Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170905023410

Before Karliel goes unconcious again, the lumbering machine catches his eye. He turns his head slowly, peering at the machine but unable to recognize it. He doesn't feel much about the machine but seeing Soin appear from behind it brings a spark of relief.

"You made it." He lets out weakly.

He smiles under his helm before closing his eye, returning to the scenes of battle and slaughter on an unending scale in that realm within his mind. It worried him before but now it is something of a home to him, this carnage. He takes in the smells and sights, the champions rising and falling in the midst of the battle and the thousands of beings fighting ceaselessly. Karliel is content to watch and is surprised to look down and see his mortal body instead of the grotesque and muscle bound creature Orion turned him into. He finds satisfaction in that and takes a seat upon a cliff, looking onward at the battle. He runs his hand through the long hair he no longer owns and finds his beard intact along with some of his favorite cigars next to his father's rifle next to him. He lights up the cigar and holds onto the rifle.

He knows this isn't real but it doesn't matter to him, this is what he imagines to be the realm of Khorne and will be his reality should he please his patron. But these small memories of home are what brings the most joy to him. The cigars, his trench coat, his rifle, even his hair. He misses this things and it is strange to him because he gave no thought to any of these while he was concious. He recalls that the butcher's nails seem to cut that part of him away in exchange for newfound strength, but he does not believe it was a trade worth the cost. Once Karliel awake, he is determined to find a way to rid himself of this uncontrollable rage. He was once a sound tactician and even politician, but this contraption does not allow him to think clearly.

''In time, I will figure this out. I'll find a way to control myself once again. I am still a servant of the Blood God but will not be a slave to this rage. One way or another, I will control this.''

And so Karliel's body remains motionless but his mind wanders, enjoying the freedom from the butcher's nails' bite in his unconcious state.