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I felt the memory of the dream fade, but, instead of being in the world again, another memory surfaced.
I was back in the landscape, the infinite grassland. It has changed since I last saw it.
Once it was lifeless, but now strange, multi-limed creatures were appearing, being summoned from strange ripples in the air. I recognised them as Horrors of Tzeetch.
They surrounded the stone archway as if waiting. And then a ripple appears. It forms into the shape of Six Jug-Shape who was immediately tackled by a Horror. A moment later, however, a shining light came from the golden cube and hit the Horrors, cutting them down in swaths. Whenever a Horror was hit, it caught fire and burnt without trace.
I saw Six Jug-Shape run towards more of its augmetic brethren. I realized they were 8-Point Heart-Jugs and 6-Point Hearts. 8-Point Heart-Jugs had a gapping wound in the head, as if a Horror's tentacles had battered it repeatedly, and brain leaked out of it. 6-Point Hearts body was mostly dripping and melted in a pool of iron surrounding it.
Six Jug-Shape paused near the corpses for a second, and ceased using the deadly beam. However, a moment later the beam continued to incinerate Horrors and Six Jug-Shape crouched and ruffled his hands through the grass in the ground. He quickly found a stone – something totally out of place in the nearly blank grasslands – and picked it up with the same hand holding the golden cube – it's right.
At that point the air started to shimmer around us in a dome. Fear welled inside me – were these people to be attacked by a mutant of Tzeetch. However, I was relaxed to find us surrounded on all sides by an earth mound that glowed strangely, providing an eerie light. I could feel the warp in it.
Come to think, I could feel the warp everywhere here. In the grass, the iron, the air and the light. Everything! It was as if this was somehow part of the Immatirium, somehow merged with it.
And some things, the the stone, the cube and the new mound positively stank of it's taint. It made wonder why the demons were attacking them. Tzeetch is no given to random destruction, and thought that perhaps these people had made a pact with it.
While I was thinking the memory of a dream had become slightly blurry and unfocused. I realized that I had left my body in my sleep and seen this place, and that nearly all of my thoughts here were simply memories being repeated.
As I turned towards Six Jug-Shape I saw a hologram surrounding it, projected by the cubes. It snapped out before I could get a good look.
And them Six Jug-Shape murmured to itself, in an Ancient form of Low Gothic, with the reedy voice of an old man:
"So our barriers have failed and our ship is invaded. So our cargo is loose and now dangerous due to the creatures of alternate dimensions. So we have moved forwards to a place we do not wish to be, and I now seek advice of risks and probability," he suddenly stopped his strange monolog.
Of all the things to happen next I did not expect this. A beeping sound had come from the cube. It seemed like a machine code. I guessed that the cube contained some form of vox link.
Six Jug-Shape nodded slightly, the first piece of body-launguage I had seen him make.
"Initiate teleport," he said.