#the crimson king
“It came to me, as many things do, in a vision. Surrounded by the ruin of my kin’s war host, torn apart in retribution by the Blood Angels of the Imperium. Entangled by so much death, I beheld something in the glinting lights between sundered wraithbone and tattered bodies as I laid claim to lost spiritstones and derelict armor we could not lose to the waking Dynasty nor the hand of Man.
For many cycles, I knew not what to make of it, this ever-shifting beacon of deepest scarlet, that was as much seeming creature as it was living energy. When focused upon, it evaded me; never did I see a complete picture, not even of late…when it was right in front of me. I was not the only one called by it, to feel its presence at the edges of my every thought, and feel a sense of hope I could not give name to. The sensation was not wholly pleasant. It was no dream…It weighed upon us as an unspoken, unknown responsibility. My elders spoke of a phoenix when I described what I foresaw, and so I dubbed it thus…I could not know then what I know now. Could never have guessed it was so much more.” - Lithirill Andethil, Warlock of the Fourteen Feathers
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