To Kill a Primordial - IC

[Gravitational Force]

Hunger Clad in Eight Broken Chains smirks. The others think he's stupid, but they're still using his plan.

They see him as a brute with no impulse control, not realizing that he acts the way he does because he can. And why shouldn't he? The Deathlords are the only ones capable of restraining him and other than making an extremely short list of things not to do they're happy to let him rampage as he pleases.

This Primordial they're supposed to kill might be stronger than him, but so what? It was the job of the rest of the circle to come up with a way to kill it anyway, if they failed Hunger Clad in Eight Broken Chains wouldn't be blamed since they were supposed to be the smart ones. His previous self had died because of absurd expectations, he'd never let himself be bound that way again.

He brings however many units of warghosts he can get from the Nightmares of War with him, riding on a luxurious wagon (that his massive body takes up most of) as his troops are forced to walk or ride. He's in a good enough mood that he doesn't eat any of his troops on the days-long trip, preferring to nap.

Hunger Clad in Eight Broken Chains moves to be first through the portal, decked out in his full regalia and ready to spread death.

 

[MasterDAF]

Deathbringer will follow along in an elegant wooden carriage adorned on either side with wrought iron and soulsteel sconces lit by pale pyreflames. Pained faces rise to the surface of the metal as the flames atop them dance hypnotically, calling out the blessings of the Void to all passerbys who witness the ethereal illumination.

The Midnight caste is accompanied on the trip by his familiar floating charred skull Anu-Fahim and two of his dark priests, leaving the other three priests behind to manage his affairs in Ahm Bayîs. Additionally, a small group of soldiers and acolytes drawn from the ranks of the Black Sashes of Entropy also attend their dark herald, following along in a few simple wagons to do his bidding