The 41st millenium is rapidly coming to a close. In some forsaken corner of the galaxy, dangerously near to the titanic warp rift 'The Maelstrom' lies the heavily defended planet of Tannibus Alpha. In one, enormous force, the armies of chaos have amassed to assault the world, while the loyal followers of the Emperor fight despirately to repel the invaders. This follows the forces of xenos, loyalists and chaos, who all fight for a cause, survival and victory.

With wave after wave of dropships and dreadclaws bombarding the planet and crashing against the well trained bulwark of the Imperial forces, the battle looks to balanced on a knife edge...

Morgoth sat on his Ceramite throne, watching the battle unfold from a large console before him, numerous nodes and screens flashing and glowing a deep red as various things down on the planet went on. The assault was going perfectly, countless dreadclaws and dropships were deploying his forces as he spoke, the Imperials were puttng up a fight, but eventuly they would fall, it was only a matter of time now. After all the buisiness on his flagship was complete, he would himself land on the planet. And the imperials would know true fear.

Lynessa was walking towards the commanders deck she hated walking on a slaaneshi ship they reminded her of gareva her only true love, but that would need to wait for another day. She entered the ship seeing the commander sit on a chair she stood before him and began speaking. ''Captain i think it would be best to order the forces to set up an forward HQ best stay away from the highly populated areas as the largest formations of imperials would be there, what do you say?''

Ethil walked through the great halls of the chaos ship. Strange sickening idols were held along the walls, parchments of human skin coated with arcane runes alongside them. He detested Chaos, but times call for his attention. He came finally to the bridge. A pair of mighty astartes blocked the doorway, only to be cut down with a single sweep of Ethil's obsidian cleaver. He walked in.
"I am here to offer my aid. For a price, of course..."

"I wouldn't put it past scum to hide in such a place" said Alphonsine her fist clenched as she looked at the planet below. The ship was a standard Imperial Navy carrier; as was the way Orders usually travelled. Lily looked up from her book. "Sister, calm yourself lest your rage best you" she stated calmly before returning to her book. "Fine... But you know why we're here" she replied. "Of course, but getting mad won't make it easier" said Lily as she turned a page. The two were currently on the bridge of the transport, surrounded by its usual crew. As with any Imperial ship it was more visually akin to a mausoleum than a state of the art space ship.

Alphonsine turned to the captain to begin asking about their descent to the planet's surface.

"Agreed."

Says Morgoth as he reaches over to a comms unit embedded in the console before pressing down the button and barking into it.

"Dropships 43, 32 and 12 set up a foward base in coordinates 21,54 in sector 19. Plague marine squads Festus, mortis and Nihilus, secure the foward base."

Turning back to the Tzeentchen advisor he says,

"Good call Lynessa."

Then the doors burst open. An eldar, interesting. Two of his elite lay dead at the xenos' feet, their power armour cut like a hot knife through butter by his strange weapon.

"Ah, an Eldar, here on a Slaanesh ship? How strange. So, Eldar, what is this price you ask of?"

Kaless was first out of the dreadclaw, sonic blaster cutting down two of the imperial guard before they could react, then jumping down into the trench to take out another two with her neural whip. Around her, the Slaaneshi Astartes of the Emperor's Children were doing likewise, firing sonic blasters, throwing grenades, and charging in with chainswords and combat knives flashing. What had formerly been a strong position of 30 guardsmen and 3 lascannons was reduced to almost nothing in less than half a minute. The senior sergeant that had been put in charge of the squad did the "honorable" thing, taking the pin out of a frag grenade and throwing himself at one of the marines, but he was knocked about a meter off course by a sonic blast before he ever reached his target, the shrapnel that made it to the marines simply bouncing off the power armour.
The squad had accepted her as one of them when she had turned renegade and shown them her mark of Slaanesh, instantly recognising that she was their equal to have been accepted by the mistress. Now she was leading the way to their objective, the commanders' tent for this section of the battle.

"Sir" said one of the vessel's crew stepping towards the captain. "Yeah son?" was the reply, not even turning away from the view screen to answer. "Chaos forces are landing, they've taken point delta 19-". "What type of chaos forces?" interrupted Alphonsine. "Mixed reports so far, a warband of traitor Astartes but numbers are unclear".

Lily snapped shut her book and stood up. "I know very well what you're thinking sister, just as you should know my answer will be a stern no" she said bluntly. Alphonsine gritted her teeth. "We brought only a small number with us, the Ecclesiarchy would prefer us to bring her in alive after all. But, you know as well as I do we cannot rush in blindly and hope to crush them, we must deploy back in safety and push forward with the forces already on the ground" she continued.

"Fine, we'll go about this your way as usual then. Time to bring everyone up to speed and get ready to go"

In the mountains, under a sea of ice sleeps a creature of death, the ultimate hunter of this world 'The Reaper of men' was beginning to wake to the sounds of war. It's eyes opened to see it trapped along side the human that died with it,it felt the pump through its veins. 'The Reaper of men' crashed its way through the ice, it began to climb the mountain, when it reached the top it looked to the skies and saw mighty ships. 'The Reaper of men' let out a mighty roar.

Lynessa was awaiting the all clear order from the captain now, her chosen where already deployed the daemonic pacts needed plenty of sacrifice thats where her troops were perfect for. She was standing besides the captain seeing as he was talking with that eldar. Just then he heard the scanners going off saying imperial ships where orbiting the planet. ''You idiot! Have you literally forgotten to block the fething planet from imperial naval forces?''

Tuning to face Lynessa, Morgoth grunts slightly, his face cracking out of shape, teeth lengthening into razor-sharp fangs, as a snake like tongue worms its way through his now unnaturaly wide jaw.

"Do not question my judgement Lynessa. You may be highest amongst my favour, but war is my field of mastery."

He barks, glowing crimson eyes only millemetres from hers. Tuning back to the console, his visage taking on its normal apearance, he mutters quietly.

"I have prepared for this. The planet is near to the Maelstrom, warp energy stains this place. They may not come at will, but here daemons can manifest particularily easily here. Look."

With that he gestures to one smaller screen, a bulky loyalist ship filling it. For a moment nothing happens, it slowly drifts closer. Then all hell brakes loose. From out of thin air, comes a huge, rippling shoal of screamers, their blue forms covering the battle barge. At first they are small, but after a few moments, large parts of damage start to show, the outside of the ship being slowly stripped away. As quickly as they came, the huge swarm vanishes, leaving the crippled ship floating there, lacking usable weaponry and engines mostly dead.

"If only for a short time."

Their briefing done the sisters of the Ordo Divinus Ensis made their way to the landing craft accompanied by the guard regiment they had hitched a ride with. Alphonsine walked alongside Lily as the two headed for their Aquila Lander followed closely by the remaining four members of the Aegis of the Thorn. The three celestians carried their armament while the Hospitaller made a quick last check of her own medical supplies. Generally Alphonsine opposed travelling this way and would rather travel with the vehicles and troops in the normal bulkier transports. However according to Lily's plan they were to land a safe distance from the chaotic forces in a loyalist controlled fortress. Thus they had the time to unload the troops at a reasonable pace instead of the usual deploying on the front lines and speeding out of the craft in their transports. Alphonsine looked to Lily but could tell her sister was deep in though, most likely plotting their attack and defense.

Once they had loaded up the Aquila Lander's engine roared into life and they departed, followed shortly after by the remaining transports carrying the remaining battle sisters, their vehicles and the guard regiment.

Kaless led the way to the command tent. Far more troops would be on their way soon and getting rid of a few of the planetary defense commanders would do little in the long term, but she didn't care. They heared the emperor's children coming. They had done nothing to dampen their steps, rather letting fear creep up the necks of those inside. A Lord Commisar stepped forwards, power sword drawn, thinking himself able to take down a squad of astartes on his own. He soon found out he wasn't, a stream of sound sending him flying back ten feet into a large rock, snapping his neck. Kaless stepped into the tent, and dispatched of the commanders. Other than a slight las-burn on her hand from a near miss from a pistol, there was no damage to any of the squad. They moved out, ready for their next assignment. Most of them had been doing this for millenia, and there was no way that imperial guardsmen, however jumped-up, would stop them.

"Give me wealth and riches. I work for my own gain, not for your gods."
Ethil was uncomfortable here, but he needed the money.

"I have no need for such mortal things."

He says, turning to face the eldar again. With that, he gestures to two nearby members of his elite, both bedecked in black and deep purple power armour, long power swords by their sides.

"You, Vanius, Maracte, escort our guest to the treasury. Give him what he asks for, within reason of course. Now go."

As the eldar and two astartes turn to walk down the corridor, Morgoth picks up a small sack from beside his throne.

"Oh and eldar, how about some jewls to go with that?"

With a chuckle, he tosses the sack to the ground before him, a dozen or so darkened soul stones spilling out onto the ground. Grinning, he turns back to the console and Lynessa.

"Go now, before I revoke my most generous offer."

He barks over his shoulder, the heavy ceramite door closing behind them.

"Do I look like I care?"
Ethil strolled out of the corridor, aloof with hot air.

Lynessa turned to the commander ''Sir should we make planetfall now? I have ordered my men to prepare sacrifices so we can call in some daemonic support.''

Lynessa opened her vox to kaless ''Kaless have you prepared the sacrifices? i will make planetfall soon prepare your men to receive me!''

'The Reaper of men' walked back down the mountain and headed towards the jungles of the planet. It took hours to leave the frozen hell but then it reached the hot jungles, now it had sight on some prey, a squad of sisters of battle. He began to blend in making small noise to lure them close, the squad of female warriors made their way towards the silent beast.
"Sisters spread out!" the squad leader said to her squad, each one split from the group. 'The Reaper of men' climbed into a tree and dangled about one of the sisters, it strikes fast plunging its claw into her chest and dragging her into a tree. Quickly the others gathered around her last known area.
"Sister where are you?" the squad said looking around. Suddenly 'The Reaper of men' dropped onto the squad striking and clawing its foes to shreds. Before the squad could respond the lay injured or dead, as the last gave their last breath the creature dragged them into trees and wrapped them in a cocoon as display.

"They are ready, Sorcerer. Speak when you wish them to be sacrificed. We have the commanders unconscious and bound. We await our bretheren from the warp."
The squad nodded in agreement. Enemies were on their way, and it would be good to have some allies sent directly from the Dark Prince.

"Yes, we make planetfall now."

Says Morgoth, getting to his feet.

"Gather what you need Lynessa, we move out soon. I strongly advise you bring some guards."

Lynessa entered her own personal valkyrie she would be deployed right next to her own chosen so she could begin the sacrifice soon.

It was time to make planetfall. On the flagship above, Ve'Carr and his men were ready for the battle. They were chosen for their skill in battle. None stood in their path, they would destroy all that opposed them. They readied their gear and before stepping into the drop pod, they nealt down, saying their prayer to the Emperor and Vulkan. With that they stepped into the drop pod, strapping in. They sleek craft, painted in Salamanders iconography. The vehicle let out a beep, another, another and whoosh, they were off. As they went, Ve'Carr shouted " We are here to win, to fight back Chaos. Repeat after me. We are Salamanders!" The squad repeated. "We crush all that oppose!" The Squad repeated. At that moment the Drop Pod hit the earth in the middle of the battle, the doors dropping, and in unison the Marines shouted, "Into the fires of battle, Unto the anvil of war!!"

"Get picking now, Eldar. We're attacking."
Ethil turned to the astartes, eye to eye. He placed his hand on the hilt of his cleaver.
"If you insist, I shall collect my payment later. To the hangars, hmm?"

Not far off, drop pods of the imperial astartes were landing, too close to Kaless' position for her liking. The champion signalled for 5 of the noise marines to block off the pass that connected them to the rest of the battle, ready to hold the enemy back long enough for the ritual to be completed. Two aspiring sorcerers of Tzeench's Thousand Sons were here now, probably to oversee the ritual although normal protocol was not to ask thousand sons anything, so she would find out in due course. Right now they were simply staring at the unconsious bodies of the guardsmen. Soon enough, the fun would begin. She looked up, and saw a Valkyrie moving in to their position.

Lynessa jumped out of the valkyrie 2 aspiring champions of slaanesh with her. she walked towards the tent and shouted. ''Kaless report!''

"Lady Canoness, Commander Howlett".
Alphonsine, Lily and a couple of what looked to be officers turned to this interruption. The landing had gone smoothly, the troops and vehicles were settled. Currently the twins were in a large briefing room towards the heart of the fortress.

"What is it ensign?" demanded the commander. "We've lost contact with the ship that brought that last batch of reinforcements" panted the ensign. "Lost? It was destroyed?" asked the commander with a puzzled look. "No sir, it's just gone". The commander's eyes widen slightly. "Do you have any good news at least?" asked Alphonsine. "Yes maam, we just recieved confirmation that Astartes have reached orbit". Commander Howlett smiled at this news. "Good, good. Why haven't we opened up a line of communication yet?" he demanded. "Any word on the chapter?" asked Lily, clearly more interested in their main use than their chapter itself. "Salamanders". This brought a smile to Alphonsine's face. "Ah the Salamanders" replied Lily, noticing the slight grin on her sister's face. "I suppose that means you're looking forward to all that fire they'll bring" continued Lily. "Of course, not to mention their ornate equipment" said Alphonsine a hint of joy in her voice. "Any news on where they'll deploy though?" asked Lily. "No word yet" replied the ensign.

Titus Daston looked down on the carnage wrought by the Tyranid. Ten Sisters, in five seconds. He hated those odds; half a second in which tofight it off, or die. Daston looked up as a Drop Pod bearing Salamanders icons fell out of the sky, landing about half a mile away from him.

Firing his Jump Pack, Daston lands on top of a nearby cliff, a 20 foot tall wall of rock separating the lower jungle from the area that the Imperials use for training. As he landed, a handful of Guardsmen on patrol started firing at him, one of them shouting "Night Lord" at the top of his lungs. The lasbolts did absolutely nothing besides infuriate the Blood Angel beyond belief. Titus unsheathed one of his Power Swords, and jumped high in the air using his Jump Pack. He landed on one of the Guardsmen, reducing him to a red stain that extended five feet in every direction. Daston killed the rest of them with a roundhouse swipe of his sword, decapitating them all.

Daston sheathed the sword and ran towards the Imperial Fortress, two miles away, firing the pack to make him bound along at thirty feet at a time, striving tokeep the rage under control, lest it take over him again.

"Reporting for duty, sorcerer," replied Kaless. "The two aspiring sorcerers are here, presumably on your orders, as are the sacrifices. When shall our friends arrive?"

With the doors opening the Veteran squad ran out, thunderhammers and inferno pistols in hand. The traitor guardsmen never stood a chance. They were smashed into the ground or burnt to a pile of ashes. Ve'Carr shouted," Traitor scum, Prepare to die!" The group of Traitors were reduced to nothing, hardly any sign of them left. Ve'Carr pushed a button on his gauntlet and the drop pod melted away, keeping any traitors from using the sacred machine in any way. Ve'Carr opened a line to any Imperial troops on the plant, saying " The Salamanders are here." The tactical squad of body guards ran ahead into the fight.

''Oh my favored one they will arrive soon some of your own favorite slaaneshi daemons as well as the daemons of tzeentch.'' Lynessa turned to the sorcerers and ordered them to open the summoning circle. ''Come kaless you don't need to see such trivial things let us talk.''

"As you wish. Will I be staying with this squad? It seems not to suit me, being with emperor's children that have been together for their entire lives. And where will the battle go next, now that we have such allies?"

''I don't know its up to the captain for that but you will stay with me as the mistress of my chosen as my favorite as my main bodyguard.''

"Wow, a promotion. Back with imperial forces all I ever got was being forced into slave labour. Killing them should be fun now, although I wouldn't be surprised if they have a strike force out to kill me."

Th dreadclaw landed. With a mechanical whirring, the transport lifts itself off the ground , the enterance hatch opening. As one, Morgoth and his four bodyguards exit the black and purple transport, each expertly trained and equiped with the finest quality weapons. They had landed near to the camp, he could see it on a nearby hill.

"Move."

Barks Morgoth, as he and his squad begin the walk towards the camp.

Through a storm of purple silver and roiling clouds, the barbed, predatory ships wrenched the skies open. Glowing plasma residue flaked from the edges of the waspish vessels, as more and more of them streamed through the portal. A continuous wyrm-like stream of black metal blades and silver scales. Archon Vileth rode at the head of the glorious horde of Iron, aboard his glittering raider.

Initial resistance was light and where it was met, it was squashed beneath the immense fire power of the Elder craft. Vileth was growing impatient, he and his entourage had yet to bloody their blades. They had not met any worthy of their effort on countless worlds, where all they found where cattle like races, consumed by the relentless hunger of the dark city.

"It's disgusting" said Yilith, one of his sell swords, "The taste of She Who Thirsts is ripe on this world"

"Yes, it is. Very unavodiable, but not unexpected. The followers of the warp spawn are nothing to fear, but their god Daemons are ." agreed Haemonculli Vextar

"Enough of your idile thoughts, it is of no consequence to the actions in motion" rumbled Yngarl, Vileths chief Executioner.

Archon Vileth stood proudly aboard his raider, leaning on the side rails, lost in thought, ignoring the members of his entourage.

Lynessa petted her new bodyguard she was very nice for a slaaneshi one she really liked her. She began thinking about taking her under her tutelage.

Daston reached the main Imperial fortress, his head cleared. He could still sense the rage clawing at the back of his mind, but that had been there since killing the Tyrant a decade ago. Daston walked in unopposed; the commissar in charge of the eastern gate allowing the Blood Angel to enter with only a curious look as to why the Astartes was alone. The Assault Marine was walking straight to the armoury, going to see if he could 'aquire' some decent kit.

The ritual seemed to be reaching a peak as Lynessa, the sorcerer, accepted her as one of her own. Suddenly, though, a combat squad of salamanders (5 tactical marines including one with a flamer) came into sight. Two were sent flying back by the power of the sonic blasters, but they were soon close enough and one of the emperor's children went down to the flamer, while another two were at the very least badly injured by combat knives. However, the salamanders didn't stand a chance is such small quantities. Between the psykic power sent out by Lynessa and the flash of a neural whip by Kaless, they were gone before they got close to the ritual. Soon everyone could feel the air bending around that one point, their dark gods pulling through into reality. Soon the fun would begin.

The Wyrm of thorns tore threw the rust coloured clouds and toxin rich atmosphere, nearing their target. The taste of warp was getting strong, filling Vileths nostrils with a copper like smell. Far below, Vileths hawk like vision saw the ritual in full motion, nearing its climax. Signalling for his fleet to descend with a slight of hand, the wasp like horde decended, screaming to the ground below. Lance's of dark energy burst forth, blowing great chunks from the hordes below. Reavers and Helions decended on the circle, firing their poison tipped darts to the rapidly approaching circle.....

Lynessa stepped forward into the middle of the summoning circle the power of chaos began flowing around her she released her own powers and began screaming ancient incantations, her clothes began dissipating because of the powers of chaos around her the rift began opening. Fiends of slaanesh and screamers began gushing out, the mark of tzeentch around her eye began glowing furiously and she began maniacilly laughing.

With a daemonic roar, Morgoth and his elite enter the fray, bolt, plasma and flamer mercilessly cutting down the darting hellions and reavers. Face fully contorted into a daemonic visage, Morgoth brings his crackling blade about in a great arc, an unlucky hellion split vertically in half along with his skyboard, as he comes crashing in a bloody heap to the ground.

The ritual was complete now, Lynessa was at its centre as a great horde of daemons spilled forth from the portal's inky depths to combat the attacking Dark eldar. This would be interesting.

The reavers and hellions pulled up hastily, the warp spawn appeared with no warning. They only need worry about the airborne daemons, the earth-bound daemons held no power to even touch the Elder fliers. Deftly turning and spinning, the Screamers quickly gained advatage over the reavers. Their natural movement and unholy speed giving them an advatage. The Hellions fared much better, baiting the beasts into traps and slicing them apart with their razor edged boards.

"Target the circle, break their hold over the warp and they will disipate" called Vexta over the chaos of battle.

Ravagers turned there potent weaponry onto the circle of sorcerors, atomising everything caught in their weapons path. Cutting swathes of enemies down in a brutal fire storm. Raiders swooped low, wychs leapt deftly onto the field below, quickly cutting apart the slow, brutish mon'keigh with unmatched speed.

''Begone eldar i won't hesitate to give your soul to slaanesh! Maybe lord tzeentch will like your souls!'' Lynessa screamed as bolts of psychic power began rising up in the air horrors began pouring out of the circle they began hurling bolts at the eldar.

The damned eldar frustrated him greatly, there speed was matchable, but his foces lacked aerial forces. For now guns would have to do. Lifting bloodbolt to the air, Morgoth pulls the trigger five times, five daemonically-enhanced bolts flying through the air, each shot instantly decimating a passing hellion or reaver. One of his elite had been gunned down so far, the astartes disintergrated in a beam of pitch black energy. He cared not, other could be found to replace. Now the Dark eldar melee ground troops came, numerous agile Wychs tearing into cultists with barbed whip and cruel blade. No matter, a bolt round would still end them all the same.

"Slaanesh shall feast on your souls!" Yelling this warcry that made all the dark eldar flinch, Kaless leapt onto one of the jetbikes, kicking off the former rider and causing him to crash to the ground, then riding the thing, unable to control it, until it brought her to one of their gunships. She easily took out the three gunners and, pausing only for a moment to watch how the ship was steered, she gifted the fallen eldar with a shot from her pistol. Then she was guiding it towards another of their craft, causing the two to crash and leaping from the ship with seconds to spare. However, she was now a target, a whole squad of their warriors levelled their rifles at her from onboard their craft. She ducked, but still felt a number of shot clang from her power armour.
By then, though, enough damage had been done and enough demons were appearing that the dark eldar attack had been blunted. "No retreat, scum," Kaless cried, levelling her sonic blaster and damaging the engine of one of the craft, causing it to crash and the wyches onboard to leap out into her line of fire. She laughed, the kind of pain that only the Dark Prince can give coursing through her body as a poison splinter found a gap in her armour, but not enough to down her. Soon the real battle was underway.

Energy beams and disintegrator bolts cut through the chaos sorcerors. They stood defiently and indeferently, firing their dark magics in return, ignorant of the horrible casulties they were sustaining. A raider was struck by the dark magic, tossing its occupants over its rails, and screaming to the ground far below. Few of the sorcerors remained, but the daemons they have sent forth were proving to be little trouble, being easily cornered and outmanouvered by the Helions. Soon a mass of smoking remains and charred bodies were all that remained of the circle. The hold of the warp was waning now

Wychs lept deftl threw the ranks of the cultists. They moved with such grace and ease that the mon'keigh could barely follow them, they had met no one that could even stand against them....

Lynessas shouting only grew as 2 heralds of tzeentch on chariots came rushing out of the rift and they where heralding something grave. A bringer of change bursted out of the rift his screams where heard everywhere and his psychic power began being projected at the dark eldar.

The neural whip was darting from wych to wych, their ability to dodge useless when it came to a weapon this flexible, with only a single touch necessary. Still, they were tough opponents. Kaless had taken down three of the normal ones, but now their leader with an equally vicious-looking whip strode up to her, pistol extended. Kaless fired first, though only just, and forced the hekatrix to dodge, giving her just enough of an opportunity to dive forwards, barely dodging the agoniser, and lash her own whip out, barely catching the hekatrix' foot. Yet it was enough, the dark eldar's nerves overloaded, and she was unable to do anything for a split second. Kaless fired three bolts into the creature's head, each enough to kill easily. Then she was stabbed from behind.

The wound was barely anything, only just getting through her power armour and not getting any of her vital organs, yet it was enough to send her forwards, spinning round though without as much control as she would have liked. The wych leveled her pistol in an ironic replication of what Kaless had just done, only this time one of Slaanesh's demons decided to have its own attempt at irony, stabbing the wych in the back. Kaless' mind touched that of the demon through the mark they both carried, then Kaless was up again, mindful of the wound but knowing it would take more than that to defeat her.

The chaos servants had gone. Only the crew of the ship remained. Ethil looked onto the scarred surface of the planet. Fires burned across the landscape. Massive explosions tore the beautiful paradises into visions of hell. Such a shame.

RING! RING!

An alarm sounded. A bolt of light began hurtling towards the ship. As the crew screamed, the hull filled with towering infernos and shattered metal. The might of the ship was ripped in two, dropping to the planet below like a falling star, shining in the sky. As the segment of the ship came down on the surface , Ethil was tossed onto a sand dune below, the smooth grains cushioning his fall. The bulk of the ship crashed into the planet.

Daston walked in to the armoury. The Imperial manning the place almost fainted when an astartes walked in.
"Do you have a Bolter and a Plasma Gun?" growled Daston.
The Imperial hurried away, obviously scared. Two minutes later, the man returned carrying the most bizzare weapon Daston had ever seen. It looked like a Bolter, but it had the energy chamber of a Plasma Cannon, and it was about the size of a Bolt Pistol but longer slightly. The snivelling armourer explained that a Techmarine by the name of Rephosus sent blueprints from somewhere, and that only one was ever made. Daston thanked the man and turned to leave.
"Astartes or not, you need to pay for that unless you are from this planet's regiment!" barked the portly man. Daston turned back around and shot the man in the head with his old plasma pistol, flinching as the weapon detonated in his hand. Daston sighed. 12 years, and it detonated now. He threwthe remains of the weapon into the sludge that was the armourer's body and exited the room.

The sounds of battle hit him like a brick. He made his way towards them

He would charge the irritating Wyches now. Wth a great daemonic roar, Morgoth smashes into the closest, the eldar's frail form easily broken, numerous bones breaking with a sickening crunch. Spinning round, he easily impales a second Wych on his finely crafted sword, Vindictive, the weapon passing through the target's gut and out their back. A split second later, the wych knows no more, as she is split gut-to-head in a burst of gore. He turns just in time for one of the eldar to wrap one of their bladed whips around his arm. The weapon leaves little more than scratches. With his other hand, he pulls hard on the whip, the Wych momentarily falling off balence. A moment was all he needed. Before she could blink, her head was seperated from her shoulders in a sweep of his blade, her wide-eyed head rolling to the ground. The last leapt up onto his back, stabbing wildly at his neck with some kind of gauntletts. With one hand, he reaches up to grab the Wych by her face, the eldar struggling weakly as he crushes her skull with one hand. Shrugging off the limp corpse, he turns back to the numerous hellions and reavers moving through the air.

Too easy.

Graff clutched at his diseased head. The sound of a thousand flies were buzzing all about him as Ulgot spoke to his instrument.
"My children," he gurgled. "This land has seen the taint of Slaanesh upon this place. It must be swept away and replaced with the offspring from the Pox Garden. Summon me, and Father Nurgle will shower you and your disciples with love never-ending."
The buzzing flies dissipated as the Plague-Bearer gave one phlegm-coated chuckle. Graff knew what must be done.

Kaless was dealing with the wyches in an elegant way, while the commander was dealing with them in a... far less subtle way. Not that it mattered, so long as it worked. As they fought on, however, she heared a strange kind of buzzing, a bit like flies, though as soon as she started to concentrate it started to sound like...

...praises to nurgle! "Watch out! Nurgle demons!" her cry came just too late: A massive plague-infested demon pulled itself from the warp, and prepared to fight.

With the area clear, Ve'Carr let the rest of the battalion come in. Within minutes the men came raining down. 20 scouts, 50 marines, 10 terminators, 4 rhinos, 3 land raider redeemers, 2 Razorbacks, 2 Land Speeders, 1 vindicator, 1 Whirlwind, the dreadnought Fo'Cal, and the techmarine in charge. Together they would win this. Ve'Carr shouted out "Move to the Imperial settlement!" With that they took off, moving the quickest they could toward the city. Within an hour they reached the gates and entered the fortress. They were greeted with awe from the guardsmen stationed there. Their saviors had arrived.

"The warp spawn are too many, fall back." ordered Archon Vileth.

Salamanders, thats just what I need thought Daston. Using the jump pack, he jumped up on to a rooftop and stood there watching the Salamanders

The shouts and cries of the Traitor-guardsman reached a fever pitch, singing the praises of the Plague-Father. Soon enough, the sound of flies could be heard buzzing in the air. The buzzing grew louder, filling the air until the sound was thick enough to cut with a chainsword. At the center of the impromptu circle, thick mushrooms and exotic plants sprouted from the ground. Further still, the ground cracked and became parched and riven with rot. Those unlucky souls too close from the summoning fell to the ground, their bodies quickly bloating and festering with all sorts of insects and plants. Finally, the ground split apart, and a great cloud of sickness billowed forth. A gurgling laughter erupted from the great fissure in the earth. Two diseased hands supported the massive weight of Uglot, the Plague-Bearer to the surface. His supple, generous frame was covered with all manner of lesions, pimples, poxes, festering gashes spilling rotting innards. The constant buzzing of flies increased exponentially, as more flies gushed from the Daemon's mouth.
Raising his Plague-sword high into the air, he cried out in a low, guttural voice, "NURGLE'S HERALD HAS RETURNED AT LAST! LET THIS PLACE ROT AND WITHER, AND MAKE LIFE ANEW!"

Kas watched the whole affair from a tree near them, Dark Kin falling in scores until their retreat. He found that he approved of the Warp spawned bastards that had carried it out. He would find their commander he decided

"How lucky" Alphonsine said as it came into view just exactly what the Guardsmen were excited about. The guardsmen themselves already slightly towered over her, but to match the height of the Astartes the one of the twins would need to stand on the others shoulders pretty much. Lily though appeared distracted as they walked to greet their allies she scanned the skyline. It was clear she expected some sort of attack due to the large force being deployed. A guardsman ran up to Commander Howlett and muttered something, his teeth gritted.

"Greetings Astartes... Brother Captain I take it?" said Alphonsine upon looking at the armour. "Your presence here honours us, my lord. Not only as the Angels of Death, but the carriers of his purging flame. Welcome" as usual Lily's welcome seemed to be a touch better. The remaining battle sisters of their order had gathered behind, bowing to the Astartes as a sign of respect. Of course as it was a battlefield they were all armed, which did make it slightly harder for some of them to do so.

"Greetings, Sisters." said Ve'Carr. " Yes, Brother Captain it is." Ve'Carr looked into the sky as he expected some more things to land in the city. " We are proud to fight by your side and purge the enemies of the Emperor," said Ve'Carr as what he was expecting came into view. The Salamanders Storm Eagle followed by two Storm Talons. The Guardsmen cleared the area so the craft could land. They landed, the hatches opening. Out of the Storm Eagle came five more Terminators, the battalions apothacary and librarian. The people stared in awe, until asked to help unload equipment from the storm eagle, which they happily agreed. Ve'Carr greeted the marines walking out, turning to Commander Howlett, " Where is a building we can set up base camp?" Howlett answered, pointing to a large building with a vehicle bay and landing pad on the roof," there is your HQ, make yourself at home." " Thank you," said Ve'Carr, commanding his troops to move to the building.

The battle was won. The dark eldar were retreating now, dying in droves as they fell back from the slashing and tearing horde of the daemons. Only one more of his elite had been killed, the astartes had taken a blast pistol point blank to the face, a charred hole where his face had been. No matter, with the numerous daemonic reinforcements, the loss of a few astartes was next to nothing. Turning, he sees the former sister armed with a whip kill one of the last stragglers. She looked distracted. Turning again he sees a great, bloated form pull itself from the depths of the land itself. All around it, eldar and humans, both living and dead, wre covered over by a layer of mold and fungus as well as a great tide of insects. Walking over to the huge being, he barks out.

"Greater daemon of Nurgle, what is your buiseness here?"

Lynessa saw the daemon of nurgle erupt from the ground she stopped the ritual of enlarging the rift immediately and walked towards it. ''What is your business here foul beast? better leave before i have to banish you myself.''

"I am Alphonsine D'Corus, Canoness of the Ordo Divinus Ensis" said Alphonsine hastily after realising none of them had actually properly introduced themselves. It was not often the order was involved with Astartes so she was not quite used to giving such a formal introduction. "And I am Lily D'Corus, Palatine of the Ordo Divinus Ensis. Forgive my sister she liked to watch the artists create murals and maintain existing ones on our planet. No doubt she was simply lost admiring your armour " said Lily, Alphonsine was slightly taken aback at this. "No doubt you have to brief your troops for the upcoming battle and make preparations so we shall keep you no longer" she continued.

Lynessa decided she wouldn't bother with such trivial things, she took kaless by her arm and with a motherly voice began speaking. ''Come kaless you don't need to be bothered by this kind of stuff come my daughter.''

Ulgoth heard the two shouts towards him, and he looked down to see an Astartes and a human female in the robes of a sorceress. There was a slight pause after the Sorceress' challenge to send him back to the Warp. Suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed, the sound a booming, yet sickening sound for all to hear.
When he spoke, it was slow and purposeful, with a hint of concern, as a father would to his children. And all the while, the buzzing sound was ever-persistent.
"You are bold, little ones. Truly bold. Were your small band of followers to not give shelter to my disciples, I would kill you where you two stand. But that is not why I am here." He gestured to the far away Imperial Fortress. "Father Nurgle has been watching this planet and its inhabitants. He envisions something greater for it: a grand Garden of Decay and Death. I am but an emissary of this message of His Love for all creatures, and I wish to spread it to this system first and foremost. You are most welcome to join me and my own Little Ones." he pointed to his feet, where little Nurglings and Plague-Bearers crowded about him and embraced the necrotic, feastering folds. "But Father Nurgle understands if you have business of your own, and decide to stand in my way. He will simply make another offer to you at a later time..." After delivering this ill-concealed threat, he gurgled another chuckle. The miniature icons of the Plague-God began to chuckle and laugh with him.

Daston ducked as the Imperial pointed right at him. Then he realised he was talking about a landing pad behind him, so he turned. The thought of a Salamanders battle group here angered him greatly, as he could not stand those green-armoured idiots, always showing up late. So he went down from the roof through the door to the landing pad, finding himself in a base clearly designed for Astartes use.
I should try and sabotage this place the Blood Angel thought to himself. Walking around, he came across a room full of machinery. Not knowing what to do with it, he threw a krak grenade into the room. The bang was muffled by the hastily-shut door. Walking off and around a corner, three Salamander Tactical Marines leveled thier bolters at him.
"Who are you?" asked one of them. Daston didn't answer, but unsheathed one of his power swords and raised his pistol. The three marines clicked thier safeties off.
"I said who are you?" shouted the marine. This time, Daston answered the man by firing the plasma-bolter. Two rounds ripped from the barrel, leaving blue trails streaking across the room. The bullets slammed into his chest, spraying blood and guts all over the room. The marine crumpled to the floor, his chest a torn and charred mess. Before the other two Marines could react, another of the rounds had splattered one of thier heads on the wall. Daston fired the jump pack, sending him flying forward in a shoulder barge that covered the whole twenty feet seperating the two Astartes. He hit the Salamander like a bullet, the swing of his sword following the impact of his shoulder plate. Daston left the marine gasping for his life with his upper body split upwards almost from hip to opposite shoulder, and walked back to the roof like nothing had happened. He then jumped to the next building with aid from his jump pack, and continued on untill he was outside the fortress.

There he would wait until he calmed down.

The wreckage of the ship burned in the distance. Ethil was in pain, but he was still able to stand and walk. He heaved his body up from the dune, and began to walk.
"Is there anybody here?"

Lynessa's calming words were enough to stop the herald of nurgle from getting pulverised by close-range sonic fire, but little more. Kaless was still one of the warriors that had the foul demon firmly within their sights, ready to unleash enough firepower to at least injure the powerful monstrosity. "Why should this thing remain here? Why can we not simply banish it back to the warp now? It shouldn't be here!"
However, as she spoke, one of the demonettes stepped forwards, and said "it iss the dark prinssse' wishhh that thesse demonsss of the plaguefather join our ssside. A deal hass been made, and ssshall be upheld."
The circle of emperor's children and Kaless all lowered their sonic blasters at this, but were still suspicious of the creature. They moved off without letting it out of their sight, Kaless following after Lynessa.

Kas walked to the area with the great foul beast. He heard the things speech and all the little ones laugh in unison. This put him in a genuinely good mood and he walked into the open. A cultist ran up shouting something about him being another Eldar and Kas put a knife through his face with a casual flick of his wrist.
"No actually, I'm an Exodite, those were Dark Kin." Kas said and walked towards the giant. Every eye and gun were trained on him.
"Hello great one, I'm Kas, I wish to help serve you." Kas said and bowed slightly.

''Come come kaless you don't need to waste your energy on such a thing just go rest and eat something your training will begin soon loved one.'' lynessa said with a soft voice, She felt that the hole gareva left was actually being filled the hole that had been leaking out her very essence for 10 years was being filled by her she would never leave her.

"So where do we attack next? Should we not be attacking the imperial headquarters now? If we don't, we'll simply be attacked by them."

''No my love first you train come to the training yards and bring those whips too you where slightly clumsy in combat with them.''

'The Reaper of men' watched from the trees as different prey went past from the tinned food to the fresh stuff. After days of waiting the beast left the jungles to seek a better hunting ground, he left to had to a hive city this would be the best hunting ground and his scales would blend with the surrounding area. After a day of searching 'The Reaper of men' mad it to a mighty hive, it creped past the forces guarding the wall but every couple it would kill and wrap in a cocoon, the body count rose as the beast descended into the streets below.

No Dark eldar remained, all had been slain or had retreated. Except those captured. As the only ground forces deloyed had been the irritating Wyches, they made up the vast majority of the survivors. All captured were kept in three, small and disrepaired buildings, long abandoned by the previous occupants. There was no fear of escape as each building was kept under heavily armed watch by astartes and large amounts of cultists. They would be delt with later, he had important buiseness at the moment.

Hearing a noise, Ve'Carr ran upstairs, finding three of his marines on the floor with one gasping for life, he asked " Who did this?" With his final breath the marine croaked, " A Blood Angel..." The light of his helmet went out as the marine died. Ve'Carr knelt beside him in silence. He ordered two marines to fix the machinary, and ordered the Guardsman to find the Traitor. The pilot of the stormeagle flew back up to get the three marines who had just finished their switch to Astartes, but had no armor, now they had some. The techmarine got to work repairing the armor. The Salamanders went silent. Ve'Carr walked to the Sisters, asking Alphonsine if she would help the Guardsman hunt for the Traitor.

She always loated these stinking worlds populated by the lesser races, their cities where notting short of horrid. Althou it was these places that offered the best sport...and harvest.

She stood silent for a moment before turning to her followers.
"Begin to survey this place, I do not wish to spend more time here than requierd. " with these words She had begn her move, now they would wait and watch their prey

Lynessa released one of the wyches at Kaless as a first stage of the training. Kaless dodged a shot from the eldar's pistol, then brought her body back up putting all her strength into it, catapulting herself into the wych pistol first, unleashing two shots that between tore the wych's arm off. Then she finished the creature with a bolt in the head, clean through the temples.
Lynessa was impressed, but obviously thought there was more that could be done.

Lynessa walking up to her. ''Good good my love very well done but i wonder how you fight without a pistol?'' Lynessa said as she pulled the bolt pistol out of her hands and kicked another wych towards kaless.

Kaless threw her sonic blaster to the ground. Something told her that wasn't what Lynessa wanted, and she didn't want to waste sacrifices to the Dark Prince. Instead, she let the wych dive in with a punch dagger whipping in, letting it deflect off her armour before whipping her neural whip around the eldar's neck and pulling it tight. The mixture of utter pain and lack of oxygen would have caused any normal human to die, but the eldar's strong will simply caused her to faint. Kaless dispatched of the wych with a simple but powerful twist of her neck.
She looked back up at Lynessa expectantly. "Was that what you wanted?"

''Ah my love exactly that motion that power thats exactly what you need, I will teach you to harness the warp using your whip my love.'' Lynessa said as she proudly hugged kaless. ''She has potential.'' She thought to herself.

The relative ease of the attack on the warp tainted brutes would of annihilated them, if not for the interference of their god allies. Despite the relatively few casualties, his Kabal returned stronger than before, having faced She Who Thirsts and returned He sat on his Iron throne, staring blankly at his court, dancers and wychs engaged in vicous orgys, upon which he fed his indomitable hunger. He will return to that doomed planet, and he will bring them to their knees, but for now he must wait. Their Daemon kin cannot linger on that world for long. And once they are weakened, he shall return to their realm.

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Ethil had been wandering for many hours. He could just give up here and die. He had no water; the desert was empty. Then he fell.

The sand dune beneath Elith had gaped open, swallowing him whole. He plummeted over 100 meters to the water springs beneath, diving in unharmed. He pulled his body out and cupped his hands in the springs.

Kaless was being taught the basics of psychic powers. She would not be doing much of it herself, but using her whip to focus the power of her dark god. She focussed her mind on the end of her whip, and cracked it at the captured wyches. They stumbled where she wanted them to go, their bound hands causing some to fall over, but showing that she was starting to understand how the power worked.

Unholy flames rose from the ground next to Morgoth a Slaanesh warrior. In the centre of the flames stud a figure, the flames began to die the figure become clear.....it was Gareva he turned to Morgoth and smiled showing his razor-sharp teeth.
"Ahhhh Morgoth the warp echoes with your name!" Gareva says bowing his head.
"The princes of pleasure sends me to help!" Gareva says lifting his head, his tongue slivering from under his hood.
"I smell something in the air! Something I've smelt before!" Gareva said turning away from his fellow Slannesh Warrior and walking towards the strange scent. After 15 minutes of walking he found it, standing there was Lynessa. Gareva felt a mixture of anger and love, he walked up to her, she turned and before she could rush to embrace him he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against a wall.
"Hello my love! So....YOU LEFT ME TO DIE ON THAT WORLD ALONE AND IN PAIN! WHY?!"His grip tightened, and his tongue slivered up her leg. Then he released his grip
"I still love you but the only question is....Why did you leave me to die?" Gareva asked.

I didn't know what happened to you my love! I searched for you these 10 years i searched the whole sub-sector but i never found you, even the oracle who i visited didn't know about you. I presumed you dead i felt alone an endless hole of emptiness, but now you have returned! My love.'' Even under the strain gareva put on her she didn't care, her only love in this universe had returned the happiness that lasted so shortly finally was back!

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"Chaos, huh? I've fought them before. Buggers."

Atris Sameil'a was sat in the hangar of the imperial base. She was talking with the local regiment; born on the forge world of Alustdor, she wasn't used to their customs. She was steely and cold. As the squadrons of casualties poured in, she went to the mess hall. Pulling out a bottle of strange liquid, she took a large gulp.

Gareva looked at the training ground and saw different forces fighting. Suddenly a great pain entered Gareva's mind, images of his former warriors laying dead, himself lying on the cold ground and Lynessa entering a ship leaving the world. Gareva lifted his head and looked back at the forces.
"Hm they actually might make good warriors! Who is the best?" Gareva asked Lynessa

''Oh my love that is kaless i have taken her as my own apprentice she is a very nice girl a slaaneshi one to, she used to be a sister of battle.''

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....

''We accept, but i will make sure a contract is made sealed by blood or otherwise i will rip of those fancy wings!''

"Fine then."

The ground rumbles and cracks, flames of green and white spurt up from the cracked earth as Syrath cackles and something forms out of the flames, a parchment of paper and two small imp daemons. One carrying a pair of feathers, and a knife. Syrath takes the knife and grabs the hands of the two, he slices a slit in the palms of each hands before dipping the feathers in them, he finally draws a cut along his own chest, allowing his multicoulred blood to mix with the two Chaos servants own;

"Sign here."

''Oh but i haven't read your contract yet you may be a daemon but that doesn't mean i will just do what you say.''

Gareva glared at the daemon and signed it.
"You try and trick us I'll kill you myself!" He said as he turned and walked away. He headed over to speak to Lynessa's apprentice.

Kaless say Gareva walking towards her. She had been watching the bargaining, and it seemed that they had now reached an agreement. "What's happening with the deal?"

"We mortals, pledge our loyalty to thy [i]'Syrath the Immortal', and willing allow our selves to serve under his schemes, he will never lay harm to you and those that thy love unless thy harm the Immortal. Syrath will gift you with your greatest wishes, as long as thy signers obey the command of Syrath, unless it effects those you have concern over. If you wish to make wishes to Syrath, please state them before signing the contract. Betrayal of Syrath will end in the sapping of your minds and souls and eternal torture in his realm, you are also given the command of mutations and magikal powers if he wishes it upon you."[/i]

Signature(ers)_

''Sure ill sign it and i bet that if you are so powerful you can read my wishes from my mind.'' Lynessa said and signed the flaming parchment.

(OOC) Ok, I'm guessing everyone has signed?

All of the signers drop to their knees, a burning sensation is felt as a symbol of Syrath's twin skulls forms in the flesh of each of the arms of the signers, they rise as Syrath's blood flows through them, a magikal and dark sensation blighting their souls....

Kaless was in an agony nearly as bad as she had felt when the Dark Prince had marked her as his own, and that was supposedly the most powerful sensation the entire galaxy had to offer. She felt a change coming over her, her soul being warped in an entirely new and...better...way.

"I gift thy all with their wishes, as I promised."

Kaless sprouted mighty pinions, feathered and tipped by black talons, and dotted by strings of silver and gold as well as jars of liquids and gems......

''Oh but as i said before if you really are oh so great you should be able to read my wish from my mind'' (OOC:i want wings more magic power and the ability to make kaless my real daughter)

Vindictive and Bloodbolt in hand, Morgoth again exits the large command tent, a baleful look on his face as he heads towards the cause of the disturbance. Taking a corner, he reaches the training grounds, just in time to see a hulking dragon-like being with a flaming parchment, the former sister sprouting great black wings. Firing a couple bolts into the air, he raises his masterfuly-crafted sword towards the daemon.

"Oi, daemon, what the feth do you want here? This is the second time I have been disturbed today, so speak quickly, before I cut out your damn eyes out."

The flame eyed Daemon laughed deeply, turning to face another new comer as the Daemons magik takes effect on the other signature signers, wings sprout and blood changes in one while Syrath lowers his heads to face Morgoth, his green and blue flaming eyes staring down on the man with joy;

"I was simply making new acquiescence with these three lovely ladies and gentleman, so who might you be my friend with a colorful vocabulary?"

Ve'Carr reaches Sister Alphonsine and Commander Howlett, " Yes this is about what happened earlier. There is a lone Blood Angel traitor, that needs hunted down. I would do it myself, but I have an upcoming battle with Chaos, and my men need to be ready. Can you send a group of Guard out, and Sister, can you occompany them?" Ve'Carr stood there waiting for an answer.

"I, Daemon, am the great Lord Morgoth, Supreme commander of the chaos forces assaulting this planet, and leader of the Anarchy's children warband. You are nothing compared to me, Devil. Now who are you and why are you granting gifts to my advisor and two of my best soldiers? Bear in mind, if you so much as try and attack me, every cultist, astartes and daemon in the area be on you like that.."

Shouts Morgoth as he steps closer, crackling blade still raised, and face contorted into a fanged, daemonic visage.

"Quite a commander you are, Morgorth, I am Syrath Saint of Chaos and the thrice cursed seeking new allies and servants. These three accepted my gifts and signed a contract, binding themselves to me for all eternity, and while these three are truly great you Morgroth, are one of the greatest Chaos Lords and commanders I have encountered. If you wish, I could grant you limitless power of change, the warp, Plague, weaponry and all that you wish but all I seek in return is assistance. You'd be no slave, and I could neither betray or harm you, and you the same, we'd simply benefit each other when it best suited us."

Morgoth stands there for a moment, contemplating the deal layed before him by the 'Syrath' creature. A moment later, he speaks.

"That sounds...reasonable, Syrath. You shall have my assistance and that of my forces, consider it a deal."

He says, lowering Vindictive to his side. Turning back to his tent, he chuckles slightly, and jesturing backwards, a dozen or so blastmaster-armed noise marines, all bedecked in purple and black armour, rise up from their hidden positions to return to their guard duty around the camp.

"Excellent, I must now meditate on some current affairs, an old ally in the warp has been trying to contact me for some times, and you seem like quite the commander."

Syrath sits cross legged on a burning star of chaos, he pressed his hands together and cackled joyfully as a ring of green and blue fire surrounds him and eight pillars of multi-coloured light surround him as he meditates....

Lynessa walked up to gareva and hugged him. ''I missed you darling please never leave me again.''

"Of course Captain. I'll keep the rest of the sisters posted around the base on patrol, but I'll personally go with these guardsmen. We'll join you once we deal with this issue" replied Alphonsine. Lily slightly smiled she knew what Alphonsine was really thinking about it; she'd get to hit stuff instead of standing around. "I shall accompany you sister" added Lily. "As usual, just don't get in the way". The twins walked off to gather the remainder of their squad and their guardsmen escort. "Time for a witch hunt" said Alphonsine, Lily sighed.

The Succubus lay curled up in the corner of the room, completely still. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes bolt open, tears running down her face.

"ELDAR WENCH."

He bellowed, laughing at her terrified reaction. With a grin, he took his place back in his throne, his mind drifting back to the battle.
The initial assault had had mixed results. In some areas the forces of chaos had overwhelmed imperial forces, and in others had been completly repeled. But what mattered now was that they had large amounts of troops on the planet's surface, and access to daemonic reinforcements. How they would mount a second offensive, striking the imperials from all sides, and if all went to plan, the loyalist dogs would be overwhelmed. The word had been sent out to all recieving chaos forces, the secondary assault would begin in two days.

And then the loyalists would know true terror.

Gareva hugged Lynessa but inside he felt a great pain, like something was clawing to get out, In his mind something was talking to him whisper in his mind. Gareva suddenly knew what it was, Slaanesh made him a host for a Keeper of secrets Gareva pushed Lynessa back.
"RUN! GET AWAY!" He yelled his voice deepened as the Daemon was trying to take control. Gareva felt it claw at his mind whispering that it could give him ultimate power, but he knew what it would do, he fought it collapsing to the floor using all his will power to stop it from taking control. Lynessa rushed to him as he knelt on the floor but Gareva pushed her back for her safety. After 10 minutes of pain it stopped then Gareva heard a whisper.

You win this time Slave! the voice said echoing in his mind.

"Ohhh... That soothes it..."

Atris was huddled in her new room. Certainly better than back on Alustdor. Various empty bottles were stacked around the room. She was crying over a picture frame, it's glass coated in tears.

"Feth you Chaos. First you steal my body, then you steal him."

Her eyes flooded with more tears. Her breathing was heavy. Her mind was clouded by angry thoughts and intoxicating drugs.

"FETH YOU, CHAOS!"

She hurled the frame across the room, shattering into shards against the wall.

Syrath hung over Garvera, his arched body covering the small being in shadow as each head lowered and flanked the Slannesh Servant, one chuckling darkly and the other with a grim look on it's face, a black cackl exited both maws as the beast came face to face with Garvera;

"So, my newest ally has become a host for a Daemon, we'll see... about that!"

Nightime had come, on this part of the planet at least. The nights here were uncomfortable, at daytime here, it was boiling, and at night it was freezing cold. Today's killcount, 21 guardmen, 3 astartes and 33 cultists, mix of Tzeentchen and Slaaneshi. He had no home here, as he was sleepless and could sustain himself indefinatly, without food and he needed next to no equipment but his flak vest, old guard uniform and axe. The daemon inside him was temporarily relinquishing control now, the flames on his back dying down as his features twisted back to their natural form. The daemon could not exert its full power in cold temperatures, why, he knew not. It was chaos, it needed no reason.

Idily tossing axe from hand to hand and walking slowly, he starts whistling.

''Please daemon undivided please save gareva from the greater daemon i am your servant like you asked bu now you must do things for me!''

"Fine, but I must extend my own essence to save him, fuss, making him 'part' of me you might say. A process that would leave him bound to me by both blood and 'soul', fuss he'd become part of me and so on. So, Gareva, will you make the choice to become part with me? Or be ripped apart in a colorful explosion of blood and energy?"

Atris was huddled over on her bed. Her hands were clenched about the picture. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The door was kicked down suddenly, making Atris jolt upwards.

"Atris Sameil'a, you are charged with the murder of several of your officers on Alustdor. Choose now; fight in the Penal Legions, or die on your knees here."

It seemed the rest of the Chaos forces were, as the Orks would put it, mucking about. The commander of these forces were making various deals with other daemons and trying to marshall the other characters.
"Very well, then," Ulgot rumbled. "If the servants of the Young God will not attack the Imperials, then Nurgle's will go ahead."
With that, the Great Unclean One slowly lumbered towards the Imperial fortress some distance away, with the smaller minions advancing forwards, gibbering and chattering. Meanwhile, the ground beneath their feet turned to a green, soup-like swamp, the decay of the land acting as a vanguard for the approaching army.

From a windswept cliff edge, Archon Vileth watched brightly painted reavers duel with iron-fanged Helions over the fathoms deep chasm below them. The angry swarm moved back and forth in angry motion, the incredible agility of the Helions matched by the weight and acceleration of the Reavers. The skills been displayed were nothing short of breathtaking, expert riders flipping and whirling their machines at spine shattering speed. These were the legendary riders of the Iron Thorn kabal, born from gangs that have been torn apart and rebuilt and torn down again. Like a phoenix they have risen again, from the ashes thousands of times over. Their loyalty was invaluable, and skill unmatched.

Vileth turned and returned to his palace-fortress. He stepped into a vast ampethetere, decorated with a galaxy of flaming lanterns, each the size of bonfires. He was like an insect, compared to the vastness of his palace. Mighty tapestries hung from either side of his throne displaying the many mighty victories of his Kabal over the lesser races of the galaxy.

"My Archon, your Kabal stands ready. We await your word." rumbled Yngarl from his side.

Vileth lightly nodded his head, and walked proudly to his awaiting ravager. His Haemonculli had recently implanted mighty eagle like wings, re-arranging his musculature structure relatively easily and quickly, and implanting hundreds of years of experience and expertise into his memories. He would have his revenge on those brutish apes. Arcane weaponry designed for the soul purpose of banishing warp spawn has been brought up from the vasy crypts below, powerful enough to suspend even a titan construct indefinably.

He would have his revenge.

A ball of fire burst into reality, in the center of the Chaos Camp, a symbol of Khorne was burnt into the ground as a group of twelve Bloodletters were spawned, clad in black and brass armour, each beast bore a scaly thick red hide and a leering satanic face. With flaming red eyes, the Bloodletters of Khorne formed two ranks as they bore their weapons and shields before a leering Syrath who smiled as the hulking leader of the Bloodletters left the ranks and bowed before it's master. Blood Reaper, Champion of Khorne, and supreme servant of the Saint of Chaos. He closed his flaming eyes as he spoke in a voice spiked with venom and hate;

"My lord, it has been too long, we searched for many moons in hopes of finding you, and since that fateful night, many of our number have fallen, but we remain eternally loyal to your holiness my saint and master, what is thy command great Syrath?"

Syrath's leering face both smiled as gestured for Reaper to rise, the Daemon of Khorne still keeping a semi bowing stance as he faced the Greater Daemon;

"Kill, Butcher, and Slaughter. Your same three goals which you pledged to do when we first met, my dear Reaper, slayer of kings."

"I shall die fighting for my Emperor. I killed them to save platoons of men."

Atris was shackled and marched to the Penal Asylum. Her clothes were stripped. Bottles were taken away from her. The custodians tore away every possession of hers, including her picture. She was kicked into her cell.

"Now this I'm more used to."

Kaless flicked her wings, and was amazed that she was swept from her feet, landing face first in the dirt. I'll learn, I suppose, she thought as she picked herself up again. Then she tried out the other power she had found: The ability to craft holograms with her mind, in a similar way to how she used her mind with her whip. Combining the two, she hid her wings, walked forwards, then in a blur spread her wings and changed her features slightly to look far more demonic. Yes, that could work, she thought. Then she was back at work on trying to fly.

The Bloodletters set to work, in nearby refugee camps, the blood thirsty Daemons tore apart the innocents of the Imperium as they coward under the leering Daemons while their dark master watched from over head, unleashing bolts of energy to seal the petty mortals in the chamber, and like rats they where trapped as the Bloodletters took their toll on the populace of the world. Barking orders, Blood Reaper watched as the armoured Daemons dragged the corpses to a newly dug pit and threw the bodies in as Syrath set the flesh alight while the Khornate Daemons chanted words of murder and slaughter....

Gareva stud up to see Lynessa's apprentice flying, he looked over and saw Lynessa weeping with her back to him.
"Why do you weep?" Gareva said walking up to Lynessa, she turn and embraced him. Gareva lifted his head and saw the Daemon talking to Khorne's slaves, Gareva let go of Lynessa and his Lash shot from his arm and wrapped around the Leader of the Khorne Daemons throat and dragged him to his face.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SCUM?!" Gareva growled.

Blood Reaper kicked the boy back and waved his blade in a deadly weave of defensive strikes, going into a direct strike which knocked Gareva back as Blood Reaper raised his shield and bared his black teeth and roared, Syrath dropped down between the two and snarled, each head facing both figures;

"You fight like children, Gareva, this is my most loyal of servants, Blood Reaper, and Reaper, this is Gavera a new ally. So stop your pitiful fighting, Reaper return to your duties and Gavera, do not attack my servants!"

Daston was standing with his plasma-bolter pointing at two Battle Sisters, surrounded by bits of Guardsmen and a lot of blood. The Battle Sisters had dropped their weapons and where attempting to reason with the Blood Angel, but to no avail. The Black Rage was rampaging through his mind, ravaging all his senses and his judgement. Daston had shot the Guardsmen that had not been foolish enough to attempt to melee him with chainswords. Only three of them were still alive, and unfortunately they all had Meltaguns. The Sisters were talking to Daston, frantically trying to calm the Blood Angel before he killed them. It had worked, for the moment, and Daston was arguing with them at this particular moment.
“You are a traitor, Angel!” screamed one of them.
“What do you know, Sororita! I have been fighting the Emperor’s enemies since before the turning of the century!” roared Daston.
The other Sister bristled and loosed two bolt shells at the Blood Angel, both of them pinging harmlessly off his Power Armour. Enraged, Daston fired full auto across the clearing, the first Sister diving to the side but the second got caught in the hail of rounds along with the Meltagunners, her head exploding like a frag grenade, but with more blood.
“Lily!” screamed the first Sister. She swung out from her hiding place as soon as Daston’s clip was empty. She squared up on Daston’s helmetless head. She didn’t need to pull the trigger.

A green Power Sword had been driven through the Blood Angel, causing him to spit blood and drop his Bolter. His breathing to become short and ragged. The unmistakable sound of a Plasma gun energising came from behind him, and Daston knew he was doomed. He cursed himself for taking his Jump Pack off, he could have escaped easily with that on. Then a massive cloud of blood and explosive energy erupted from the Blood Angel’s chest, extinguishing his life.

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Caldrek pulled his blade from the remains of the marine and let it fall forward, landing among the contents of it’s chest. The Battle Sister turned and fled, running as fast as she could. Caldrek withdrew the blade into the pistol, and then holstered the pistol. Another Necron walked up and picked up the fallen Plasma-Bolter, of his own design.
“We just gonna let her get away?” asked Rephosus, rifling through the marine’s ammo and looting it all.
“No point in killing her really, is there?” replied Caldrek. “After all, we are here to scout the area and see if we can find the entrance to the Tomb beneath.” He picked up the marine’s Power Swords, handing one to Rephosus. Then they moved on, Gravity Packs humming slightly as they took to the skies and two of the the three Triarch Praetorians that had accompanied them closed back in around them as they went, the third beeing shot down.

''Alright everyone i am done with that stupid arguing of you!'' Lynessa screamed as she easily formed a chain to pull gareva back. (he likes it because he is slaaneshi remember sensation is still pleasure) ''Now all of you follow your master or ill whip you to fething death!''

Ve'Carr watched his men train, occasionally jumping in, to see how they fare against their commander. Non could beat him. But one thing that he wanted was more men, they were good, but not enough men to fight the forces of chaos. That is why he sent for more men. Later that night, more men would come. more vehicles, and more skill. The Chaos forces would be crushed by the power of the Imperium. They thought they could betray the Emperor and get away with it. The sound of gunfire in the distance let him know the traitor was dead.

The Bloodletters pulled back, forming into ranks as Syrath sent them back to their deluded slaughter, before floating over to Lynesssa and landing before moving his heads down do he was face to face with her and smiled;

"I think I've found my second in command."

''My lord that is a gift to great but i will accept it but my chosen still need to be marked by your power'' Lynessa said as her four chosen appeared they all bowed down ready to receive their mark.

Each Chosen convulsed and wretched as burning green energy was emitted from their eye sockets and joints, before staring still and bowing before both Syrath and Lynessa, while the daemon cackled....

Alphonsine had ran to take cover, they would have to leave their fallen sister for now. She ducked out from around the corner and fired her plasma pistol three times.She was pissed and clearly the Emperor was guiding her through this. Two blasts hit one of the Necrons in the shoulder, the third hitting the power source on the heretic's weapon causing it to detonate. The second flew off.

Alphonsine walked up to the fallen Necron and fired until there was nothing left then kept firing. She turned to her fallen sister her fist clenched. "Take her... and him..." she said solemnly. Two of her accompanying celestians picked up the fallen sister and the remaining guardsmen began moving the traitor. The group moved for the camp, they had both good news but more bad news.

It was a stench that emptied a populace's stomach contents time and time again. It was a sight that stole a man's heart and utterly crushed it. From beyond the heavy walls of the fortress, a green miasmic cloud trudged forward. At the forefront of this hazy fog were the marching daemons of the Plague God, their misshapen and bloated forms disgusting to behold. They sang songs of death and decay, of the love that Nurgle provided for them all, and the promise of that love to be given freely to all members of this side of reality. The constant buzz of flies accompanied their music-making, growing ever louder until men with weaker wills were slowly driven mad. But the worst ever was the gargantuan Greater Daemon who led this merry-making band. Ulgot towered over them all, ever-grinning with blackened gums and worn-down teeth. If there was any hope of driving away the newly arrived warband from the Maelstrom, that hope had diminished to dust with the arrival of Nurgle's forces.

"Leave me."

Muttered Morgoth to the two elite astartes guard at his door, a humming blastmaster in each's hands. With a slight nod, the two power armoured forms leave the tent, the only things inside him and the Wych in the corner. Moving to the middle of the room, Morgoth sits down crosslegged, the room illuminated in a strange, dim blue light. After servral minutes of silence, the light grew in brightness, the bright light washing though the tent. His eyes were cloudy white and unfocussed now, his vision fixed on the glowing orb a metre or so in front of him. The thing glowed with ethereal light, strange, almost inadudible whisperings coming from it's swirling depths.

Kaless was up against another of the wyches again. There weren't many left, so she'd been trying not to kill them when she beat them in combat. Spreading her wings, she flew as close to straight up as she could, then tried to hover, firing her sonic blaster that had been set on its lowest setting: Only She Who Thirsts would think to add a torture setting to her weapons. The shot was off target by only a few inches, yet that was plenty for a wych trying to dodge. The wych fired its splinter pistol in return, forcing Kaless to draw her wings in to avoid being hit, sending her nearly crashing to the ground before she could recover. This winged fighting was being difficult to learn.
Ok then, that needs a bit more practice, but let's try my other new trick. She landed, still a little more joltily than she would have liked, then let the wych come closer. Just as the wych was within striking distance, she unleashed a chain with her mind that wrapped itself around the wych, binding her arms and legs. Then she flicked her neural whip and knocked out the wych, before withdrawing the chains and throwing the wych back into the cell. Then she rose once again, determined to use her wings as a stable firing platform.

They arrived with the body of their fallen Sister and the traitor. Alphonsine simply walked out the front gate.

She only said one thing on the way past. "Ve'Carr, as a Salamander I know you'll have those on your ship... As much as it pains me to say, we'll probably need them... Ready or not we need to strike now. Prepare the Exterminatus so that even if we fall in this fight the Emperor's holy flame shall burn this taint from this world. I leave my Sisters in your command...".

Lynessa looked at kaless training with the wych, she felt she had to train a little too and ordered 3 wyches to be brought to her. When they arrived she walked towards them bare armed in normal robes she began speaking. ''I will give you an offer, if you manage to kill me you will gain your freedom but if i kill you your souls will be fed to the twin headed dragon!'' All three of them took combat positions and began rushing towards her. She stood still when the first one prepared to strike, lynessa unleashed warp fire around the wyches body she fell down burning and crying until nothing of her was left. The second wych tried to outsmart her and tried to stab her in the back but just when she wanted to strike lynessa dissapeared only to reappear again behind the wych, she simply kicked her down and with nothing more then a finger unleashed doombolts towards the wych. The black energy consumed her and lynessa could feel the wychs soul go towards the dragon. The last wych had some kind of spiked whip and tried to strangle lynessa with it but she never hit mark. Every time she struck lynessa disappeared only to reappear again. The wych was getting desperate now and rushed towards her, she formed a chain in her mind and the wych fell on the ground the chains of torment materializing, lynessa walked up to the wych and with a whisper said. ''I will spare you for my love so he can feast on your soul!''

Syrath watched as Blood Reaper and his Bloodletter cohorts dragged more bodies to the burning pit, screaming praise to Khorne before lobbing the bloody limp objects into the fire, Syarth sneered as bolts of lightning and energy tore reality apart above the pit, four large, arched pillars of burnt bone formed as the Warp and Reality mixed. Finally it happened, a streak and cascade of thunder revealed a group of Horrors of Tzeentch, their bodies a twisted mockery of reason, and as they stumbled, cackling and laughing from the rift in Reality, warp fire spouted up and a gust of Warp energy set the surrounding area alight while Syrath watched with devious joy. He would leave this world as a broken and ash filled hell hole.

Gareva felt the twin headed beast give him his power, that was the deal. Gareva fell to the floor he felt power flow through him, suddenly his mind began to see people sleeping the imperial forces resting, it seems that the power Dimensional Instability this would be fun but he also grow a pair of wings that he could tuck under if skin.
"Ahh this will be fun!" Gareva said walking towards the Slaanesh camp.

"I think this ones alive, sir"
"Is she one of them or one of us?"
I'm not sure sir, buts she's stirring. I guess we're about to find out."
I come to, four, no two figures stand before me. I can't make them out clearly as their images splits into four then six copies of themselves. Their features contort and twist into something barely recognisable as human. Then theirs that infernal ringing! I'm backing away now trying to escape this horror, this nightmare.
"Easy, easy." A hand reaches towards me, it mutates into two, as it stretches towards my shoulder. I shrink away, retreating further away from the daemons.
"Stay away from me, choas scum!" I spit at them as I work myself into a ball.
"Woah! We're Imperials" I come out slowly, the figures before me have now melted into two easily identible shapes, clearly human, clearly Imperial. An officer and a sergeant. There was other shapes around me to bodies wearing the same uniform as I am, the black flack vest and grey fatigues, thiers also the wreckage of a valkyrie imbedded in a building directrely above me. "You have a name?" The manstanding before me asks.
"Sergeant Calamity Cyrine. 301st Tracryn 40232188" I say with almost automan quality, its been drilled into me that well.
"Tracryn, I didn't know they were here" The officer replies "Well it seems what was of your unit has been decimated, so you may as well come with us, seargent" I follow, but I stumble and cry out as I put pressure on my left leg, as the world seems to go black. The sergeant moves to assist me just as I slip under unconsicionous once more.

He had been walking for more hours now, well at least it seemed like that. 7 more guard dead, 9 more cultists and one more chaos astartes. Too easy. These humans had exeptionly bad night vision, and the marine had never heard him coming. In this part of the word it was pitch black, the dead of night. Ah, more guard. They had set up a couple of tents and some lights, three stood on watch. This would be easy. With a great daemonic roar he charges, closing in unnaturaly fast with the first man. Before he can react, his head is sent flying in a burst of blood with a casual backhand. This would be very easy.

"Alphonsine wait...." but she never turned around. Ve'Carr looked down the street to see more of his men landing. He thought to himself that he could stop this, but the Sisters words burned in his mind. He contacted the ship, "Prepare for Exterminatus, if I give the order you blow the planet sky high. If your ship is destroyed, make sure you drop the bombs with the ships dying breath." Ve'Carr got off the channel, his men running into the barracks. The vehicles going to the bay. Ve'Carr punched a hole in a wall. But then he smelled it, the stench, and could hear the flies. Nurgle. Without moving Ve'Carr shouted, "Prepare for battle Imperials."

After walking for a while she could see the front lines, guardsmen hiding in trenches and taking shots at cultists doing the same. She climbed up over the trench wall and ran right at the enemy. Shots from the cultist's weapons bounced harmlessly off of her armour before she jumped down into their trench. Running along she cut down cultist after cultist surrounded by a faint golden glow. The Rose's Thorn glew bright turquoise as the divine power of the Emperor surged through it.; effortlessly cutting through everything that stood in her path. A Leman Russ rolled slowly over the trenches heading for the guardsmen's lines. She ducked into the trench and waited for it to pass before standing back up and firing into its engines at the rear. At first it glew blue from the plasma, but soon it changed to a faint orange and a dull roar as its engines detonated.

She climbed out of the trench and continued to walk in the same direction.

Kaless was finally preparing for combat. She had trained much in the past day, and was more than ready to join the attack. Adding the power of the Dark Prince to her whip, and putting her sonic blaster to full power, she stretched her wings before hiding them with simple psychic power. This would be fun when she finally found the Sisters of Battle here for her.

Syrath's twin heads sneered at the sight of his marching troops, the beat of drums and sound of war horns echoing through his ears as his hosts once again railed to war. He watched as Blood Reaper raised a flaming banner, Syrath's twin skull symbol borne on the surface of the fluttering black parchment and several helms and skulls from defeated enemy leaders and champions, cracked and rusted. He chuckled as he turned away from his hosts as they marched towards their nearest target, Syrath materialised his staff and bore it aloft in the air and sent a crackling wave of energy and sparks into the air, a message to his allies to met with him as he prepared another ritual....

(Meaning you p_gray99, Templar and Admiral.)

Lynessa teleported towards kaless before she ever noticed lynessa grabbed her and teleported towards her tent, with a motherly voice she began speaking. ''Love are you alright? did the daemon hurt you? Ofcourse not your a big girl, but still prepare yourself you still need some experience when on the field my love i will be watching you very closely.'' Lynessa said as she disappeared again only to reappear next to the dragon

"Ah, the first to arrive, my loyal Lynessa, first in the line of many to not fail my expectations on first sight and in fact impress me with your skills at handling the troops. I'm sure your happy with our 'deal', and are ready to fulfill other parts of out bargain, though I remind you that love....ergh....should not cloud your vision on the line of duty and or effect your skills when I have you carry out my orders, though in no way are we not equal, but I have already sacrificed some of my 'essence' to allow you to properly mother the child."

Kaless was with the dragon soon after Lynessa, now well enough practiced with her wings to be able to fly at a speed far faster than running. She had her whip and bolt pistol ready, and would fight anything told to. Before the dragon started speaking, she said one thing. "The leader of the Sisters of Battle will be my kill. They will want one-on-one combat, and so do I, so that is what shall happen."

"As you wish Kaless, the Sisters of Battle are easy to mistake for simpletons, and should be countered with a good decapitating strike. I enjoyed hanging their skulls from my personal banner, so be free to decorate it with whatever you kill or slaughter, if you wish I will assist in reaping the souls of the Imperials and will give you some more assistance in the destruction of the Sisters of the false Emperor if you wish."

The Necrons landed at the co-ordinates where the Tomb Complex Entrance should have been. In it's place, there was a tall, but decrepid building on top of a small hill. It looked like it could have been a hospital at some point.
"Vargard to Skyhammer" voiced Caldrek, using the mental link that served as a Necron Vox to contact his Dynasty's flagship. Nemesor Tokarn, the Dynasty's Phaeron, had found the ship's name whilst digging through it's computer files. It turned out the Skyhammer was one of the best ships in the entire pre-heresy fleet that would evolve into Battlefleet Gothic, carrying an experimental weapon system. The Necrons had used the weapon extensivley in the 10 Millenia that they had commanded the vessel, ranging from destroying Imperial Titans on the ground to cutting Tyranid hive ships apart. On top of the already massively powerful Necron weapons, the Skyhammer was now a Galaxy-spanning supercraft, feared by any that sought to engage Necrons in Spacecraft warfare.
"Vargard this is Skyhammer" came the gunner of the main weapon, obviously diverted by Nemesor Tokarn from the bridge. "Whaddya want me to shoot?"
"Building on hill, 100 metres to our North" interrupted Rephosus. "Level it, including the hill"
"Affirmative, locking now"
Looking at Rephosus, Caldrek asked what that was.
"What, I called a lot of Air Strikes in my Emperor's Children Scout days" answered Rephosus. Caldrek shook his head in disbelief. A moment later, a massive emerald energy shaft roared out of the cloud layer, making the immediate area around it illuminate bright green. The beam impacted the hill with the force of a meteorite. The building was reduced to a lot of molten slag that was thrown iinto the air, raining on the surrounding area. The hill was reduced to a crater, at the bottom of which was the top of a tunnel that had been busted open.
"How was that? I didn't hit you did I?"
"No, you didn't Skyhammer, you took out the target like you were supposed to" laughed one of the Praetorians. Caldrek ordered Skyhammer to reload and await furthur instructions. The Necrons walked down into the tunnel, and into the Tomb Complex.

"Hear me now, little mortals," Ulgot rumbled. "Father Nurgle has given this world the dubious honor of becoming a glorious Plague world, bristling with all the wonders and delights of His garden. Songs of praise will forever be shouted to the heavens of this achievement for all eternity. But as he is a caring God, Father Nurgle gives you a choice. You may leave orbit and spread the good news to your Rotting Imperium so that your Corpse Emperor may join him in Holy Union, or can become a part of this garden and accept whole-heartedly His loving embrace." As he finished, he hauked a globble of spit at the front lines. The saliva-coated projectile smacked into one of the walls. The ceramite hissed and sizzled as it was eaten away. "Your consent, of course, is not necessary," he added, chuckling with mirth and malice together. "You have one hour to give your response."

I moan as I place pressure on my leg its bad but not as bad as it was earlier. I hobble towards my kit at the bottom of my bed, I need to get dressed. The uniform has changed, to that of my adoptive regiment. Apparentley, the Tracryn 301st had never been to this world and been destroyed a year earlier. This had raised some questions as I had also been listed as MIA in the same year. In the end it was put down to a glitch in the system. I'd been cleared and adopted into the regiment, even allowed to keep my rank and get a squad. Once I get out of the field hospital that is...

"Going somewhere sergeant?" I turn, the doctor stands behind me eyeing me curiously. I smile walking towards him, trying to walk as normal as possible. I flinch from the extra pain that causes and I try desperatley to hide it.
"Yeah, just getting my stuff. Thinking of getting an early discharge. I mean, I'm not badly injured and will only take up your time when the more heavily injured start flowing in"
"Your not going anywhere, your leg could be broken for all we know and your not going to help by wakling around on it. Now get back to bed." My smile fades to a frown, I hate doctors, stubborn gits. I comply neverless. But, my mind still attempts to make escape plans. I will get the early discharge. My resolve only strengthens as the attack I knew was coming, hits home. I know broken leg or not, they're going to need me.

Gareva felt the of energy it was strange but nevertheless he followed it to the source, it was the twin-headed beast. He saw that Lynessa and the Young female warrior was there to.
"So I see we have been summoned. Why?" Gareva asked folding his arms.

"I have a task for you three, to maintain my Daemonic host while I am abstinent, they are currently approaching the Imperial resistance as we speak and may require some leadership while I attend to other matters, and try not to get them all banished back to the swirling vortex of the warp, and remember, Lynessa is my 2nd in command."

''Alright then people taking into account your loyalties i want you my love gareva to command the horrors, kaless my daughter of perverse light you need to go and strike fear in the hearts of the enemies, i will make sure blood reaper commands the bloodletters without doing something stupid.''

Atris was huddled up in her cell, bound and gagged. They saw her as a lunatic, an inhuman monster. No. A huge pounding came from the door, and the shutter flew up, letting in the bright lights of the corridor.

"Sameil'a! You got a mission!"

The custodian tossed a Lasgun and a knife through the shutter, telling her to get ready.

"Just follow my lead, OK?"

The door slid opened, and the shackled and tortured body of Atris plodded through it. The owner of the body was gone. As the custodian kicked at her feet, she was thrown into the barren wastes.

"I am Colonel Schaeffer, dogs. Show me what you've got."

Blood Reaper pulled himself over a barricade and swung his sword in unison with his fellow Bloodletters as they cut down bewildered Guardsmen in seconds, but a hail of Autogun and 'Hot Shot' Lasgun fire reduced several of the red hided Daemons to ash and flames, but the Guards own fire was met by Daemonic flames of purple, blue, and shades of colour unknown to mortal men, reducing some of the guard to skeletons or piles of gelatinous flesh. Blood Reaper rose from the ground and tore the head from a cut down Guardsman and held it in the air, screaming a bloody praise to Khorne before charging the Guard again, howling and screaming....

"Sounds like fun." With that, Kaless disappeared into the sky, shooting over the battle and watching all that was going on beneath her. It all looked like a normal enough battle, except... That Leman Russ had been destroyed from behind, yet it was facing the enemy and bearing chaos markings! And further in the direction from which it had been shot, far more dead cultists than anywhere else on the battlefield. And, now she looked closely, a sister of battle, a canoness, carving her way through them. Well then, let's end this.
Kaless landed silently about a hundred yards behind the sister of battle. She used basic illusion to hide anything unnatural about her other than the mark of slaanesh, Her wings and the aura of power surrounding the whip now invisible to all but psykers. Then she fired her bolt pistol, the shot bouncing off her enemy's armour as had been intended. Her enemy turned in a split second, fury in her eyes, ready to kill anyone. The canoness uttered the words "Die, chaos scum," before starting a full charge, only to stop short when Kaless removed the illusion and spread her wings, lifting herself a yard off the ground and raising her weaponry. "Are you ready to die, Sister, or do you wish to do the wise move and join the dark prince?"

Lynessa had teleported next to the bloodletters just before they charged again she bellowed towards them. ''Form up rows in ranks prepare to clash with the enemy, heavy hitters take the front blood reaper lead the charge i will be watching you, you may be daemons but i can still stick a powersword up in your arse! Now move it!'' Lynessa disappeared again reappearing behind a commissar. She took his head and ripped it off, the guardsmen only noticed when she threw his head towards them and with a seducing voice began speaking. ''Come get me if you want to'' And she let parts of her clothes disappear on purpose. ''Just as planned'' She thought as one guardsmen rushed towards her without hesitation, the power sword split him in two. The others opened fire on her but they never hit mark, she either disappeared or they where shooting at an illusion that never existed. She burned another three guardsmen using warp fire. ''now came the fun part'' She thought to herself she saw the guardsmen began getting scared, she unleashed the reality of the warp in their minds. They fell to the ground crying one even defecated himself.
''the work was done'' She thought when her chosen arrived armed with the whips she had ordered them to, They where the perfect taskmasters. She ordered the slaaneshi ones to move towards gareva to aid him but the tzeentchian sorcerers stayed with her. Their power enlarged by the dragon like her.

Blood Reaper grudgingly acknowledged the woman's bellows and swung his Hell Blade in precise and deadly weaves, slicing Guard apart with ease and watching as the Horrors began to spit and vomit Warp fire onto the slower Guard, the other Bloodletter's crashed into the Guard, shields raised and blades readied as they impaled and sliced the Guard into chunks of burnt flesh. Blood Reaper howled as a reloading Karskin looked up upon the mighty Khornate Daemon and struck him down, the strike splitting the man in two....

Sending his flaming fist through another guardsman's ribcage, Tarkus spins round to catch a second in the throat, the force of the blow nearly severing his head. Letting the two, gurgling men fall to the ground, he ducks under a salvo of autogun fire, not that he needed to, they were unlikely to harm him. With a daemonic roar, he lunges foward, the man's terrified face millemetres from his. The guard was deathly pale and shaking wildly, he would be no threat. Cackling madly, Tarkus spits on the man's face, the loyalist dog screaming as the red liquid burns through his skull and into his brain, twitching horribly as he slumps to the ashen ground. That was the last of the group. Too weak, he needed stronger prey, these humans were no danger.

Moving out of the camp's weak glow, he goes off back into the wastes, on the hunt for more creatures to decimate.

The legion had been marching non-stop since they left. Their feet bled. Schaeffer constantly had his gun placed at the back of Atris' head.

"They said to keep an eye on you, missy. You're going in first."

He chomped on his cigar, rolling it from side to side. They came to a verge, and the Colonel peered over.

"Target sighted, Atris. Die here or fight him."

She grasped her Lasgun.

Kaless struck out, but as she had expected the canoness was skillful and easily dodged before striking back with her sword, which was parried by the whip. They circled, each trying to gain an advantage, then the canoness struck, her sword going a perfect arc, splitting the image in two...
Kaless laughed as she flew down, letting go the invisibility that she had been using on herself since she had created that image. She kicked the canoness in the back of the head, but the opponent recovered quickly, swinging her power sword round, though Kaless was well out of its reach. Then the canoness fired her pistol, plasma missing her head by a small margin, before the canoness was forced to dodge retaliation fire herself. Then Kaless was flying in, dodging a stab and summoning chains to bind the Sister of Battle, but she resisted and the chains never came into existance. Then they were apart again, preparing for the next bout of this most deadly of games.

The sounds of battle are growing louder and I become more restless. I need to get out, I can't fail my mission. I sneak out of bed silently working my way back to my kit. Something tells me the doctor won't be back this time, probably dealing with the more urgent casulaties. I work myself into my kit quickly yet as quietly as possible. I holster my pistol, this had also been replaced for a newer version like my armour, and my sword, which is the same as always. I pick up my aquila amulet last, its a relativley small thing, yet its somehow not how I remember it. Its coating is shiny and new, yet the amulet itself seems old and battered scratches are worked across its surface, some show a hint of red. I can't quite remember where I had aquiried the amulet, it had been a gift, no an award for what I'm not quite sure. I give up trying to remember it doesn't really matter, I fasten it around my all to familiar neck. Now, how to get out of here.

I examine the room I'm in. Its small, with my bed, medical equipment and a table that housed my kit. It has a single window and a door. I try the door, only to find its locked. Great, the doctor must of guessed I would want to go for walkies... I examine the window more closley, it unlocked but I'm on the first floor. Great , I'm going to find it dificult escaping with my bad leg. I curse my bad luck, and the doctor even if its for my own good. I want to help! I go back to lying on my bed staring straight up at the ceiling as I formulate more plans to escape, my prison.

Atris leaped over the verge, plummeting to the stone platform below. Her Lasgun let off a few rounds, but they only sizzled against the skin of the Chaos warrior. He responded with a ferocious leap, his hand throwing Atris through the air. She coughed up blood and tried to wrench herself up

"God Emperor, you send more mere guard to face me?"

Barks Tarkus, laughing up into the gloomy sky, his fire-covered arms raised to the sky. Walking casualy over to the fallen guard trying to push herself up, he reaches down with hand. Grasping the woman by her neck, he lifts her up off the dusty ground. Chuckling madly, he draws her face close to his, his nostrils twitching as he smells the stench of her fear. Baleful eyes lit up with a baleful, red glow, he mutters to the woman.

"Any last words, Imperial?"

Atris didn't move. Her mouth was gagged and shackled. She turned her head to the executioner, the rest of her body remaining perfectly still.

A furious look on his face, Tarkus reaches down with his one free hand to rip the gag from the imperial's mouth, the fire momentarily dying down from the crimson claw. Leaning in closer he mutters again.

"Speak. I like to hear my prey's final words."

Atris clamped her mouth shut. No tears ran down her cheeks, no bitter seeds of terror lodged in her heart. Death was welcome to take her, she had nothing left to fight for. She simply stared at her attacker.

Raising one eyebrow, Tarkus chuckles slightly, forked tongue flickering from fanged maw.

"You're brave, guardswoman. Very brave, and I respect that. You remind me of someone I used to know, Imperial."

He says grinning, as he lowers the woman to her feet. With a pained grunt, his daemonic visage cracks and reshapes, a trickle of blood running from his nose as his face takes the form of a pale, shadow-eyed man.

"You seem familiar, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. What is your name, woman?"

"Does it matter now? My name is Atris, there. Why would you care?"

Atris rolled onto her side. Blood still poured from her mouth.

"I'll die with dignity rather than fall to your demands."

Ve'Carr listened to the words of the Deamon outside. One hour, he thought, hmm. He went to the pilots of the stormtalons saying, " Go show Papa Nurgle what we really think of him." The pilots jumped in the talons, the five machines coming to life as they took off high in the sky.

Norax, the Captain of the Drake squad of fliers took them high in the air. " Alright men, three strafing runs, be fast, Nurgle isn't very fast. The fliers descended, bombarding the beasts, destroying the smaller deamons barely harming the large one. The other two went smoothely, but the leader was in no hurt. Norax and company returned to Ve'Carr.

Ve'Carr asked, " Is it gone?" Norax responded, " We're going to need something bigger."

Syrath's shadow covered the squad of unwary Guard, before the Daemon crashed down on them, reducing most of the puny mortals to a bloody paste, while the few who remained bones cracked and bodies shattered. Syrath chuckled as a quick swipe of his talons snuffed out the life from the humans and looked up to see a grizzly looking Astartes staring down at him from a roof top, the marines body covered by several rounds of ammunition and grenades, a Sniper Rifle was strapped to his back and in his hands lay a sawed-off Shot gun and in the other a small Power Sword. The Marine jumped down, crashing into the ground and stood before Syrath, the Daemon leered as Hunter arose, seething his Power Sword and Shot Gun he spoke in a hollow voice;

"Syrath, it has been a long time, I expected you to be on your throne as a broken husk, but here you stand before me. Tell me, did the Wolf escape, or was his last howl a painful one?"

Syrath's heads sneered, the sour lack of emotion and hatred in Hunters words pleased the Greater Daemon, and he still needed Hunter;

"The Wolf is dead, however I have a matter for you to attend to, spy on these three individuals, while they seem loyal, treachery is met by one thing and one thing alone. Report every 24 galactic hours and remember our deal 'Hunter', you'll get your money if you get the job done, unlike your partners."

Hunter's head jolted up, Syrath chuckled as he threw down a Marines helm, Hunter plucking it from the ground and studying it's cracked and rusted paint job. The rouge dropped it and moved towards Syrath;

"So, I'm guessing he didn't get the job done, well, Syrath, you should know I always get the job done."

And with those final words, a silent Hunter departed....

"Atris?...Oh Khorne, Atris? I couldn't kil you, why would I, it's you."

He says, stepping backwards, the fires covering his form instantly dying down, leaving his charred sergeant's uniform, a blackened badge hanging from his chestplate.

Kneeling besides the fallen guardswoman, he rolls her onto her back, a genuine smile crossing his face.

"Remember me?"

Gareva danced along the path of war his whip thrashing across flesh causing guardsmen to fall to the floor in utter pain.
"Come dance with me hahahahahahaha" Yelled in the heat of battle, behind him horrors throw fire balls at the foes ahead and the dying behind. Suddenly Gareva felt a slash down his back, it was a Commissar holding a power sword.
"oh that tickled" Gareva said laughing, his lash shot from his arm and wrapped around the Commissar and began to pull the Commissar towards Gareva, when they got to face contact Gareva opened his mouth of razor sharp teeth and bit down on the Commissar's head.
"MMMM I could taste the fear" Gareva said as he flung the corpse to one side.

The munitions from the Storm Talons blasted apart great rends into the plaugue army. When the smoke cleared, there were craters where they had detonated. The daemons paused to stare and contemplate what had happened. A tiny Nurgling struggled to climb out of one such crater. It lifted one fat arm out to its father, bleeding profusely from the stump of its waist, before it slowly scattered into dust before the wind. Then, Ulgot roared in disbelief and anguish.
"VERY WELL, THEN!" he barked. "YOUR SOULS WILL FOREVER ROT AND WRITHE IN PAIN AND SUFFERING!"
At once, several horns bellowed, signalling the long awaited attack. The Plague-bearers resumed their slow, ponderous march to the walls of the fortress, now howling and screaming in such unearthly voices. Flies began to pour in from every direction it seemed to harass with the defenders, and the ground which the walls stood cracked and green-ified and became ripe with terrible disease. Plague-swords waved in the air. The miasma of sickness increased and seeped through the cracks and ventilators to add their poisonous vapors to the flies. The Plague-Lord took lumbering steps until he was close enough to start hacking down plastasteel and concrete to dust with his massive weapon, creating a hole for which the others to go through.
"JOIN THE REST OF YOUR MISBEGOTTEN KIND IN DEATH!"

"I do not remember you. I don't affiliate with your dark gods."

Atris placed her hand on her hip and began to unbuckle her blade.

Stepping backwards, the fires around his form again ignite, making wisps of smoke rise into the dark air.

"I don't want to hurt you Atris. How could you not recognise me, me? Alustdor, iron serpents?"

He says, a jagged axe materialising in his ashen claw.

"Clearly you are lying. I do not remember anybody at all like you, and I knew a great deal of the Iron Serpents. Only a handful fell to your gods."

The blade slid off of Atris' leg and into her hand. She propped herself up on one arm, blood still pouring from her mouth.

"I lost everything that matters to me there."

Chuckling slightly, he steps foward, throwing his axe to the dusty ground besides him.

"I did go a little crazy there."

He says grinning.

"Do you remember good o'l Tarkus?"

"What? How do you know?"

"How do I know Tarkus? Because I am him, Atris."

The sounds of battle are getting even louder now. I'm pacing now, ignoring the pain that it brings, I need to get out of here. I know someones coming before I hear it and I have about a minute to make a plan and put it in action. When the doctor enters, to check on me. He sees me apparently gone and the window agape. He rushes towards it wondering if I had actually been stupid enough to go out the window. I answer his question as I hope out behind the door, slamming it shut and locking it. The doctors is now hammering furiously on it, won't be long before someone comes. I simply walk out the main exit, ducking around corners whenever a suitably high individual comes round. My heart hammers furiously at every one of these encounters, while I refuse even to breath. I'm overjoyed when I can move again, although I still get a lot of pain trying to walk normally and draw as little attention as possible. Its not long before I reach the exit, that had been easier than I thought, they must be to busy with casualties. The frontline musn't be going very well. Hopefully, I can make some difference, for better or for worse.

"What?"

Atris levered herself up, blade still in hand. She placed one hand on his cheek.

"Is it really?"

"Yep."

He says smiling slightly.

"Veteran sergeant and all."

"Feth it, Tarkus. You're my enemy."

Atris lunged forwards with her blade.

Alphonsine had reached what looked like a cultist camp. She walked in, killing the guards at the gate. Eventually she was surrounded by a few chaos Astartes. She smirked as the fight began, chain axes whirling past, blocking and cutting them at the handle. Ducking and avoiding sonic fire, the missed blasts punching through the lesser cultists swarming at the fight. Turning she fired her plasma pistol at the weapon, ensuring they wouldn't get a second chance to try and hit her. Turning back to the enraged beserker now wielding the handle of his broken axe she thrusted her blade into his chest; hiding behind its back as she pulled out her blade and using him to shield incoming bolt fire. As his body dropped she weaved again through some more cultists before coming face to face with one of the noise marines she had disarmed. Ducking under a punch she thrust her sword up through the lower torso and out of the top of his head before levelling her plasma pistol and firing at another; exploding as it entered his chest then dropping lifeless. She felt a sharp pain come from her back, a sword bursting out from her chest then sinking back. She turned and fired at the attacker as she fell, two shots connecting with his head then the remaining missing as she continued to fire while falling. On the ground, it the mud with a faint trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth she aimed at the fuel depot. "I told you my way always worked... Lily..." she fired, igniting the entire camp and leaving it as little more than a charred crater.

Side-stepping the swing of the sword, Tarkus quickly reaches down to the dusty ground, plucking up his serrated axe which instantly becomes wreathed in baleful flame.

"Everyone is my enemy here, Atris. You've made sure of that."

He says, a fanged grin crossing his face ear-to-ear as he swings his axe foward.

Atris' chest was torn asunder as the axe's huge head was swung through. Bones and muscle were destroyed as Tarkus attacked. Lasguns opened fire from the grassy verge, flying to and fro.

"I die serving my Emperor, not some false idol as you."

Atris staggered, then fell to the floor in a pool of blood. Tears ran in joy.

"I have nothing for you to take, Tarkus."

She began to chuckle.

Tarkus roars in pain as the las-bolts impact against his temporarily human form, the shots leaving blackened burns across his body and tattered uniform. With a Daemonic howl, he raises one hand towards the assailants, two of the guard instantly catching fire, screaming horribly as they fall to the ashen ground. Spinning round, he catches a charging man across the face with his axe, the weapon passing through his skull like a hot knife through butter. Looking down at the chuckling form of Atris, he reaches down with one burnt hand to grasp her by the shoulder, as he slings her over his shoulder. His axe dematerialising, he crouches down to pluck up her sword in his free hand, beheading another foolish guard with a casual swing. Half an autogun clip passing though his gut, the wounds re-knitting together slowly, he starts moving towards the area he thought closest to the edge of the ash wastes. Tilting his head slightly, and with a slight chuckle, he whispers into her ear,

"Nevermore."

I've reached the front lines now as I jump in the Imperial trench. The enemy is almost upon them, they start joining us in our trench. I fire my las pistol at them. The beam of light catches one in the head, as he jumps in. He goes spirling as he falls, hiting the ground face first already dead. One of the cultists comes at me, I raise my pistol, but he knocks it away. Before slashing at me with his blade, I step away from it, while deflect it with my sword. I manage to deflect it, but it still cuts a light gash across my stomach. I stumble backwards, my leg threatening to give way. I'm starting to really regret leaving the hospital, what use is one more dead body? I block another blow as it comes in, before I launch my own attack, elbowing the man in the face. Now it is his turn to stumble backwards as he spits up blood. I don't pause to mock like he did. I follow up my attack with another, going in high with my sword. He blocks it just in time, but I follow the attack up with another going in low, he blocks this one as well but he is now on the defensive. I rain down several more blows upon him before he finally gives way. He fails to bring his defensive up in time and I remove his sword hand, severing it cleanly at the wrist. He doesn't even have time to register the pain as my next attack goes for the head. The body stands for sevral moments before it falls, following the head thats already rolling across the floor.

Around me the melee continues and their is an ever growing amount of bodies both dead and wounded from both sides. Even more cultists are pouring in, this probably isn't going to end well for the Imperials. Its probably not going to end well for either side, not when I'm here. I begin using the techniques that Valkor taught me, willing my powers to come. A small flame flickers and grows, spreading through the trench, it engulfs both the combatants, Imperial and traitors. It doesn't differentiate and neither do I. They both can burn if my Lord Valkor wills it.

I'm shaking now from the power I have released as I will the flames to spread, I know I'm not going to be able to hold it much longer. The flames flicker and die, as I give in. I'm alone know both sides holding back from the destruction they have just witnessed. It wouldn't be long before both sides are back though. I'll have to leave now though. I move slowly through the blackened remains, I'm still shaking and my leg hurts like hell. It will be a while before I can release that much power again. I'm laughing now, its sound strange over the unnatural silence. Yet it comforts me, its sound soothing to my ears. I move away from the trench as the two sides reenter to resume their combat, the blackened trenches start turning red again. I don't care who wins, I no longer have any love for the Imperials or these ignorant fools. I'm moving away from the combat towards the ash wastes.

Kaless circled her enemy, who seemed now to be growing weak, though Kaless could feel Slaanesh's power keeping her going. Time to finish this, she thought as she came in on the offensive. Her opponent certainly had been powerful, but it was time for this to end. Dodging her opponent's blade, she brought in the whip, slightly faster than her enemy could react, and wrapped it round the neck of her former enemy. All that was left was a writhing body, before Kaless ended it with her bolt pistol. Time to find a challenge, she thought, flying off to find the leader of this sorry bunch of sisters, or at the very least a sergeant.

A short flight later she had been found, fighting her way through masses of cultists. Cultists are easy, let's see how you fare against a real opponent. She landed behind the enemy, seeing that this time she was up against a skillful opponent, and fired her pistol an inch above the enemy's head. The sister turned, and saw only another sister of battle, but with a mark of slaanesh on her cheek instead of the flower. An anger known to few was in her enemy's mind, she could tell that, and was immediately planning how to use it.

Lynessa opened a psychic link towards the dragon. ''My lord how much blood needs to be spilled before you get blessings by the god of blood? Because we can bring loads more of blood for the sacrifices.'' lynessa disappeared reappearing next to blood reaper, she shouted orders again. ''Form up in column formation prepare to move towards the enemy command post if anyone is slacking you will be banished!''

The explosion in their camp had come as a surprise, but Kaless had been twenty feet in the air when the shockwave hit her, and had had a psychic shields around her. She was knocked to the ground and had a broken wing, but as with all blessings of the chaos gods, that would heal in a relatively short time.

Lynessa felt the shock come it was the pain kaless felt, she directly teleported towards her she took the sister with her back to the frontlines she held her close to her and was muttering words to comfort her.

A faint glow came from within the crater. Different than the glow emanated by the flames somehow, a calming light.

All of the guard who had attempted to stop him had long been outpaced or killed, their attacks had had barely any effect on him. They were very near the edge of the ash wastes, he could tell as it was slightly colder here. He had been near here before and knew there was a small renegade camp nearby, an imperial outpost that had been overwhelmed by the traitors amongst their own ranks. They might be able to do something, their medics were not crude butchers like those of the cultists, nor the maniacs of the chaos astartes. He regreted what he had done, but she had left him no choice.

"Lyenessa, pile the dead in pits of fire, and set them alight, I will attend to Kalless, and continue the assault until their backs are broken."

Syrath breaks the link as he stands over the I juried Kalless, he kneels down and places a skeletal hand on her head, her forehead glows as her mark of Syrath burns bright, the girl arches up as Syrath heals her broken wing and battered flesh. He pulls his hand back as she arches up, but Syratth left head moans as more flesh is stripped from the bone;

"Do not force me to do that again, it requires my own essence to do such a thing."

The light had been steadily growing brighter before erupting in another explosion. Alphonsine took to the sky on wings born of the light. Sheathed in the light she looked down at the traitors gathering below.

"Fallen sister, I dearly hope you shall find the Emperor's peace" her voice boomed. Her expression was of solemn disgust.

The glowing sister was grabbed from behind, a black shadow of magical darkness swapped down and lobbed her to the ground as it landed. Syrath's twin heads rose up and let up a howl as it unleshed a torrent of magical bolts towards the Sister;

"You shall die here wretch!"

Alphonsine smirked as she stood up. The blasts pattering against the light that surrounded her like tiny pebbles in a pond. She grabbed the beast by the throat, where it touched her light it burst into flames. "I am dead". She tightened her grip, ripped off one of the heads then threw it at the fallen sister.

"Argghhh!"

Syrath wailed and screamed, his little flesh running like water as it tried to repair the damage caused by the sister. Syrath's neck sealed together and a bolt of flame spurted from his mouth, shatteiring one of the Sisters wings and allowing Syrath to retreat away as his flesh mended itself. Syrath's growled and unleshed a torrent of pure change, sending the Sister crashing into the ground as he rose up once again.

Atris hung limp over the shoulder of Tarkus. She was completely still. No more blood pumped through her body, no more air rushed to her lungs. She was seemingly asleep, never to wake up again. She had passed away over half an hour ago, forgotten amongst the many martyrs of the Imperium. A smile ran across her bloodstained face.

Atris was free.

The wing flickered back to shape nigh instantly, as it was made of the very light surrounding her. The magic knocked her to the ground, but was weakened enough to cause no further damage. She flew at the beast and swung her sword; sending an arc of golden light cleaving both the ground and the beast's second head. Assuming it was dead, Alphonsine flew into the air. Only one thing was on her mind.

Syrath crashed into a building, he moaned and whined as his flesh neatly re-nit itself to allow him to walk again. His head snapped back together as he forced his way out of the building and his second head began to reform, a stub of a neck emerging from his torso as the Daemon stumbled away, wings folded into his back...

Gareva dropped into the trenches of the guardsmen but he saw one woman, she was not a guardsmen and she was trying to escape.
"Hmm where does she think she is going?" Gareva said, looking at the woman but using his flamer to scorch the whole trench, the screams of the dying echoed. Gareva began to follow her, she was heading towards the Ash Wastes.

Alphonsine decided she'd fly back to the Imperial Fortress. She hadn't much time left so she had to make the most of it.

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Her breath had stopped minutes ago, her heartbeat with it. Surely someone could help? someone had to, Atris couldn't die, not her. A blank loom on his face, he slowly lowers her limp body to the ground, the flames upon his back slowly blazing back into life as he quickly kisses her cheek. Turning around silently, he walks silently away from the scene, axe clutched in ashen claw and heads foward, where to, he knew not.

With a great daemonic howl, he breaks into a sprint, face contorted into a horrific snarl.

Syrath felt the rage of another being, a smirk arose on his face, and with a greater howl, another three heads grew and rose into the air as they unleshed a soul wrencthing hour to contact the being;

"Come to me.

Side tracked she caught sight of a green beam hitting the ground. She remember that event, the last time a similar light had done so.

She flew straight up heading for orbit. Whether or not it was the same light, she would make sure it shone no more.

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What was that? He though, coming to a halt.

A daemon, and so nearby.

With a strain of his mind, the daemon dwelling within him calls out to the stranger, as Tarkus again moves foward towards the source.

"What?"

"You, you have lost something dear I guess, I can bring....her....back for, the blackness with the signing of a contract."

Syrath offers a massive hand to Tarkus, a gigantic taloned claw;

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor,"

"Yes, yes!"

Tarkus says, stepping foward.

"At what price, daemon?"

"Your loyalty, utter, unbyding loyalty to me and me alone, Tarkus chosen of Chaos. Bring her, and then you shall sign a blood signature to prove your loyalty to me, my friend and soon to be servant."

The Daemon smirks, as a burning parchment of paper appears in the air above Syrath's massive claw, flexing the talons to cause the fire to disperse from around it before handing it to Tarkus.

Once in orbit she flew for the source; a familiar looking ship. The one she had arrived on, its hull a twisted abomination. She burst through the side of it and began to head for the engines. Twisted mockaries of the crew were cut down by the dozen as she reached her target. Her light now beginning to grow dim, she thrust her sword into the engine. No longer possessing even enough strength to pull it back out she fell to her knees; blood began to seep out from the corner of her mouth once more.

Her lifeless body retained this pose for the last few moments of the ship's existence. Its warp drive compromised roared violently, ripping itself out of place and making the jump alone. Tearing the space surrounding it as it did so. The ship now sundered in two was quickly engulfed in the fires of its exploding plasma reactors; leaving nothing but a faint glow in the sky.

"Of course, of course."

He says, a fanged grin on his face. Partchment in one hand and axe in the other, he breaks into a sprint.

"I'l be back in a minute."

++A minute later++

"Here"

He says placing Atris' pale body onto the ground, as he places the palm of his hand to the parchment, leaving an ashen mark.

"DO IT DAEMON, DO IT NOW."

"Exellent."

Syrath turned to view the broken and desolate building behind him, burnt out ruins. He raised both his giant claws and chanted a few Daemonic words, a shudder reduced some of the wrecks to rubble as spires of obsidian rock sprouted up from the group, scraping the skies as a pit of flaming blood emerged in the centre was formed.

I walk through the ash wastes. The sun beats down hard here. I'm seriously regreating leaving the hospital. What was I thinking! I pause as a howl spreads other the waste, surely that can't be human or animal, it so unnatural, my curiosity gets the better of me and I head towards the noise. I drop as I find the source, a daemon. Why would he give out a cry of pain is he hurt? I search his body yet I can't find any wounds. I decided to lie still and observe as a second daemon materializes. I'm cursing at my bad luck, hopefully they're too preocupied to notice me. I pick myself up slowly and begin moving away from the scene, using some of my power to mask my presence though I'm not sure what affect that will have on daemons.

With a grunt, Tarkus picks up the limp form of Atris, and takes her over to the newly formed pit of blood, alight with unholy flames.

"Now what, daemon?"

Syrath takes the girl and drops her into the pit, the two watch as her prone form sinks into the burning pit. Syrath draws a gem encrusted knife and takes the palm of Tarkus and speaks in an ancient and hollow Daemonic tongue in a now booming voice;

"Blood of the beloved, willingly taken."

Syrath thrusts the knife across the mans palm, and takes the blooded knife to the pit, he taps the blood causing the blood drops to mix with the contents of the burning pit and turns away, he places the blade to his own palm and sneers;

"Blood of the master, given to the dead."


The multi-coloured blood pours into the pit, mixing and mingling with the burning contents of the pit, the Greater Daemon pulled away with Tarkus as the pit unleashed a bolt of energy into the air, it explodes as a screaming figure emerges from the pit, drenched in blood...

"I am in your debt, daemon."

Tarkus mutters, turning to the pool of blood. Throwing his axe to the ground, he kneels besides the screaming form of Atris.

"Atris?"

So who is gonna play Atris?

Turning momentarily back to the hulking Daemon, Tarkus places the blood-stained palm of his hand to the flaming parchment, before tossing it back to Syrath.

"We did have a deal daemon."

I turn as a gut wrenching crack fills the air behind me. My curiosity gets the better of me again, I bite back my fear and head back to my vantage point. I watch as the winged daemon summons an obsidion temple, the first brings the body of a dead guardswomen, and chucks it into the pit. What is he doing some sort of ritual to his gods? Whatever it is I know I shouldn't be here. I turn to leave again but a screaming blood soaked figure emerges from the pool. I remain rooted to the spot. I feel my fear take over again, my urge to survive. I force myself to leave. I pause as I send a few rocks down the hill of my vantage point. They clatter down dangerously loud to my ears. What have you done this time Calam? I remain rooted to the spot again, through fear rather than my curiosity. Did they hear?

"Good choice Tarkus, enjoy your prize, though remember, she may be a tad upset about being partially bound with me."

Syrath pulls away his cloak to reveal a hole in his flesh, snakes and insects pouring from the rotting flesh as Syath recovered the hole. He lifted a talon to point to the newly borne symbols of Syrath appearing on the arms of both the girl and Tarkus. Syrath's eyes widen as rocks clatter and fall as he turns to see a woman stalking away, he smirks as he rises into the air and crashes down before her;

"Why hello there!"

Gak, seems like they did her you Calam, well done. I look up at the daemon a smile on my face. "Erm, hellp there. I was just leaving, now excuse me" I say as I try to run past the daemon, my leg screaming in protest.

Syrath grabs the girl and dangles her in his talons, lifting her eye to eye with his four heads, each speaking as legion to the tiny mortal;

"Not so fast, Calam. I think trespasing counts as a crime in my not so humble opinion, Tarkus, gut her."

"Tarkus?" I squirm in his grasp turning to get another look at the other daemon. Sure enough it is Tarkus.
"Long time no see eh, Tark?" I let out a fake laugh "So what you been doing recentley and why are you here?"

"Ah hello Calam, havn't seen you in a while. So, how are you?"

Says Tarkus, moving in quickly, raising his jagged axe millemetres from the woman's nervous face.

"Syrath, do I kill her or not?"

"She will decide, Calam, I give you one option, serve me or well, Tarkus's axe will settle the dispute."

Syrath's heads stare down on the struggling girl, each smiling and sneering at the sight of her fear......

Gareva saw what was happening in the wastes seeing the Daemon and the other chaos slave captured the woman he was tracking.
"Ah that is mine. Can I have it back!" Gareva said walking up to the Daemon and Tarkus.

"I apologise Gavera, but the girl is making a choice right now, and I will be the decider of who she goes too."

"No we haven't seen each other in awhile it was in that arena wasn't it? I'm fine also thanks I might have a broken leg and my mind hurts like hell, but other than that I'm fine. How are you?" I turn to the bird daemon. "Serve you how?"

Drat sorry. Tried to edit my post and pressed wrong button

"As one of my warriors, an aspirant or a champion, it is your decision Calum but it if not, Gavera and Tarkus's will have you as a pet for some time, and like all dog chew toys end up as, well you know what."

Gareva looked into the beast's eyes, his wings came from his back and he flew up to the beast.
"Look I have followed this meat and have found it here!" Gareva said getting his weapons ready.

"She could be valuable, otherwise she is yours for the taking my friend, now be patient!"

"That does not make it yours, Slaaneshi."

Mutters Tarkus, turning his head towards the newcomer.

"Gareva! You again."

I groan at the predictament I've got myself into, neither of the options look appealing but what choice do I have? I smile though it seems fake given my current situation. I gulp at what I am about to do. " Okay, okay, I'll sign." I mutter, its barely audiable my earlier hope now gone, I know that I've lost.

Syrath dropped the girl and produced a burning contract and a gem incrusted blade, he drew blood from his palm and pressed it against the parchment and handed the knife and contract to the weak girl;

"Sign here."

I sigh as I am forced to take the blade and draw my own blood. I press it against the daemons designated point. I feel the anger building up inside me. Years of resisting the daemons to succumb now! What have you done Calam? Their must be a way out of this mess. I serve no one but myself.

Calum drops to her knees, a burning sensation in her arm, but Syrath's joy is immaculate as his symbol is burnt into her left arm. She feels herself plucked from the ground by a joyful Syrath as he brings her over to the pit of blood and smiles;

"Have a nice swim!"

Calum falls into the pit, feeling the mutating power of Chaos begin to take it's toll....

OOC: May I suggest inter chaos warfare or secondary Imperium characters for some players?

Lynessa had ordered the khornates to make a giant circle to receive favor from khorne, she teleported towards the dragon to report. When she arrived she heard gareva say. ''She is mine.'' Without him noticing she teleported right on top of him and with a sweet but scary voice said. ''So hun, what is yours again?'' She materialized a whip and with a menacing look prepared herself. She looked up and saw the khornate tarkus stand here. ''A good day tom you too boy.'' She said before she lifted up gareva .

"Ah Lynessa, welcome."

Tarkus says grinning.

"I remember you from Alustdor. The Tzeentch leader."

I feel the touch of the warp against my skin, against my mind. The barrier blocking me from the warp and the daemons collapses, as my will goes. Eagre daemons rush in, promising me with their power. I ignore them like I almost always have done, as I work to restore my defences. It doesn't work as I try to control the mutations that I will suffer. I feel the stuff mutating my body the entire stuff burns, I swim for the surface. I emerge on the surface and I haul myself out. Coughing out the stuff its iron tang staining my mouth. I'm covered in it from head to toe. I lay on the side for several moments exhausted from my experiance. Before I decided to inspect the damage, my leg now feels better, the gash on my stomach and hand have now healed. I draw my blade cutting my palm, sure enough it renits leaving pale red tissue in its space. The rest of the energy I seem to be of able to channel into my figure, its now slimmer, certain features now enhanced. I sigh I don't like it but, having always liked how I was but it could of been worse. I'm laughing, real laughter directed at my realative good fortune. I haven't noticed the tail yet.

Syrath smirks, the sight of his servant embracing her gifts making him see his power, he turned away whispering his favourite statement;

"Just as planned."

"Oh I see your new powers are coming into play but..." Gareva said as his whip shot from his hand and wrapped around her throat.
"You still don't think ahead" He said lifting her in the air. Gareva knew why she was doing this she heard him say that the woman was his.
"Oh Lynessa why are you surprised at me?" Gareva said bring Lynessa towards him, his tongue rubbed up across her body.

Lynessa expected this, the moist wet tongue rubbing against her. She knew she couldn't resist for long and she promptly teleported away she began speaking. ''But my love if you would like multiple bodies to pleasure yourself with why didn't you just ask?''As she multiplied dopplegangers appearing.
She walked around him. ''Oh she needed to ensure his loyalty again.'' She disappeared only this time she didn't reappear just like gareva she had teleported the both of them to the tents they where alone know nobody would stop her from ensuring his eternal loyalty.

Sam

Sam stud at the trenches as Daemons swarmed the imperials bellow.
"Ready to fire!" He yelled as his forces lined up along the ridge. His troops lined up front row knelt down and second row stud over them.
"FIRE!" Sam yelled, las-volleys cut through Daemons and Cultists alike. After 3 volleys Sam charged the remaining forces in the trench, he slashed foes on his left and right. At one point a traitor Ogryns smashed through squads, Sam lifted his power sword and charged the beast it swung its club but Sam dodged it he climbed onto its back and plunged his blade through its neck.

Caldrek and Rephosus had moved through the Tomb Complex, activating all the nobles of the world. Once the final Lord had been woken, all the upper ranks congregated in the main chamber of the Tomb Complex.
"Ok, what are you doing here!" demanded the Tomb's Overlord.
"We have come to recruit your Tomb's resources, warriors, and vehicles to the Narkos Dynasty" replied Caldrek, pacing across the width of the room, in front of the meeting table. Rephosus was standing in the corner with the Triarch Praetorians, ready to step in if things went south. The vargard's remark didn't seem to please the Overlord one bit.
"You can't just walk straight up to any old Tomb World and demand we join you. I'm aware who you are representing, and I know that he destroyed an entire planet along with the Brotherhood of Orion's last members and an entire Space Wolf legion. I don't care. We are not going to join you, so feth off. Where did you get these codes anyway?"
Ignoring the question, Caldrek responded midstride.
"You wouldn't join your own Dynasty when it turns up with the weapons to destroy the entire planet should you refuse?"
"Ah, but you are not from my Dynasty, and this world belongs to his Majesty the Stormlord."
"What, so Imotekh thinks he can steal a Tomb World from us!?" exclaimed Rephosus, coming forward with the Praetorians and leveling his gun at the Overlord's head. Caldrek knew that Reph had designed that gun to scramble reanimation circuits. If the Overlord was shot down, he was dead.
Calm down Reph. said Caldrek across the mental 'wi-fi' that ran through this Dynasty's upper ranks.
I know, I know came the reply.
The Overlord had sprang to his feet, slaming his fists on the table. Something corroded during his latest snooze, thought Caldrek, and heard Reph's laugh boom within his head, although nothing came out loud.
"How dare you call the Stormlord by his name! This world has been among the Stormlord's for as long as I can remember, and we will not give up anything to you at all."
"Then we will take it by force. Skyhammer, come in."
"Read you Vargard. What do you need?" It was Nemesor Tokarn's voice, the one Necron who would carry out this request with impunity.
"I need a medium-to-large Invasion force. This imbecile wont give up the resources we require." Nemesor Tokarn said something, but it was drowned out by the calamity of the room. Caldrek thought he heard the Nemesor say thirty minutes, but he could have been wrong. The Overlord had jumped across the table and come running at Caldrek with his Warscythe raised. Caldrek had drawn one of his pistols, but the Overlord had already been slain by a Plasma Bolt through the head. A handful of rounds cleared the rest of the room. Caldrek knew they would come to soon, and that they'd be pissed.
"Lets leave this Tomb. We regroup with the Invasion force, and march in and take it all" suggested Caldrek. "Thats an order"

Syrath's four heads looked down on the bubbling pit of blood spawned foul creatures and daemons, his new found allies had formed a small army of elite warriors, even if they had been unwilling to join his new empire, but that was his greatest tool. He smirked, folding his mighty pinions into his back, which had spawned multi-coloured feathers and scales and his flesh had mostly regrown, except for missing patches of skin where his essence had been used to revive or heal one of the mortals under his command. He flexed his talons as Hunter slipped past his new allies and stood by the massive Greater Daemon, he coughed to gain the Daemons attention and watched as the four serpent heads looked down on the Rouge Marine. Hunter stepped forward and pulled out of his satchel and handed the Daemon a metallic skull, the daemons flaming eyes widened as he felt it with his fingers and looked down at Hunter again;

"Necron's are here Syrath, I think we should ready ourselves for their awakening, the mechanical monstrosities will soon arise and could put a spanner in the works."

Syrath chuckled as he dropped the skull, which was quickly retrieved by Hunter, he sniggered at the Marines discovery and sighed;

"Hunter, this is my plan."

Morgoth.

The metal abominations named necrons were here now, the currents of the warp had whispered so. His forces were not weak, but they had taken large casualties, reinforcements were needed to replenish their ranks. He hated having to do this, but all other options were exausted. He would had to call on the Corsairs. The pirate warband had been lying in wait, Huron had sent several lords to act as sub-commanders and advisors, but he knew their true role to be as spies, watching his actions and reporting them back. He knew Huron wold not send many of his astartes, but a sizeable battleforce of Corsairs would be...useful. The glowing orb in front of him glowing with baleful red light, he opens the warp-link to one of Huron's lietenants.

"We require reinforcements as soon as possible."

"Do not presume to order me, Morgoth, Huron lets you live upon a whim and you know it. A force should arrive sometime within the next couple of days. Nothing special, just several squads of marines and some vehicular support"

Rephosus


Rephosus was running away from the necrons, some of the immortals where awakening and he tried to avoid killing them. He screamed to caldrek. ''Friend we better use our grav packs and get the feth out of here!'' They both took for the skies together with the lychguard they arrived outside and saw the necrons phase in, he saw a monolith along with a decent sized force of lords and immortals with some barges. He also saw his personal engine of war the old and ancient knight hand forged from over 10 millenia ago this would be fun.

Chaos never learns. Thor had grown to accept this as fact since he "died" a while ago. No matter how many cults he broke up or monuments he defiled, they always came back as strong as ever. Resistance was futile, but someone had to do it. Thor was someone. Tannibus Alpha was his new quarry. Shey, Marius, and Nero were all with him, each one mostly the same. Shey was still awkward and off-putting, Marius was still a sarcastic ass, and Nero was still as innocent as he could be with what he had seen and done. He was close to a grown man now, seventeen years old. He entered the bridge of his new ship, a large gun cutter made for speed and power, holding several sets of missiles in addition to the powerful assault cannons. It came out over the planet and Thor could feel it. Chaos was beginning to grow.

"Skyhammer, you loaded?" asked Caldrek as he & Rephosus landed with the Triarch Praetorians at the point where thier forces had arrived.
"Yes we are, and are waiting for instructions".
"Ok, we've got this. Have some fun, destroy all the enemy Spacecraft".
"Copy that, Skyhammer out"
Caldrek turned to Reph, who was now sitting on his Knight.
"I never thought I'd be fighting against the Stormlord's Dynasty"
"Gak happens. Deal with it."

Syrath raised his obsdion staff, a cackle of energy burst from the top of the staff,a cackle of lightning and it spread as a wave over the world as Syrath called out to his allies and servants, their marks of Syrath glowing in unison signalling them to come to him.....

Resistance was fierce within the fortress. The Sisters of Battle and the Salamanders remained stalwart as ever. It did not help matters much that they had flamer weapons to direct against the forces of Nurgle. Jets of burning promethium engulfed the plague-bearers, the high temperatures burning the daemons to oblivion. In the skies above, Storm Talons duelled with Plague-drones and exchanged lead in deadly salvos. Reinforcements in the form of Imperial guard attacked from the sides and delivered volleys of lasgun fire, hoping to batter the enemy down until he was vanquished.
Even still, the battle was not going well for the Imperial forces. The power armor clad were met with projectiles of disease-ridden globules and had to desparately parry plague-swords. The nurglings would cling to their feet and legs to slow them down. Outside, Ulgot approached the Guardsmen. He raised his great sword and swung the blade. Each slice connected with entire squads, ending their existences instantly. Those who were not immediately killed succumbed to crippling sickness, screaming in agony as their bodies were corrupted beyond repair. The lasguns now were trained upon the Great Unclean one, yet the laser bolts did little to harm the rolls of rotting flesh. Ulgot swung again his dulled-blade, picking up one Guardsman in the same motion. The man struggled in the fleshy grip before his body was saturated of moisture, and he became little more than an arid husk of a corpse. Ulgot casually threw him over his shoulder and reared his head. He opened his mouth to unleash a tide of vomit from his bowels. Anyone caught in the area were coated in the foul-smelling soup, and soon collapsed and writhed in pain.
"This world shall be a monument to Father Nurgle and his ultimate greatness. It will be a foreshadowing of things to come. This galaxy will eventually crumble and rot from within, and from the ashes and rubble, life shall be reborn anew, and Nurgle will claim his new kingdom as his own."

Kaless' eyes opened slowly. She had been injured in the wing, and pretty badly bashed up everywhere else, but she seemed to be fine now. Time to get back to the front lines. She flew off, her wings a little stiff but working fine, until she found the great unclean one and his nurgle demons fighting against Sisters of Battle, Salamanders and Imperial Guardsmen.
Throwing three frag grenades into the midst of a mass of guardsmen and watching about 40 enemies die, she flew down to within ten feet of the greater demon. "Where do you wish me to fight, Ulgot? I can attack them from behind if you wish."

Gareva
Gareva knew why she was doing this she was jealous of him being around other woman like the slaves he had before he died. Gareva's lash wrapped around her
"I know why your doing this and it is starting to show Lynessa!" Gareva said dropping her to the floor and exiting out of the tent. He bumped into a Slaanesh cultists.
"You where are your female Slaves?" Gareva said and the Slaanesh cultists began to show him the way.

Lynessa

Lynessa was saddened the bond was broken, he had left her. She left towards the dragon to fulfill his commands with a broken heart she teleported next to him bowing down.

"Kaless....Kaless.....Kaless.....you dare serve any other? I promise you only pain.......retreat now or suffer the consequences......."

Syrath spoke through the mind of Kaless in a hollow and melodic voice, filled with hatred for her actions and partially her, a shooting pain in her arm began to form as Syrath increased his mental grip on the child, screaming into her mind. The Greater Daemon turned to see Lynessa by his side, he snarled as his heads moved to better view the petty being, his flaming eyes grew in size as he stared down on his ally;

"Get that filth back here, she dares to assist another!?"

Lynessa

She disappeared reappearing next to the nurgle daemon, she took kaless with her to syrath cradling her in her arms she would never lose anyone else again.

The mark on my arm begins to glow. Shame my new regeneration powers didn't heal that. I force myself into a sitting posistion, as I brush the now matted red hair out of my face, and I wipe away what blood I can. I observe the dragon like daemon. It would seem my "master" has a job for me.

"Good, now, it seems we have competition! And if we aren't busy planning to backstab me to a pile of rot, or cry over petty love, we must regroup our own forces and rebuild our defenses. Bring the dead here and leave them in the blood pit, I shall try to find my other contractors because they seem to have their thumbs in their asses! I expected some form of competence, not a band of fools who expected glory for nothing! Tarkus, take Blood Reaper and find Morgorth, and you two, find Gareva. Calum, you seem to have not angered me, quite suprising that, go with Lyensa and Kaless to find Gavera, and report any incompetence to me through your 'psychic' link if you must do so. "

"Gah - Syrath, I wasn't serving him, simply asking him where the enemy needed to be destroyed. He may be of nurgle, but we all serve the chaos gods, and are all united against the imperium."

p_gray99 wrote:"Gah - Syrath, I wasn't serving him, simply asking him where the enemy needed to be destroyed. He may be of nurgle, but we all serve the chaos gods, and are all united against the imperium."

Syrath snatched Kaless up in his clawed grip and pulled her close, his sour expression showed only one thing;

"Girl, he is a rival Daemon, I don't care for unity or peace with the others, only unbridled Chaos and Anarchy, and if you aren't ready to fulfill my orders after signing a contract, we'll be ready to be a sacrifice upon my alter child."

Gareva

Gareva saw the tent and cultists gathering outside it being stopped by to Chaos space Marines. Gareva walked up to the entrance of the tent.
"HALT! Your not allowed in here!" One of them said, Gareva's lash wrapped around his neck and torn his head and spine out, the other grabbed his weapon but Gareva lifted his bolter and fired 2 shots through his head. Both guards lay dead and Gareva entered he saw Eldar, Dark Eldar, Female guardsmen and sisters of battle.
"Oh so much to choose from" He said as he looked at each one. He grabbed a red haired Eldar and Female guardsmen, he dragged them back to his tent for his pleasure.

Lynessa took the imperial girl with her towards the slaaneshi camp she ordered kaless to search for him from the skies.

''Come girl we don't all day!''

Kaless sighed. "As you wish, Syrath. So where am I allowed to attack? Surely we don't want the daemons of nurgle to capture the city and have all those prisoners as their own?"