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Basically, Mortarion calls him on his holovid thing and Typhus immediately gives Mortarion the 'reason you suck' speech, then when Mortarion tried to tell him his plan Typhus deconstructs it and tells Mortarion to **** off before then immediately saying that without Typhus' help Mortarion would be dead and then hung up on him. Typhus also says Nurgle loves him more than Mortarion.Monarch Laciel said:>Can't tell if joke about burning him alive, or just insulting him real good.
For all the racket of Typhus' manifestation, his contempt was clear when he spoke. 'Gene-father,' he said. 'My son,' said Mortarion. His tone was coolly indifferent, whereas his son's was provocative. 'We are gathered then, the three champions, followers of the seventh path, masters of life and death.' 'Not yet masters,' said Ku'gath with a sorrowful shake of his great horned head. 'Unworthy acolytes.' 'The time of your redemption is at hand,' said Mortarion. 'The sevenfold way opens. The seven campaigns of this invasion bear fruit ready to rot. Roboute Guilliman has returned to Ultramar.' Ku'gath gave a sly look of delight, almost a smile. Typhus laughed. 'You are foolish, my lord father, if you think this will end well,' said the first captain. 'We should have finished his realm while he was absent.' 'Typhus, Typhus,' said Mortarion. 'So long you have lived, and so little you have learnt. What use is the destruction of a kingdom without the death of the king?' 'A king without a kingdom is no king, but a vagabond. His suffering would have been pleasant meat to savour,' said Typhus. 'You court disaster in confronting him. This employment of the Hand of Darkness is convoluted and foolhardy. Simplicity was the watchword of our Legion ― the direct attack, the weathering of pain, not this deviousness. This was not the plan of the Great Father.' 'It is my plan!' said Mortarion, his gloomy voice rising stridently. 'And its success will honour the Great Father. He entrusts us with our will and our initiative. I will use mine. He will be pleased.' 'If you succeed,' said Typhus. He looked around the horarium disdainfully. 'You are blinded by the past as always, my lord. You look to Barbarus and remake it wherever you go. Embrace change fully. Embrace Chaos. Abandon these schemes. Let us drown Ultramar in disease and move on.' Mortarion flung up his arms and spread his wings. 'I have, and this is my reward! I am remade in terrible image. I am become death!' 'You do not believe. Not truly,' said Typhus. 'You have paid nothing for your power. The false Emperor made you, gene-father. Nurgle took you as a prize ― you are a trophy, my lord. You would never have found your way to enlightenment without me. Without me, you would have nothing. You would be dead, your soul dispersed into the warp. I fought my way into the Great Father's attention. I became his herald by will and by the dint of my own efforts. What have you done to win his favour?' 'Curb your insolence,' said Mortarion. 'Or what, my lord? I have Nurgle's favour. You would not dare to move against me. You think that you are in control, that your new being is separate from the warp and yours to do with as you will. It is not. It is Nurgle's. You must submit to him fully, or Grandfather will have hard lessons for you. This plan of yours, to lead your brother on Nurgle's dance, it is ill-conceived. If we must strike, strike now. We should gather our fleets and cripple his forces while they gather at Macragge. Do not allow him the luxury of time to consult with his warriors, or consolidate his position.' 'Do not presume to tell me what to do,' said Mortarion. 'You will work with us.' 'I will do as I please,' said Typhus. 'If only you would abandon the last of your being to the lord of life, you would see. You have no power over me. You do not truly understand. If you did, then you and I might be reconciled.' 'Do you level the same criticism against Ku'gath, first captain?' said Mortarion icily. 'You dare speak to him in that way?' 'He is as flawed as you, in his own way,' said Typhus. 'Maudlin where you are nostalgic.' Ku'gath nodded dolefully. 'You are right! I am unworthy. So unworthy. I cannot help it.' 'All Ku'gath cares for is setting right the loss his birth caused,' said Typhus. 'He at least desires to honour Nurgle through his efforts, and so can be forgiven. You seek to honour yourself. You do your own work with this fool's errand. Give him a day too many, and Roboute Guilliman will defeat you, and we shall lose all hope of bringing Ultramar within the walls of Nurgle's manse.' 'You will obey me. You will follow our plan,' said Mortarion. 'I require your vectorium at Espandor, when the time comes.' Typhus snorted. 'You cannot command me as you once did. I am high in the favour of the Plague God ― equal to you in his eyes, if not higher. Who was it who delivered him the Death Guard? It was I, not you. You still do not understand the true nature of Chaos. I do. I am following our plan as originally formulated. The blessing of the Great Father was on that strategy, not on this quest for vengeance. You deceived me, Mortarion. You intended to play with your brother all along. This will displease the Plague God. I will continue as we originally agreed. I will have no part in this folly.' 'If you will not come to Espandor, you will be at Parmenio. The numbers do not lie, my son. It is calculable. Great Nurgle will command it is so. It is preordained.' 'Maybe there is hope for you,' said Typhus. 'More and more you dabble with the warp's true power. Perhaps one day you will master it, and leave your bitterness against your Barbaran father behind you. But you are wrong if you believe that I will fight at your side. You have no real foresight. I will not be there to help you, no matter what your numerology says. And now I go. Be warned, little father ― I have the ear of the Great Father himself.' Typhus' image blurred and vanished. | ||
~ Dark Imperium |
This is a stupidly good Greater Daemon feat for people who seem to ignore every actual feat they perform themselves if it doesn't involve scaling.Matthew Schroeder said:Some fun shit I read in the Knights Codex:
- The Imperial Response consisted of an army of billions of soldiers, led by over 600 Imperial Knights. All of these Knights save 6 died in the final battle against the Great Unclean One.