Lyspiri Rebellion

Chapter One: Serpent to E5
Angerily striding through the halls of the Mon-Keigh place, the Lord Baelcor of the Envenomed Hope balefully stared at anyone who got within his path. The filthy little mammals moved swiftly out of his way, lest they become victims to his death-dealing blade. He was vexed on how this little girl of a Mon-Keigh just ORDERED him to come to her. Who did she think he was? Not only was he a member of the most glorious race to have ever existed, he was also the Lord of a highly prostigious Kabal. After finally arriving at the giant gates of the female's throne room, Lord Baelcor stalked through the doors as they were pushed open by the brutish mammals guarding it.

"If it isn't Lord Baelcor! What a wonderful gift to be given on this day! What is the occasion?"

The Mon-Keigh was toying with him. He let out a long hiss from between his fangs before speaking, and letting his arcane devices translate his words into something the stupid mammal could understand. While speaking, the Lord Baelcor tightly grasped the handle of his toxic blade.

"Do not think to play games with me Mortarum. Unless you are so idiotic and forgetful that you called me here. Trifle with me and you will quickly learn that this serpent gives no warning to his strike"

Taking no heed from his words, the Mon-Keigh simply let out a small giggle before waving her guards to the side to let the Dark Eldar Archon approach. Such odd creatures he thought, He just threatened her life and now she was letting him approach her without her guards around, what a stupid creature.

"As you likely know, Looord Baelcor, numerous Imperial forces are coming to stomp out my little... rebellion! I want you and your Kin to move out and squash any resistence on the adjacent words before they arrive. And then once they do arrive, I want you to come back and totally slaughter them."

"This will requir-"

"Require a greater payment, yes I realize this."

He growled and quickly slammed his fist right next to the Mon-Keigh's head. He growled and hissed at her as his eyes searched her for terror and... AH there it was. How he adored the fear and fright within Mon-Keigh. How he simply loved their dread and simply the look in their eyes when he was so close to killing them, delightful. He raised his other hand to tightly grasp her chin and force her to look him in the eyes. With a slow drawl, he hissed his words to her.

"Think before you speak Miss Mortarum. Interrupting your superiors in the Eternal City could lead to many fates. Few of which you would find pleasureable... though the opposite would be said in the case of the Superior."

Relesing her from his grip, he quickly descended the stairs of throne. His sslyth guards resumed their positions around him, while one of his many consorts handed him his helmet. Placing the helmet upon his head, he turned to gaze at his... patron from behind teal-tinted windows.

"I will do as you ask Miss Mortarum. Though do make sure my payment arrives in full when demanded, else I would have to take something of.... equal value.