So I've been planning this campaign since the legacy event at last years LGT. But just haven't had time due to getting married last summer.
So I seem to have a bit more time lately, so hopefully this can take place sometime in the new year.
Iconoclast Destroyer Poison Moon
Somewhere in interstallar space approximately 1/2 lightyear from Illythia
Isabella von Ravensburg sat in the throne like chair on the observation deck of the Iconoclast class destroyer Poison Moon brooding about the recent events that had taken place on Illythia. Nothing had gone according to plan, she had always known the opening of the portal was always going to be a long shot and one she wouldn’t have risked if her plans had gone better, however the result had been far worse than she had thought possible thanks to that damned Saint. Now instead of throwing the sector even further into chaos all signs were that the accursed Imperials were going to end the civil war and restore order. The only slight silver lining was that the so called Saint had been forced to sacrifice herself to close the portal and so would no longer be able to interfere on behalf of the false God Emperor.
To make matters worse she had hardly come out of the affair unscathed. First she had been, well to put it bluntly, killed. Fortunately the phylactery she had prepared in which to store her soul just in case of such an event had worked, although as ever the price of using such sorcery was high. She was no longer as smart as she had once been, her thoughts which had once been quicksilver fast were now much more, well, mundane. She certainly wasn’t stupid, but no longer did she possess the genius level intellect she had once had. That could prove to be a problem in the long run. On the other hand however she had become physically tougher and stronger than before the sorcerous restoration of her life, something which had never exactly been her strong point. Perhaps she would need to rely more on brute force rather than cunning in the future.
The changes to her body and intellect, not to mention the loss of her brother, were not the only consequences to her actions on Illythia. The extreme warp forces she had handled and manipulated while attempting to unleash hell on the planet had changed her, she could feel it, her body was mutating. Hopefully the knowledge from the Tome of Shadows would enable her to guide the changes to something useful. And that was another change, she no longer needed to open the book to use it, the information and spells within it’s ancient pages was just there now, whenever she needed it. All she had to do was think about something and the relevant material would be there in her mind, it could be distracting but very useful and might compensate for her loss of intellect from the spells that had saved her life.
It had been worth it though, the feeling, the power she had held whilst in command of the portal was frankly exhilerating, she had felt like a Goddess, nothing had been impossible or so it had seemed. She would give anything to experience such power again... suddenly she stiffened her back arching in ecstasy as vast quantities of dark knowledge flooded through her brain; that might actually be possible...
Isabella came out of her trance as her daughter and disciple Sioned came onto the observation deck followed by the heretical Mechanicus Magos Tapharya.
“the activation of your brothers clone is proceeding according to schedule” said the Magos in her rasping, metallic voice. “and your disciple’s mission to recover his equipment was successfully carried out.”
Isabella looked at Sioned who nodded in agreement.
“we were able to recover his armour and sword from the Arbites storage vault without too much trouble.” Said Sioned, “unfortunately there was no way to conceal our raid, they will almost certainly suspect our involvement and that you are still alive.”
“very well.” Replied Isabella as she rose from her seat, “that could not be helped. Now set course for the Dioskor system, we have many preparations to make...”
Without another word Isabella turned and strode purposefully from the chamber towards her private quarters, leaving Sioned to stare at her retreating form in amazement at the sudden change in the Sorceress from total despondency back to her former decisiveness.
Something caught the young disciple’s eye, so Sioned stepped forward to the throne like chair and looked at the deck at the foot of the throne. A single word was somehow burned into the metal floor; ASCENSION.
