"Go through that door way and move forward, you will reach my hanger and there are several drop ships. The hanger leads directly into the factory but there are hundreds of defensive batteries and fighters."

(A point on torture Kais. Torture does not nessecarily have to be pain, usually it is, but in the instance of chaos marines Torture is often the thing that is anathema to them, Sensationlessness for Slaanesh devotees, the healing of wounds for those of khorne. Antibiotics for those of nurgle, and warp inhibitors for those of Tzeentch. By taking away the gifts of thier false gods your torture them more than any pain could ever do.

Anyone?

Lucian feels anouther disturbance in the fabric of the dimension they were in and the unmistakable smell of the Lone Wolves.

He morphs back to his normal form before speaking again."Dont Worry, I know a good Pilot. and hes arriving just now. Do not tell the warriors who are coming of my condition any of you. I will tell them in my own time. And kill this fool, he has fufilled his duty."

He turns and walks towards the entranceway to the building and greets his brothers, the 4 lone wolves look a bit battered but are nonetheless happy to see him.
"Lucian, my brother it is good to see you. We had to override the drives on the Rune Priests lament just to get us in here."
'It is good to see you as well, Loke. Now, I'll do introductions when this is all over but at the moment I have a ship for you to fly, you think you can do that?"
"Thought youd never ask"

The four marines who have arrived look much the same as Lucian. Tibrus (Ribs) wields a combi melta and a frost blade, Frendi (Frendly) a frost axe and frost sword, Loke a plasmagun, and Gerwik a Mastercrafted Heavy Bolter.

The group moves through the corridors towards the hanger, apon destroying a set of blast shielded doors they enter the hanger. Inside sit five Chaos Drop Ships that sit silently undisturbed by daemons or Chaos marines, several weaponry crates and ammunition supplement machines are connected to the Walls.

"Lets get one of these things in the air."

The ships interior is strange, the cockpit is surrounded by flashing lights and multiple controls. The passenger area has several sets and bars for troops to sit or to hold onto, a pair of plasma turrets are connected to the sides of the ship.

Loke grins and sits in the cockpit. His hands dancing over the controls.
"They may be traitors but they know how to maintain a ship"
Lucian growls as he sits down, Beltayn looks at him strangely.
"I hate flying"

The ship takes off, the anti-gravity pods lifting it into the air. It departs from the hanger into the bowls of the hanger where the masses of Syrath's Warships, tanks, walkers and weaponry are manufactured. At the bottom of the factory are the millions of Syrath's servants marching towards portals of searing fire alongside Daemonic craft and machines;

[This is Sky Hawk 14, why have you entered this quadrant Sky Hawk 12? You do not have clearance to do so.]

Lucian takes the vox control and imitates the voice of the warrior they had just killed
[This is Sound Wave, the next time you tell me I'm not allowed to do something I'm going to rip your innards out and force you to watch as a fury of Chaos devours them, oh so very slowly. I believe that will be all]

[Yes....sir. Should I deploy a escort of fighters to escort you to our lord and saint?]

The snivelling Chaos marines is quite easily terrified by the words of Lucian.

(damn straight)

[that wont be nessecary, now get of the line you wretch!!]

[Yes...lord..]

The ship begins it's entry into the inner areas of Syrath's palace, the great feats of technology towering over his servants. Two massive statues of Syrath stand over a great gate way that opens to allow the ship entry into the palace of Syrath.

This is going to get interesting very quickly

Auvian Dalcassius and crew found a ravine with a spring an hour before dusk, remembering his vox in his pack Auvian gave orders to make camp and slowly placed the vox on the ground and with a sense of apprehension Auvian switched the channel to inquisitorial Vox "Can anybody hear me, this is Rogue Trader Auvian Dalcassius, we have recently come to this planet, are there any troops out there?"

(Your in the warp just to remind you, it's connected to the planet, please read my entry post for you again.)

The Vox is pure static attracting Daemonic furies who hiss and scream at the Inqusitor as they move towards him and his troops.

"He will be further in, keep moving, and keep that voice of yours handy, we will most probably still need it."

The Drop-Ship lowers as it enters another private hanger, the Wraith Guard disembark first finding no enemies or defenses just a empty hanger.

Beltayn exits the dropship with the wraithguard and looks around at the emptiness. He scowls.

"I feel we have walked into a trap."

He hears one of the space wolves inside answer him.

"There is an old saying from where I am from: The bear who sees the trap cannot be caught by it."

Beltayn shrugs as he and the wraithguard spread out.

There is a sudden shudder within the Hanger, door ways open and begin to deploy masses of unactivated Chaos-Drones. Strange machines carrying Bolters and Heavy Las-guns, they activate and move towards the Group quickly opening fire with short bursts. They are tall and are similar to their non mechanical allies, long horns crown their strange soulless heads.

(as a note I am a rogue trader who just keeps on getting drafted by the inquisition, hence my confusion lol)
Looking at the horde of daemons approaching Auvian pulled out his dual revolvers with a speed scarcely matched by Eldar veterans. "Alright kick those bloody tables over, put that autocannon on the bar, lets give these blighters a surprise they have yet to see" Auvian shouted above the noise of the turmoil coming in from outside. As fire poured out of the tavern into daemons the only thing Auvians Daemon numbed mind could think of was 'Where the feth are some Bac(cigarrette) sticks?'

The tavern was soon devoid of Daemonic flith, exept the bar tender which In reality was a small imp like daemon who had the inttelegenace not to threaten armed customers, with a shifty smile he hand a box of cigars to the Rouge trader;

"Finest in existence my man and If your looking for a combat booster I'm happy to provide drinks."

Slowly grabbing the cigars and sniffing them Auvian glared and said "Get some water and if you have them field rations, once you are done with that I highly suggest you leave." Handing a cigar to each of his men Auvian reloaded and nodded for his men to do the same. Hopefully he would be able to get back to imperial soil, and if not then at least a planet without daemons would more than do it.

"Oh no boy this is my bar, I ain't leaving but I'm happy to supply food and ammunition to you and your men you see. Now I have many a thing on my menu so find something and order, I may have eternity but I do have other customers. "

The Daemon hands him several large glasses of water;

"Enjoy."

Glaring at the imp Auvian holstered his weapons and said "Lets leave this tavern, its only a matter of time before some more of this freaks friends arrive." Auvian then opened the door to the tavern, hoping fate would be gentle to me.

The Imperials scuttled out of the tavern into the cobbled ally way, dim street lights flickered in the darkness representing the strength of Chaos here. The sounds of Daemonic forgers and black smiths could be heard for miles, the Imperials past several weaponry shops as they made their way through the city.

Gerwik makes short work of the machines with his heavy bolter, the diamond and promethium enriched shells eating at the lines like a scythe.

[Neuro Toxin inhibitors activated, Neuro Toxin activated.]

Green gas begins to fill the room, the Space Wolves and others place their helmets on. Gerwik looks to Lucian;

"Sh*t they're filling the place with Neuro Toxin, we better move when they realise that we have helmets. I'm guessing that they know about our tactics Lucian, legends say the Star Serpent spent years studying the arts of war."

Lucian puts his helmet on for the first time in months, and feels its comfortable weight settling on him. The rest of the space wolves do the same thing. Lucian looks around and sees the eldar doesnt have a helmet or other kind of visor.
His swearing is not without merit however it is his picking up of the Eldar and forced evacutaion of the place back to the dropship that is. The group sprints back to the dropship and Lucian deposits the Eldar on one of the benches.
Loke seals the ship and they wait out the gas.

"Lucian we are in a place without limit or physics, maybe since where probably doomed and will take our lives killing or maiming the Daemon should use a more direct approach. I believe Syrath's forces are occupied with a more pressing matter in the form of invading the inner web way, we filmed a small proportion of his armies en-route towards an Eldar construct. Billions of Daemons and War-Machines and that's not even a quarter of the army. I believe we should not wait and go straight towards him, we must defend Fernis Lucian."

"You are correct, but I would not have the nerotoxin kill the Eldar Tibrus. We can make our way... It is up to the Eldar and his allies if they follow."

"So are we just going to wait? We could go and fight the Daemon, he knows we are coming. Why do we not find him and end its foul existence? We simply have to leave the hanger and I'm guessing there is equipment for your Eldar friend here."

Beltayn shuffles around the cabin and eventually finds a rebreather mask which he puts on and tests.

"The daemon seeks to invade the Webway of my kin. I cannot allow him to do that. I agree with your ally Lucian, it is time we ended this." Beltayn turns to the Shas O' who has donned his helmet.

"I am sorry Shas O' but I am afraid this is where my employment to you ends. I must help my people and stop Syrath, the fate of empires hangs in the balance and we are the only warriors in the position to stop Syrath."

(lets wait for Kais... He should be a part of this.)

Yeah, now remember how I mentioned two characters would be returning. Anyone guessed who they are yet?

Marius and Mikal? Thier armour/chassiss are in the fortress are they not?

Syrath may have destroyed or caused the destruction of the body but the souls are his, just look in the right place.

blood reaper wrote:Syrath may have destroyed or caused the destruction of the body but the souls are his, just look in the right place.

Waitaminute...

Your not going to make us fight them are you???

Maybe, but Syrath keeps them in eternal torture. He does hate them, and has them fighting and killing each other constantly.

Oh gawd... we would be screwed... oh crikey this is gonna be hard work.

It will, try facing your own characters who Syrath keeps prisoner and empowered with Chaotic powers.

blood reaper wrote:It will, try facing your own characters who Syrath keeps prisoner and empowered with Chaotic powers.

*Ahem*

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU------

Even though I look forward to seeing Mikal again...not like this...

gah, Marius, I'm sorry bud... but I'ma have to beat you down

You will be able to free and control them after a hellish battle, should we move this disscusion to the disscusion thread.

uh huh.

Slowly the imperial progressed through the town with stealth that had been put to test time and again over the past year, finding an abandoned warehouse Auvian sat on a dusted over desk, 'This will have to do for a place to rest tonight' he whispered quietly. With all hope he could rest here for a few days and continue on, Emperor knows, he thought, these men could use a break

The soilders rest, the entire room full of crates and old machinery, the troops lie on old blankets while the Inqusitor watches the bleak sunset and the rise of a ghostly green moon and the howls of a wolf.

Hey guys, damn...

... I just heard I;m gonna be fighting a traitorous Hunter...

... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IC:

"I understand, Bel'tayn, . If I were in your position I would do the same. I need to find Atlas. He is one of my greatest friends now, and wherever he is, I think he needs me," Kais replies, raising his rail rifle. "I wish you luck in what you go to do. And, Lucias? Give him one from me, for Marius and Mikal."

The Drop Ship takes off, leaving the gas filled chamber and moving further into Syrath's Realm. They fly over hundreds of factories and weapon shops that constantly churn out new machines, the drop-ship soon flies over a massive arena where two Warriors battle but shakes. The Drop Ships right engine is struck by a cluster of missiles and begins to mpnose dive, within seconds the Drop-Ship crashes into a spire over looking the arena.....

"Bel'tayn? Lucian? Is everybody all right?" Kais asks desperately, finding Bel'tayn, and helping to bring him to his feet. "I advise we all get out of here as soon as possible. There will undoubtedly be Chaos soldiers sent to get us. And the ship doesn't look too good either. Come on, lets go!"

Beltayn comes to face down on the ground, around him the remainder of the dropship burned, its armor and inner parts having been thrown this way and that in the collision. He raised his head dizzily and tried to make sense of what happened, the last thing he remembered was getting a shouted warning that they were going to be hit and then spiraling in the air until the dropship impacted something huge.

Beltayn was helped to his feet by the Shas O' who talked to him, it seemed like from down a long hallway, distantly. Beltayn tried to shake the shock of the crash from his ears and stood up, dusting himself off, he was shaken but unbowed. He looked about, the wraithguard lay splayed out as well, most of them were able to get up but a few lay broken and twisted amongst the rubble and did not stir. Beltayn retrieved each of their soulstones and then rejoined the gathering group. He nodded at them.

"We may be down but we are far from out, I agree with the Shas O', lets go, Syrath is close."

One of the Space Wolves is shot several times through the chest, Loke's carcass is pushed away by an arriving Chaos marines who gun down the Space Wolves and knock out a dizzy Lucian. Shas takes a direct shot to the chest by a tall Chaos Space Marine, Hunter who fires another shot that tears through Bel'tyans shoulder.

Beltayn's eyes dart as Chaos Marines materialize around the group before they are able to leave and gun down some of the space wolves as well as Shas.

"Its an ambush!" Beltayn has time to yell before being hit in the shoulder and going down with the others. He holds his shoulder but looks up at Hunter who leads the chaos marines, an anger like not other fills Beltayn's veins.

"You, you traitor..." He says wincing from his shoulder wound

Hunter grabs the bleeding Bel'tyan by the scruff of his neck and raises his pistol to the Rangers head;

"Lord Syrath, we have them under our guard. What are our next commands my lord?"

Hunter eagerly awaited his masters commands;

[/Bring them to the beast chambers, time for one heck of a show!]


"Yes my lord, now bring these whelps to the beast pits and kill the Space Wolves except for the large one. He will be the guest of honor at the arena."


The Marines nodded and dragged the unconscious creatures to the pits.....

Lucian, Bel'tyan and Shas find themselves chained to the walls of a dark chamber. Several burning braziers that flicker with green flames and energy, Chaos marines stand guard at each edge of the chamber.

Lucian growls hungrily.
"IM GONNA RIP HIS HEAD OFF!!!"
He slams himself against the chains making the wall flex.

The Chaos marines laugh at Lucian as he rages. Beltayn himself scoffs at them. He looks around him at his surroundings and examines his chains as he speaks.

"Calm yourself Lucian, I am sorry about your brethren and I know how you feel, Syrath took my close friend as well..." He said sadly. "But you must focus, we all must focus, we still have each other and we can still get our vengeance..."

The Chaos marine guards continue to laugh at them, one looks at Beltayn.

"Hah! And tell me, Eldar, how do you plan on destroying the saint of Chaos from your shackled position?"

Beltayn looked the marine in the eyes and gave him a hateful look. "Oh, you will see soon, I promise you that much."

Chapter: 7 The Arena of Syrath

Event: Brother Against Brother, Wolf Against Wolf, Blade Against Blade


A blazing horn awakens the prisoners who are dragged from their chambers towards a massive steel gate, they are thrown onto the cold black ground. Around them are millions of daemonic spectators who cheer for more blood to be spieled in the arena of Syrath the Saint, and atop a massive spire stood the Daemon himself who raised his right arm and smiled. The crowed became quite as he stood up and spoke;


"My loyal servants, minions, allies and friends I bring you another night of entertainment in my arena! These fine Warriors even fought in my realm just to find little old me, isn't that just sweat. Now you see I'm really contempt with a game of good old Chess but today I thought that I should see out of all my foes who can become the greatest warrior here. I pit against them many challenges and old foes to see which one will survive, lets see shall we?"


A Large Dreadnought emerges from an entrance at the side of the Arena, its armour blacked by blood and damage but its all to familiar to the Shas'O and Lucian. Marius the Champion, now a foul and ancient contestant in Syrath's foul game and beside him Marius. A shadow of his former self, another gate opens to allow the Sorcerer Kremlin and Hunter emerge along with a bloody Atlas and Talon.



"Well this is going to be fun isn't it ladies and gentle daemons? I'm sure I have mortal guests and some others but that's when it gets complex, I'm serious I have over a hundred books with the names of my servants but anyway since this is a special night I thought as well as having takeaway food I'd let my guests choose a single item from my lovely private room. I love to collect things, your broken bodies included but now lets get ready to fight!"

The Tzeentchian Daemon looked up at Arrius, before uttering a final message.

"I shall send you to where you are needed most, Great One..." the Herald's facial features morphed themselves into what could be considered a smile.

====

Arrius felt his body fade from the materium, ebbing out of reality. However, something was different. His form was not amongst the currents of the Warp as he had expected. It had stopped. He could hear a loud roar. A roar which surrounded him. Suddenly, it dawned on him. A realm he was all to familiar with. He yelled at the Gods and cursed his master. The noise grew louder. He was not supposed to be here. He was not needed here. Within the heart of the Employer's Fleet, was where he had been expecting to materialise. The roar suddenly stopped. It had been silenced. A presence, one he could identify, had entered his location.

Arrius was no longer disorientated, and he could see clearly where he was. The centre of an Arena which was a reassuring sign to him. He saw his master, and let out a deafening roar of approval. At that moment, the crowd went wild with cheering. Their champion had returned.

[OOC: Have fun with that blood reaper. I'm sure you'll be able to find some way of fitting Arrius into this part of the story. Just be sure to give him a grand introduction ]

"I wonder who will be triumphant over my reigning Champion Arrius? Most of you are to pathetic to stand in his shadow let alone mine, still this will be most entertaining. Prepare the challengers for combat on the arena!"

A large gate way opens in the center of the arena which the Warriors each enter to find themselves within a massive chamber, stacked with Gold, Books and Ancient weaponry and armour. Syrath's treasuries main vault, only he had ever seen this place. Syrath appears but distances himself from the combatants and lands next to Arrius, twice the size of the Daemon Prince he looks down and smiles. He has changed allot since Arrius had last seen him, his eyes a blazing firestorm of calculating evil.

"Chose wisely, and remember. Don't drink my wine!"

Lucian looks hrough the room seaching for a weapon. Then his eyes halt. A single blade, truly huge at least 7 feet long, lays in the hands of a suit of aincient Terminator armour. The sigil of russ upon it. Lucian fees a great wrenching in his gut, this was the armour of their primarch. Syrath probably stole it from whoever killed the great Wolf... Lucian growled. The blade itself was glittering slightyl, as if it wanted to be a part of the coming battle. Lucian strode towards it, allowing himself to morph into his daemonic form. He takes the blade gingerly. It burns his hands as if they were on fire. Eating away the daemonic flesh. Lucian grips the handle of the weapon harder, allowing the weapon to purify him. Eventually the burning stops as his daemonic body throws out the last vestiges of Lucians old form as a barrier between itself and the holy blade. Lucian growl in the semi darkness as the runes along the blades edge catch his eye:
"Niffliem, you will to battle once more"

Hearing the Horn Auvian lept from his tattered bedroll in the corner of the old warehouse, with an urgent whisper he woke the rest of the men as the sentry came in to tell them of the activity going toward what appeared to be the center of this purgatory. "Alright guys stow your excess kit and grab your weapons" Auvian said as he belted on his weaponry wishing he still had his Gauss Flayer he had scavenged a year before from a tomb world he had been on due to an inquisitorial mission, 'oh well' he thought 'No use crying over broken guns'. Returning from his nostalgic thoughts he saw the group assembled with their weapons staring at Auvian, slightly unnerved by his complete loss of focus Auvian snapped "What are you waiting for, lets see what these freaks are going towards!" With that the squad departed the warehouse following the mob of daemons.

Beltayn listlessly wandered through the treasury, pondering his fate now that he was just a fighting pawn for a greater being's sport. The entire situation filled him with a cold fury that he had not ceased to feel since he had seen Ludias' lifeless body laying in the snow of the polar cap. Beltayn saw many treasures, including many from his own people and around the galaxy, weapons and armor from every species and alien in the galaxy lay in this chamber, all keepsakes for a being who has approached the power of a god.

A whisper echoed in Beltayn's ear, causing him to turn around at its call. At first he thought it was just more whispers of the Warp but after it had passed he realized it was far less sinister. There on a mantle in the midst of other treasures stood two items which got Beltayn's attention, He approached them slowly, the whispers continuing to filter into his ears as he got closer...

A torso section of a great set of armor sat there on the mantle and beside it lay an ancient diresword of the aspect shrine of the Dire Avengers and the chest piece's matching helmet. Upon closer inspection, Beltayn marveled at how old and pristine the three were, he surmised they must have all come from at least the time of his people's fall or perhaps even before then...He unbuckled the sheaths from his swords, lay his rifle aside, and took off his ragged cloak, wincing at his shoulder wound that had since been treated but still flared. He stood there in his simple hunting attire and took from the mantle the armor piece and put it on as well as the helmet. He then took in his reverent hands the diresword and examined its graceful form. Beltayn frowned, it was missing something. The base of the sword was missing the soulstone of the warrior that had come before Beltayn, the blade was incomplete, without the stone, what gave the sword its power was missing...

Beltayn became curious, he took from his pocket the revered fragment and examined how coal black it was, he carefully fit it into the base of the sword where the soul stone would go and said a quick prayer as he moved his hand from the sword blade. The fragment suddenly blazed to life, glowing orange and one by one the many ancient runes along the center of the blade began to blaze a fiery red in response to the spirit of the god within the stone. Beltayn smiled, thanking Khaine himself for the blessing. He saw the look that the now human Lucian gave him as he held onto the blade's great handle.

"Not many beings know this, I'm not even sure if I told Ludias but I was a member of the Dire Avengers before taking the path of the outcast..." He said examining the sword's runes "With you, Rage of the Bloody Handed, I will know again what it means to have battlelust." He whispered to the blade

(now we have a pair of truly truly epic weapons, origionally I was going to wield the blade of an avatar of Khaine but I realised you would want to do something along those lines, then I thought of Nifflhiem and everything fell into place)

The Blades flames force Syrath to shield his face, the Daemon snarls but does not attack. He simply re-assures himself of the coming battle, he would place them opponents that they could not best, as they where herded into the arena Syrath stood up;

"I shall announce the combatants they are;

Marius against Lucian,

Bel'tyan against Mikal,

Shas against Kremlin,

Any others may choose their own opponents after the first round, let the battle begin!"

Lucian explodes into his daemonic form but does not charge the dreadnought, fully aware of Marius's prowess.
"Brother, can you hear me in that shell of yours? I only wish for peace here... I do not wish to harm you, it is only that wretch in the stands that I want!!!"

The dreadnought takes a step backwards his hands on the Blade of Fenris. His massive echoing vox caster booms out
"We are naught but shadows now... What help could we possibly be?"

(Warork help me out with this)

The Daemons move towards a massive arena where the sounds of battle can be heard, Chaos hordes move towards the arena eagerly seeking bloodshed.

OOC: By the way guys, I call dibbs on fighting Hunter...

IC:

Kais shakes himself awake, as he is pushed into the arena. He looks down at his body. He had been stripped of his upper armour. There was a bandage on his chest, and he was feeling farly week.
But there was something inside of him which urged him to carry on.

Rage. Rage at Hunter, his closest friend, who had betrayed him for all this time. He would feel his wrath.

Then, he saw them, Marius, and Mikal, who were his greatest friends he could ever have had. They were here, and being forced to fight his newest allies.

Kais was brought back into reality by the sound of the horn, and the announcement of the competitors in this barren arena.

He was fighting Kremlin, who he vaguely remembered as being the sorcerer who he had seen when he was first in the Eye of Terror. He would need a weapon to fight him, so Kais looked around the arena, and lay his eyes on two weapons his his segment. There was a rail rifle, fairly near him.

That was his first target. So he ran towards the weapon, and grasped the the butt of the weapon with his hand, lifting it up, and feeling its weight. Funnily enough, this was his personalised rail rifle, which must have been taken off him, and planted in this arena.

"Why thank you Syrath."

He quickly looked around and saw the other weapon, a spear, that must have looked ancient. Bonded with the power of his ancestors, from when they were but tribal people.

He would need that weapon. But suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Kremlin coming towards him at a blazing speed, already chanting dark Chaos spells.

A plan was forming in his head, so Kais raised his rail rifle, took aim on Kremlins legs, and fired.

Kremlin falls back as the shot slams into the knee of the marine, its force shattering his knee cap and forcing the marine to balance with his Force Sword but does not stop. He raises his right arm and unleashes a barrage of purple and red energy bolts that barley miss the Shas'O, his left arm is partially burnt.

A smirk grows on Syrath's face, a dark and shadowy one that conveys his evil and sinister intentions. Hunter arrives along with his Chaos Space Marine guards each with unique armour taken from their foe, the helms of Dark Angels and Space Wolves;


"Lord Syrath the portal has opened, Commoragh is under attack as we speak. I have my troops on their way to secure target Vect while the Sycroth have begun their conversion of the Incubi Shrines."


Syrath smiles and turns to Hunter;



"You have been a good servant Hunter, I believe you should be gifted for your loyalty thought the years."


Hunter rises into the air, his body explodes into a new form. His massive Daemonic body almost crushes the other marines, his horns curved and his dark blue skin rippling with Daemonic maws.

Kais grunts with the pain, but quickly strafes to the right and runs forward, pacing towards the ancient Tau spear.
Kremlin fires more shorts towards Kais as he runs, most missing him but one catches the side of his leg, and while it causes no real damage, it makes him roar out in pain, and fall, smashing into the ground, right beside the spear.

"I remember you," Kremlin says, his dark form swooping towards Kais, to rest beside his body. "You were the young Shas'ui who caused me all that trouble here not that long ago now. You were a major part in destroying the Titan. Now, I will feast on your-"

"No. No you won't," Kais says slowly, getting up, and removing the ancient spear, slowly, from Kremlins chest.

"What? How?" Kremlin asks, astounded the spear could cause mortal damage.

"This spear is marked with ancient powers of my race. I should know that, it belonged to my father. Passed down my every generation. Syrath must have got his hands on it, somehow," Kais says proudly, picking up his rail rifle with his other hand, and putting it to Kremlins head. "Now, tell me, what Chaos god do you serve?"

OOC: Uhhh...

... I still want to fight Hunter...

"Lord....Tzeentch...you foul being....I shall end you!"

Kremlin tries to slam his Blade into Shas's arm but the Tau side steps him and forces the blade right through the Chaos Sorcerers right lung and slams the spear through the spine of the Tzzentchicn servant. He groans in pain as he lies bleeding and desperately gasping for air.

"Then you shall return to him," Kais says, firing his rail rifle, aiming for Kremlins head, ending him. "Wretch."

He then disregards Kremlins blood-stained corpse, and looks around, trying to get a glimpse of Marius, Mikal, Bel'tayn, and Lucian.

(OOC) I believe we should wait till the others return.

OOC: Cool cool...

... and that was a quick fight...

... shows you not to feth with gladiator Kais...

This is why Tau do better in CC than ranged combat

Thier epic in both...

... Kais is more of a fast hunter...

... well, he has the instincts of one...

Warork, your back, we can continue...

... I expect an epic fight...

We have to wait till he posts.

I know that, don't worry...

... hehe, I still love my epic fight...

... dammit, keep making typoes...

OOC: Yep, I'm back, give me a few minutes...

Beltayn heard his name announced with that of another warrior who stood on the other end of the arena as the crowd roared for blood to be spilled. He faced the warrior, a Mon keigh in terminator armor, wielding a simply massive power sword colored ice blue in his hands. The man had a haunted look in his eyes as he stared down Beltayn and raised his sword. Beltayn's mind raced at the man's name. Mikal? He had heard that name somewhere...

The two beings circled each other. Beltayn's eyes darted from behind his crested helmet as he held the diresword which growled in the anticipation of blood. He saw the disgusting daemon form of Lucian facing off against another space wolf, this time a huge venerable dreadnaught. Beltayn shuddered, he was glad that he had been given this Mon Keigh to fight and not the death machine. As the two circled each other, anticipating the fight, Beltayn spoke.

"You are the great Mikal Halfblood are you not?" He asked. The other warrior hesitated in surprise.

"How do you know who I am Eldar?" He asked with curiosity.

"You and the one named Marius were the heroes of a saga I heard from a Farseer...perhaps you know her?"

"Knew her...she fell to the Darkness with Marius and was slain when I took his life."

"So I have heard, the thing I do not know is how the saga tells of you both falling that day in the snows of Fenris and yet here you stand before me."

Mikal's expression became bitter and angry, he revealed white fangs with a snarl. "The power of Syrath is great, greater than either I or Marius could stop." He said sadly.

"That is where you are wrong." Beltayn said with conviction. "No being is immortal, no being is invincible, Syrath is the same, you cannot defeat him because you have convinced yourself of his victory."

Beltayn barely had time to dodge around the warrior's lunge, the sword came perilously close to his helmet's crest and Mikal's backswing but him off balance so that he could not attack, Beltayn had to jump backwards to get away from another strike and brought his sword up to meet the giant sword of Mikal's Beltayn looked into Mikal's eyes, he saw pain and anger and bile all welling up in his expression.

"How would you know?! How would you know of what I have suffered?! I was once a great warrior of the Emperor, Marius was my best friend and mentor and I had to kill a piece of myself in order to slay him! Do you know what it is like to kill the only true friend you'd ever known?!" Mikal screamed as he swung his word and Beltayn lithely parried, finding no opening in the Mon keigh's defense. Beltayn backed away and gave himself some space from the terminator armor clad warrior. He panted but he was unbowed.

"No, I cannot say that I have, but I have lost the only friend I ever knew!" He yelled back. The suddenness of his voice took Mikal off guard but he didn't show it. "I don't know you, have only heard of you and your friend in story, but I am telling you now that there is no need for us to fight each other, Syrath took your friend away from you, Syrath caused all of your suffering, Syrath is the bastard we both should be fighting!"

Mikal shook his head, tears almost welling in his eyes. "I've tried, Emperor knows I've tried, there is no beating that daemon, he has eyes and ears everywhere, I've killed him more than once with my own hand and he just comes back each time. There is no beating him, there is no choice."

This time Beltayn launched the attack with a flurry of blows that Mikal could barely parry and get out of the way of. Beltayn's sword seemed to blaze with fury and growl or snarl every time the two blades struck, steam poured from their strikes as they fought, faster and faster became Beltayn's blows so fast in fact that Mikal could not keep up and seeing this tried to escape the Eldar warrior but was caught off guard by Beltayn's next swirling move which put Mikal off balance and sent him flying onto his back. Flashfreeze flew from his grip and as he tried to rise, he found the Eldar's sword at his neck, he looked up into Beltayn's blazing eyes and found a surprising amount of determination there.

"There is always a chance and there is always a choice my friend."

You have all the time in the world mate, for one of your posts...

Syrath keenly watched as Mikal was at his feet, he was irritated. The Eldar should have finished him by now, an easy blow would have looped of the head of the marine and ended him. He snarled and called up the newly ascended Hunter who bowed to Syrath;

"Yes my lord? What are my orders great one?"


"Kill the Wolf, and end the Eldar and then the Shas'O and make it bloody."

Hunter jumps down onto the arenas floor and charges towards the Eldar and Wolf.....

IC:

Kais spotted Bel'tayn and Mikal, who seemed to talk at first, before engaging, and starting a brutal fight.
This was wrong. They were being forced to fight people who should be thier allies and friends. He needed to think of a way to stop this. To put an end to all of this madness.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the Hunter, who seemed to be "blessed" with the powers of a Daemon, jump down, and begin to charge towards Mikal and Bel'tayn.

He had to stop him.

So he ran, pacing towards the battle, his ancient spear in one hand, his personalised rail rifle in the other.

"Bel'tayn! Mikal!"

Kais fired a shot at Hunter, the rail rifle blast making a neat large hole in his wing, before charging, and impaling him with his spear, rising him into the air, as if he was a trophy from a daring hunt.

"You will pay for your treachery, old friend."

Hunter slams his fist into the Shas'Os head causing him to fall and is grabbed by the neck by Hunter who snarls and sniggers;

"None of your friends will survive, you will become pawns in Syrath's arena!"

A blazing red blade arcs and slices through Hunter's deformed and powerful wrist, it is accompanied by Beltayn's leaping form that lands inf front of the now one handed Hunter and points his blade at the monster.

"We trusted you traitor! May your soul burn in the hall of rending fro what you have done!" He shouts in challenge as Hunter roars in pain.

"He is no traitor." A voice says sadly from Beltayn's side. He is surprised to see Mikal standing next to him with a cold fury in his eyes. "This being is not the same one that died on the Titan for us, its body may be the same, but just as Marius was taken from me, so has Hunter been taken from you, Shas O'. By the way it is good to see you again although I wish it had not been so."

Hunter laughs and sniggers;

"I never did, Syrath plotted and organized the entire thing! Syrath possessed Imperial officers and had you sent into the Eye, he stole Marius from reality and destroyed the Titan. I served him well, my Alpha Legion training did me well didn't it? Friendship and legends make it easy to manipulate fools like you, I conducted the Chaos Marines on Fenris. Who do you think had them lose? You? No I did, Kremlin would have probably succeeded. Your Legends, stories and actions are all false!"

"It is excellent to see you too Mikal, although definately not like this," Kais says emotionally, turning back towards Hunter, pointing his spear at his neck, slowly pushing it forward, drawing Chaotic blood from his neck. "It pains me to say this, but he is not like you. He has caused dours and Marius' demise. He must have been feeding Syrath information all this time, and I must be the one to end it."

Suddenly, Mikal lunges towards Bel'tayn, who is barely able to dodge the attempted strike.

"I am deeply sorry, Eldar, but Syraths control is too great. We must battle."

Beltayn's and Mikal's clash is hard and brutal. Beltayn lithely jumps and skates to the sides, scoring many marks across Mikal's armor and hitting him in a few of its weak points. Mikal retaliates with angry snarls and forceful but controlled swings of his mighty cracking sword. Beltayn finds it hard to dodge each swing and is nicked many times along his armor, arms and legs. Finally, after a few minutes of almost fanatic fighting the two back away from each other panting and stare into eahc other's eyes in challenge. Both warriors are bleeding and bruised but neither refuse to back down.

Finally, with a bellow, Mikal charges with his sword held overhead. Beltayn launches himself at his attacker coming in with a horizontal strike. The two collide for a brief moment and then spin away staggering, both sporting huge slashes across their chest armors, blood poured from each wound. Beltayn stood panting and wounded as Mikal thumped forwards in his heavy armor, but at the last moment he falls to the ground and moans, cursing Syrath for his misfortunes. Beltayn swallows some air and staggers to Mikal who lays bleeding in the dirt. He points the blade at Mikal's neck and holds it there, hesitating.

"Go ahead." Mikal groaned. "Do it and release me from this hell." Beltayn shoo his helmeted head.

"I am not going to kill you, and you are not going to kill me." He said as he held his chest. "Neither of us want to kill each other so we are not going to try any longer." He commanded. Mikal laughed wearily.

"Someone has to die today." He said simply.

"Then let it be Syrath." Beltayn says.

Mikal rises with a snarl. "I have told you Eldar, there is no killing him."

Beltayn shakes his head, he lowers his sword and spreads his arms, raising his voice to the crowd. "Who am I talking to? Your name is recorded in sagas, sagas that despite what Syrath's servants tell you, they mean something. Everything we do means something! All of our victories and all of our struggles, all the wounds we've taken and all the things we've killed, they all mean something! Syrath doesn't want you to think that because he's scared of you, scared of us, of what we can accomplish if we work together! You are a Space Wolf, Mikal! You took an oath to seek out the darkness and destroy it in life and in death! So tell me now, will you spend eternity fighting Syrath or fighting for him?"

Mikal's expression was saddened, he looked at the crowd around him and up to the stands where Syrath sat with a grin. He scowled and spat into the dirt near his foot, wincing from his wounds. Mikal lifted flashfreeze in one hand and pointed it at Syrath.

"Are you not entertained?! Well no longer! I once made an oath that while I still drew breath I would see your ashes tossed to the void and by my soul that is what shall be done! I may no longer be in the Chapter, I may no longer be a Space Wolf, but I am a Space Marine of the Emperor and I will not answer to you!"

Mikal turned his attention to Hunter who was still battling the Shas O' he snarled and launched himself at Hunter, vaulting and grabbing hold of the daemon prince's backside and slashing with his sword.

Beltayn stood and watched Syrath's expression with growing amusement. He spoke to the Greater Daemon in the stands. "Displeased? Good, this has only just begun."

(Alright Tyranic is wide open now, do your thing and lets end this gak... )

Lucian watches the Dreadnought carefully, searching for some kind of indication as to the Dreadnought's next move. Somehow he knew that signal would never come, the dreadnoughts body was not of flesh and blood. It could change its motions in an instant and perform motions that would rend a mans joints asunder. So when Marius snarled and charged forwards the blade of Fenris flicking forwards it was only a split second before Lucian could block it.

Nifflhiem darted down and blocked the lunge, just. The Dreadnought growled and spun, his torso rotating around his waist and Lucian had to raise his own blade in defense. The blade of Fenris slammed into Niffhiem with such force that the echoing boom that came from the blow made cracks appear in the arena floor. Lucians daemonic form was quite capable of matching the strength of the Dreadnought, but if the machine was any faster then Lucian would have already lost his head. It was all he could do to defned himself as the massive Deadnought's blade hammered home again and again. The booming reports from each strike drove spinters of rock deep into the ground as the shockwaves literrally threatened to flatten the other combatants.

The Dreadnought kept swinging, and Lucian was forced to go on the defensive blocking and parrying as much as he could, ducking those that were to awkward to get to. The Dreadnought refused to tire and its constant rain of blows was beginning to strain even the supernatural body that Lucian now possessed. Lucian could grimly appreciate how efficient and deadly the old Wolf was, with a body that was insanely strong and fast and did not tire the Dreadnought could keep up its barrage of blows indefinitly. And indeed Lucian found himself tireing at a rat ethat truly worried him. The power of the Dreadnoughts blows were so immense that Nifflhiem flexed with every swing. The blade threatening to shatter in the daemons grasp.

Lucian backpedaled furiously, forcing the Dreadnought to over reach. And just like that the battle changed, Lucian found his second wind and went on the offensive, His blade darting as fast as he could make it. Making the Dreadnought concentrate more on blade position than Lucian would ever have to. The dreadnought was unable to doge Lucian attacks and so was forced to use every inch of supernatural speed that it possessed in weaving a web of steel and adamant so fine that Nifflhiem was unable to find purchase. Lucian shifted his technique and his attacks became broader strokes followed by smaller feints and jabs. Marius was now using every ounce of skill he had, changing sword hands frequently and sometimes even letting go of the sword entirely as his torso spun around to use the flat of the Dreadnought's hands to diflect Lucians attacks only to catch the swords and bring it around for anouther blocking motion.

The Dreadnought and daemon fought furiously backwards and forwards occaisionally circling for what felt like an age. Lucian soon came to realise that his body wasn't actually tireing it was just his mind not used to coping with so much power and was unable to use it fully. Understandably Marius took full advantage of the Daemon prince's unfimilarity with his body adn began to throw in moves that forced the Daemon to jink out of the way, even at one point use his wings to flip completely over the Dreadnought exchanging blows with it in midair.

As the battle raged on the racks in the arena floor became more and more pronounced, soon parts of the floor jutted upwards and Marius began to find his footing unsteady and had to pay more attention to where his feet were going giving Lucian the upper hand. Slowly the Daemon prince's attacks broke through the near impenetrable web of steel of the Dreadnought and one swing caught the Dreadnought's hand knocking the blade of Fenris out of the machines grasp.

Lucian roared in triumph and slammed his massive insectile foot into the Dreadnoughts chest armour knocking him to the ground, whereupon Lucian stood on the Dreadnoughts chest with one massive foot.

"You are beaten old wolf... Submit"

A treat for you all... a showcase of their swordplay skills

OOC: Now just for me to finish Hunter...
... I will do it, don't worry, its Kais' job to finish his old friend...

Syrath lands next to Marius and Lucien, he smiles at the defeated Marius and turns to Lucien who he pushes down with his psychic powers and grabs him by the head. He pulls him up and pushes him towards towards the massive Daemons face, his flaming eyes almost burning the Wolves fur off. Syrath smirks;

"Excellent, your prowess is great. Replace him and join my side Lucien, please and I will let your friends go and survive the coming storm. Do you accept? Or must you join the many bones that dot this arena with Marius and Lucien?"


Hunter throw's Shas off him and grabs him by the neck, he punches the Shas in the stomach braking one of the Taus ribs before tearing of the Shas'Os mask and hissing at his bear face;

"I will make you a trophy fool, a Skull to join the others!"

OOC:

Working on a post, will be up soon...

IC:

Kais stepped back as Mikal tackled Hunter, bringing him to the ground. He watched as Mikal struggled to finish Hunter, but was pushed back high into the air, and Hunter got up, directing his attention towards Kais.

"Lets finish this then, Shas'O. My old friend."

Kais brought up his rail rifle and fired a quick shot which pushed Hunter back, who yelped, but quickly regained his posture, and brought up his massive Chaos runed sword, ready to inflict a devastating wound on Kais.
But he was ready for it. He dodged, and took advantage of Hunters unbalance, to swing out his foot, forcing Hunter to slam into the ground. Kais turned, and readied his spear, for when Hunter would get up and engage him in battle again.

"Get up, so we can finish this."

"As you wish."

Hunter leapt to his feet, and unleashed a flurry of quick attacks on Kais, who could barely manage to deflect them. He returned it with his own lunge, that Hunter blocked withh finesse, and kicked out, sending Kais sprawling into the dust.

"This is why I went with Syrath, Kais. Because you and your pitiful race are not nearly powerful enough to come up against us. You are weak, without skill, and you will never be able to match me in a fight, let alone Syrath.

"I might not be, alone," Kais said slowly, looking up into Syraths Daemonic face. "But together, we are."

Suddenly, Hunter felt unbelievable pain as a blade was jammed inbetween his ribs, and he turned to see Mikal, twisting the blade in his lungs, before slowly pulling it out.

"We all trusted you, Hunter, and you were Kais' best companion, yet you threw it all away. You deserve this."

Hunter took out his sword, and tried a quick attack against Mikal, who responded with a skillful block, before slamming his powerwsword into Hunter's, which sent it spinning away to land in the dust.

"You fool! None of you can defeat me," Hunter cried with fury, slamming his fist into Mikals head, sending him to the floor, in a heap.

He turned to see Kais attempting an attack, but quickly drew his chaotic dagger, and stabbing Kais in the gut, before raising him into the air, and bringing his face closwer towards his own.

"It seems fitting for I to be the one to end you, Shas'O."

"No," Kais said, gasping for breath, blood seeping from his wound, around the dagger. "But this does."

Kais used all the remaining strength he had, to bring up his spear which was still in his hand, and shove it deep into Hunters throat, who immediately let go of him, and desperately tried to pull the spears head from his neck, gurgling, blood pouring from where the weapon had pierced his skin.

Kais picked up his rail rifle, and brought it up to Hunters chin.

"Very fitting... indeed..."

He fired a shot, and Hunter was dead.

He fell onto the floor, all the energy gone from him, and the pain from hiss gut pulsing around his body. If he didn't get help soon he would be a goner.
It was bad, he was probably dying, but he knew there was something else to be done. So he looked, and saw Syrath hoolding Lucian, taunting him, and Kais picked up his rail rifle, perhaps for the last time, and looked down his sights, at Syraths head, for one last sht, if just to buy some time...

Syrath screeches and grabs his neck.

While a normal shot would not have generally not hurt Syrath this connected with his neck and almost severed, he grips his neck and turns his attention away from Lucien and Marius to the Shas'O Kais. The Daemon roars and fires a bolt of energy that tares through the Shas'Os stomach and bladder, shattering bone and flesh within seconds of impact. The Daemon fires another bolt that shatters his elbow and brings him to his face;

"You shall die Tau, along with the rest of your pathetic race."

OC:

Kais is pretty much dead...

... if he survives it'll be cool, but I just wanted to kill him so that he isn't turned to Chaos...

... but I suppose he'll at least die a hero...

... and at least its fitting he dies after defeating his greatest ever friend-gone foe...

IC:

Kais roars out in pain, but he still hangs on. He must hang on...

... this fight isn't over.

These blasts would have immediately killed any other of his race, but he has had enough cybernetic implants, which allows him to hang on just for a little bit longer.

"If I go down... I will take you with me.. wretch..." Kais barely manages to say.

He raises his rail rifle withh his unharmed arm, and fires multiple shots that tear through Syrath just as the last one did, tearing his flesh from daemonic bone.

Syrath snarls but pushes his claws into the Shas'Os stomach, he tears large amounts of flesh from the Tau's stomach and continues to do so until Shas can barley breath;

"You cannot kill me! You could never you foul and pointless thing!"

IC:

"Just... try... me..."

Kais put his rail rifle up to Syraths face, and fired continually, blast after blast tearing his brains and flesh apart.

And then, Kais dropped his rail rifle, fell onto the flor, and slowly, his eyes closed.

There were but a few words that were audible coming from his mouth, as the life was drained from him...

For the greater good...

Syrath's little remaining flesh begins to slowly regenerate, he raises his staff and forces his staff down shattering Shas's spine and breaking him in half and bursting into an insane laughter;

"Dead! Your foolish Tau companion is dead fools, I will take his broken body as a trophy to remind you of my power!"

The Daemon grabs the dead Tau's body and waves it in the air as the Daemonic crowds scream and laugh.....

OOC:

Reaper...

... thats just adding insult to injury...

And its fun! (INSANE LAUGHTER)

You mean...

Prey

Instinct

Hate


Atlas had spent hours on the cold slab of a Haemoncuili's operating table and had suffered horrid surgery, but that was the price. His arms and legs had been broken by Syrath, his mind twisted and horribly maddened. He had given most of his soul collection to the Haemoncuili and had flown to the highest spire in Commoragh he could find and made his nest with Talon and his allies, he had learned to fly quickly. He had to do so in order to survive and had learned the ways of the Scrouge, his instinct and powers served him well and he had fashioned himself a collection of new weapons. He landed onto one of the spires of Syrath's arena and looked down, Shas lay dead.

Avenge

Destroy

Vendetta

IC:

Atlas would become sane again, but for now, he had to sate his bloodlust. He would enter the arena, fight like he had never fought before, with his newfound weapons and abilities, and eventually fight Arrius...

... and then... and then...

... Syrath...

"Spectators of the arena! I come to avenge my companions defeat! I come to do battle with the best champions Syrath has to offer! And I will then destroy him!"

There you go Syrath, I am putting on a little show for you, but soon these... people, will be viewing your own demise...

Atlas jumped up into the air, before diving down to the floor of the dusty arena, before landing gracefully on his fee, drawing his venom coated daggers, and charged into battle.

Syrath was caught off guard allowing Atlas a great advantage, his still bleeding wings pumped steroids into his system as he plunged the venom blades into the Great Daemons flesh and tore them out again. He flew back and opened fire with his Splinter Carbine causing Syrath to move away and shield himself from the venomous darts, he fired several bolts of energy which missed Atlas and allowed Atlas a valuable counter attack.

OOC: Ohh, and just for convenience, Atlas' daggers are attached to his wrist-bracers...

IC:

"Your time is up Syrath! Kais was kind enough to help us out by hurting you, and now we can finish the job!"

Atlas rolls under Syraths attempted block, and bring his daggers up to stab Syrath in the neck, before ripping them out, and flying into the sky, taking out his splinter carbine to fire down on Syrath.

Suddenly, a loud fwoom is heard as Talon, Havoc, and Poison all fly into the arena, attacking Syrath with a flurry of quick strikes.

Syrath's body begins to fall apart, his flesh shatering under the constant poison attacks, Poison grabs onto his horns and stuffs a melta bomb inside his head. It explodes breaking large sections of Syrath's head, he falls and teleports away leaving Daemonic crowds cheering and shouting for bloodshed. The door ways dotting the arena open allowing several Hive Tyrants and Tyranid warriors...

"Good co-ordination Talon, now let us face the oncoming threat," Atlas says, before leaping into the air, and swooping towards the oncoming Tyranids, slashing and hacking as he goes.

The Tyranid Warriors are cut down after heavy splinter fire that reduces them to piles of twisted and molten flesh while the Hive Tyrants begin to slow but charge forward when the Scrouge's try to swoop in, more Hive Tyrants move through more door ways concentrating on the winged Eldar.

Mikal and Beltayn both watched with astonishment as the winged Dark Eldar swooped into the arena with bat like wings and hammered Syrath with a series of blows. As the daemon fell apart and the arena doors opened, Mikal tried to rush forward to get to Shas' lifeless body but Beltayn held him back.

"It is too late, he is dead Mikal, he died for us so that we may live to finally kill that daemon."

With one last reluctant look towards Shas' Body as it was swarmed by tyranids, Mikal nodded sadly. "Farewell my friend, may you find peace in oblivion." He said and then retreated with Beltayn back towards Lucian and Marius who were both righting themselves from each other's and Syrath's assaults.

"We now have a common enemy, one that wants us all dead, damn these petty squabbles and let us work together!" Beltayn says as the two warriors group up with the other two.

"He is right, we have bigger problems now." Mikal said, pointing towards the Tyranid swarms coming at them. All four warriors brace themselves as the gibbering hordes come on and as the two sides meet, Tyranid bodies fly, cut into pieces by swords and blasted by weapon blows as the the three warriors and the dreadnought fight a sea of chitin and push through towards where the dark eldar fight.

Beltayn's sword blazes orange in his hands and gently smokes with the rage of battle, tyranid ichor dripping from it as he slices open a tyranid warrior from shoulder to legs in a diagonal swipe. Everything seems to be in slow motion as he fights, the tyranid's blows coming much to slow and predictably. Whispers from the sword, whispers uttered in a growling voice demanded Beltayn release its spirit. Beltayn laughed as he slew...

Soon he thought, soon you will have your freedom and Syrath will regret ever crossing the Eldar kind...

Bel'tyan rises and begins to burn and re form, he falls and becomes a fiery demi-god that crushes Daemons with his massive fiery blade that slices apart into burning chunks and ash. Syrath's Tyranid servants are utterly devastated as the Avatar of Khaine who crushes the on coming foe, his fiery form burning apart any Tyranid that comes close.

The surging masses of tyranids separates each warrior from each other and Beltayn found himself surrounded on all sides by Tyranid warriors and gaunts. His body is a flurry of slashes and he is covered by both his own blood and that of the xenos. His muscles do not tire and neither does his fiery spirit as he carves his way through the ranks, but even as he does so, more and more tyranids mount up on all sides. Just as he thinks he is about to be overrun by chitinous bodies, an electric tang filters into the air around him and he smells strong ozone as reality rips in two next to him to form some sort of gate. The tyranids were thrown back by its opening and Beltayn looked into it. He recognized it as a webway gate...

Wraithbone figures stride out and Beltayn recognizes them as the wraithguard he had seen earlier, there are many of them which surround him with weapons and keep the tyranids back with blasts from their cannons, still there are more that surround him in a tighter circle with no weapons, they just sit there humming but Beltayn can hear them speaking in his mind in many great whispers.

It is time for the Young King to meet his destiny...

He holds the sword that shook the heavens...

And now he will shake the earth...

You may win, you may lose, but one thing is certain...

Blood will be shed in the name of the Bloody Handed God...

And you will be his weapon to do so...

Beltayn looked at the wraithguard around him and a smile came to his face, he nodded.

"Yes, yes, anything to bring Chaos low."

One who has gone too far down his path is needed...he must be lost to himself and privy only to death...

"I am one who is such, I have been so for a long time...lost on the path of the outcast..."

Then today you shall be vindicated in that choice, Beltayn the Longbow...

As the wraithguard kept the Tyranids at bay, the circle of weaponless wraithguard began to chant and Beltayn himself began to pray, taing off his helmet and throwing it aside as he looks to the sky.

"We are Eldar kind! Today we call upon the strength of the Bloody Handed to give us his form and his fury! Hear us Kaela Mensha Khaine, hear us and be free to slaughter those who would enslave your people!" Beltayn shouted to the sky and raised his sword to the sky.

The sky darkened, the crowd became silent, the fighting even halted, the tyranids being cowed by the sudden energy in the air, everyone looked to the only source of light in the now darkness. The now blazing diresword roared of its own accord, the fragment blazing white hot. The fire that sparked from its blade grew as the wraithguard chanting became louder, the flames engulfed Beltayn's arm and then his torso and then his body until his entire being was blazing a mixture of red, orange, yellow, and white. The brightness of his figure grew to a tremendous size, so much so that everyone were forced to avert their eyes at its brightness. The closest tyranids were burnt to a cinder and ashes and finally, just as the brightness threatened to reach the intensity of a star, it began to lessen...

Beltayn had been replaced by a towering giant of magma armor and fiery head crest. In his left hand it held a long spear that was engulfed in flames and had a long blade at its end which glowed bright orange and red like hot iron. The being itself burned from the inside out where its lava core kept it white hot and gave off tremendous amounts of heat. His right hand was coated and dripped crimson blood, a never ending reminder of conflicts long passed...

He was the Avatar of Khaine and he sought blood...

The wraithguard bowed in respect to the living god and got on their knees as the burning god walked past them, leaving burning footprints where he walked. His spear lashed out in waving arcs as he roared, sending Tyranid bodies into oblivion by the dozen...

The Avatar bellowed for a challenge, a worthy challenge to his might...

Coraks crashed into the ground, in one hand a mighty battle axe and in the other a mace of strange design. As he moved forward he swung his Axe towards the Avatar and his Wraith Guard, forcing some to the ground before entering a defensive stance and roaring praises to Khorne;

"Come!"

You trying to one up me Warork? The avatar? Sigh. Ah well,

(IC) Lucian steps back from the massive burning effigy thqat is the Avatar of Khaine. His friend was gone, in his place stood a titanic construction designed only to kill.

Lucian was quite frankly, a bit miffed.
"KIll stealer!!!!"
Marius having risen to aid the warriors in thier battle, on thier side now having been beaten by Lucian looked at the massive warrior and sighed
"There is nothing quite like having a new body to experiment with. Good luck Eldar, we shall deal with the others.

With that Lucian and Marius scale the walls of the arena Marius using the Autocannon from his back to obliterate anyone who tried to knock them off (Remember Marius's dreadnough body had been modified to have more agile legs, that would allow him to climb like this). When they get into the stands all hell breaks loose as the two warriors of Russ begin to shred the enemies the find there.

Slowly Lucians body begins to change, his daemonic limbs become less smooth and soon fur begins to grow along them, his mandibles morph together and fuse into the muzzle of a wolf, his insectile hands take on the shape of fur backed astartes hands, massive astartes hands, that have 4 inch claws extending from each finger.

His wulven form returns to him, his constant fighting against the corruption in his spirit and his own personal faith and mental will purges the daemonic from his system, leaving in its place a titanic humanoid wolf. The battle against Marius Ichorskin purified his mind and soul, the battle against the wolf lord absconding him of his sins. And so his natural form shinesw through. The Wulven is just as powerful as the daemonic form but far far pureer.

Marius observes the changes happening and his mind soars. His new friend had managed to purge the daemon from his body and soul. He was truly proud.

OOC: Kill stealer? thats a good one...

one up ya? Nah man, just thinking big...dont worry, you still got Mikal to pal around with...

"KILL THEM ALL!"

Syrath drops down and snarls at Marius and Lucian, he draws his staff and forms a energy field around himself and raises his Axe. The Large battle axe pulses with unholy energy and releases a blast of white pure energy that almost utterly destroys Marius but passes him by inches, the Daemon smirks and laughs as he throws the corpse of the broken Shas'O to Marius and Lucien's feet and laughs before firing another bolt of energy that slams into the Space Wolves.

Mikal had followed the older space wolves up into the stands where the crowd heaved and scattered at their approach, now frightened by the spectacle before them. The three easily fought off the tyranids and daemon guards that followed them but Syrath was much more powerful than them. He sent blasts into the stands that could have easily killed all of them if they hit. But the wolves were quick on their feet, they were able to dodge the assaults. Marius, even with the streamlined body that he had, found it hard to move his bulk quickly enough to dodge the attacks.

One bolt went straight at him, Mikal saw it and knew Marius would not be able to move fast enough to prevent it from destroying him. He dove forwards with a shout of warning and sliced his sword into the momentum of the bolt. The two collided and sent Mikal sprawling but the bolt had been deflected back at Syrath. Mikal lay amongst the debris and got to his feet groggily, he held in his hand the pommel of the sword which was smoking and blackened, but the blade had been destroyed. Mikal looked at it sadly.

"Faithful companion you have been, but your time has come just like it had for all of us..." He said and threw the handle away into the debris of the stand and rejoined his fellows...

Meanwhile, Coraks and the avatar fought in the midst of the arena, their blows echoes loudly as each tried to best each other, Coraks shouting to Khorne and the avatar roaring nonsensically in rage. They traded swipes over and over, each looking for an opening in the other's defenses. Coraks came in with his axe and mace while the avatar deflected with the staff of his spear. Finally, the Greater daemon overextended himself and was punished with the pommel of the wailing doom's spear across his jaw that sent him reeling. With a loud bellow and a furious charge, the avatar came in with and uppercutting strike into Corak's midsection and impaled him with the spear. The blazing blade burned the daemon's guts as he was hoisted into the air and thrown out of the arena over the stands with a might heave. The avatar raise his spear in triumph and turned to Syrath, pointing at him with his dripping hand.

"I grow tired of playing with your servants Syrath! Face me now and at least offer me an honorable death!" The avatar shouted through its fanged maw and charged Syrath with the intent of slicing him in two.

Syrath leaves the Space Wolves and hovers over the arena, his ghastly gaze searching for a target. He sees the Avatar and does not attack but merely laughs before pulling out a large device from his robes and begins to fiddle with the device before dropping it in the center of the arena, Daemons terrified run and hide as the device begins to beep slowly;

"I have already invaded Atiloc Bel'tyan, my armies have surrounded it and have begun its utter destruction. The Screams of the dead with be like a dark tune, you know they cannot stop us when we directly lead a Tyranid fleet into its path and enjoy the bomb. Coraks come, we have much to do."

Syrath and a recently awakened Coraks flee, leaving the broken Tyranids fleeing alongside Daemons and marines, Chaos Drop-Ships appear over the arena and begin to deploy black armoured Chaos marines and Predator tanks that quickly move towards the group.

"Oh, Kais, your role is not yet fulfilled... this blasted realm will not be your final resting place..." A mysterious voice whispered...

To Be Continued...

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Arrius emerged amongst the battle torn arena, leading the First War Legion in the "clean up" operation, of killing the unwanted survivors

"Kill them all, leave no survivors! Syrath has decreed it!" the beast sneered.

Arkios moves towards Arrius and bows before rising;

"Lord Arrius, Syrath has instructed me to assist in Operation: Hotzone, while my troops take Cyrse. I have also been instructed to activate the bomb if we are...unable to deal with the problem."

The avatar simply picks up the device and looks it over, growling. It smolders in his hand as the avatar stands up and hurls the device in an extremely long arc towards the retreating Syrath. The avatar laughs loudly.

"You think you can cow me with threats to me or my people? I will show you strength and I will kill every one of your servants in order to get to you if I have to!"

With that, the avatar swings his spear around in a circle and it forms a mighty wall of fire that rolls over the advancing chaos marines and scorches most of them and their armor to a crisp and cinders. He spots the newly arrived Arrius and snarls at him , his mouth spewing sparks of anger. The avatar points at Arrius with his bloody, dripping hand and hefts his spear in the other. With a might and skillful throw, he sends the spear thundering towards Arrius. Its swift flight echoed by a powerful wail that sounds like the strike of lightning.

Lucian and Marius join the avatar, one on either side, Marius offers his autocannon to Mikal, the weapon could be used by an terminator sized warrior with ease.

The two Wolves and the Avatar prepare themselves for whatever comes next...

(Sorry for the short post my head isnt in it atm)

The 1st War-Legion marines open fire, Heavy Bolters and Auto-Cannons force the Drednought back while the Scourges fly into the air and open fire on the Chaos marine using Shardcarbines to push them into cover, Arrius laughs at the Avatar and fires a bolt of energy that knocks back the Avatar. Atlas flies into the air and fires a volley of Shardcarbine shots at the Chaos Lord Arkios who draws his Twin Bolter and exchanges fire with the winged Eldar.

IC:

Atlas dives down towards Arkios, and stabs him in neck for long enough to allow the venom to seep into his body. The poison would kill him in less than a minute, and as soon as he pulled the daggers out, he noticed Arkios beginning to groan in agony, as the venom washed into his bloodstream.

"That is my gift, Chaos scum!" Atlas shouts back at him, before increasing his speed, and flying straight towards Arrius, blades outstretched.

Arkios begins to fall and stutter as his mouth begins to produce green bubbling foam that burns through his helm and head, his chest melts into a green and red mess of gore and pus. Arkios tries to aim his Bolter but falls into a acidic pulp.

"Excellent, we should continue our fest of pain Atlas"

Talon rises into the air again and opens fire on the 1st War-Legionnaires with his Splinter Cannon.

Atlas swoops by Arrius, slicing him with his daggers as he goes, before turning back around, and slicing his leg with one blade, and shoulder with the other.

The avatar roars with fury as it regains its footing. He sees the dark eldar gnats buzzing about thetwo daemon lords and the space wolves fending of the chaos legions, that left him unmolested for the time, with an outstretched hand he willed his spear to return to him and return it did, right back into his left hand and as it did its flames and blazing light leapt back into life.

"Your souls will burn in my hands chaos filth!" He roared as he charged in, stepping on and destroying many of the chaso troops below him as he went. His sprint took him right at Arrius who was busy either parrying or dodging the dark eldar attacks and was not prepared for the avatar's assault. As a result, arrius put up a weak parry and was not able to move out of the way of the spear which deflected his weapon's parry and stuck into the daemon's breatplate with a roaring sizzle. the spear went out through Arrius back and allowed the avatar to move into range of his hands, he clamped his bloody right hand on Arrius' throat and began to squeeze.

"Go now to your twisted maker warp scum." the avatar growled as its eyes blazed with pure murderous intent.

Arrius diverts his attention back to Bel'tyan and pushes him away and slashes at him with his own blade, with arcane runes glowing he blocked one of the Avatars attacks and struck the burning demi-god in the side and slammed his fist hard into the Avatars fist before hitting him with the but of his sword;

"No I shall not, your flame will be extinguished!

"Which one would that be, Khaine!" the Daemon Prince sneered, before lopping the Avatar's arm off with his colossal Daemon Blade.

"Oh poor Bel'tyan I am still not sure what is more amusing? The fact that if your life is now at an inescapable end. Or the fact that it has been given in the service of a broken God!" Arrius bellowed with laughter.

However, to Arrius dismay an irritating little pest was buzzing around him, slashing at his Daemonically infused body.

The Daemon growled. Infuriated that the insignificant creature dared to strike at him.

OOC: Kais, what did you think of the mysterious whisper?

(point of note, marius is Fav 14, hb's and autocannons cant even hurt him... so....)

Marius sprints forwards his massive legs pistoning him into the enmey upon which he lays waste with all the fury of a warrior who has been imprisoned and forced to fight his brother, over and over and over

Lucian for his part begins to move around the peripheries of the battle demolishing the larger daemons trying to move through the press and get to the centre, his swordplay skills dominating any who even attempt to attack him and the monstrous lords of change find that there is an aura about Lucian that prevents their attacks and skills from working on him, the monstrous servants of Tzeentch flee from such a foe.

A Defiler grabs Marius by the legs and tackles him, it raises its claws above the Dreadnoughts view port preparing to strike but a lance of white energy pierces its torso and kills it;

"I have returned to aid you old friend"

A familiar voice returns to the mind of Marius, a ghostly one too....

OOC:

The whisper?

Creepy, and yet intruguing...

IC:

Atlas sees his opportunity, and swoops down low, sweeping past Arrius, but stabbing him in the neck, releasing crippling poison, which is not fatal, but will severely damage Arrius' abilities, rendering nearly helpless for the battle.

He then makes a turn, and comes in for the killing blow, seeing Arrius fall to one knee, as the poison makes him as skillful as a young child.

Arrius swots the Scourge out of the way and roars in fury and slightly moves back and fires a bolt of energy that sends Atlas flying, he crashes onto the arena floor and quickly rises.


(OOC) What do you think of Catos returning?

OOC:

Don't really care that much, as long as he doesn't be a dick...

... and by the way, the crippling poison I used on Arrius really should render him unable to fight for this battle, so I think he should run, as I'm not going to kill him outright as hes a character...

While Poison would have probably killed a mortal being Arrius is an ancient Daemon Prince, while weakened and retreating he's not dying.

I never said he should die, I just said he is weak for now, seeing as the poison has severely crippled him, so he should run...

... I'm not gonna godmod and kill a acharacter outright in a post...

... and Tyranic, would you want to join my Aliens RP, seeing as Warork and reaper are both already in it...?

Arrius rises, only to collapse once more, after being struck by the poison. He could discern the image of Bel'tyan in his peripheral. He would not last much longer.

Seeing that the "cleanup" is not going as well as planned, Arrius focuses his mind on the bomb's detonator.

An unholy grin was slowly produced on the Daemon Prince's visage

"This is the end fools! For Chaos! For Tzeentch! FOR SYRATH!!!" the Daemonic monstrosity exclaimed maniacally.

There was a brief lull in the Arena's activity. Before a mighty explosion erupted from one of the stands which surrounded Syrath's Arena.

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Anger. Pain. Power. Pulsing through it's veins. A scream. Excruciating to say the least. Darkness. The Materium was not what Arrius had expected. Once more. He lay, bloodied and beaten amongst the snow. His daemonic blood polluted the purity of the white slush.

OOC: Kais, I believe this entire saga will come full circle in the next instalment. And your first character has been such a key one for so long...

Also, It'll be interesting to see how everyone escapes da bomb.

Syrath bent down and tapped the head of the unconscious Daemon Prince and smiles;

"Wake up sleepy head, that clusterf*#k of a battle back there just cost us a proportion of the 1st War-Legion. While I'm disappointed that Arkios did not survive the blast, or the Eldar I'm happy to say Coraks still lives along with you. Now let us be done with the foe and move onto Cyrse!"

OOC: One thing that I see wrong so far...:/

The Avatar (you no longer have to refer to him as Beltayn) is not dead...does anyone bother reading my posts? The avatar had since tossed the bomb device out of the arena...so yeah...no big boom in the arena...there's a nice sized crater in the side of the arena but nobody bothered with retrieving and replacing the bomb so its still outside the arena somewhere...

secondly, I have an idea for the avatar, reaper, it requires my characters to split up but I think it will work...PMing...

The power of the bomb had enougth power to level most of the arena even while in the air and if Arrius concentrated his powers on the bomb it may have taken out the entire arena.

OOC: It may have been thrown out of the arena, but even on the outskirts of the battlefield, the bomb would have still done a lot of damage.

I'll at least change it to the outskirts of the Arena them.

blood reaper wrote:The power of the bomb had enougth power to level most of the arena even while in the air and if Arrius concentrated his powers on the bomb it may have taken out the entire arena.

But I threw it way before Arrius blew it up...:/

Either way...lemme get you a PM blood...

Everyones fine, just make escape posts.

blood reaper wrote:Everyones fine, just make escape posts.

Can do...

BTW...who is this mysterious person that helped us out at the end? Are these weird whispers the same thing?

It will become clear in the next few RPG's, but I will give you all one idea;

Snake of the Suns

OOC: The Whispers will become clearer as this part of the saga comes to a close. I think that only Shas'ui T'au Kais may remember whom the whisper belongs to...

Now, back to the RPG part.

IC:

"Some would say you're a sight for sore eyes Syrath... in this case it is more literal than you'd think... " Arrus pronounced, laying face up in the snow.

"Funny, now we must speed up my plans. Now we should retreat to my throne room, Cyrse is gone and my plans are going well despite the situation."

"I shall do as you command, Master!" the mighty Daemon Prince replied.

"We shall make haste to the security if your Throne Ro... Arrius slurred, as his body collapsed.

While the poison would not be lethal to the Daemon, it had weakened him significantly. Syrath looked down at his trusted captain.

"Alas poor Arrius, I knew him Lord Coraks... He will need some time to recover. Come, carry his body, my faithful servant" Syrath mused.

Lucian and Marius escape the blast radius whilst Marius converses with who he assumes is the farseer
"How have you returned?"

The avatar braces itself by sticking its spear into the ground at its feet and crouching behind it. The blast wave and heat of the bomb go over him and destroys much of the arena around it but it remains there despite the blast. The storm over and the dust settling, the avatar looks around with its spear in its single arm. The arm that had been severed now lays at his feet in a pile of ash. His form flares bright red yellow until the ashes stir and reform on his shoulder to become his arm again.

Now whole, the avatar gathers the wraithguard with him, all of them had survived the buffeting of the blast despite some of them begin thrown around by the wind and shockwave. A company of wraithguard forms behind the avatar and he roars as he leads them away from the arena and towards a point in the distance. The avatar could sense that the enemy was massing at a point somewhere out there and that the massing point stood in front of a webway gate. The avatar growled sparks out pf its maw as its rage rose.

"Syrath believes his arm long indeed to reach our kind in their homes. Let us show him that it is not so! Blood Runs, Anger Rises, Death Wakes, War Calls!!!" It roared as its massive form stomped off into the distance...

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Meanwhile under a mound of debris from the stands, Mikal dug his way out as bits of stone fell from his terminator armored frame...He shook himself of the sheets of dust and hefted the autocannon Marius had given him. The last thing he remembered was the daemon flying away like a coward and detonating the bomb. He was not hurt majorly but he still ached from the wounds he received in the duel. Mikal watched the avatar and the wraithguard march away and did not bother shouting to them as he knew that would not stop them. In his mind he wished the Eldar god a glorious death wherever it trod...anything willing to stand up to Syrath deserved as much...

Mikal heard Marius speak into the wind and the empty arena. He stepped up behind him rather confused at what he was talking about. Mikal looked around seeing and sensing nobody around but the trio and the dark eldar.

"How has who returned Marius? There is nobody but us here..."

Marius's haunted words float over to Mikal on the windless air

"The farseer"

Mikal spits at the mention of the name, the memories of the xenos witch bitter in his throat...

"If Syrath has brought her back like us then I would rather her stay away from us...That xenos witch has brought us nothing but trouble." He says as he cleans his autocannon off and prepares himself for more inevitable struggle.

Marius grimly agrees.
"Agreed, brother... I do not wish to ever walk down that path again..."

Mikal nods and then turns suddenly to Lucian. He looks the wolf brother up and down with a half effort. He shakes his head slowly and sighs.

"We have not had the chance to introduce ourselves bro--" He begins before stopping himself and looking at the ground. "I am sorry, but I cannot find it in me to call you brother, it is no insult to you, but I and Marius...we...are no longer worthy to be considered wolf brothers...You have probably come to find us and I congratulate you on your success but there is nothing else for you here..."

Mikal takes a few steps into the dreary nothingness that used to be the arena and motions at it to indicate the warp around them.

"This is our domain now...we have been banished to warp and here..." He sighs again as his shoulders sag.

"Here is where retches like us belong."

Lucian morphs back to his normal form, the great blade of Russ falling to the ground as Lucian collects Mikal in a one armed hug, the terminator armour ignored as the Brother embraces his lost kin.

"Once a wolf always a wolf, you will always be my kin and the kin of our brothers on Fenris"

"I was part of the Wraith Guard but left the construction of Wraith bone to return to Marius, Syrath did not wish to end we quickly and wanted to indulge in the pain. I can seance him, he is moving quickly."

Marius decides to give the farseer one last chance but refuses to speak to her for the meanwhile.

"Lucian!!, Mikal!! we have a war on here!! Dont you think you could find some other time to show your affections?"

Gathering Storm wrote:OOC: The Whispers will become clearer as this part of the saga comes to a close. I think that only Shas'ui T'au Kais may remember whom the whisper belongs to...

Now, back to the RPG part.

IC:

"Some would say you're a sight for sore eyes Syrath... in this case it is more literal than you'd think... " Arrus pronounced, laying face up in the snow.

Oh gak, not him again! No! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IC:

As the blast had consumed most of the arena, Atlas had called his squad to fly up higher into the sky to escape. He had made an example, by zooming up into the sky, before looking down as the Avatar ran from the massive explosion.

His new allies were down there, lying in the dust. But for now he looked beside him, checking that everyboddy was fine.

"Havoc?! Atlas called, looking around for him in the dark sky. "Poison! With me, we will go down and search for him, and if we find him you'll need to heal him. Come."

OOC: Oh Kais, that's a slight over reaction. What has it ever done to you? It only means to help your Shas'O in his quest...

Also... blood reaper, what are you going to name the next instalment?

IC

Coraks was thrown onto the floor of Syrath's fortified Throne Room. He was barely alive, with his daemonic form the only thing saving him from death.

OOC:

But it is powerful, even more so than Syrath...

... even X'tasir and Kais combined couldn't stop it!

OOC: Yes, but it still wishes to help Kais. For it's goal is to eliminate the common foe...

(Warhammer 40,000 RPG) The Saint and the Serpent

Coraks, Syrath and Arrius stood up in the crystalline chamber, the pillars supporting it decorated with strange images and pictures. Syrath sat down in his throne and pushed his head and laughed;
[i]
"You know that even the great Tzeentch could not stop me? He didn't see it coming, so Arrius, Coraks prepare you remaining forces and defend the Webway gate. Our enemies will fear our thunderous wrath, the heavens themselves will be stained with the blood of reality."


The Scourges land, Talon however lands atop a broken pillar trying to keep his stature while Atlas and Poison tend to Havoc's broken and burnt arm. It begins to slowly regenerate a large gaping wound that slowly regains its shape.

The avatar advanced through the many factories on a fiery path to where he can sense the webway. In his wake buildings lay ruined as the avatar and wraithguard demolish anything standing in their way. Finally, in the distance, the avatar can see the portal and the armies of chaos lining up to go through it, he shakes with fury and roars a blast of sparks and anger that sounded like a volcano erupting.

The avatar stomps towards the chaos camp and the gate. He begins to receive fire from their lines but his advance is as inexorable as a firestorm and soon he would be within range to utterly destroy them...

With his spear prepared, the avatar charged, a massive pillar of fire and rage coming down on the forces of Chaos.

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Mikal is taken by suprise by Lucian's gesture and at first wants to reject it as feelings of self loathing come to his throat but there is something in this fellow wolf's embrace that gives him hope and for the first time in a long time he smiles out of joy.

" Lucian, brother, I am joyed to hear you say that." Mikal said returning the embrace. The two then looked to Marius who was looking up at something, Mikal was about to ask him what he was looking at until he saw the bat like creatures and scowled. They were the Dark Eldar warriors who had fought off the daemons. But just because they had fought with their enemies did not mean they were the wolf's friends.

"Prepare yourselves, I have a feeling they may not be kind." Mikal said lowly as he stared the Scourges down.

Predator tanks move towards the Avatar and open fire, las-cannon's demolish several Wraith Guard and force the Avatar to quickly charge through the Chaos Hordes while the Wraith Guard move behind quickly. They soon arrive at the Web-Way Gate, which is corrupted beyond imagining and the heads and skulls of Eldar Farseers, Warlocks, and Autarch's. Every banner of each major Craftworld is in tatters and covered in blood, soul stone trophies hang from pikes and blades.

Lucian and Marius stand by Mikals side, Marius fingering his Blade with an almost anxious touch.

"They travel slowly for birds... I wish they would stop making me wait"

Chaos Drop-Ships move over the group, the side gates open realising Chaos Raptors who drop down towards the group and open fire. Bolter fire explode around the Space Wolves who fire back and send a Raptor flying and crashing into a spire.

Marius catches one of the raptors and smashes his jump pack before throwing him so hard that the dropships that he hits explodes briliantly.

Lucian had morphed into his wolf form and impaled one of the raptors with Nifflheim before ripping him off and snapping his jaws down over the raptors head.

The Raptors are sliced and torn apart by blows of the Space Wolves and Scrouges, but more arrive and keep their distance firing their Bolt Pistols but the Scourges jump into combat with them while Chaos tanks begin to surround the group.

Lucian looks at the scourges with a stange wonder, they are fighting AGAINST the chaos marines, then he remembered what he had heard Syrath say, the chaos warriors were attacking Commoragh. As much as he hated the dark eldar it seemed that the wolf had allies....

The three wolves slow themselves after the battle and seek the leader of the Scourges

(OOC) Atlas is, since he's the Solitaire

The Scourge Leader Atlas fires his Shardcarbine rapidly at the Raptors and forces back, Talon opens fire with his Splinter Cannon and guns down the other Raptors before landing and nodding to the Wolves.

Marius places a massive hand on the shoulder of the scourge leader

"Why do you help us? Once we were as much your enemy as they were.

"We will avenge Kais, his death will be avenged and Syrath will pay. We will tare into him like an iron blade and remove his heart as a trophy of war!"

The Scourges raised their arms in respect for their leaders speech and flow into the air before opening fire on invading Chaos Cultists who fall to the poisons of the shards and explode in violent blasts of gore and venom, a Dreadnought appears and swings its mace high in the air and screams in fury and charges forward.

Mikal watches them go with wide eyes.

"They mentioned Kais?" He looked to Marius. "They must have been allies...perhaps we can find common ground after all."

He then looks to the surrounding chaos forces...He prepares his autocannon.

"We have to break through these cowards before they back us into a corner...there, where the flying ones have made a hole!"

Mikal begins to walk towards the chaos line, firing non stop as he goes...marines, cultists, and light vehicles alike fall in swathes as return fire bounces off of Mikal's own terminator armor.

The Dreadnought charges towards Mikal, ignoring his blasts and attacks and slams his foot into the ground and smacks the Space Wolf to the ground before almost crushing him under his foot. He rolls out of the way and throws a grenade at the Dreadnoughts foot pushing it back, it aims it's Heavy Bolter at him and fires sending the Wolf flying before opening fire again.

Marius steps into the path of the heavy bolter shells, the rounds pattering of his chassis he swings once, twice and the dreadnought falls broken at his feet the dreadnought close combat arm sheared of and the sarcophagus rent in twain.
"Pick on someone your own size"

"Marius, I know you do not wish for my guidance but I know how we can kill Syrath. If I drain his powers I can weaken him and you can deliver the killing blow, but we'll have to get close and find him first off. We will end the beast once and for all!"

The Farseers words echo through the mind of Marius....

Marius's words hammer back
"Until I know for certain I can trust you WITCH there is no way I'm going to participate in any plan you give me. You were the one who enticed me towards chaos and look where that got me? Keep that Up And ill begin to regret saving your soulstones."

"I had no choice, you left and I lost everything. I already have lost my Craftworld to that fiend, destroy him then me for repent Marius. If you could forgive yourself for your actions you can do the same for me can you not?"

OOC: Almost forgot about this guy...

IC: The avatar roared as he slew his way to the gate, his form a shape of vengeance for all of the Eldar destroyed by the forces of Syrath, wherever he tread the forces of Chaos were pushed back, disintegrated in the terrible heat or cut into pieces or turned to ash by the blasts from his spear. The wraithguard fired continuously at his feet, cutting down great swathes of the enemy and forming a corridor around the portal to the webway. The Avatar roared and shook his spear in challenge. None could stand before him.

"You shall not destroy my people any longer, your ill begotten conquest ends hear with your deaths!" It roared as the lead wraithguard split off of the group and walked towards the portal. Its soulstone held the soul of a great warlock with potent psychic powers and it began to summon them, arcing lightning coming from its fingers and lashing around the portal.

"I am the vengeance! I am the bloody handed god! I am the hate and the fury of my people! Stand before me if you dare and be wiped from existence!"

"I still cannot trust you"

The gate exploded.

A Field of bright white energy covered the entire realm of Syrath, souls of the dead Eldar striking down foes and Daemons alike. The Wraith Guards numbers increased as the spires and factories of Syrath's realm collapsed and stopped, Daemonic Furies fled as it plunged the darkened realm into eternal light. The foul creatures of shadow that once bathed in the darkness hid and burned under the burning light, their screams a chorus of vendetta to the Eldar. The Avatar looked up at the massive Spire of Syrath, at its peak looked down a grey and dying Syrath. The green light that once lit the realm had been extinguished, and its portals to reality closed.


"Why? Why is it Marius that you trust all but those you once respected. I remember your words that dark day, I remember them all. Madness and power."

"Because you tricked me you witch, how can I trust someone who lies to me??"

"How? How did I? You tricked yourself into believing in the ability to defeat Chaos, no one can. I never wished to trick you and If I have then destroy me, if you must....."

"SHUTUP!!! I will not have you blame me for your treachery, this is on YOU farseer, you are the one who did this, not me, you. You have been in my head for far to long. I wish you to simply prove that I can trust you rather than making this sound like my fault, for that isnt helping your case."

"Then destroy me! I demand it, if I am a threat then end it. Do it now for your own good, if it means you are better of I want it!"

"Whatever... you really dont get it do you? You only had to show me I could trust you? Is that really so hard?"

Marius simply charges forwards into the fray batting the chaos warriors aside like so much chaff on the wind. Lucian right behind him decimating any who think they can take a potshot at the dreadnoughts rear armour. They soon reunite with Mikal and the trio move post haste towards the avatar...

Atlas leads by example, flying straight into the front of the oncoming tide of Chaos Marines, slashing skillfully with his blades, making all of his enemies drop dead on the floor, simply seconds after his venom has infected thier bloodstream.

"Kill all of the Chaos scum! Leave none alive!

Marius and Lucian take this to heart butchering thier way through the hordes infront of them. None can stand up to thier might. None.

Syrath lands in front of them, his massive form towering over them and his eyes a blazing firestorm. He roars releasing waves of burning fire that almost incinerate the group but they narrowly avoid it, he roars and slashes at them with his axe but there is a difference. He is grey and appears to be dying, his bones are cracked and flesh rotten and his eyes lack the look of foul tactical genius or power lust.

Marius ignore the flames that lick over his chassis without causeing harm. His own psykik shields protect him from such means. He stares down the great daemon and settles into a fighting stance
"Syrath I challenge you, take a blade and fight me like you have cowardly avoided for so long."

"Oh no you'll ave to catch me first of little Marius!"

Syrath flies into the air but at a distance and sends balls of flaming energy down at the Dreadnought and the rest of the group;

"Get close and I'll drain him of his power, or we are going to die Marius!"

"COWARD!!!"

Marius flicks a tendril of thought at the daemon and wrenches reality dragging the daemon throught the warp and landing him infront of the dreadnought, using the disorientation of his foe he plunges his blade into the daemons gut and to ensure he stays their wraps him psykickally in a bubble of voidspace that prevents him from moving.

"NO! NO! DAM...Y...AL....I SHALLLLL.....RE...RE...RE..URN"

Syrath's head slumps to one side and his flesh turns grey, his eyes are like weak candles and he growls but tries to speak. His speech is slurred and almost unrecognizable;

"I.....ave...ne...mor.....trik....up...my sleeve!"

Syrath barley teleports away, weakly and in utter pain;

"I think we've done it!, get to his Spire and kill him now!"

Atlas sees his opportuntity, and swoops down to thier ground where Marius is holding Syrath, and plunges his blades into Syraths neck, before repeating, and again, and again.

"Knock, knock."

The blade drops as Syrath teleports away, the weak cowardly Daemon clinging to his life...

"Already on it."

Atlas motions for his squad to follow him, before flying into the sky, and accelerating, headed towards the top of the spir, before crashing in and spotting Syrath, weak, and in pain.

"No!"

"Yes."

Atlas moves forward intimidatingly, drawing his blades, and for extra effect, dipping them in even more of his deadly poison. He swings his blade in his right hand outwards, before plunging it deep into Syraths through, causing it to bubble as if it was in a rage, and he allowed blood to seep out of the wound.

"That was for Kais..."

He rises his other blade into the air, before slamming it down it Syraths head, utterly destroying his life force.

"... and that, was for me."

Marius has had enough of this coward,
"Mikal, Lucian, protect me for a moment would you?"

Mariu sstabs his sword into the ground and lowers his Psykick shields, chanelling all of his prodigal power towards the spire. Nothing happens for several seconds, but then starting from the top and working around the spire, layer by layer, it begins to come apart, chuncks break off from it here and there, and get sucked into a rapidly growing vortex. Soon the ground is humming with the power being expended and the area around the group of fighters begins to crack, fissures are rent open in the ground and the chaos marines are sucked into this darkness. As the spire continues to unravel the light is even diminished, Marius drawing on its Psykick resonance to tear the very fabric of the reality surrounding the spire apart. Piece by broken piece.

Syrath dodges the blade and slams his fist down on the Scourges head and flees inside the spire, gun turrets emerge from the floors and begin to take aim on the Scourges....

The Spire shakes but does not topple, it stands still however fishers open around it consuming smaller spire and destroying them.

"Quick! Dodge the fire, follow Syrath!"

Atlas once again takes the lead, and expertly dodges the fire, swerving in and out, intent on finishing Syrath.

Marius does not intend to topple the spire, his mental will actually rends the superstructure of the building apart, desintegrating its inner workingas and then with a massive Pyker's surge rends the facade off the building, seconds later it begins to crumble as its materials are sucked into the swirling tornado around it.

Talon aims his newly equipped Dark Lance and severs the Gun-Turrets from their bases, a second blast from Havoc's Haywire gun destroys them, the Scourges then spot a transportation lift;

"Atlas we can get the rest of the group up here but we have to get the lift working."

No.

You cannot do that, I mean you have done some cool things but this is ridiculous. I'm not letting you do that Marta.

OOC:

I must say I kinda agree with reaper...

... I mean, look at all the cool things I have done...

... most powerful thing I've done is overcharge four railgun shots, you are kinda pushing it a little...

Syrath's Spire begins to crumble... it's structural integrity clearly compromised...

However, it does not fall

Another Psyker, much stronger than Marius, causes the entombed astartes a horrific Psychic feedback. The Wolf's mind cracks at the raw power which has wracked it.

The Spire remains, cracked and unstable. But still standing, defiant against forces of the enemy

"Marius, your powers are insignificant in comparison to mine... " a sly daemonic voice rattled throughout the Space Wolf's head...

Marius, you cannot beat Arrius in psyche and you must realise you cannot destroy Syrath's tower. Please do not get upset over this.

OOC: He can try to destroy Syrath's Tower, at least give him that. He just didn't take into account the Psychic defences surrounding it.

So basically the tower is now a plethora of rubble, kept in the shape of a building, by the sheer force of will of Arrius.

Yeah but I'm unsure if he's coming back

My theory was that after the gate exploded and all of the stuff YOU siad about everything being weakend that the Psykick/sorcerous/warp defenses would be shatterd, forgive me if i was wrong.

It may be but you must consider the other powers defending it not let's just get back to the RP. Syrath's weakened so go get em!

Bah fine, just ignore the whole Psykick assault thing.

Marius sprints towards the spire, his dreadnought chassis eating away at the distance as his massive legs propel him up the stairs, the chaos marines and daemons had been obliterated by the gate exploding and so Marius's path was clear to the summit...

Mikal continued to rotor out autocannon shots and make a circle around Marius where no enemies could pass as Marius struggled in a psychic war. Soon though, his autocannon ran out of ammunition and he was forced to drop it and look for a new weapons. He saw the sheathed blade on Lucian's back and decided that Lucian didn't need it right then so Mikal leapt up and took the blade from his sheath and held it in front of him as he landed with a loud thud in his heavy armor, it glowed with blue power.

"Sorry Lucian but I mus borrow this." He grunted as he slew the scions of chaos with the blazing blue sword. Lucian seemed not to mind as he was in his wulfen form and was only concentrating on the enemy...

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The avatar was unstoppable, he battered his way into Syrath's tower and fought past anything that thought it could stand in his way.

"SYRATH! I HAVE COME FOR YOU! STOP HIDING AND FACE ME!" It roared in sparks and magma...

The Drednought comes to a large doorway, he rams it and enters a shining chamber of crystal. Syrath, withered and dying looks up and Marius with gloom eyes and sighs;

"We have shared so much you and I, I ordered my guards to retreat. I will finish this, all of you."

As well as seeing his prime target, Marius spotted the bloodied and beaten body of a Daemon Prince on it's cracked floor... a daemon he assumed to be Arrius...

At this thought the astartes mind wretched. It could not bare being in such close proximity to his new tormentor...

And then, almost as though it had sensed the Wolf's presence, the Daemon Prince had vanished...

And once again, the tower began to crumble...

He would have to seize his only chance to fell Syrath!

(Warork i need that.... You need to read the most recent posts sorry mate, were ignoreing the whole Psyker thing... sorry again you can take Lucians sword tho, he doesnt need it, he has his wolfy form)

Marius growls and his blade is in his hands ready and waiting.

"Finally I can fight you Syrath... Finally you have stopped running."


(Cue epic fight scene, Warork you may want Mikal up there for this)

Marius felt the walls of the tower crumbling and realised his time had run out. But perhaps not. Usign his own brand of power Marius held the floor intact, it was all he could concentrate on and still be confident in his fighting abilities. But otherwise the rest of the tower crumbled leaving Syrath and Marius facing each other, on a floor hovering 1500 metres in the air.

OOC: I think this is going to be a one on one battle between Syrath and the Dreadnought...

Gah, ninja'd

Chapter 8: Syrath

Syrath stood up, his form weak and broken, his eyes are flickering candles and his horns broken and cracked. He tries to rise his staff but he falls and sobs, he lies there broken....

"Come on, give me a challange!"

Tyranic Marta wrote:(Warork i need that.... You need to read the most recent posts sorry mate, were ignoreing the whole Psyker thing... sorry again you can take Lucians sword tho, he doesnt need it, he has his wolfy form)

OOC: My bad Tyranic...lemme fix...

Marius almost feels sorry for the broken daemon almost, but refuses to approach lest the daemon be tricking him.

"Marius I can't tell if my brothers tricking us or not. I think he may be for real...strange I've never seen him like this."

"Whether hes tricking us or not I dotn care, he can die for all it matters to me, can you trap him from here?"
Somewhere on the climb Marius had realised that Up here he probably diddnt have to worry about the Farseer, even if she was treacherous. And with Syrath so weak he was willing to end this.

Mikal comes up next to Marius...he briefly wonders who he had been talking to earlier...His eyes widen in alarm.

"Marius! Think about your next actions carefully! Remember Hunter? He was brought back because he served Syrath!"

Mikal stared with a cold rage at Syrath.

"If the farseer is speaking to you, remember that Syrath had her killed, if she was gone, how would she return but by his power?"

"No, I never did die. I was one of the Wraith Guard that Bel created, now let us be done with him!"

How did Mikal get up there?

"by the sounds of it brother Bel'tayn resurected her when he summoned the wraith guard. No matter. Answer My question farseer, can you bind him from here or not?"

"Strike me now! My time has come, the gods demand it. End my foul existence and kill me, I demand it now!"

Syrath raves on about his existence;

"We don't have to, kill him and reduce this fol realm to ash."

(and the farseer's answer issssss?????)

They are there.

OOC: Wait...for the record Mikal didn't summon the wraithguard...Beltayn did...and Mikal is either mistaken or right, either way, he's not very trusting of the farseer but its Marius' call...

Crap my bad two ticks need to fix that

and yeah... we'll see

Marius thinks, his mind running through all the possible senario's he had to admit, there wern't many, either he was about to die or Syrath was, he realised he was willing to take those odds. He strides forwards on his massive legs and grips the daemon by the throat his sword tip nestling in the cusp of Syrath's throat.
"If there are any objections to this then voice them now"

"Suprise gak!"

Syrath fires a bolt of such power against Marius he is slammed against the wall of the chamber, the Daemon rises he sends bolts of fire that almost incinerates the group while Chaos marines begin to appear alongside Daemon Princes and Greater Daemons flood the room. Syrath rises into the air and bursts into blue purple flames;

"Guess who lead you here morons? Hunter no but my sister, what a shock indeed now you will all die!"

Dude there are no walls remember???

Marius grabs the edge of the platform as he rolls backwards and hoists himself up. His sword sweeps through the neck of a marine that got to close as his other hadn opens the compartment on his side and he retrieves the soulstones. With one vindictive squeeze they shatter.

The dreadnought closes the hatch and turns to Syrath with murder flickering though his thoughts. His sowrd arm comes up and he waits, rearmouring his body against psykers attacks.

There are, this is a chamber. There is a chamber atop the spire.


The Farseer appears befoe him and smiles and laughs;

"Thank you master, yes my accession is now!"

The Farseer arises and becomes a Daemonic being of flame and bone, her long taloned fingers scratching the ground while Chaos marines moving towards Marius and the group open fire with their Las-Cannons against the group....

Mikal watches as Marius falls in a heap...he shakes his head and looks back to Syrath but speaks to Marius...

"I hate to say I told you brother..." He said as he surged the sword forwards and rent the marines apart.

"When will you learn Syrath? No servant you possess is greater than our combined might! We can do this for eternity Syrath, it will only end when one of us is dead!"

OOC: Anyone remember the Avatar?

*clears throat* I do believe that Gathering storm let the tower collapse and the only things that Marius felt comfortable holding aloft was the floor?

thus no walls,


Now are you going to get hacked of if I defelct these lascannon shots?

Syrath raises his hand and fires a single bolt of energy that enters Mikals head, he falls amd crashes to the ground to a chorus of Syrath's dark laughter;

"But I can!"

Ill take that as a no

Marius deflects the lascannon blasts and the bolt of energy Syrath threw, he allows the smoke to clear form his body as he moves forwards his blade crackling with Psykick power

A daemon prince rushes at him but is imapled upon the blade of Fenris, his claws scrabbling uselessly agains Marius' chassis. Mariu sleans his blade to the left and allows the daemon to plummet to his demise of the edge of the platform. Anouther prince rushes him only to be obliterated by a burst of Psyckick energy

"You Coward Syrath, Fight me!!"

Oh and warork, what would you rather I had done hmmm?

"Come on then! Get over here you waste of space drunk, your pathetic Primarch fared no better than you will!"

Are you upset I killed Mikal?

Marius shakes his head and with a thought closes the daemons Jaw
"Shut up you old fool."

Marius moves forwards cautiously and raises more rubble from the still swirling vortex around them, using it potentially to catch him if he somehow fell. His blade shimmers slightly as he approches.

Syrath rises and begins to raise Lucian, The Avatar and Marius onto an invisible panel and bows to each of his opponents before bringing out a staff and axe and roars in fury to challenge his foes;

"Come finish this!"

blood reaper wrote:Are you upset I killed Mikal?

OOC: You did? You zapped him in the head...woo...good work...is that really how you wanted Mikal to die though...again? Seems a bit anticlimactic to me...:/

@ Marta...What would I have rather you done? I never said you should have done anything but Mikal did say...-shrugs-

Now...may I remind you guys that the Avatar is somewhere in the spire and looking for Syrath's blood...

Hey I'm a very cruel guy, and I love to reduce characters to ash instantly or just kill them quickly.


The Avatar stands with the others on the panel of energy, Syrath smiles at all of them and nods to all of them.

(cough, marius saved mikal, cough, and i mena cmon, I cant do much If reaper is going to railroad this.)

Lucian looks around and girns heartily, his veangeance had come. He sprinted forwards and batted the first blade aside, the second however much to his surprise sheared through his talons and caught him in the chest, rending him almost completely in two. He hit the ground witha thud the life drainign from his eyes.

Marius roared in fury, it was time for this to end. He charged forwards and The axe that killed Lucian was battered carelessly from his grip and it fluttered down to the ground, Syraths sword only just caught the blade of Fenris before it looped around and Marius's elbow slammed the back of Syraths head, flooring him.

Syrath hits the ground, his blood pouring onto the air, his eyes beginning to fade and a black smile emerges. Mikal rises from Mariuses side for seconds and nods to his friend;

"Come on! Come on! Do it.....do,....it"

Can the Avatar enter now and kill the Farseer or Syrath?

Hi guys, I feel this has become to rushed. Do you wish to reset it to the start of entering Syrath's Spire?

erm... sure...


Restart from last checkpoint...... bing

The Group arrive at the base of Syrath's Spire, a large silver gate blocks the group from entering but Marius knocks it down allowing the other Wolves to enter the main hall. Several paintings of Syrath and bone decoarations of Syrath's foes adorn the chamber however no guards are present.

EDIT: Dangit guys...with your ninjas...

shouldnt we wait for the others to have a say?

just as I thought... carry on warork

"Fools! I will not falter... I shall protect my master... 'till the end... " Arrius sneered into the minds of the Tower's assailants.

Marius scoffs at the thought and slams his blade through syraths head

Syrath is not there, you are in the bottom section of the Spire, we are awaiting WARORK's post.

bah, so we took thaaat route

Marius moves swiftly up the stairs, ignoreing the thoughts in his head. the farseer was constantly hammering away at the back of his brain with ideas and for once he had just had enough, he opened the compartment on the side of his chassis and without a second thought, stattered the soulstones.

The screams of the Farseer are not heard, Marius however hears a voice;

"We are connected Marius, why did you try to kill me? Why?"

Marius halted and began searching his mind for every trace of the witch
"Traitor I decided that you are no more use to me, however you are, you have betrayed me too many times."

"How am I a traitor? How!?"

"This is far too easy Farseer, how is it that all of a sudden you have all the answers? After all this time now you come to help, and frankly weve had this discussion, you once promised to keep me pure of chaos no matter what it took, then you corrupted me yourself."

"You fool, my abilities allow me to control, I have lived here for many a moon and now you will dance to my tune!"

The Dreadnought turns to it's allies and begins to open fire, the Farseer using Marius like a puppet,

OMG really? I give up. theres no winning here

Oh and btw he doesnt have a gun atm.

Sorry and you can fight back in your mind, but the Farseer is strong.

*sigh* your lucky im amicable today, even with all the crap

Marius ses his arms moving in a haze swinging at his brothers, his vox however is uncontrolled and he explains the situation, they get out of his way while he struggles with the witch

finally he forces her out of his head and demolishes her psyckick resonance...

The Farseer comes to an end, her psychic presence gone from his soul and mind but a new threat arrives, on a small balcony several Chaos marines carrying Plasma and Melta guns who open fire on the wolves forcing them into cover. A Chaos Champion lobs a Melta bomb onto the stair case which explodes.

(OOC) what crap?

just all the misunderstandings and rewrites and ugh, honestly Ill be happy when this is all over.

Marius flicks his mind at the marines and they implode before they can continue firing. But a burst of lightening accompanies the shot. Marius feels his spirits lift as he realises that he is now a true rune priest, rather than an abomination. With that thought in mind he reaches out and smites the remaining marines with bolts of heavenly lightning.

"Be gone foul eldritch witch! You shall suffer for your traitorous actions!" Arrius bellows at the Farseer, who starts to lose the last of her control over Marius.

"You are a traitor to us all! And your perpetual duplicity shall be rewarded... with a swift and merciful death" Arrius projects a Psychic barrage at the Farseer's mind

"But first you must suffer for your treachery!" the Daemon Prince magnanimously sneered

Oh, doudt you'll be joining the next then

The burnt and charred corpses of the marines fall to the ground, burnt flesh roasted by the lightning. Mikal and the others see that the staircase has been destroed by the marines;

"We are going to need a way up, there must be a lift somewhere."

Oh i definitly will be joining the next, its just this particular senario thats been frustrating me

the other ones have been great

Mariu scoffs and simply creates a force bridge,
"Go quickly whilst I can hold it."

The Wolves pass over forcing the Dreadnought to 'jump' and they begin to move upwards but something rises, a Chaos Gunship. It opens fire destroying most of the area around it and then concentrating on the group.

(OOC) Yeah this has been pretty disappointing, want to just restart the whole god damm thing.

Hi everyone

I've become disheartened by the state of the RPG and it's my fault, I've been unable to properly create a story and it seems the way the rp's currently going like the first Warhammer 40,000 RP of mine. I will be restarting the Eye of Chaos, there is no point in continuing in the current state that it's in. If you do not wish to continue it or join I am disappointed but it's your decision not mine, I will create a new Planning thread later.

-Reaper

nah, well just go through with the second loop and make it better then.

And Im gonna leave this for someone else to deal with, I feel like im playing a video game with a whole bunch of NPC's around me and they have jittery AI's

So we continue and then re-do or just restart or quit and re-do the 1st RP?

blood reaper wrote:So we continue and then re-do or just restart or quit and re-do the 1st RP?

OOC: I say at this point you just go with that thing I RPed with the Avatar ripping the farseer and Syrath into bits and end this...Atlas and the DE go back to Comorragh which is now safe now that Syrath is dead...The avatar is destroyed along with the portal into the webway as Syrath's realm collapses and Marius, Mikal, and Lucian all escape and are picked up by members of the 13th company whom they join...

All in all a happy ending for all except Syrath...ta da...

Lets just end this one

and start the next series up

put up a disscussion/recruitment thread for Into the Eye of Terror Take 2

Doing that now! Once I'm done I'll have a mod bomb this atrocity.

danka shuun

If we restart it...I'm making a new character...Mikal was nice but tbh he's become rather stale now...

marius will return... but perhaps with different gear

Done, Eye of Chaos 2 is up and just requires Shas's profile. Must go now, bye.

Oh for feth sake...

Please do not tell me you just kiled Syrath and the Farseer, and ended this goddamn RP without me again...?

Last time it happened, and I missed the ending, and now it fething happened again...

Please, dor once can you let me stay around for at least the most important parts? I dunno, like the end? And killing Syrath?!

Closing on request from OP.