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Gareva looked and chuckled.
"So she is your best, let us see!" Gareva said jumping onto the training ground.
"So your the best warrior Lynessa knows?" Gareva said walking up to her, he walked around her looking at her.
"hmmmm you look like you can handle yourself. But.." Gareva said as he leg swiped her to the ground.
"You need to be more prepared young one!" Gareva said walking away from her.
"I will teach her how to be prepared!" He said to Lynessa.

''Really, kaless darling show him that trick i have been teaching you.''

Eighteenth guardsman dead, squad destroyed, eleven seconds, new record.

If i had not been for the daemon inhabiting him, he would have likely expired from the heat of these ash-wastes long ago, but now he felt nothing but a gentle warmth. He had ben out here for decades. No, minutes. No, days. The influence of the maelstrom coupled with the daemon lurking within him had left him with trouble percieving mortal concepts of time out here, even while others could. He never slept now, he had stopped the pointless practice long ago soon after he had realised he had no need of it. The powers of the warp had called him here, for what reason he knew not.

He had killed several squads of guardsmen out here, their comparitivly slow reactions made them easy targets for him, they were like insects to him, one casual blow and they were crushed.

The ground trembled, splinting and cracking, ruins shook and burst of fire and acidic sparked to life. The fire flowed, forming ash and the ash formed stone, becoming bone and rotting flesh. A howl broke the silence as a bolt of lightning cascaded from the skies to greet the foul monster that now had arrived upon the world, it's heads searched for prey, of any caliber. It was starving, it's heads turned and found a small child standing before it, the beasts slavering heads darted forward, and tore it to shreds as they feasted upon the small animal, but a single thought broke it's feasting. It had been great, a champion of it's people, reduced to this? It growled, trying to form words, but all that formed from it's snapping maws where a jumbled mass of growls and heavy hissing. It roared, it would regain favor, it would spill blood, feast and slaughter nations, its heads pulled up and it's wings spread as it lifted from the scorched earth and searched the area for life to snuff out....

Kaless was now taking on one of the better wyches: One of those with a set of special weapons, which flicked between flails and swords at any point in time. Kaless was dodging, stepping to the right then ducking, before spinning off to her left. Then she saw her opening: She focused her mind on the point of her whip and swung it, forcing the wych backwards into a wall. She levelled her bolt pistol and fired. The neural whip may be a good weapon, but sometimes a bolt pistol is all that's needed.

The new arrival nodded, obviously not expecting psychic powers to be used by one who looked to be a mere warrior.

As the traitor astartes and cultists did what they wished with their prisoners, sickening as it may have been, Ulgot turned to oversee a new group of Plague-bearers spew forth from the green warp portal. Their time was short, and so much had to be done to make this world suitable for the Dark Gods. The twisted, wicked shapes and figures growled and chattered amongst themselves. They were anticipating the fight ahead, and the chance to spread numerous gifts to the untainted and pure.
When he was satisfied, Ulgot rumbled to the leader, "My children have come forth to do battle with the innocent of the fortress ahead. Our time here grows short, and Father Nurgle can only wait for so long."

The Storm Eagle landed, Ve'Carr quickly sending the three marines to be suited up. He walked around, watching his men train, it pleased him. Ve'Carr walked by the sleeping Dreadnaught, daring not to wake the slumbering ancient. Only when battle comes. Ve'Carr walked to find the commander, leaving the building and walking into the street, darkness setting in fast.The ground crumpled under his feet, but there was something else, a drip drip sound and a scuttle. Turning he found nothing but knew he was being followed. The creature made one fatal mistake, leaning over him. The drip of slime on the top of Ve'Carr's head made him hit upward, knocking the creature to the ground. It looked to be a Tyranid, which Ve'Carr loathed. Pulling his combat blade, he rushed the creature lashing out, chopping off a limb. He tackled the creature, breaking a wall. The creature lay injured on the ground. With a quick stomp, he crushed it's head. With his task completed, he went off to speak to the commander.

With a growl, Morgoth sweeps aside the enterance flaps of the tent, a baleful glow in his crimson and bloodshot eyes as he walks towards the huge bloated form of the great unclean one.

"What is it you want, son of Nurgle? I'm busy, unclean one, so speak now and speak quickly."

He barks at Ulgot, the sounds of partying all around.

''See my love kaless is a very experienced warrior, not enough yet ofcourse but she will increase, i will make that happen. Come here kaless come her ill show you how its done''

"Oh yes?" Kaless stepped forwards, weight on her back leg so that she could spring out of the way of an attack. She fired off a round from her pistol, but Lynessa was already dodging. Then she felt the weight of the sorcerer's mind on her own. She pushed back, barely able to hold it off. This would be a tough fight.

Gareva watched the sky begin to darken he felt power flow through him, what is he, what powers can he feel inside of him all these questions flowed through his mind but they would have to wait.
"My love I will do this." He said lifting his arm in front of Lynessa. He dropped down onto the training ground.
"So you are a warrior to the prince of pleasure? Let me see!" Gareva said as the sky turned black, he blended into the shadows his form disappeared.
"Come lets see how good your scenes!" He said letting out a dark laugh.

"Brother captain it appears you have something to tell us" said Lily. Alphonsine stopped questioning Commander Howlett about the bad news which he had received shortly before their meeting. "Is this related to the incident at the armoury, my lord?" he bluntly asked.

Kaless watched her new opponent carefully, waiting for his first move, but he seemed content for her to make the first attack. Focusing her mind as she had been taught, she let the power of the Dark Prince flow through her mark into the whip as she had been taught, then unleashed it, smashing her mind into his. He was ready for it, though, and only staggered back slightly as if he had practiced for it for hours. Then Kaless' leg was spinning round to try and trip him, but he had recovered and dodged with remarkable speed, leaping over the foot. Then her whip span round aiming at his neck from the other direction, but he fell back, leaning back so that it passed over him, then ducking to the side to dodge a bolt.
Then the techmarine was on the offensive, his own lash moving towards her lightning-fast. She rolled backwards, barely dodging it, then sprung up, barely dodging a bolt from his combi-bolter. She could tell that he would win. Their whips met in mid-air, his overpowering hers and causing her to stumble back a few steps: Plenty enough for him to move in and give her a hearty kick in the stomach. Her power armour took some of the blow, but she was still sent down to the ground, head spinning. He started to walk away, but she levelled her bolt pistol at him and took aim, letting three bolts fire straight at him... Only to be stopped by his demonic armour.

Syrath hung in the air, his only goal to seek new servants, or more likely, prey. Soon, the signs of combat drew each heads concentration, two figures battled, one an obvious servant of Slannesh and the other unknown to him, appearing to be some form of Space Marine. He dropped down, spreading his wings to slow his landing as he watched the two battle and chuckled, he'd pounce the loser.....

(OOC) Is this OK?

Gareva was impressed with this warrior her skill was good but she shot him in the shot.
"hahahahaha that tickled!" he said his Lash of Torment lashed out from the shadows hitting her in the chest knocking her to the ground, but she got back up. Gareva saw a strange Daemon in the training ground, it chuckled as the woman fell to the ground. Gareva turned back to the woman and leapt from the shadows and pinned her to the ground his tongue slivered out.
"You did well! I'm impressed." Gareva said standing up. As he stud up the Daemon leapt towards the young Slaanesh warrior, Gareva leapt between the woman and the Daemon.
"LEAVE HER ALONE BEAST!" Gareva bellowed his voice deepened, his eyes glowed red and his weapons ready.

A hacking mix between a cough and laugh burst from the daemons twin heads, it raised up as each maw fell open and green flames began to form;

"I have existed since time began, watched empires including my own fall, you are naught but insects to my power, move away child, the Warrior of Slannesh is mine!"

The flames began to spurt and flow from the dragon-beasts mouth.....

Then Kaless stepped out from behind Gareva, sonic blaster raised, and fired. The blast smashed into both the heads at once, sending it backwards a few feet, the flames now completely gone. Kaless Gareva and Lynessa were all taking aim at the creature, ready to destroy the thing or die trying. They were warriors of She Who Thirsts, and no Tzeench monster would destroy them.

"YOU DARE OPPOSE ME?"

A lance of blue flame spawned from both maws, sending each of the warriors back as Syrath tried to regain his clumsy footing, he raised his heads again in a defensive position......

Kaless somersaulted back, landing on all fours, then used the position to spring forwards in a full-on sprint. She dodged another burst of psychic flame the jumped and kicked the creature in one of the heads, her whip coming round to smack into the other head. The thing stumbled back, but its mind was still far too powerful, pushing her back about 20 feet.

"Fouls, I am.....I am......argh, well, if you must make enemies, you should have chosen wiser!"

Syrath's weakened body arched back as he raised his hands in the air, flames sprouting from the palms of his hands and forming a cascade of lightning which burnt and sparked as it slammed into the tech priest and warrior of Slannesh. He grinned and laughed as each warrior was momentarily stunned, but quickly realised that in reality he was outmatched.

"I suggest we settle this in a more civilized manner?"

Gareva gazed into the beasts eyes.
"Leave the others out of this I will discuss this with you!" Gareva said to the beast, he looked at his shoulder and put out a flame on his robe. Gareva exited the training area and looked at Lynessa but then followed the beast.
"What do you want Beast?" He says looking deep into the creature.

"A loyal servant and partner, you fit the bill perfectly, but if you wish others, she will make a fine servant if you deny my offer."

Syrath's soulless eyes pierced the figure standing before him as he chuckled.....

Gareva's Lash of Torment wrapped around the beasts neck and Gareva pulled the beast down so they were face to face.
"You leave them out of this beast! I will not be your Servant but I might join! Why have you not asked any other warriors like my fellow Slannesh lord?" Gareva said his eyes burning with warp energy something was happening.

"I've been gone for quite some time, and you have shown some skill, you serve Slannesh yet you care for others? My....my, you only serve to protect? Well, under my 'wing' you will become the protector of all you wish to save from the inevitable blackness, and be gifted with greatness beyond your concept of imagination. So, do you accept?"

Lynessa saw the fight happen she could feel that he was a servant to tzeentch just like her, she stepped in between both of them and with a soft voice began muttering words in the language of daemons. ''You are a warrior of tzeentch why do you attack those he has allied with? Why do you attack his minions?'' Lynessa said in the ancient language she felt his anger.

"I have long since fallen out of the service of the Lord of Mutation, weakling, your foolish service to Chaos & Tzeentch amuses me, as you are but a mere pawn in his game! Though you might be useful to my goals."

Syrath's flaming eyes stare into the soul of the servant of Tzeentch, while his neck was still bound by the Slannesh Warriors whip.

''Oh the lord of change sees me as a pawn yes but all pawns have a goal some large some small. The fact that i have been blessed so far leads me to believe i am a pawn with potential but what are you? You where the pawn without any real purpose why do you think he has cast you out?''

"I was cast out by a mere twist of fate, like you shall be once your favour runs out in the many eyes of Tzeentch, and you end up as gibbering spawn or dead on the corpse piles of the galaxy, I however look to the future to find new opportunistic events such as this current one, while you play with your so called magic, which are merely simple tricks, I have studied in the Libraries of Tzeentch's realm and raided the many libraries of knowledge in this realm and beyond."

Gareva understood what the daemon said, he pulled the beast forward and punched one of it's heads cracking the skull in places.
"This is between you and me beast she will not be a victim of your trickery!" Gareva said his face right into the face of the daemon.

"Well then, its time to chose little man, instead of crying and weeping inside! I thought you were a servant of Slannesh, not a puny weakling or pretty child. So, do you accept my offer, or seal your fate as my foe warrior of pleasure?"

Syrath sneers, pulling his heads back and freeing his neck from the whip....