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Inside the twisted caverns of the cursed Bloodspire Peak, the blind red-skinned Brainpriest quickly followed after the huge snake-like Underspawn through the hallway, making sure to be careful and not fall on his back from the weight of his head. Unchallenged and unwavering, Tytan gave off an ominous presence to his loyal feral daemen and the other brainpriests working and populating inside the gigantic place, lifting the morale and fear of them both as they slaved and toiled to build an army so grand and so large that had not been witnessed since the Succession War.

With him, he carried a stone grey artifact embedded with ancient glyphs, glyphs that would drive men mad upon first sight. But Tytan was mad, and it didn't bother him.

"I HAVE DONE IN TWO WEEKS WHAT THAT FUCKFACE XANON HAS TAKEN TWO YEARS TO ACCOMPLISH, THE MALECENDUM IN MY HANDS AT LAST!"

The brainpriest scratched the large mass that was his brain, filled with the knowledge of a thousand mortals.

"He knows he knows, Xanon's eye stretches all over Underrealm. It won't be long until he decides to send a force to take it away it from you, he always does he always does!"

"I KNOW THAT ALREADY CANCER HEAD. WHY DO YOU THINK WE ARE HERE?" Tytan was always one to spout out vile insults, even more so from the mangled jaw Xanon blessed him with.

They reached the end of the fleshy corridor and into a wide open area straight in the centre of the peak itself, foul blood and energy oozed throughout the place which invigorated Tytan greatly. They made their way to the purple pincer-shaped abomination right in the centre, Tytan looked up to see the orange sky of Underrealm was above the hole at the top of the peak, he then coughed wildly spurting out droplets of blood from the holes in his mask.

"XANON WAS A FOOL NOT TO HAVE FUCKING OBLITERATED THIS PLACE FROM THE FACE OF THE BLOODLANDS. IT WILL BE HIS UNDOING." The artifact levitated from his clawed hand and inbetween the crimson spikes, it gradually spun around faster and faster until it was a blur. Red energy flowed from the tips and into the organic walls and ground, crimson tendrils sprouted out and surrounded the area, twisting and transforming it in all sorts of ways.

"Not yet not yet! The Bloodspire Cannon isn't operational yet!" The Brainpriest stammered.

"OF COURSE IT ISN'T ASSHOLE, BUT IT WILL TAKE A LOT LESS TIME WITH THIS! DOUBLE THE GUARD, NO ONE GETS IN OR OUT ALIVE FROM NOW ON!" The brainpriest quickly turned around and ran off to tell the others of this new order.

Tytan sighed to himself, rubbing his black mask with his clawed fingers.

"FATHER WOULD BE PROUD OF ME RIGHT NOW, IF HE WASN'T FUCKING DEAD."

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Description
Inside the twisted caverns of the cursed Bloodspire Peak, the blind red-skinned Brainpriest quickly followed after the huge snake-like Underspawn through the hallway, making sure to be careful and not fall on his back from the weight of his head. Unchallenged and unwavering, Tytan gave off an ominous presence to his loyal feral daemen and the other brainpriests working and populating inside the gigantic place, lifting the morale and fear of them both as they slaved and toiled to build an army so grand and so large that had not been witnessed since the Succession War.

With him, he carried a stone grey artifact embedded with ancient glyphs, glyphs that would drive men mad upon first sight. But Tytan was mad, and it didn't bother him.

"I HAVE DONE IN TWO WEEKS WHAT THAT FUCKFACE XANON HAS TAKEN TWO YEARS TO ACCOMPLISH, THE MALECENDUM IN MY HANDS AT LAST!"

The brainpriest scratched the large mass that was his brain, filled with the knowledge of a thousand mortals.

"He knows he knows, Xanon's eye stretches all over Underrealm. It won't be long until he decides to send a force to take it away it from you, he always does he always does!"

"I KNOW THAT ALREADY CANCER HEAD. WHY DO YOU THINK WE ARE HERE?" Tytan was always one to spout out vile insults, even more so from the mangled jaw Xanon blessed him with.

They reached the end of the fleshy corridor and into a wide open area straight in the centre of the peak itself, foul blood and energy oozed throughout the place which invigorated Tytan greatly. They made their way to the purple pincer-shaped abomination right in the centre, Tytan looked up to see the orange sky of Underrealm was above the hole at the top of the peak, he then coughed wildly spurting out droplets of blood from the holes in his mask.

"XANON WAS A FOOL NOT TO HAVE FUCKING OBLITERATED THIS PLACE FROM THE FACE OF THE BLOODLANDS. IT WILL BE HIS UNDOING." The artifact levitated from his clawed hand and inbetween the crimson spikes, it gradually spun around faster and faster until it was a blur. Red energy flowed from the tips and into the organic walls and ground, crimson tendrils sprouted out and surrounded the area, twisting and transforming it in all sorts of ways.

"Not yet not yet! The Bloodspire Cannon isn't operational yet!" The Brainpriest stammered.

"OF COURSE IT ISN'T ASSHOLE, BUT IT WILL TAKE A LOT LESS TIME WITH THIS! DOUBLE THE GUARD, NO ONE GETS IN OR OUT ALIVE FROM NOW ON!" The brainpriest quickly turned around and ran off to tell the others of this new order.

Tytan sighed to himself, rubbing his black mask with his clawed fingers.

"FATHER WOULD BE PROUD OF ME RIGHT NOW, IF HE WASN'T FUCKING DEAD."

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LOADS OF ALL CAPS INVOLVED

TYTAN IS FUN TO WRITE UP

ENJOY