The Rise of Matrintis
Phaeron Aurikal of the Gold advanced alone into the throne room of his hopeful ally. There was no telling what sort of dampening fields were present for such a powerful dynasties’ general. He doubted his phase shifter would work, and if they could block his phase out protocols…he might suffer true death. He felt fear like he had when his body was mere flesh and blood. But he had to proceed, for the goal was immense, and he would not allow such folly as fear to stop him now.
The throne room was huge, the main thoroughfare lined by ornate pillars. Beyond those pillars the room faded into the gloom where dozens of low level Lords and Crypteks awaited their master’s orders. And at the end of the room, upon his throne, sat that master.
Phaeron Ramaxis of the Gold, fairest of the Novokh Kai.
There were rumours of him, rumours of a madness that ran in his lineage, causing him to be shunned and outcast. Aurikal did not know the veracity of those rumours, but that would explain why he had undertaken this quest; to restore his standing within the Novokh Dynasty.
“You come with the offer of alliance, Honoured of the Senusnet Dynasty?” The voice reverberated loudly, and Aurikal realized that it had been conveyed by a multitude of speakers in the pillars. A nice touch, he thought.
“Yes, my most auspicious host,” replied Aurikal, bowing. He was vaguely glad that his face could no longer betray his lies and deceipt with poorly concealed emotion.
“And what do you know of our goal?”
Aurikal chose his next words carefully. “I am aware of the legend of Matrintis.” Ramaxis did not respond immediately, but his head inclined, and Aurikal pressed on, “Towards the end of the Great War, the news travelled fast. Many heard of it. And you intend to find it, to curry favour with your masters in the Novokh Dynasty, may it last forever.”
“May it last forever.” The ritual words came not just from the pillars, but the host of flunkies surrounding them, like the dutiful sheep they were. Ramaxis stood, unfurling to his full height. He advanced towards Aurikal.
“And what do you seek from this? Do not take me for a fool, Aurikal.” His voice now only came directly from him.
“Of course, we seek the furtherance of friendship between our two glorious dynasties,” he replied, “but as you say, we too have a goal that lies in the webway. We seek the return of something that belongs to us.”
“And if you accomplish your goal?”
“Then of course, we will maintain our assistance until you have found yours,” Aurikal lied through his synthesizers.
“Very well. You will have your alliance. My diviners have informed me that there will be great strife in the search for Matrintis, and I believe your additional strength will be useful.” Aurikal did not like the sound of that, but when Ramaxis proffered his hand, he shook it. Dull, staccato applause came from the shadows.
“You seek something in the webway,” said Ramaxis “and you come here.” He gestured and a view screen appeared in mid air, showing the planet that the allied Necron fleet now occupied.
A maidenworld of the Eldar.
Ramaxis (left) and Aurikal (right)