Entry 3: The dawn of an idea, and its immediate acceptance.     Getting revenge on the furred ones seemed like a good idea.     ...and it was! What else would you expect, as glorious followers of Slannesh are here to see to it such is as it should be? All is not right in your mind, reader...and perhaps this means we have begun to bring you closer to understanding than your mind realizes. Either that, or you have need for more drugs. We suggest you get them from the Skaven no longer.     We found these drug dealing rats' hideout in a moderate-sized building in town. Apparently, though, another Skaven gang and a familiar pack of Dwarves were also interested in dispatching the cartel of sorts. However, the rats quickly turned on me.     I've come to dislike the damned things, mainly because they get fur and I don't. It just isn't fair.     ....Ideas, ideas, seven magic, burn holistic within, worship sin and worship tragic....     Baigen, my first convert besides the wonderful experiment that was Thanatos, took the charge of a headless monstrosity aiding the attacking skaven, saving Bloodseek to dispatch one of the drughouse rats.     The truely impressive sight was Thanatos scaling the building, smiting all those that stood up there and attempted to defeat him, then diving from above and slaying a rat below with his mighty claw.     All the rats turned as they heard the thundering crash of Thanatos screaming from above to below, killing their leader in a horrific strike. Clearly paralyzed with fear from this, the rats that had done so much damage to us before fled, and with our hearts content on this, decided to depart.     Okay, we lied. We didn't leave because we felt like it. But lying is good, it keeps the mind in the right train of thought. Anyway, we departed because Malice was having problems remembering whom he was. We shook a fair amount of senselessness into him, and Thanatos bit one of his kneecaps in a mockery of the Skaven.     I didn't laugh. Thanatos, still smashing random building sides and hissing in that wonderful siren call of pain, turned to once again try and gain my acceptance. It was at this point I discovered he was under my power, and that I had this power over many. I turned to my bretheren, and they all accepted my every command without question, though they still performed it in a manner befitting their status and, well, disposition.     I had been given a wonderful gift by He..the power to warp minds.     -Tylor Turn the page. Back to the previous page. Close the journal.