Magnus the Red VS Tzeentch....Yeah i'm serious..

[Primaris_Brian]

This is probably ******* stupid but Magnus is finally had enough for his master and decided to go to the fantasy to challenge his master where his master is weak as hell.. Speed is equalized, magnus at full power and i'm use Fantasy Tzeentch (2-B Tzeentch)...

-Magnus the Red

-Tzeentch

Who win?

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

Magnus via versatility.

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

Magnus might actually win this via all his abilities...which is kinda hilarious.

 

[Primaris_Brian]

Lel.. how far you have fallen tzeentch...

 

[Plyen]

Magnus... I think? Fantasy Tzeentch is 'likely' 2-B while Magnus is 'at least' 2-B and Magnus seems to have more options on top of that.

Wow. I guess Fantasy has a new Changer of Ways.

 

[Primaris_Brian]

in the name of chaos bump!

 

[Jockey-1337]

Why Magnus is 2-B?

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

Why Magnus is 2-B?

Only in the Warp, since the Thousand Sons novel shows that "titanic powers" such as himself can cause the creation and destruction of universes with a stray thought.

 

[Matthew_Schroeder]

The Thousand Sons said:

MAGNUS FELT THE world fall away from him, shedding his corporeal body as a serpent sheds its skin and rises renewed. Ancients watching such creatures believed they knew the secrets of immortality and named their houses of healing in their honour. To this day, the symbol of the Apothecary, the caduceus, bore serpents entwined in a double helix.

Chains of flesh were shrugged off, and Magnus distilled his molten core into a seething arrow aimed from Prospero to distant Terra. With a thought, he shot up through the Occullum and into the heavens. His body of light was a beautiful thing, existence as it was meant to be experienced, not the mundane solidity endured by mortals.

Magnus shook off his revelries, for the energy of the spell was propelling him ever onwards. He felt Ahriman's words, the words of ancient sorcerers of Terra, wrapping his incandescent body in purpose, the life energies of the Thralls empowering him with their vitality.

This was a dangerous spell, and no other being would dare wield it.

The blackness of space dissolved, and the raging torrents of the Great Ocean surrounded him. Magnus laughed with the pleasure of it, rejoicing in the familiar energies and currents that welcomed him like a long lost friend.

He was a bright star amid a constellation of supernovas, each a flickering ember next to his beatific glory.

Here in the Great Ocean, he could be whatever he wanted to be; nothing was forbidden and anything was possible.

Worlds flashed past him as he hurtled through the swelling tides of colour, light and dimensions without name. The roiling chaos of the aether was a playground for titanic forces, where entire universes could be created and destroyed with a random thought. How many trillions of potential lives were birthed and snuffed out just by thinking such things?

Predators avoided him as he sped towards his destination like the most incredible comet ever set loose in the stars. They recognised him and were fearful of his brilliance in a realm where the light of creation blazed in every breath. Stagnation was anathema to Magnus. All life needed to progress through a series of evolved stages to prosper, and change was part of the natural cycle of all living things, from the smallest single-celled organism to the radiant creature encased within the crude matter of humanity. The nobility of his cause threw off sparks of potency that created phantom worlds and concepts in his wake. Entire philosophies and bodies of thought would be born in the minds of those lucky enough to have his leavings descend upon their dreaming minds.

His course altered, a roving thought steering him around a monstrously dark shadow, the heaving bulk of something enormous shifting in the depths of the Great Ocean. Magnus felt a glimmer of familiarity in the stirred-up memories, but suppressed it with a shudder that sent a torrent of nightmares into the dreams of the tribal warriors of a feral world soon to encounter the 392nd Expeditionary Fleet.

There were no landmarks in the Great Ocean, its topography ever-mutable, yet this landscape of streaming colour and light was familiar by its very changeability. He had flown this shoal before, and he recoiled from it, concentrating on keeping his course true.

A shudder passed along his bright essence, and Magnus felt the first clutch of his Thralls die. Their soul lights winked out and a measure of his incredible, ferocious speed bled away.

"Hold on, my sons," he whispered, "just a little longer."

What he sought was close, he could feel it: the same subtle vibration in the fabric of the Great Ocean that had drawn him to Aghoru. It was faint, like a distant heartbeat hidden within a rousing drum chorus.

Its creators had selfishly sought to keep it for themselves, little realising their time as masters of the galaxy was over. Even with their empire in decline, they kept their secret jealously close to their hearts.

Magnus sensed one of their hidden pathways nearby and opened his inner eye, seeing the glittering fabric of the Great Ocean in all its revealed glory. The hidden capillaries of the alien network were visible as radiant lines of molten gold, and Magnus angled his course towards the nearest.

Distance was a similarly meaningless concept here, and with a thought he spiralled around the golden passageway. He focussed his energy and unleashed it at the lattice in a blaze of silver lightning. Scores of his Thralls died in an instant, but the shimmer-sheen of the golden passage remained unbroken. Magnus hurled his fists against the impervious walls, snuffing out his Thralls by the dozen with every blow, but it was useless. It had all been for nothing. He couldn't get in.

Magnus felt his glorious ascent slowing, and howled his frustration to the furthest corners of the Great Ocean.

Then he felt it, the familiar sense of something titanic moving in the swells around him, a continent adrift in the ocean with ancient sentience buried in its aetheric heart. Infinite spectra of light danced before him, more magnificent than the most radiant Mechanicum Borealis. Even to one as mighty as Magnus, the flaring eruption of light and power was incredible.

Its communication was sibilant, like sand pouring through the neck of an hourglass. It had breadth and depth, yet no beginning and no end, as though it had always existed around him and always would.

It spoke, not with words, but with power. It surrounded him, offering itself freely and without ulterior motive. The Great Ocean was truly a place of contradictions, its roiling, infinite nature allowing for the presence of all things, good and bad. Just as some entities within its depths were malicious and predatory, others were benevolent and altruistic.

Contrary to what most people believed, there was uncorrupted power here that could be wielded by those with the knowledge and skill to do so. Such gifted individuals were few and far between, but through the work of adepts like Magnus, it might yet be possible to lift humanity to a golden age of exploration and the acquisition of knowledge.

Magnus drank deep of the offered power and tore his way into the golden lattice. He felt its shrieking wail of unmaking as a scream of pain. Without a second thought, he flew into the shimmering passageway, following a route he knew would lead to Terra.

This is the entire scene.

 

[Primaris_Brian]

For the sake of ridiculousness, I need Magnus to won this. :v

 

[Primaris_Brian]

Bump.

 

[Primaris_Brian]

bump.

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

Bump

 

[Aparajita]

Why, again, do we place Warhammer Fantasy Gods at 2-B?

Liber Chaotica: Tzeentch (Background Book) pg. 4 - 6, 10 - 16, 42 - 55, 82 - 92

The Maze of Tzeentch, also known as the Crystal Labyrinth, is Tzeentch's realm within the Warp. This maze is woven from the raw fabric of magic, threaded upon deceit and conspiracy. Of all the landscapes of the Warp, this domain is by far the most bizarre and incomprehensible, for its crystalline structures force travelers to view all nine dimensions simultaneously.

In Lore, the books are written by "Richter Kless ", a servant of the Empire.




Fantasy Warp Gods have the same dimensional control as the 40k versions, unless i'm mistaken somewhere.

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

Bump

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

bump

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

Bump

 

[Jockey-1337]

Tzeentch. Magnus is overestimated IMHO.

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

In What way is he overestimated?

 

[Jockey-1337]

In What way is he overestimated?

Because we actually dont know who these "titanic forces" are. Of course it is Chaos Gods, but does in include minor forces such as the Primarchs?

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

But this is fantasy Tzeentch

 

[Jockey-1337]

But isn't this one also multiversal?

 

[ZacharyGrossman273]

Well... Yes.

 

[The_Emperor_of_Mankind_40.000]

Magnus go to hell

 

[Schnee_One]

Really? Necro?

 

[The_Emperor_of_Mankind_40.000]

Necro?