Rise of the Silent King

‘Welp, here goes nothing,’ I thought as I walked through the doors and into the crowded halls of one of the biggest gaming and pop culture conventions in the country.

I was finally ready to show off my magnum opus; a to-scale Silent King Szarekh suit without the Sanguinus mask and scythe. I've invested more time and energy into this project than is probably healthy, having spent almost every free moment of the last few years pouring myself into it.

Unlike the blocky skeletal forms of traditional Necron units the Silent King was described as being almost organic in appearance, though I kept a few things from overlords, and from scraps and hints in the lore, plus a few long forum discussions, I elected to use a nearly gray faded purple heavily accented with dull gold as the color pallet.

Standing at full height put me near eleven feet tall, though I hunched down closer to nine and a half to move indoors easier. The scythe's shaft approached nine and a half feet long with a three foot blade.

All of the symbols on the suit, the eyes, and parts of the scythe, including the blade, glowed in the traditional violent green of the Necron.

Overall the suit was rather intimidating and earned many a second glance. I did have trouble with doors, but thankfully the organizers were more than willing to make a workaround for me.

The first two days of the week-long convention passed by in a blur of activity, entertainment and poor budgeting.

Things took a turn for the weird near the end of the third day, though.

I was lumbering my way through the crowd when a glint caught my eye.

I made my way to the stall, which was manned by someone resembling the merchant from Resident Evil 4.

“Szarekh the Silent King, eh? An impressive rendition, I must say. So, stranger, what catches your eye hm?”

Scanning the table I saw many items I recognized and even more I did not. Eventually my gaze found a pair of oddly shaped tachyon arrows and the bane of many a tabletop army; a resurrection orb.

Pointing at the items I asked, “How much?” my voice metallic thanks to a voice modulator.

“Hmm,” he cocked his head in thought, “one fifty for the tachyon-gauss arrows.”

‘Tachyon-gauss arrows? Never heard of those.’

“Aaand the Orb of Infinity is… two hundred,” my eyebrows rose at the name, and the cost. “Buuut,” he said before I could say anything, “since you went through all the time and energy to make that outfit, I'll give ‘em to you for half price. Whaddaya say?”

‘That's more than half my remaining swag budget, but considering the cost of the rest of my outfit, it's kinda hard to find a good reason not to. Fuck it, when will I ever see something like this again?’

Nodding I spoke, “I'll take them.”

I pulled my card from a hidden pocket behind the sternum plate of my suit and payed for my new accessories.

Having nowhere to put my purchase, I propped my scythe on one shoulder before clipping the tachyon-gauss arrows to my wrists and grabbed the scythe before picking up the Infinity Orb.

As I stepped away from the stall, the world around me shifted and my vision swirled with impossible shades of purple and white.