Darkness has fallen, the end is nigh
Of humans and dwarfs and elfenkind high
For a ruinous guild to being has come
Merciless, atrocious, wicked, loathsome
And voices of Tzeentch, Gork, Mork and Khaine
In unison portend eternal pain
To all those who are foolish enough
To dare stand in the regiment’s path
For it leaves naught but earth scorched and tainted
Where its members a-marching have stained it
And swaths of death at its majestic height
In wake of occasions when they join fight
Armour clad figures charge in the fray
Descending brutally upon their prey
Deathly dark magics in the air thunder
Tearing flesh of the puny asunder
As the first strikes fall, the dying a-wail
Invoke their godlings; to little avail
No Sigmar or Vaul can prevent the fall
Of every weakling to “Order” in thrall
Clarions cry of imminent doom
Enters the battle... Supplicium
The Meaning of Supplicium
Excerpt from "Infernalist: The Path of Screams"
As far as a warlock is concerned, mortals walk in a soothing haze that obscures the Abyss yawning at their feet. The infernalist refuses to remain blind and they open their eyes to Creation’s Great and Secret Truth. The insight drives them insane by human standards, but it frees them from petty considerations like “mortality” or “remorse.” Whenever they invoke the adversary within, a diabolist enters a Supplicium and plunge them selves into the Void. In an ecstasy of torment, they reaffirm their Path and shed another level of that trifle called “humanity.”
Roughly translated, Supplicium means “a sacrifice to the gods,” “punishment,” and “torment.” It is all these things and more. During this self-inflicted torture, an Infernalist voluntarily cuts away a portion of the consciousness and sacrifices it to Hell in exchange for insight and power. It is a dangerous thing, this demented Seeking,p some Infernalists snap completely and become gibbering Marauds. Others focus on their inner hells and learn disturbing secrets from the folds of madness, returning to a semblance of sanity, they unlock a Pandora’s Box full of powers from the Underworld within. If and when an Infernalist recovers from the Supplicium, they command a greater understanding of the darker Mysteries and leave another part of their old life behind.
The call of that Abyss has a way of shattering one’s mind. Confronted with the horrors behind Creation’s comforting illusion, human consciousness fades and deeper instincts take over. During Supplicium, an Infernalist becomes a screaming lunatic or withdraws into catatonia. Locked within their own nightmares, they suffer exquisite agonies for the sake of enlightenment. Even after they “return” to sanity, a noticeable part of their old self remains behind in the Void. The specter of Hell forever dances in their eyes.
The Regiments of Supplicium
Joining the WAR
Supplicium is open to all races no matter what god you spill blood for. We seek the rare dark individuals who can mix bloodshed with the lowest of rogues and mightiest of warriors in order to preserve what we see as ours...
We accept mature individuals who don't speak in tongues (l337, d00d) because we are not monks nor care to waste time trying to understand it when we have a job to do. Because we can not give a full-time guarantee on the behavior you may witness, we ask that you be of legal age (18+), but will accept young lads... and ladies... as long as they understand that we are not responsible for, nor care to be involved in, drama!
We accept both those of fable and lore... and those who don't care to entertain (RP'ers and non-RP'ers). We are a multinational community with regiments in the European, North American, and Oceanic theaters of conflict.
Among the burning forests of Europe, Burlok. On the bloodied plains of North America, Phoenix Throne. Atop the shattered mountains of the Oceanic, Darklands. Each realm feels our wrath. Join us to feel the call of WAR.
