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[Vlynndar]

((I thought he should be. I wasn't sure how that should have been handled...))

[Little]

Little wakes up, and gets out of bed.

"What's going on?"

[Vlynndar]

"Well. We have a newcomer who turned some of the wall into candy, and has some trouble with... something, which attacked Myroc."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I'm really thinking that that cat-guy is most definitely not Armok, or indeed, a Power of any kind."

[Little]

"Agreed. Armok was more huggable and nice. Would've slept with the old Armok, but this one just seems grumpy."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"What do you mean? The Armok I've heard of was an unholy terror upon scores of worlds."

[Vlynndar]

"Can you tell me about him?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"He's supposed to be one of those really old powers, the kind that the less civilized species worship, and the more educated fear. He is known both his subtle manipulations, weather it be taking control of a sort of an entire city, or empire, without anyone knowing; or just controlling one ordinary who may become a hero, but he doesn't always work like that. Sometimes he just rains terror and bloodshed upon the races of the worlds, and smashes them with an unstoppable army. But that gets boring, which is why he does the former more often. He has something of a special relationship with dwarfs, both aiding and terrorizing them far more often then any other race."

[Little]

"The Armok I knew was fine with cuddling women he found attractive."

[Vlynndar]

"Ah, I see.

And cuddling. That explains the cat shape.

Wait. I remember the Egyptians. They worshipped cats. Also mummified them."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"The egyptian pantheon is weird. Why, just the other day I found out what some of them did to the river styx's tributaries in hades. That was not a good day."

[Luke_Prowler]

"I always figured that Armok was both a giver and a taker of life. just because it's a god of blood does not make it a Khorne clone"

By now, Luke has finished his food and was now simply relaxing.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I did not say that his manipulations were for ill. Most often they were not, but he does have something of a reputation as a sociopath. Many wonders were constructed by him, but just as many horrible projects are of his doing."

[Vlynndar]

"Is he not the god of blood? I may have heard his  name in connection with that."
He moves to the bar. "If you don't mind, I'll make myself a drink."
He grabs the bottle or absinth, and noticing it's empty, gets a new one. He disappears behind the bar, rummaging. A few seconds later he walks back, with a filled tray. He seats himself behind a low table.

"There. For all weird stuff that's happening, Strife does know how to provide his guests."

He sets a glass on the table and fills the bulb at the bottom. He takes an absinthe spoon from the tray and places it on the glass. From a pot he removes a sugar cube, to place it on the spoon. The last object on the tray is used to slowly drip water on the cube, making it dissolve in the lquid below.

((EDIT: Now is sleeping time.))

[WorkerDrone]

"..."

"Wait, what just happened?" WorkerDrone looked around as if he had completely ignored the last hour or so.

"..."

"Blasted horrors from beyond the Immaterium." He muttered, pulling out another Iho stick, replacing the one that and blown up in his face while he got driven around in an over heating tank. He coughed, looked around at the people around him, and than returned to his usual glaring.

"Sod off." He growled.