beauty was such a noble one Slaanesh would reward it for whatever reason. In the world of commerce the reward was money. Money that was the problem. That was why she was waiting here. "Are you done yet?!" She cried with anguish to her Nemodian slave (though she did pay him, she wasn't sure if that made him a slave). "I'm going to fall asleep again if you don't hurry up!" Hunched over a desk in the center of the open-aired room the buggy alien was looking over all that stuff... Slaanesh didn't even want to think about it. "No, not nearly," the Nemodian said perspiration dripping down his grey face. He seemed not to mind or care completely absorbed in his work. "Aren't you some kind of amphibian? I thought amphibians would like the climate on this planet..." Slaanesh said not really expecting an answer. It was a rather cruel question to ask. She was reclining on a couch, sipping water, and being fanned by some Torrah male child who had been sent into her service. Her little Nemodian, Nark, was so intent on his work. The little gears in his head worked so hard when it came to money. That's why she picked him to run this nonsense for her and her Torrah. "You had the droids I asked for ordered, Mistress?" Nark said rising to face Slaanesh. "Of course." "Then in the future this should go much quicker...”

*While the others engaged in combat with Nhagathul, Jzasa chose to remain off to the sidelines. Her master had ordered that she appear as a simple slave to the other Sith and Jedi, and so she continued to give off her innocuous aura. Though not quite sure why, she took even more pleasure than usual in watching the woman suffer...*

Jzasa quietly slipped into the compartment that held the drugged Jedi Ben'a. She knelt next to him, and leaned over his head. She caressed his forehead, brushing wayward hair to the side, and began to focus all her attention on the task before her. Placing her hands lightly on Ben'a's temples, Jzasa closed her eyes and envisioned a scene that she knew would appear in Ben'a's dreams. It was a windy day in a large field, with just enough trees missing to keep it from being called a forest. Breathless and laughing, Jzasa raced with Ben'a, seeing who could reach the large oak tree the fastest. Hair whipping in the wind, Jzasa cast coy glances over her shoulder at Ben'a, hot on her heels. Jzasa had cast a different air over herself, masking the hardened, world-wise slave dancer to a Sith master beneath a veneer of youthful innocence, with a small pinch of naivete. Arriving to the designated spot a step ahead of Ben'a, Jzasa turned to him, chest heaving from the effort of sprinting, and grinned.

"I understand, Master."