"Just a little bit more... A little, bit, more!"
"Faith is my shield! Fury is my sword! We are the blades of the Emperor, and we shall know no fear!"
Iruv'Tak Nador heard the screams of jump packs. The Space Marines were closing in...
The screech of a chainsword.
The tear of a bolter.
The belching of a plasma gun.
It was drawing closer.
"Slaves of the Corpse-Emperor! Interfere not with my ritual, lest you unleash the power of the Immaterium upon us!"
"DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR! IN LIFE, DUTY! IN DEATH, GLORY! YOU SHALL NOT LIVE TO COMPLETE YOUR WITCHCRAFT!"
The Space Marines grew closer, the very ground shaking with their approach. They began cutting down the cultists and thralls that were assisting him in the ritual, the ritual to unleash the Demon upon this world.
Then, he would be rewarded.
"You fools! You know not what you do! You will destroy everything and everyone!" the Sorcerer cried out, a small feeling of fear began to well up in his throat. So close, and yet so far.
A Tactical Marine bull-rushed him. He interrupted his ritual for a moment to send a volley of doombolts hurtling, sending the marine backwards with his armor wracked and destroyed, his internal organs ruptured.
Once again, he was forced to interrupt the ritual, this time summoning a trio of pink horrors to stave off the attackers.
"Just a little longer, just a little bit more time!"
"Brothers! The Sorcerer is reaching the completion of the ritual, focus all firepower on him!"
He summoned a psychic barrier to block the incoming fire, bolter shells and plasma shots disintegrating on the force field.
"Brother Alistair! NOW!"
Iruv'Tak looked up just in time to see a Devastator Marine line up a shot with a lascannon, aiming directly at the Sorcerer's chest.
"No! You do not understand the magnitude of your-"
His declaration was cut short by the lascannon discharging. A Pink Horror sent a beam of eldricht fire into the Devastator's shoulder, throwing off his aim.
Barely.
The beam of literal incineration seared it's way through Iruv'Tak's armor, and severed his off hand from the shoulder.
And then everything took a head dive into chaos.
Literally.
The warp energies built up by the ritual exploded, throwing Chaos and Space Marines into the air. Suddenly, the warp energies stopped, holding everyone in place.
And then it sucked with the power of a whirlpool, flinging Iruv'Tak into the gaping maw of the Warp, and it sealed itself with a burping noise.
He awoke in a bush, surrounded by trees.
He regretted not selling his soul to Nurgle. His off-hand arm felt like it was burning him alive.
A quick glance told him it was.
He quickly extinguished his arm, though the nerves wracked his being to no end. He turned off the mental screams that his nerves sent to his mind, allowing him to focus on the task at hand.
WHERE IN THE WARP WAS HE?!
The forest surrounding him was a stark contrast to the reddish sand deserts of Rakkitae, the planet where he had been performing the ritual of release.
Truly, the Lord of Change had a way of... Changing things...
He reached out with his mind, searching for the mental ocean that was the Immaterium.
He found it.
It was not what he expected.
Instead of the normal rolling waves and chaotic essence that the Warp was normally comprised of, he found a peaceful lake, serene, untouched, without the randomness that the Immaterium should have displayed.
It puzzled him greatly. The Warp truly was the home of the Servants of Tzeentch, with it's ever changing ways.
He withdrew from the Warp, and took in his surroundings.
The forest was in a shade of orange and red, seemingly in the season of autumn.
A couple dozen feet away from him, a large pool of water with humanoid frog creatures lay.
The frog creatures turned to stare at him as he walked.
They brandished simple and crude spears and swords, waving them in a hostile manner. The amphibians charged him, all at once bellowing "Mllaaargmllargmarlg!"
It amused him. They seemed like an even more primitive species of orks. If you could even GET more primitive than orks.
With a wave of his staff, he sent a bolt of doomfire into their midst, outright melting the wet skin off their bones, flesh turning to ash under the blistering heat.
As the fire winked out of existence, he admired his handiwork. Truly an art befitting a son of Magnus.
"You there! Identify yourself!"
Who dared question the comings and goings of of a Sorcerer of Tzeentch!?
Iruv'Tak turned around, seeing one of the oddest sights of his four hundred year life. Three humanoid beings, vaguely resembling Eldar, and yet, far from it. They had blonde hair, but fiery green eyes. What was even stranger, they had swords and daggers of iron.
"I am Iruv'Tak Nador, Sorcerer of Tzeentch, One of Many Heralds of the Lord of Change! Who are you to question my comings and goings?" He lumbered over towards the offenders, towering over them.
He could see the flashes of disbelief, and then fear, before they put back their facades of resoluteness. He gave them a small feeling of recognition. Not all could stand before a Chaos Sorcerer, formerly Space Marine, and not quake in fear.
"We are guardsmen of Silvermoon, patrolling the outer forest. What business have you in the Eversong Woods?" replied the foremost being.
Iruv'Tak regarded them with cold suspicion. Silvermoon? Eversong Woods? He had delved into the tomes of almost thousands of worlds. He knew of no Silvermoon, or Eversong Woods. Could this be a planet he had never been to? Had anyone ever been here? The Imperium would have cleansed it of what these most certainly were, xenos. The Orks also would have killed everything. He detected no trace of Chaos. The Tau would have shared their technology and spread their "greater good". Only the Eldar seemed most in tune with these folk.
But it could not be a planet, nay, for the Warp was too calm...
Could it be a different plane? One where the Warp has been touched very little?
In all it's ridiculousness, it seemed like the right answer.
"I am... lost." These words were foreign to Iruv'Tak. It hurt his pride to even utter them. "I know not of these lands. What is this... Silvermoon you speak of?"
The three elves glanced among themselves.
"You are truly a being of uniqueness. I have never seen your like. (You bet you haven't) We shall escort you to Silvermoon. Remember, no funny business."
If this was a new plane, the THINGS he could do! Iruv'Tak's mind bubbled and overflowed with ideas, schemes, plots and more. It was like a giant sandbox, ready for him to mold and shape. The Four Powers had not touched this land yet. The technology was primitive, and he knew not if these beings had any psychic attuning or not.
To them, he may as well be a god...
Yes...
They shall be my servants. They shall be my thralls. As Sindri said once... Power, requires Sacrifice.
I thank these beings for theirs.
This is my first crossover!
I am good on the lore for 40K, but my WoW is a bit lacking. Most of my knowledge is of WotLK and TBC.
If you feel ANYTHING is on the wrong track, please correct me!
My first crossover, my second fanfic! Do not go easy on me! Make sure criticism is in your every review! Speaking of which...
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