The ships of the Warriors appear quickly and suddenly over the main ship of Coraks and opens fire, missiles pound it's shielding in an effort to taunt the Daemon Prince who's ship is the first to defend the Employers craft with fierce and brutal blasts. Coraks and several Chaos boardig craft begin to make their way towards the Chaos fleet.
The Farseer turns to him, helm off for the first time. Her eyes are red rimmed and dark and obviously still recovering, she nods;
"A large glassing beam, probaly can cause some damage but...somethings wrong...a Chaos fleet is attack the ships but they are strange. Syrath has..,Syrath is behind this."
Beltayn glares at the mention of the daemon's name.
"I knew that scum was no good the first moment I saw him. Where is Hunter, the daemon is bound to him is he not?" Beltayn asks as he prepares and powers up the forward glassing beam to fire on the Chaos forces.
Hunters calls are unanswered and a dark thought hangs in the minds of the Eldar and Tau, Syrath had never been bound. He'd lied and caused this all, he'd hired the Snipers to kill each other and had caused all the other events.
"Ah ha ha ha... oh such fools these mortals be... " Arrius mused, sensing the thoughts of his victims.
The forces loyal to Arrius tore into Coraks' ship. Several boarding actions were initiated by Dreadclaw assault, with the sole aim of hindering Coraks' military. Simultaneously, Arrius the Great materialised onboard the ship which harboured a materialised Employer. He had his sights on his target, and he would slaughter all who got in his way.
Beltayn felt fury coursing through his veins...he could hear Syrath laughing in his mind as he broadcast the truth and mocked everyone in their minds. He had been at the root of this from the very start, he had turned Beltayn and Ludias against each other, he had ensured they had come under the employment of the Tau, he had maneuvered Beltayn into revealing this hidden fleet...
It all ended here. The doubt, the manipulation, Beltayn was through being a toy.
"He will regret the day he chose me for his tricks!" Beltayn swears as he activates the main weapon and fires it at the chaos forces below on the planet...
The Employer spreads out's it's arms and fires bolts of ethereal energy at the Daemon Prince, the Prince staggers back but fires another bolt back which knocks the Employer to the ground.
A Chaos Ship explodes into a deadly blast, the other ships scatter and retreat as another blast hits home. Syrath watches the Chaos and smiles, the Saint would rise he would indeed.
(IC)
Ludias walks aimlessly for a while and soon becomes frustrated.
"Whos there damnit?"
"Ludias you are needed"
"What? What are you talking about? Who are you?"
"Ludias you are needed"
Ludias notices the distinct feminine quality to the voice
"Dont. Piss. Me. Off."
"Ludias you are needed"
Ludias begins to swear but wakes up with the ship shaking. He tries to get up but his leg is still out for the count. He swears profuseley until a tau medical officer comes and gives him a crutch.
Ludias shakes the man off and grabs his sword sheath and buckles it on as he lims to the Bridge
"What I miss?"
(I know that was confusing but the coma thing wasnt working for me and I have my reasons)
"Really... that... that... is the best you've got... " Arrius smirked, as he prepared a Bolt of Change.
The shot landed directly on target, knocking the Employer against the wall of his chamber. While his opponent was dazed, he unleashed several Doombolt volleys against the wall which the Employer was slumped against. It gave way just as the Employer righted itself, causing a breach in to the cosmos. The sudden change in pressure began to pull the daemonic monstrosities into the vacuum...
Coraks grabs Arrius by the neck, and pushes him against the floor allowing him to slash his gut and push him back. The Employer rises again and laughs;
Arrius whispered to his associate, "Throw me out into the void. Coraks."
The mighty Daemon Prince complied with the order, throwing his former comrade out of the Employer's ship. Arrius cursed Lord Coraks, in order to complete the illusion. As the Tzeentchian Daemon Prince plummeted towards the planets surface, he forcibly materialised himself into the Warp. The first stage of his plan was complete.
Yes, retreat. Make the plan come true and bring us power but I sence something, a new arrival to the Eye. Power and strentgh, something we should be wary of."
"Talon here to help, I'm our main technician of the Raider and Ravger fleet. I can easily assist you with any repairs or upgrades you wish to administer to your ship or your self, but this Daemon may prove troublesome to us and is obviously very powerful. I have something that will test his metal."
OOC: For crying out fething loud! I miss two pages, again! Guys, please...
... and also, Tyranic, you've killed 3 employers?!
I fething fired four overcharged railgun shots while grabbing him, and it hardly fazed him! How the hell would you do it?!!!?
Guys, I am seriously starting to think that Kais doesn't matter at all in this, the Employers don't care about him, he can't kill anything important, and he gets hurt at the slightest attack...
He hasn't and you are a main target and the Employers would of killed you but targeted Bel for Tactical reasons, the Employers will return and you did injure it and soften both of them up for Marta.
(Still in his ship as far as I know...everyone (at least on our side) is trying to regroup in orbit as the employers face an enemy from within below on the planet...And we cant help it if you disappear for two days and expect nothing to happen in your absence...besides the RPing...the blood angles guy left and some other guy who's taken the character of a daemon prince fighting against the Employers has come in...cant help that...)
Arrius swayed in the currents which permeated the Warp. The Chaos which consumed the Daemon relished this environment, but Arrius was restless. The Daemon Prince knew he would have to escape the clutches of the Immaterium, if he wished to complete his mission.
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The aftermath of the strike against Coraks' fleet was tremendous. The beast had lost more than half it's fleet, but his loyalty to the Employers was now unquestioned. He looked upon what remained of his ships. Anger. That was all Lord Coraks' felt towards his forces. Weak. All that they had proved to be.
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There was a sudden shift. A change within the Warp itself. Arrius could feel his body being wrenched from it's position within the Immaterium. As if his very being was bleeding through into reality. A light. Blinding.
OOC: Okay bloodreaper, where do you think Arrius should end up next?
Arrius crashed into a snow cliff-top above a jade green river that seemed to twist and turn before transforming into Daemonic Horrors, more and more spawned until a Herald of Tzeentch emerged. Three Bird like heads emerged before the pink and blue flaming body of the beast fully formed from the Jade water;
"We where supposed to meet the servant of Syrath here, the Daemon promised."
Syrath stood tall and liveth on the deck of the Black Trident and smirked as his dark blue reptilian scales began to weather and tear, his once serpent eyes had become blue, green, red, and pink flames that flickered and twisted along his crown of horns. His wings had been partly eaten away by jade colored Centipedes that crawled through his twisted and rotting flesh that seemed to change shape, his once bright silver claws had formed into a Staff and Axe and several tattered robes and scrolls hung with his decaying flesh. His transformation was near completion but his enemies remained alive but not for long, the Employers had shown weakness and arrogance. A foolish move that he could exploit to the fullest extent, he flexed his mighty wings and smirked as a Chaos Marine sergeant bowed to him and rose;
"My lord, the Employers fleet has begun to form a defensive ring around the polar caps of the planet and have raised a shield that has the power to deflect most orbital bombardment technology, including our own. We are working on a E.M......"
Syrath raised the Marine and snarled like a beast before dropping him and hissing;
"I have no time for this! The Employers are a major threat and another approaches, prepare the 1st War-Legion for a full-scale deployment and a stable warp gate. The Eye is a foul place of scum and pirates, I have no need to remain here any longer."
"Daemon's are fickle creatures... you... of all manner of being should be aware of this..." a booming voice superciliously pronounced, "they are not to be trusted... under any circumstance... I should know!"
The Daemonic Herald turned it's heads towards the direction of the voice. In the distance, the outline of a colossal monster stood against a white backdrop. It's body was wracked with damage, but it continued unabated towards it's objective. The avian beast started at the sight of the monstrosity, curious as to what it was.
"I do not expect Syrath to fulfil his promises... I foresaw this eventuality... it is fate... " the Herald of Tzeentch responded vaguely.
"Interesting. But... why exactly was I sent here?" Arrius the Great mused.
"Syrath demands that we lower the shielding over the Employer fleets, we have the location of a Sorcerer who is helping to keep the shield stable and without him the shield will destabilise and allow Syrath's ships to open a full scale attack."
Ludias nods his head serristipulously,
Your help would be greatly appreciated. But now is not the time for us to talk on mechanical devices as I would wish. I simply have to get my body back to working order, and that will be a mixture of sience and my own phisiology...
The two work endlessly for several hours to repair the damage to Ludias' suit and wargear. Soon he is back to fighting form, his sword and a single pistol now his only weapons, He will be travelling light. He returns to the bridge and hralds Bel' and Hunter
"Beltayn.... i fear I will not return from this, but my soul aches for something I have not had for a very long time, vengeance. I need this Bel' But I equally need you to carry the fight on. Remember me.
Hunter... you still have a grudge against the daemon Syrath yes? Good... I would have you come with me. Not only will i need your help, but also to bring my sword back to Beltayn should I fall.
Beltayn gets off the control throne, rushing over to his friend as he turns to leave...he grabs his arm and looks at him in his uncovered face.
"Ludias...I...you..." Beltayn sighs. "You and I have gone far together, even unto the ends of the galaxy. I don't want you to go...but I won't stop you from doing what you think you have to do. Before you go, know that you are the best friend and the most skilled Mon Keigh I have ever met...no matter what happens today, know that I will never forget you."
Beltayn makes an elaborate hand gesture that was used by Eldar pathfinders to recognize each other.
"Go with the might of Khaine, Ludias, and die well." Beltayn said sadly and went back to his throne. He sent a communication to Shas.
"Shas O' This is Beltayn in the Eldar flagship, I...I don't know what to do now, I don't know what Syrath has planned and neither do I know what the employers are going to do...I am still in your service, what do you want me to do?"
Ludias watched the Eldar with a touch of an emotion he diddnt often feel. It was melancholy. He diddnt want to bring his friend into this but he knew that the Eldar wouldnt be able to rest if he wasnt there to see his friend make a name for himself one last time...
"Come with me"
"Shas O' standby..." He said into the vox before coming down to where Beltayn was again. He stared at him for a moment, the two swapped gazes and finally Beltayn nodded, knowing that this would be their last chance to enjoy the throes of combat together. He nodded...
"Alright then, I am with you my friend." He said with an uncharacteristic smile.
Ludias grinned, his unnaturally perfect teeth baring in a feral smile.
"Fantastic"
Ludias dons his mask snapping the seals shut and hiding his face from the world. His heart beat immediatly slows and a sense of battle calm over takes him.
"Hunter... you can still come if you wish, but we leave as soon as the two of you are ready. Its time to end this"
"I have to protect the Shas'O and the others, you to may go and seek out the Daemon Syrath but do not believe you will find greatness in revenge or battle. I will find revenge once the Daemon slips up along his trail of evil and destruction."
Ludias takes the marines words to heart but doesnt stop grinning
"Maybe, but this is no longer about vengeance alone, this is me giving the fleet some time to organise itself. By creating a diversion."
"Sir we have continued to track Syrath, he is currently stationtioned at a single Command ship named The Black Trident that is moving towards the polar caps of the planet."
Time to go then, Bel'... looks like were going this one alone. Dont bother bringing my body back, unless you really want to for some morbid Eldar reasoning, just burn it is all I ask."
"Shas'O! You are severely wounded! You must stay in the medical bay," the Tau medical officer protested, trying to push Kais back in his seat, but being pushed away.
"Hunter, who I have been friends with since all of this began, Bel'tayn and Ludias, who have become amazing allies, are all on the planet below, and are willing to lay down thier life for our cause! The least I can do, is to return to my job, and help as much as I can!" Kais says, pushing his paining body towards the bridge. "Bel'tayn, Ludias, I am sorry to have been gone for so long, if you need anything now, I am can give it! And Hunter, friend, what is happening?!"
"Luidias is going after Syrath, its utterly insane and I wish to remain here with you. Syrath is still angered with you after the older conflicts and will probably want revenge after you stopped him."
"I will always be ready for Syrath, but please, tell them to contact me," Kais begs. "Ludias, Bel'tayn, I have fought Syrath before, and he is ruthless, it is suicide you going after him! But if you are so keen to ggo to your deaths, you will need aid, so if you want anything I advise you ask now, and I can give it!"
"Always with you and that dry wit, Storm. Lets go cause some havoc."
He then hears Shas O's Vox call.
"Shas O' you have been a most gracious employer, but this fight has become desperate. As a last service allow Ludias and myself to get Syrath's attention while you move your forces into position. There is no time for arguments honored Shas O' I thank you for your assistance and bid you farewell."
Beltayn looks at Ludias with a grim expression on his face.
Kais goes to argue, but then senses a slight recollection of past events. It sounded just like Mikal and Marius, the crazy fools. But they were some of the best friends and allies he would ever have. He should honour thier wishes, at least in remembrancce of lost friends.
"I think you are crazy, but I will honour your decision," Kais says, before speaking again. "Just one thing, give 'im hell."
Syrath stands atop a snowy mount, the jade water around it constantly slams against the icy, collapsing mountain and sits on an ancient throne. Once the main area of a grand Eldar palace, foolish race. So full of themselves and stupid but something was approaching.
Atlas moves forward towards the Shas'O and hands him a holo-map of a Web-way gate;
"I've found something, a Web-Way gate system that connects to Commoragh and ones beginning to show some strange readings and Daemons have begun a full scale retreat from the area around it."
OOC: Not the entire game! He has sniped an employer...
... but then again, whenever I try do make Kais do something epic, blood makes him fail and get severely wounded, whereas Ludias can kill fricking anything...
"Only one Section, the Daemon prince retreated and Vect took back the city within a week. Its back to normal now and the Daemons must of been stragglers and if the Black Heart Kabal find these ships they will take them from the Chaos marines at any cost."
"It may be difficult for us to do so, we require a way to fill their need for souls unless your men are fine with the ways if my.....kin and I understand if they do not."
"You have a point and I require a Haemonculi, this ship is big enough to carry a small Coven if we can provide them with 'Offerings' after every battle through it may be quite gruesome."
"You could come with us, to Commoragh quickly and quietly but we must find a offering to lure them in and I have an Idea. The Children are creatures they may have interests in and when those pods crashed on the planet they were aloud to spread and multiply, capture enough and we have a chance."
"Excellent, the Incubi will accompany us as well in order to boost our close quarters abilities and I also suggest you use these. They are designed to stun Tyranids and other foul beasts that inhabit the worlds of this Galaxy;"
Atlas hands Shas several darts that contain blue liquid.
"We all have our favored weaponry Shas'O, I have my Shard-Carbine and you have your Pulse Rifle. Both long ranged and very powerful and now we must move, our scanners have detected the Children and they are battling Chaos Mutants and Cultists in a bleak abandoned Mining station where they have begun to nest. We must hurry and capture them before they can increase their intelligence further."
The ship shakes and twirls as it speeds towards the Factory, it spins and slams hard into the metal platform at the top of the facility. The turret mounted on the lower area of the ship collapses and breaks of and smashes into the floor, the Dark Eldar and Tau spill out and begin to search for targets and foes.
"Wariors! Move out, and fire to incapacitate," Kais shouts, raising his own rail rifle, and moving towards the entrance that leads down into the dark heart of the facility.
Several of the beasts sprint forward in a insane and pointless charge, the Incubi raise their blades in a defensive stance while Tau Fire-Warriors aim for their legs and arms which causes several to fall quickly from pain and others and stunned instantly by the Dark Eldars poisoned darts.
(Shas its not that Reaper makes you fail epically its just I have to use insane firepower to bring these guys down, that one in space was the combination of your railgun shots the overcharge of the lascannon repaters AND the missles. No any one weapon is efficient, although a vortex grenade to the head seems to work.
Sorry to make you all wait but ill have to do a post later when i get home :S sos)
Ludias Ignores the daemon as the two snipers get into Endgame's seats, Bel'tayn for once occupying the gunners seat rather than the rear guns.
"Alright lets do this"
The lack of military or aviation jargon is Ludias' way of noting how grim the situation is. Soon the fighter jettisons out into the void and aims for the signal of Syraths position as noted by the holo map atlas is showing shas. Ludias had run a quick systems check and used this map to lock onto the daemons position. A quick warp jump and the fighter is hovering over a bluff some 3oo metres from the daemons position, Ludias chuckled to himself, he loved technology. He set the fighter down gently and the two snipers got out. Weapons drawn.
A bolt of pure energy slams into the ground near to Luidias and Bel sending both of them flying, both crash into the snow and rise only to see a massive and vile Syrath floating above them. His wings and flesh had stripped back and now none and red flesh was exposed, only a few scales remained that dotted his bleak bones and rotten flesh. He fires another bolt that slams into the Endgame and Moves forward revealing a massive Staff that twists and turns with dark flames;
"Ah Luidias and Bel, two more that have opposed me and will meet only death and defeat. How should we do this, a single shot for each or slow and painful."
Ludias flicks a switch on his visor and grins watching the daemon plummet out of the air and hit the ground with an ungraceful thud.
'Warp inhibitor, similar to the hood worn by Librarians of the Adeptus astartes, yet this is deisnged to project inhibiting waves. You wont be using any powers against us daemon. I had this specially installed for this very battle not 30 minutes ago"
Syrath chuckles and drops his staff and relases his long flamming claws and snarls at the two Sniper;
"It won't stop me, all I have to do is break is that not true and I won't have much difficulty doing that!"
Syrath leaps into the air amd grabs Bel before slamming him to the hull of The Endgame and screams at Luidias with such power that the glass of his helms eyes cracks, Syrath slams his foot down and grabs the sniper by the neck and brings Luidias to his face;
"Goodbye Storm, it was fun."
Syrath tares the warp inhibitor and takes a few steps back as it explodes, and Syrath returns his attention to Luidias......
Um... by my reckoning that should stop him from being able to A: fly because his wings wouldnt be able to support him, B: scream like that because it isnt physically possible without the support of warp magics and C: should also debilitate his natural strength because he himself is made of the warp...
Regardless
Ludias raises himeslf up and before the daemon can get to the inhibitor he slices the Daemons fingers off neatly with his sword.
"Not bloody likely daemon, You know Im too fast for that. His hadn comes around and hacks into the daemons foot which is however taken out of range by the daemons retreating leap. Ludias get up and checks on Bel' who despite the Daemons best efforts is barely harmed. Ludias raises his pistol and the warp destabiliser rounds glint in their shells.
"Good bye indeed daemon"
He empties the clip into the daemon but Syraths wings block the shells, tearing them apart but saving the daemon from the brunt of the attack.
"Sword it is then"
Syrath does not stop, he rises his bladed hands and forms the longs blades into a steel shield and strikes rapidly at Luidias with deadly and powerful attacks. Even for Luidias who could generally block such blows he is forced to move back as Syrath's flesh and bone regenerates, Luidais lands a blow in one of Syrath's eyes but the Daemon determined continues.
Ludias lets the claws impale him in the gut and he closes his eyes against the pain allowing his suit to work for him. It flicks his sword around and cuts clean through the daemons wing joints.
"Bel this would be a great time.."
He kicks the daemon backwards and rolls out of the way, holding his left hand across his chest allowing his body to heal the wounds rapidly. He knew that it would only stop the bleeding, the trauma would be irreparable without furthur medical aid. At the moment all he had to do was live for long enough to permanantly scar the daemon some more...
Syrath does not charge but slowly walks towards Luidias as he raises his hand and sends down a bolt of continuious energy that forces the Snipee to dodge the attack, Syrath does not stop but without his wings his speed is severed and he fires another bolt that slams into the ground next to the Sniper.
Syrath screw sand grabs Luidas before throwing him against his own ship and places his foot against the Snipers chest and slowly digs his talon into his collar bone and his other talons into his earlier wound;
Ludias having dropped his sword screams in pain as the daemons talons dig into his neck he begins to feel faint but fights back taking his combat knife and slamming it deep into the daemons right eye. Syrath shudders slightly and one of his hands falls limp and Lucias is able to push the daemons foot of him. His knife must have hit the daemons brain.
He kicks the daemon in the back of the kness and then picking up his sword goes to decapitate the monster but just as his blade begins its downwards descent Syrath kicks backwards sending Ludias flying, his blood splattering the ground. He hits a broad rock and groans as he feels several bones snap, namely most of his ribcage. He struggles to rise, his sword still clutched in his hand but Syrath wrenches the combat blade out of his eye and appraoches Ludias stamping on his sword and slamming the sniper back to the ground. He kicks Ludias over and plunges the combat blade deep into Ludias's chest cutting deep into a lung and severing his windpipe. Ludias gurgles slightly as the daemon lifts him up by the neck and twists hard.
Ludias sees one last look of contempt from the daemon, his blood flowing freely over the daemons wrist and Ludias' chest. the sniper feebly tries to push the daemon away before everything goes black.
Syrath laughs maniacally and brings up his staff and crushes the Anti-Warp device before pointing his staff directly over Luidias's head, a single push severer's the Snipers head from his body and the blood is drank madly by Syrath how throws the dead cadaver aside and smirks at the sight of another foe doomed to die. He then looks at the unconscious ranger Bel, an easy target but he ignores him realising he is still a threat to his power and his transformation is near, he flies off leaving Bel and the Decapitated Luidias alone on the mountain top.
And, Tyranic, I am sorry but is does seem as if Kais has done nothing epic, yet Ludias and Bel are so important and have done so much...
... just my views, but lets leave it at that...
... oh, and reaper, bloody? You ever played Blood Moon?
IC:
Kais sees one of the children coming at him, and raises his rifle to shoot, but is cut off short as the child slams into him, taking him off his feet, and making him drop his rail rifle.
"Atlas!" he shouts, struggling to get the child off of him, scrambling madly.
The child sees an opening, and moves in, showing his razor sharb talon-like teeth.
Kais for a moment thought that it was over, and closed his eyes to emrace death, when the beast just slumps on his chest, showing a poison dart sticking out of his back.
"You should be more careful, friend!" Atlas shouts, throwing the rail rifle to Kais, who catches it with a chuckle.
"I know, now lets continue our work, and get out of here before one of the Employers shows up!"
"Shas'O Ludiais and Bel's life signs have begun to fade and, wait Luidias's life-signs are...gone. Shas'O Luidias is dead, our scans detect no life signs from his personal HUD."
The Dark Eldar ignore the news and drag the Child back to the ship with the Shas'O in tow.
OOC: Yeah the first for a bit, my character was Sindri
... oh, and guys, I have been thinking about starting an Aliens roleplay, with maybe a few Predators, sso if you guys are interested, I'll create a discussion thread...
... and this time I will do my events...
IC:
Kais thinks about what was just said as he returns to the Silver Shark.
Ludias was dead, just like Marius, and Mikal, and all the others that he had lost in this terrible war.
IC: Beltayn comes to...the last thing he remembers being the huge form of Syrath pounding into the landscape next to them and thrashing Beltayn around for a bit before...everything went black...He rubbed his skull, he was dizzy, nauseous, he probably had some form of concussion from the trauma of the beating he'd taken...
And then he saw it...his friend, Ludias Storm's body, lying, bleeding in the virgin white snow...He struggled, grunted...he couldn't get on his feet but he crawled over to where it lay in a puddle of its own red blood. Beltayn was not surprised, he did not deny himself what he saw. He only lamented that he had not seen his friend's final moments of defiance against the daemon. He felt an emptiness that only accompanied his own path as an outcast, forever to be alone in the universe...
He felt an overwhelming boiling in his blood, it called for vengeance, it spoke of pain, and it reeked of fire...
Beltayn said a prayer over his friend's body and took his sword. It took him a few moments to get up but he did so and carried Ludias' limp body onto the prow of the battered Endgame. Ludias flicked a switch in the Endgame's cockpit and took one last look at Ludias' body, taking off his hood and shroud, leaving his head bare.
"If your soul is still here, then look on my face one last time, great hunter and know that my spirit goes with you, Ludias the Lionheart." Beltayn said and took his things and walked away...
Sixty seconds later, the Endagame's arsenal detonated and sent Ludias' body to the void. Beltayn, who was several hundred meters away, Just stood in the snow and ice, feeling nothing but loss, and numbly flicked his transmitter on so that his employer could find him.
OOC: The Xenomorphs? I shall join. And I see you and Shas you need to rally the troops and find Bel
Bel sits on the side of the cliff top, the flames still burning behind him but a sudden wave of psychic energy alerts him to the arriving Farseer and a Incubus who follows along searching for any approaching foes;
"We came as soon as we heard, I'm so sorry but he gave his life to save you, his memory will live on."
Beltayn looks up at the Farseer and the Dark Eldar warrior, his gaze turns into a scowl and forms from that into a glare. His hands clench into fists and tremble.
"You're sorry? You're sorry? What would one who has fallen so low know about me? Or about what I have been through?!" He shouts at the Farseer."You and your kind, it makes me sick to have to work with such..." He begins before trailing off and falling to his bottom, he just sits there, his head hanging, he feels tears well up in his eyes, such grief was an emotion he was not accustomed to.
"He's gone, he was my only friend I'd ever had and now he's gone, there's nothing left for me."
"That is what I thought, when my only two friends in the world were taken from me. One, by Chaos, and the other, by death at the hands of the one he had loved," Kais said sorrowfully resting his hand on Bel's shoulder. "I will not try to condone you, or even comfort you, or tell you that everything will be alright. But it will pass, for thier our more Daemons to fight. And I need to ask," he paused for a second, walking around, and holding out his hand. "Are you with me?"
"And what if Syrath had turned on you? What would you do if Syrath left Luidias to die bleeding and left you dead, how would of he coped? Syrath's dark seance of humor makes him foolish and arrogant, Syrath did not destroy Luidias soul and spirit. He consumed his blood, he is now weakened since his mind remains in Syrath's mind and body, if we can raise it Syrath will be caught in the one conflict in which he has no advantage"
Beltayn let the words wash over him, that was until the farseer mentioned Syrath...He stood up, his anger and wrath returned in place of grief.
"Syrath...that scum has been the bane of too many...he has been killed no doubt countless times...but each time he comes back...how? How can we kill something that does not die? There has to be some way to end his existence. For this alone I would fight, I would do what is necessary to erase his memory from the cosmos, I owe Ludias that much."
(ooc) I belive now is the time... Warork... Im truly sorry, but I guess it does allow Bel' to have some character development.
(IC)
Lucian Frost fang looked over the snows to the gathering of the different races and sighed in his throat. Finally, it was time. he looked at the crater several hundred metres off to the right... He had seen the explosion and seen his quarry dissapear, no matter, after that battle the forces here would want revenge on the daemon. He walks forwards steadily angling for the tau
"Shas'o Tau Kais!!! I bring greetings from Fenris and the Sons of Russ"
Several Tau Fire-Warriors and Dark Eldar turn to face the Space Wolf, a Eldar Ranger sits alone on a Cliff-Side while a Tau Commander stands with Farseer talking until they see the approaching Space Wolf.
"Then the sorcerer must be slain. I shall rip him in twain as a sacrifice to the Architect of Fate!" Arrius roared, "I shall also require an adequate diversion, so that I can get close enough to destroy the abomination!"
"That is our specialty Daemon Prince, we will cause Chaos with the turret systems and force the Chaos guards to move towards that area. Then you can make your precise strike"
So I'd like to join. Here's my character sheet and everything. Just curious, where is the battle that's going on currently talking place? Once I have a clear idea of what's going on, I'll join in by saying the warp dumped them out there.
Character sheet
Name: Basilius Karith
Age: 71 (or 273, if you count the strange time passed in warp travel)
Wargear: Power Armor, Power Sword, Plasma Pistol
Race: Astartes
Powers and abilities: Standard Astartes Abilities, such as spitting weak acid, going days without sleeping and superhuman endurance
Servants: The Remnants of the Imperial Hounds Chapter
Background: While most Space Marine Chapters were created to defend humanity from the countless Xenos, Daemons and Heretics that terrorized the galaxy, the Imperial Hounds were created for something different. Much like the Night Lords prior to the Horus Heresy; they were a Chapter tasked with keeping humanity in line at all costs. Basilius was one of the founding members of the Chapter, though at the time he was a mere Battle Brother that had been transferred from the Ultramarines. As time went on, the Imperial Hounds flourished and Basilius climbed up the ranks. After heroically executing forty seven citizens suspected of heresy in a ten minute raid, he was promoted to the Commander of the 10th Company. When he ordered the orbital bombardment of Cirtus V, he promoted to 6th Company Commander for "displaying the ability to accurately judge and assess situations."
He served for many years honorably until the entirety of the Imperial Hounds were tasked with putting down a Genestealer Cult on Zirith III. The battle was mainly a series of skirmishes within sewers, abandoned buildings and gang infested hives. As the Imperial Hounds gained the upper hands, Hive Fleet Leviathan arrived. Attracted by the psychic beacon of the cult and extremely hungry, the Chapter was massacred and ultimately escaped the battle with only seven remaining Astartes, with Basilius among them. As the highest ranked survivor, he was immediately promoted to Chapter Master and his first act of duty was to attempt to contact Terra. The Shadow in the Warp from the Tyranids blocked the message and Basilius made the decision to deliver it personally. As his ship with the remainder of the Imperial Hounds set off for Warp Travel it was attacked by a Tyranid ship and was sent spiraling off course upon entering the warp.
During the long, insane voyage the astropath died, as did two of the surviving Imperial Hounds. Now, 202 years following the Massacre at Zirith III, the Imperial Hounds have been finally shot out of the Warp, though they are quite far from Terra. Basilius emerged battered and half insane, but still a powerful Astartes.
Appearance: Like all of the Imperial Hounds' Basilius' armor is pitch black save for the silver electronics and glowing red eyes. This is for intimidation purposes of course. Underneath his armor the Astartes is extremely ugly and malformed, with bald swollen skin, dozens of jutting artificial enhancements and sunken back brown eyes.
Warband-
Librarian Heron-Though Heron is a talented psyker, the warp has hurt him badly. Heron frequently suffers from strange visions, crippling head aches and hears whispering voices. He is careful to keep these hidden, as revealing such could warrant execution. Armed with Force Weapon, Bolter and Bolt Pistol.
Assault Marine Swithe-This Assault Marine is proud owner of the only remaining Jump-Pack of the Imperial Hounds. He is mostly intact from Warp Transit. Armed with Chainsword and Bolt Pistol.
Tactical Marine Mathew-Mathew is constantly muttering incomprehensible things and hasn't taken off his armor since the Massacre. Armed with Bolter.
Tactical Marine Severianus-After the Massacre Severianus was badly injured and now has four bionic limbs, in addition to artificial lungs. Severianus is quiet and obedient. Armed with Meltagun
Scout Theseus-The last survivor of the 10th Company, Theseus is somewhat of an outcast among the Chapter due to his lack of "Full Astartes Status." Little is known about the Scout. Armed with Chainsword and Bolt Pistol.
"Sir we are emerging, heavy damage to all systems and multiple targets close by. Our targeting systems are down but several of our outer scanning systems have survived, at least 30 unknown ships are in orbit in the planets atmosphere while several Tau and Eldar ships are in orbit around a single massive Xenos craft. Other Chaos ships nearby and entering the planet bellows atmosphere, we are ready for your orders Captain."
The Herald and Prince arrive at the side of the shield were a horned Sorcerer wearing little but robes and basic metal armour chanted madly while Chaos Marines of the Iron Warriors keep constant Guard;
"Their they protect him, we shall draw their fire Daemon Prince."
Within seconds the Daemon appears not far from the marines and points and laughs at them;
"Can you catch me or will your Giant lead and Iron shoes slow you down?"
The Daemon runs of with the Marines in tow....
(OOC) Will you be at GW this week? Want to see Syrath in action in a game
Concurrently, just as the Herald vanished, the servant of Tzeentch transported Arrius close to where the Sorcerer stood. He knew their would be no point in sneaking up behind a fellow being with foresight, so he brashly charged directly at the horned creature. The Sorcerer shifted it's attentions from protecting the Employer's ship to fending off the crazed the daemon which was assaulting him. It projected a destructive bolt of pure warp energy directly at the towering Daemon Prince. hoping to maim it. To the chaotic creature's horror, Arrius merely brushed the psychic attack aside with the sweep of one of his talons.
"Really... you actually expected that to harm me... " the Daemonic monstrosity bellowed at it's victim.
Arrius raised a taloned palm and focused his mind upon the Sorcerer. The abomination's body began unnaturally convulsing and the psyker writhed in intense agony. It screamed and yelled profane proclamations to the Ruinous Powers as it's shape slowly changed. Pained yelps were exclaimed as it morphed into an unholy abomination, as it transgressed into pitiful Chaos Spawn. The Daemon Prince smirked, pleased with the knowledge that his arcane Gift of Chaos had worked so perfectly.
Arrius searched the barren landscape for a piece of chain. To his delight he found a rusted piece amongst the many items which the Iron Warriors had left behind. The Daemon Prince marched towards the slavering creature which was formerly the sorcerer and tied the chain around it's neck. A makeshift "lead" was crafted from the rest of the rusted chain.
[OOC: Of course I'll be there, I still need to finish painting and modelling Syrath. ]
A heavily damaged Battle Barge displaying no chaos insignia is suddenly spewed forth from the Warp and into the Eye of Terror, appearing on all radars. The ship is shooting ahead at top speed and is clearly uncontrollable. The few remaining thrusters attempt to slow its descent to no avail and the vessel plows into the atmosphere. Massive panels, broken turrets and chunks of metal snap off, littering the ground. Finally it hits the ground, obliterating the front half of the ship in a massive explosion. From within the wreckage a figure emerges.
"Now you shall feel my unholy wrath, all ships open fire on their craft! Force them into a tight nouce from which their is no escape, one foe of mine fell today another will as well!"
Syrath screams foul propaganda over the Vox channels as he defends from the skies, he crashes into the ground next to Arrius and nods to his servant;
"My accension is almost complete but four more foes remain that truly oppose me, let us dine on their flesh!"
The Space marines emerge, all proud and glad that the Emperor has given the holy and glourious protection. A Web-Way gate is not to far from the Crash site and begins to buzz with energy and power as the Dark Eldar of the Black Heart Kabal emerge. Raiders and Venoms speed from the black shadow towards a low atmosphere battle....
"Alright men," says Basilius, pushing away a broken door and freeing himself from the wreckage. "Form a defensive perimeter immediately. We'll determine our location first and our coarse of action next. Its been a... difficult journey, but I think we're a step closer to Terra. Remember, the Emperor Protects." As his men scurry about to secure the wreckage, the Chapter Master looks into the horizon and squints. He just barely sees what could be a humanoid figure.
Lucian raises his hands in a show of good faith, Icetooth maglocked to his belt and his Master Crafted bolter resting against his back on a sling.
"I mean you no harm, I have tracked the daemon Syrath all the way from Fenris. I am here to avenge the deaths of the Wolf Lord Marius and the Wolf Guard Mikal. And I will not leave until either my body is broken or Syrath is locked into servitude of the warp. I have the wargear to do so"
He raises his hand higher and opens it showing a small glowing ring built into his armour.
"This ring has been designed specifically to lock Syrath into a miniature warp dimension, where he will be tortured for eternity for his crimes. He wil not bew able to escape for even if the ring is destroyed he will be locked there. The ring is like a one way gate. Even should the gate be broken there is no way back."
"It is good to see another Space Wolf, I feel they always welcome in my prescence," Kais says, fairly cheerful at the sight of another Space Marine. "I knew Marius and Mikal well, they were great warriors, and had fought allongside me many a time. It would be an honour fo gith with another just one more time. How did you know them?"
(OOC) My internet Connection is quite bad at the moment
"It will not work and We cannot kill him, he is immortal or even trap him. Syrath is favored by all four of the Chaos Gods and is still not on a Leash like Warmaster Abbadon, his actions will defy this realm for eternity unless we stop him forever by the worse way possible. A deal with the Daemon, his reach is so foul it will destroy a thousand realms after this one."
Raiders and Ravagers fly over head the Space Marines, Dark Eldar Warriors hang from there mounts and hiss and scream the foe. They do not fire instead they concentrate on the battle ahead.
"I doubt that a deal will work," Kais sighss turning to the Farseer. "He has hated me ever since we first met, and I am one of few who have survived his reign of terror. He will not want to make a deal with me, he will want to take my head off."
"Syrath makes deals with anyone, he's the kind that does not care for his past enemies when he makes contracts however they do cost and such a contract would cost a large amount indeed unless we detonate a warp bomb connected to the Web-Way system of the planet and detonate it, it will consume the planet and stop Syrath for some time."
OOC: Oh yeah, and Reaper, the thread for the aliens RP is up, if you wanna join...
IC:
"Fine," Kais says before turning back to the newcomer, Lucian, and the others. "If there are no arguments, we should contact Syrath immediately, but I still don't like this."
The Employers hovered over each end of the holo-table; the light blue projection of the battle flickered and changed every so often as the two fleets battled. They had lost their energy shields and even with the Eldar ships they could not put them to full use without the Eldar blood line, but they had other means. They had gained blood samples and the correct technology to create a ‘clone’ or being to complete the task, and the blood samples of other Eldar servants;
“We have had some progress my great lords, our scientists have created the embryo and are preparing it for advanced growth but it will take some time and Coraks is still holding the line against Syrath’s Warriors for now.”
The Tech-Lord bows before the Employers and leaves the room while they plot and plan, the lead Employer claps its long mechanical hands and laughs coldly;
“What a fine mess you’ve all made, good to know I have to clean this up and now Syrath has summoned his fleets and star craft.”
“Something’s moving fast towards us! The Prince from Earlier!”
The Lead Employer turned;
“Tell Coraks to crush him!”
I wonder if anyone has guessed the Employers plan...
blood reaper wrote:Raiders and Ravagers fly over head the Space Marines, Dark Eldar Warriors hang from there mounts and hiss and scream the foe. They do not fire instead they concentrate on the battle ahead.
Sorry if this is a stupid question, but are you talking about my warband/Space Marines or other Space Marines? Thanks.
Lucian goes up to the farseer and grabs her by the throat. She finds herself unable to resist as his massive astartes strength lifts her bodily into the air and wrenches her weapon away from her. Lucian eyes the farseer calmly, his lifting her up no more than a way to make her stand still for long enough to observe. Nonetheless his grip tightens somewhat.
"You are the farseer whos soulstone was entombed within Marius' chassis were you not?"
The farseer is beginning to choke, her abilities of the warp seemingly nulled by something or someone that she cant see. She has no concept of wolftail talismans which through the spacewolves belief can nullify warp energies. He doesnt even let her respond knowing full well who she is. The psykers resonance rippling off of her is enough to make the metallic stench of the warp rise up in Lucian's throat. On Fenris Lucian discovered that even when his eyes were closed he could identify Psykers with a sort of sixth sense, many of the space wolves possessed this ability and it was just one more reason why they were so good at hunting Psykers.
"Give me a reason eldar, give me a reason not to kill you right here and now, or lock you inside the ring you so desperatley believe will have no effect against a daemon it was designed to cage. Give me a reason
The continued silince of the farseer prompts Kais to act.
"She is a valuable sorce of information Lucian. I would rather I diddnt loose that information just yet."
Lucian nods slowly as if weighing up his options then tosses the near suffocated farseer to the ground and shatters her singing spear over his knee. The shards of wraithbone from the weapon simply drop to the ground and dissolve into the snow. A weapon that powerful being nullified like that quickly lost its form and power. Lucian turns to the Shas'o
"I was a member of the Wolf Guard Mikal's pack of wolf guard. I have been designated for the last 3 centuries to hunt psykers on the battlefield and have worked alongside several Tau commanders before. And if there is one thing I have learned it is that Chaos was the reason for the beloved Marius and Mikal's deaths. Not any reasoning on thier own part, and so Logan Grimnar had decreed that five of the Chapters Lone wolves, our best. Would follow your path to hope find the Daemon Syrath and cage him within the ring here. To suffer for his actions. Loke, Gerwik Tibrus and Frendi are on thier way. I was the advance guard. We will have that company in mere terran days"
"Shortly, yes I will. I cannot be stopped fools, your pathetic idles and talismans have not effect on me fool. I have power to crush you here and now but I think I'll take my time, it was incredibly fun to taunt Marius into Chaos. Such a foolish mortal, believed he could deny me but he failed and bowed down to me like I was a king! "
Syrath rises higher and higher into the air gaining more power, as he looms over the group he twists and ruptures. His wings morph into a massive set of mighty pinions while his body becomes greater in size and length as his broken rib cage pulls back and reveals his rotting and decaying stomach and feathers, his eyes burst into flames and a long axe headed staff appears in his hand;
"I have become the first and only great Saint of Chaos! Your chapter will bow to me soon Lucian once I arrive on Fenris with my Legions, have I not introduced you to them? Foes meet the 1st War-Legion!"
A group of Blacked Armored Chaos marines arrive from a portal behind Syrath, they have a dark silver trim and stand in several ranks.
Lucian unslings his bolter and without haste or panic executes thirty of the marines with headshots, the bolters clip run dry he reslings it and draws his blade. He diddnt care what the others were doing, this was what he was here for, and none could best him. He sprinted forwards and a bolter round pinged of his shoulder to detonate above him backlighting him with an evil tinge of red. He Howls loudly as he charges forwards and the chaos warriors charge back to meet him. His blade flicks out and impales one of the marines, with a twist of his wrist he sends the warrior careening back intot he others and pivots on his right heel dropping down slightly under a swing of a chainaxe and bringing his sword through the offenders waist halving the marine. His weapon then darts back over his shoulder blocking a blow meant for his head. He pivots to tface the marine and kicks backwards flooring anouther. He spins his blade slicing through the chaos warriors and then through his neck. Anouther kick wneched his sword free from the chest of a marine it had blurred into after decapitating its last foe.
Lucian howls in exultation as the marines fall around him, not a single one can land a telling blow against the lone wolf. And this was just one. When Frendi and Tibrus and Loke and Gerwik arrived the chaos marines would soon flee.
Beltayn takes all of this in rather quickly, apparently this Mon Keigh warrior knew the great Mikal and Marius of whom the farseer spoke of...Beltayn wanted to ask him some questions, wanted to at least say something but it all happened so fast...
He turned towards the advancing Chaos marines and drew his dagger from its sheath, holding it up in a combat stance.
"You may have taken my friend but it will take much more to take me!" he yelled as he sprinted forward, propelling his body low over the bolter rounds. A line of bolts traced near his feet in the snow and he dived to one side of the marine, rising and plunging the dagger into the slit between the marine's helmet and armor, blood poured out over Beltayn's hand as the marine gurgled and fell over. As it did, a bolter round grazed his leg and he winced, losing his grip on the dagger. He had no time to retrieve it.
He brought out his sabre and charged the next marine, a bolter round grazed his arm but Beltayn did not stop, he danced left and right until he was close enough to bring the sabre up in a decapitating strike.The Marine toppled left as his head went right and the marine next to him brought his bolter down towards him to crush his skull. Beltayn rolled right and plunged his blade into the things leg, leaving it there, letting it scream as he pulled out his pistol and plunged it into the marine's eye socket with a quick motion and fired. Beltayn came up to his feet and pulled from his back Ludias' sword and held it in front of him. He was wounded, his cloak was torn, and blood was spattered everywhere on him, he wore an icy stare that wouldn't let up as he challenged the rest of the marines.
"Bring your weapons, bring your bodies, I'll take them all with me to hell." He stated levelly.
Lucian cleared a space around himself and the eldar, "You are Beltayn? I have been informed of your prescence in this sector, you are wanted for three counts of murder and at least 15 counts of unproved murder. I'm willing to ignore those charges if you help me"
The two warriors circled back to back, focusing on the marines that surrounded them but kept their distance.
"Beltayn the Jackal as the underworld knows me, and its 23 counts of unproved murder, you never found the other eight...let us focus on getting out of this and then I will hear your full terms, marine of the Emperor." He said lowly as he danced out of the way of a blade strike and met it with his own into a marine's side armor.
Lucian chuckles "Agreed"
He changes his fighting style subtley so that he can use the Eldar's prescence as a sort of shield. Allowing marines to run towards the Sniper before decapitating them or stabbing them in the back. One marine even lost his knees to a horizontal slash from behind before the Eldar claimed his head.
Lucian did not stop however simply because the marines were out of range. He drew his bolter and firing it one handed laid down a withering hail of shots that cleared a path infront of him. He let the weapon hang in its straps as he reloaded it and then brought it up again. Thirty shots later he simply slung it behind his back to give the Eldar a hand.
only to find that he diddnt need it. The Eldar was quite proficient with his weapons, however Lucian noted that the sword he used was distinctly similar to the briefing he had seen on Imperial weapons of the inquisition, it was a daemon hunting sword. Designed specifically to harm daemonic and chaotic flesh. Lucian grinned as he revved his own weapon. Time to fight.
He ploughed into the chaos warriors surrounding the Eldar and began a brutal and efficient series of strikes and blows that rendered his targets dead or so close to it that they couldnt lift a weapon. He was beginning to wonder a the numbers, he soley had killed close to if not more than 80 of the marines, they were not skilled and fell like wheat to a power sycthe and the Eldar had taken his share. But the Marines just kept on coming. There was no telling how many of them there were. And this baffled Lucian briefly, he had been told that the forces of chaos were dwindling, thier warriors loosing numbers every day. In his lifetime he had personally seen to thousands of deaths of marines. These few more were like a small bucket being emptied into the collective oceans of Fenris.
And yet the enemy still had more warriors to place in thier way.
Syrath chuckles and raises his staff, a massive bolt of green energy sends the group flying back words while Syrath's dead men begin to rise from the dead and grab their weaponry. Syrath fires another bolt which they narrowly avoid, a black silver Sythe slams into the ground near to Lucian and rises into the air again and slams down;
"We can do this for eternity and I'm not stopping until I do so! Nothing can stop me now! Ha ha ha ha"
Syrath then turns his aim to the Farseer who is retreating while forming a shield;
"I haven't forgotten about to you, DIE!"
Syrath fires a bolt at point blank range that kills the Farseer instantly before turning his attention to Lucian and Bel.
The next time the Scythe comes down Lucian doesnt avoid it, intsead he catches it. And breaks it across his knee like he had the singing spear of the Farseer.
"Face me daemon, or are you scared of a Wolf in White armour?"
Kais watches all of the battle taking place and gives Alas a nod, before wielding his rail rifle and taking a pin-point accurate charged shot at the Daemons head, knocking him back, and hurting him slightly, the broken face reforming.
"Surely you haven't forgotten about me, Syrath? Marius and Mikal's souls both call for revenge, and I am the here to deliver their vengeance upon you," Kais, says, taking another shot, that wounds Syrath further.
"How pleasant, with my sister gone and the Employers soon to follow with you right here. How pleasant, now prepare to di......agrh!"
Syrath starts screaming in utter pain as a long pair of silver blades pass through his head, he snarls before another strike removes his horns and his lower jaw. The attacker is Eldar in appearance but wears a black suit and strikes again pushing Syrath to the ground, his blood pours onto the snow. The Daemon responds fires several bolts of energy and beams but misses the attacker, the assailant strikes his legs and forces him to the ground once more.
Lucian takes the advantage to sprint over and grab the daemon by the throat and without furthur ado dismember him. The arms and legs of the Daemon falling to the ground. Lucian lifted the ademon and slammed him against a convenient rock and punched him in the face with his right hand. And then held his fist there. The ring built into his armour begins to emit a subtle glow....
Syrath grabs Lucian and slams him into the ground before fire a warp beam directly at his chest and throwing him to his side, Syrath takes of into the air roaring and hissing before warping away. The Assassin is left, a Eldar Ranger it appears to be at first with a black cloak and mounted on her back a long Daemonic Singing Spear, She looks to a wound caused by the daemon. A large gouge in her stomach but the flesh begins to re-form just like Syrath's, exactly like Syrath.....
:\ this guy just lost his arms and legs and ive already chopped off his wings.... Frustration with unkillable enemies is at an all time high.
Lucian gets to his feet brushing off the faint layer of soot on his armour. "His attacks are weak, he is waining. We have tow options however, he seems to be totally invulnerable. So we can either flee or die. Personally I dont fancy our chances if we stay. But failure for me is not an option. I will however leave this up to you Shas'o as it is your warriors who will be harmed if this continues.
Syrath never lost his wings but he did lose one of his feet.
The Assassin runs towards Lucian and brings up a sniper rifle and fires several times, the Space Wolf barley misses the shots and begins to move back as she brings out two power swords and begins to attack him.
"Back!" Kais shouts, firing a few rail rifle shots, which knock the Ranger back, and one taking a large chunk out of her arm. What is you quarrel with us?"
"You are all foes of the Employers, you must be killed of now."
She regenerates the wound and sprints forward knocking an Incubi out of the way and impaling the Farseer, she turns her attention to Shas and fires several times at him with her sniper.
Before Lucian can grab her she is on his back, she slams her blades into his right arm and sprints away firing a energy net over his legs;
"You cannot defeat me, I have your memories, blood and souls. I know everything about each and everyone of you, I am you. Syrath will fall from his throne along with each of you!"
Beltayn watches as Lucian struggles with the Assassin and brings out his own rifle calmly as she tries to run away. He unloads the rifle with calm proficiency and brings out a high charge pack, slamming it into his rifle's breech. He brings it to his shoulder, still crouching and flips the switch on his rifle's selector maximum power, the wraithbone rifle hums with potential power as he lines up the shot on the retreating assassin.
"You disgrace your own kind..." He says as he pulls the trigger and sends a blazing bolt of light and energy speeding into the back of the assassin's head, watching it topple over in the snow.
Beltayn notices that the battered Syrath is trying to rise and deftly plunges Ludias' power sword into his open mouth, impaling him to the ground, he looks into the daemon's face grimly.
"I don't care if you'll just get back up, I'm going to enjoy this." He said in a harsh whisper as he lowered his rifle and emptied the high yield magazine into Syrath's face. He then turned and took the power sword with him, cutting Lucian's restraints. He then slams in another high powered pack into his rifle and advances on the assassin who seems to be stirring. The barrel of his gun steams hotly in the frigid air.
"Go ahead and get back up! I'll take pleasure in shooting you again!" He calls mockingly as he advances.
(OOC) I've lost track, though I think its earned its place in the Guinness Book of World Records along with how many times Syrath has got back up Basically the Assassin is a clone of Bel, the Farseer and Syrath
"I care not, you should realise Bel that we have much in common. Such as blood."
Syrath lies in the snow, his eyes fading and breath slowing. The Daemon does not move but goes into a state of meditation and tries to ignore the pain, the Assassin runs towards Bel'tyan and brings out her Screaming Spear and fires a bolt of bight blue warp energy that almost rips Bel in two. He rolls out of the way and fires back but is tackled by the Assassin who brings her blade to his neck;]
"The Employers knew they could not beat you but created something that could, a clone."
As the Assassin prepares to strike Syrath rises and fires a long stream of bright green energy that disintegrates the Assassins right arm and slams the back of his staff into her head and grabs her by the hood;
"You dare steal my blood! My power flows through you does it not? Then I shall rip it out of you, piece by piece!"
Lucians arm had never been stabbed, his own blade had gotten there first and he had battered the assassin backwards with a flurry of blows, she couldnt get a hit in. There was a reason Lucian had won every deuling contest in the fang. It was because never before had he ever been bested in combat with any form of blade or even a shock mace. The assassin soon realised she was outclassed and began to flee, thats when Bel shot her. When she got up and then was knocked down by Syraths beam, Lucian was already running forwards and spun on one heal his sword arching round to decapitate the assassin and then swing at Syrath who blocks the attack with his staff. Syrath tries to fire a burst of warp energy at Lucian but Lucain growls and flicks his blade up to the ddaemons thraot forcing him to block the attack with both hands on his staff instead. Lucian then taking the advantage of both Syraths hands up in the air holding his staff, kicks the daemon hard in the chest knocking him to the ground. Lucian goes for an overhand blow but the daemon blocks it and kicks Lucian back. Lucian slids backwards holding his stance and skidding through the snow for a couple of feet, The daemon was not good at kicking. Syrath fired a blast at Lucian but it fizzled as it his his pauldron. The runes on his armour protecting him from the attack. Lucian charges forwards and slams his weapon in and upper cut that the daemon blocks and then loops it around for the daemons head. Syraths arms are in an awkward position to block the blow and so when Lucian makes his ext attack the daemon cannot get there in time and Lucians frostblade sinks deep into the daemons right hip nearly severing all the way through. Before it can heal Lucian shoves an armed krak grenade in the hole and backs off. Syrath scrabbles at the wound for a second but it heals over. His own body hindering his efforts. The grenade explodes and syrath is separated from his right leg and topples to the ground, firing dozens of energy blasts at Lucain, but Lucian takes a leaf out of Mikal's book and simply blocks the attacks with his Sword. As if he would an enemies weapon, the blasts fizzled against the blade and Lucian grinnedas Syrath tried to take off, but with one leg he couldnt free his wings enough to do so. Lucian advanced furthur and brought his sword down on the daemons staff, shattering it soundly.
Syraths scream of rage knocked the surrounding Tau and Eldar off their feet but it was not nearly strong enough to do such to an Astartes. Lucian pinned the daemons arms to the ground one by one and sawed them off slowly with his Frost blade. The daemon screaming and howling in rage as he does so, unable to even so much as fight back. Lucian takes his time tearing the daemon apart. And finally he takes his sword adn puts it at the dismembered daemons neck.
"You are... *Shove* nothing"
Lucian puts his foot on the daemons chest and wrenches his blade free, and turns away. The daemon still tries to rise and Lucian turns as weak blasts flicker over his armour, doing nothing to the Lone Wolf. He strides over and grabs the daemons face, activating his ring. There is a slight glow and then the daemon is abruptly sucked in to the ring. And away from any plane of existance that could ever set him free.
With Syrath last inches of strength he separates his head from his decaying body leaving it lying in the snow, gurgling blood and spiting out pus. The Daemon sniggers in a slurred fashion and smiles;
"I.....shall...RETURN!"
Syrath's head begins to crack and soon turns to dust leaving only the Daemons bear skull, runes of Chaos decorate it and the words 'Still alive' mark its brow. The Assassin runs off, no need to fight anymore with Syrath vanquished for now but maybe not for ever. For once in the universe, every Warrior of Syrath turns from their combat positions and begin to make their way towards the Daemon world. Portals of fire open as they march forward towards the planet, they would avenge their lord.
Lucian falls to his knees and howls in rage. The howl draws out every inch of frustration and anger he feels for the daemon. The ring was still usable, it would be until it broke. And there was a mark 12 shield generator over it that was only deactivated upon Lucian mental command.
He was truly the most annoying enemy Lucain had ever defeated.
Lucian laughs and speaks calmly back to the empty air. Something tells him that the daemon can hear him quite well.
"You try that daemon, and every time you do Ill cut off anouther finger with this." He pulls out a 8" combat blade covered in runes. "This was made to slit the thraots of daemons, send thier bodies to a plane of purgatory. The ring is your destination, However im sure you wont mind loosing your fingers to a plane where they cannot be regenerated or destroyed, but also cannot be used or manipulated. All they do is burn.
I shall give you great power, re-build your chapter
I can grant you Daemonhood, you could become my Herald
Lead my greatest armies into battle
Do not make the mistakes others have
Join me
And share the glory
I give you 13 hours to decide, I even invite you to my realm in the warp to face my real form and show you what I offer and if you deny it I shall meet you on mortal ground
Lucian growls and, still quite calmly, speaks to the air.
"What kind of gift would that be? Immortality? Power? Or a cage, trapped inside my own body watching myself kill all those I had known and loved. No daemon. I have te capability to kill you. Either you get better at bargaining or you die.
No your friends and allies would be safe, you could chose their survival and power. You would not be trapped, you would be free. Immortality is only one of the many gifts I offer you, come to my realm Lucain and see my power.
Lucian laughed coldly. "And what plan would you have for our religion Daemon? You would have us forget the reason for our existance? Our creed? The burnign desire in our blood to kill t=you and your ilk? You would have us simly forget that little issue? No. Now let me ask you if you wat to make a bargain? You seem fairly intent on it so ill go right ahead. Hears the deal. You leave this plane of existance and never return or I'll trap you in my ring. How does that sound?"
I think I'll ave to continue my plans, I don't think you have realised that the ring has failed you and I'll drag you into my realm regardless if you want to or not. Now I'd suggest you hold your breath when I open the portal;
A massive green portal opens and hundreds of Daemonic arms grab Lucian by his legs and begin to drag him into Syrath's realm, he tries to hold his ground but is dragged into the bleak and vile realm of Syrath. Spires of Bone and green flames stretch into the endless skies of the warp. Lucian is amazed by the dark place that Daemons call home.....
Beltayn watches as the portal opens and the daemon hands grab for Lucian. As he is lifted away, Beltayn makes a great leaping jump towards his flailing hand and grabs for the marine's gauntlet. Together, the two are hauled up into portal, Beltayn dangling from Lucian's arm.
"You will not escape me so easily Syrath, I will come and kill you on your own plain if that is what I must do!"
Daemons surround the two, carrying spears, blades and other dark weapons. Others carry banners marked by the symbol of Syrath, the massive pillars are marked by the skulls of Syrath's foes including two Space Wolf helms. A bleak shadow aproaches the two and departs from the Daemon hordes, Syrath floats into the air and smiles.
Lucian realises that the dameon will not let him escape this and that the Eldar wants in on the action, He grins and grabs the Eldars arm firmly and tugs him with him. The two end up in a hostile environmet wher Lucian realises that he might finally meet an enemy who is capable lof holding his own agaisnt Lucian in a deul.
"This place is feral, Beltayn. Do not allow it to get to your mind."
When the daemons surround them Lucian brings his frost blade up noticing happily that noe have bolters and the like. This would be to easy. He felt the Eldar tense beside him and watched as the shadow floated up. And sighed. So meldromatic. "You will be begging for me to leave before long daemon"
Lucian refuses the drink, but he does it politely. And turns to the daemon. His mind flicks to the other four members of his pack. They would find a way here. And when they did this daemon would scream for mercy. His curiosity got the better of him however.
"What the hell do you wnat from me daemon?"
"Your services Lucian, you seem like a grand servant. One who would be loyal and devoted, come into my great halls. I can show you my true grand powers;"
The massive glowing doors to the entrance of Syrath's massive spires open, Daemonic guards pour out in ranks of spear wielding, snarling animals. They bow to the mighty Syrath who smiles while several mighty Daemon princes and Greater Daemons also stand guard.
Lucian snickers at the daemons. Even if all of them simoultaneously attacked they would be hard pressed to even land a blow against him. He had been in a position similar to this not all that long ago and had proved that he could defeat a force larger even than this. Even the Daemon princes and greater daemons did not phase him. They were by and by large, extrememly fragile if one knew where to hit them.
Lucian has no intention at this point in joining the daemons side and looks down at the furious Eldar, waiting for the smaller being to make his move.
An Incubus joins Syrath's side, he is tall and lieth and bows to his master before drawing a Kalive and Power sword and forming a defensive stance along side his master;
"You can't beat us here and you really are igronant enough to say no."
Syrath smiles and bursts into an insane laughter, he smirks and wipes his eyes and points a long bomey finger at Lucian who rises into the air and begins to mutate within his suit.
"Kestrohn, haemousuci! Tratjhon!"
He falls and looks at his arms, they tear through his armour and mutate into long claws. His teeth become like those of a foul Daemon and horns sprout from his helm, wings form from his back and he screams in pain.
(OOC) I chose between you and Bel who Syrath would target, you can fight against Syrath but your still mutated
Lucian hits the ground. His arms bubbling with power. His hand grips his sword, all thoughts of patience forgotten. He leaps forwards instinctually knowing how to work his wings and his sword come down in a blinding arc forst on the in ubus's head and then on Syraths, the two attacks so close to gether eand so swift that not even the incubus can react to them. His limp body collapsing to the dirt. Syrath's broken form collapses and Lucian howls in triumph.
The daemon surge forwards bu tnot a single one is a match fro the mutated deulist. Syraths mutations making Lucians previous statement even more true. Everything from lesser to greater daemons feel quickly to Lucian's balde. His anger unleashed and primal. His body begins to rip it way out of his armour and soon his Wulven form rips out and finishes the job, dismebmbering daemons so quickly that they cant even make noise as thier bodies appear to desintegrate under the flurry of many clawed blows.
Hundreds are dead in seconds, Syrath crawls away into his fortress. Locking the gates and screaming orders to his Servents while the newly impowered Lucian slaughters fleeing Daemons, the once mighty servants of Syrath are left in bloody piles across the court yard. The Space Wolf lands and roars with power causing the fortress to shake, he is fury incarnate.
indeed. You should hav elearned by now not to piss me off reaper.
Lucian slowly becomes more like his... new normal form. Shrinking back to a roughly astartes size. His claws click over the hilt of his sword and he draws it up to eye level. He looks over at the mildly bewildered Eldar and sighs heavily in his chest. He draws his daemon killg blade adn flicks it to the sniper.
"Do what you want with it Eldar, I wont be surprised if you add me to your list. I wont stop you... Not now"
Beltayn catches the blade deftly, looking it over before looking back at the space wolf who is accepting of his gory fate. Beltayn just shakes his head.
"You are still a valiant warrior and for that I spare you, but you do know that there are ways to fix what has been done." He says motioning to Ludias' mutations. "Either way, I still need you around. You may not be able to take down that damned daemon but you can still help me do it...I need you to keep his forces busy out here so I can get in and find him, and when I find him I will kill him."
Lucian... Or what contains Lucian's mind looks at the Eldar with respect.
"hen I suppose I had better make the most of this... Gift" He spits the word out
His head rocks back and a completely chilling howl rips from his throat and daemons from all aorund carge towards him. Lucian gives the Eldar on last nod before he is swallowed by the tide adn the sounds of his revving Frostblade can be heard
The gates open, Daemons carrying scimitars, maces, spears, pikes, great swords, long swords and burning bows march towards the two amd shout praises to Syrath. The greater Daemon appears behind them and smirks weakly;
"Leave nothing left, once they are dead bring their souls and destroy what's left of them."
Unknown to Syrath, Beltayn has already spirited away, both Ludias' sword and Lucian's blade sheathed onto his back. He makes his way through debris and cover until he makes it to the fortress wall. He then picks a spot that seems to be the lind spot of the parapet he is aiming for and begins to climb up the cracked wall with deftly graceful hands.
He looks back to the battling Lucian He scowls, another great warrior taken by the likes of Syrath. "Go with the Emperor, Lucian of the Space wolves..." He says and then continues to climb to the top, unseen by anyone, who have their eyes focused on Ludias.
Daemons of infinite shapes, sizes and designs run forward. Spiting hateful daemonic words and crawling over each other to get to Lucian, a Herald of Tzeentch rides on a flaming disc and sends bolts of energy down at Luidias. The Wolf dodges them and grabs the avian Daemon by its neck forces its head into the burning ground before throwing its broken body at the advancing Daemons, Juggernauts of Khorne charge forward; the riders swinging maces and blades madly at anything within reach. The other Daemons make way for them fearful of the dark wrath they bring with them.
Bel'tyan slides down a small spire and searches for Syrath in the midst of Chaos and despair, while he is able to avoid the Daemonic filth and scum that make their homes in this blackened place he is unable to escape the thought of all the Eldricth souls that did meet their end here. He soon comes to a small gate way tower where the controls for the main gate way into the inner courtyard sit.
Lucian doesnt stop his body is slowly becoming used to the transormed aspects it has and is now in full swing. The daemons cant get close as lighting fast strikes bat even leaping juggernauts out of the air. The Wolf is slowly surrounded by a lull in the fighting, the daemons leave no corpses behind so the daemons just keep coming. And Lucian keeps killing them. Eventually there is a point where he has literally killed all the daemons thrown at him. He chuckles slightly, only now feeling slightly out of breath. "I told you I could kill all the daemons there"
"You think you can handel that power? Then feel the full force of it!"
Syrath fires a stream of energy that brings Lucian to the ground, his legs twist and turn into long Daemonic slender legs. His head grows a crown of horns and his armour twists into a set of armour that is bound with his flesh, Syrath crackles as Lucian falls to the ground. His body flowing with Daemonic warp energy, he tries to stand but screams as long stands of flesh join together to form wings.
"Do you think to your brothers will welcome you back as a Daemon? Come! Test your new form against me! Maybe if you beat me I'll turn you back, I'm not even kidding!"
Syrath lands in front of the transformed Lucian and smirks.
Beltayn sneaks into the control room unseen and comes to the controls, trying to figure out what they do before he uses them.
"Alright Syrath, lets see what secrets you hold in your inner sanctum..." Beltayn says to himself as he shoves a switch that opens the pathway to the inner courtyard. He smiles to himself, there had to be something in there that could hurt Syrath, if he could just get his hands on it.
Beltayn left the control room and headed for the inner courtyard, pulling his cloak around him and hoping that combined with his stealth skills would be enough to hide him from any defenses Syrath had. Down and up impossible stairwells he went, the entire impossibility of the place sending shivers down his spine. Several times he thought he heard whispers, thought he heard footsteps but each time they were revealed to be nothing. He swallowed hard and breaced himself for more horrors as he trekked on, determined to fulfill his vow to destroy the daemon saint if it was the last thing he did.
"If I am successful...know that it was for you Ludias." Beltayn says to himself as he finally gets through the gates that lead into the inner courtyard.
Bel'tyan enters the inner courtyard, a place of terror and fear. Daemonic guards in black iron armour stand guard like statues while the bones of Syrath's dead foes lie scattered and broken, the broken skeletons of Farseers and Walocks lie over burning trenches and their soul stones tormented by foul Daemons of Slannesh that laugh at their screams. In th centre of the courtyard lies the dusty bones of a Space Wolf partially mounted in a burning Dreadnought, and by him the body of a Farseer gnawed at by rats and Daemonic creatures.
Lucian dominates the being inside him shoving it down with an iron will and slowly his body receds back to its former shape, just as if he were repressing the Canis helix. His armour unfuses from his body and his wings retreat into his back.
Lucian chuckles coldly
"Never... ever doubt a Space Wolves faith in his emperor"
He draws his sword from where it now resided against his hip. He raises it steadily and revvs the weapons engine
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:OOC: And everybody just decided to forget me, again, and leave me with the Assassin with one arm...
... guys, please stop making me miss out on so many important things, it is really pissing me off...
... where am I, what am I doing, and what importance am I showing right now?
OOC: Quit whining, you didn't miss anything...your still technically on the surface where we were fighting last...We've got Syrath but the employers (or that other guy, the daemon prince) is probably what you need to be concerned about...
Me and Lucian are just indisposed of for the time being...y'know, every time we pass you up doesn't mean we've totally left Shas on the other side of the galaxy...
Lucain and Bel'tyan where sucked into the warp and the Farseers dead, you Hunter and the Dark Eldar are preparing for war against the Chaos marines and Dark Eldar. And Shas, I can't just pause the RP when your gone.
Arrius pondered his next course of action. Divining what future would serve him the best. Cut of the head and the body shall die! The old proverb rang in his head, as if whispered to him by a familiar voice. No. That does not always run true. The Employers are like the Hydra. Kill one and the others will become more powerful. Destroy them all, at once, and there is a chance they shall fall.
The great Daemon Prince stared down at the Herald of Tzeentch
"I shall require your aid once more, Daemon" Arrius mused "You must contact the others. So that we can eliminate all of the Employers in one fell swoop"
"Lord Arrius! Lord Terik has sent us a message from the Realm of Syrath, Syrath is fighting the Eldar and a Daemonic Space Wolf. He killed many of the main guards but the elite still remain, we must hurry quickly and destroy the Employers before assisting Lord and Master Syrath. The 1st, the 5th and the 9th War-Legions are approaching the planet and are ready to unleash a hell storm of fire once they arrive, and what of Coraks and his spies! Shall we awaken the sleeping axe of Syrath yet?"
The Daemonic messenger bows to the Daemon prince, a simple imp creature with several Imperial Dog tags as a necklace and a short sword tied to his waist.
"Fine, I'll summon what I have. But I'm quite short at the moment since my horde joined that of Trixxaris the Purger on the world of Monticge IV, but my Horrors can create one hell storm of a fire."
OOC: Sorry, but it always seems that I have to fight all the wars, but never have an epic fight with Syrath, an Employer, or have a huge effect on the plotline...
... and you could just not have big parts where a major character turns into a daemon while I'm gone...
... I actually wanted to follow Bel and Lucian...
... anyway...
IC:
Kais had watched Bel and Lucian get sucked into the portal, but had been stopped when he had tried to follow.
"Kais!" Atlas said, pulling him back. "We can't go in there, we don't know whats on the other side. It's too dangerous!"
"No!! Every time I try to get him, he runs! Always! Not again!" Kais shouted, struggling to break free.
Shas crashed into the warp, he looked up. The sky was a dark green, lighting strikes hit huge spires of bone and metal that surrounded the fortress while Daemonic guards poured in and out. Atlas followed but the portal closed behind him, almost slicing him in half. Fury daemons circled the skies and soon spotted the pair and screamed at them before diving down towards them.
"I told you this was a bad idea,"Atlas says, wielding his splinter rifle and firing into the midst of the oncoming beasts.
"I am sorry, but we will need to finish this, even though this may not be the best way to do it," Kais replies, taking precise shots with his rail rifle, almost getting decapitated by one of the flying Daemons.
Atlas uses his Shard Carbine to cut down the Daemons with ease, and the Shas'O's cannon destroys them with percision shots. The gates of Syrath's massive fortress, the Daemonic hordes of the saint emerge and begin to march towards them.
"Syrath! Why do you send your minions towards us, when you could face us yourself and at least keep a shard of honor!" Kais shouts, already firing his rail firlfe, taking down many a foe with each shot.
A herald of Syrath stands at the forefront of the horde, he raises his right hand to stop the Daemons from moving forward and rides towards the Shas'O on a dark hoarse of green fire. He stops only inches away from the Tau and Dark Eldar;
"Why do you come here? To the saints holy realm, do not defile this place with your heresy!"
Beltayn looks over the scene...it chills him to the very bone, he sees the lost soulstones hanging above fiery trenches were daemons torture the souls of his kin, it is almost too much for him to bear as he begins to shake. He stops himself as his hands go to the swords sheathed to his back. Something catches his eye amongst the ruins of his kindred in the field...
He sees many body sized constructs of wraithbone and at first he thinks they are statures; being calcified and inanimate. But as Beltayn searches amongst several of the shapes he sees that they are nor statues but actually constructs of his people. Rows of derelict wraithguard bodies stand amongst the bones of Syrath's enemies. Bletayn grins as an idea forms in his head...Syrath's arrogance and his own trophies would be his downfall...
Beltayn moved quickly and lithely down to the trenches, drawing both swords, holding one in each hand as he went. The first daemon didn't know what hit it, neither did the second, by the time Beltayn had hacked the third in twain though, the daemons of Slaanesh, his kin's greatest foe, had noticed him and laughed as they launched their assault. Beltayn dipped into a fighting stance and braced himself for the flurry of blows that was to come...He prayed a quick prayer to Khaine to give him strength for this battle.
A single daemon skittered in with its repulsing flesh and tried to slice him in an upwards diagonal swipe. Beltayn deftly strafed about the figure and with the momentum brought one of the swords down in a cleaving motion that cut the daemon in two. Another daemon came at him, this time high, Beltayn jinked to one side but he was caught off guard by the speed of the daemon and its cold blade grazed his arm. He winced but brought his other sword around and cut the daemon int two at the waist. Beltayn was a flurry of blows and parries as he dispensed the daemons one by one and afterwards, bloody but unbowed, he panted hard and leaned on his swords, thanking the powers that be that he survived and sheathed the swords on his back. He got down on his stomach and fished the chains of soulstones out, feeling the quaking terror of the souls inside them.
"Be calm now, you will have your vengeance soon." He whispered as he took as many soulstones as he could find and snuck into the graveyard of the courtyard. One by one he placed the soulstones into any whole wraithguard body he could find with another prayer that this would work.
"Rise my kin, rise and serve retribution on those who wronged you in life! Rise up from the grave and be the incarnation of death!" Beltayn shouts victoriously as he sees life from the souls of the stones fill the bodies again. They begin to move and grab their weapons, shaking the sediment which had clung to their bodies and stomping forwards, surrounding Beltayn. The shrieks of the daemon guards filled the air and Beltayn unsheathed his two great swords, marching forward and taking his hood off to reveal his long face and silver hair.
"For our people!" Beltayn shouted as he charged forward with squads of wraithguard behind him.
These where no normal Wraith Guard, they where constructs of both bone and sorcery and marched towards the foe with no fear. Firing strange weapons that tore the Daemons of Syrath asunder while Bel'tyan sliced apart the other Daemons that where left behind. He gloriously lead his kin to war against the forces of Syrath the Immortal, the Wraith Guard and Bel had soon made their way to gates of brass and Iron that read 'The Treasury, Syrath and the 13th only'. The Wraith guard took aim and obliterated the door way in seconds before marching in to the massive room, hundreds of thousands of golden, silver and brass items littered the floor while chests filled gems and jewels sit atop mountains of gold. Several large Daemons turn towards the Eldar and run forward and draw their spears;
"Destroy them all! FOR SYRATH!"
Lucain was thrown across the devastated courtyard, crashing into a stone wall and rising only to be slammed into the ground and crushed against a wall. Syrath sneered as Lucain grabbed his Frost axe and slammed into Syrath's staff which fired a long green bolt of energy that forced the wolf to the ground, Syrath laughed as he grabbed him by the torso and smiled;
"Such a waste, of flesh! HA HA HA HA H...AGH!"
Syrath dropped Lucian in shock as he slammed the Frost Axe into the Daemons throat, he attempted to pull the blade out but Lucain is all ready on him and slams a Melta-Bomb cache into the Daemons stomach and jumps and away as it explodes. The Daemons flesh explodes leaving charred bone and ash, Lucain roars with fury. He has defeated Syrath, for know.
The Daemonicly infused marine smashes through the gateway, Daemons turn to face him and charge forward. He slices several apart with his blade but soon the numbers grow and grow as Daemons man turrets of fire and magma. Lucain is soon forced into the center of the Courtyard and is hopelessly surrounded until a voice rips through his head...
Beltayn leads his troops into the armory and the scape devolves into carnage as wraith cannons boom and cut down daemonic guards in swathes while a few are consumed in daemonic fire but continue to fight anyway, flames bathing over them. Beltayn ducks under a fiery blast which hits a wraithguard and kills it, toppling the rest of its form over. Beltayn crawls and grabs the wraith cannon from it, saying a prayer for the lost soul and returning fire viciously. Soon the guards are cut down and swept aside or retreat.
"Spread out and look for anything powerful or important, we must find something in this fortress that will bring Syrath low! We will show him that no being in the universe is immortal!" Beltayn orders his wraithguard to spread out and examine Syrath's loot.
A long blade sits atop a pile of gems, it is chained and covered in thick ice. The Blade shakes as a Wrath Guard approaches it, the ice around it melts and it floats into the air and explodes into a new being. Bones and flesh form into a massive Blood Letter who roars and grabs the blade that reforms. He is clad in brass and iron armour and has four horns and black almost soulless eyes, he snarls and charges towards the Eldar with utter rage; "I AM BLOOD REAPER, ETERNAL HERALD OF KHORNE AND CHAMPION OF SYRATH! I SHALL PROTECT MY MASTERS TREASURE TO THE END! "
Lucian rises into the air, his flesh bubbling with power and rapidly mutating. Massive wings similar to that of a hawk emerge from his back while his legs twist and his armour melds into his flesh, he turns to the Daemons and charges. Crushing and tearing through several while firing bolts of warp energy at other beasts.
The Wolfen Daemon crashes through the masses of beasts, insect like daemons rush at him; manibals rapidly closing and opening as they approach the Wolf beast. He quickly slams his foot into head and snaps it's broken body in half before moving out of the courtyard into the next area, as he does so Daemonic creatures begin to rise throughout the realm and begin to move on Lucians sent, eager to cut him open. Lucian however is already in the armoury after following Bel's scent and finds himself under attack from a vicous herald of Khorne.
(OOC) I'm quite tired after just getting up, sorry for the quality of my posting. And I like this Dawolf thing, another meme in the RPG along with the dictionary of Tyranic Marta.
Lucian growls and grabs a nearby spear from the wall neatly blocking the heralds swing, his rretailiative thrust however is not so easily knocked aside and the spearpoint sinks deep into the heralds shoulder.
I think we are going to have to classify Lucians Wulfen form as a sort of daemon prince form, thus as i am making a new daemon prince in the next few days i will have pictures up of exactly what Lucian will look like, suffice to sayu that he has a pair of thick multi jointed insectile legs with a pair of powerful arms and Eagles wings if neccesary
The Daemon falls back but does not stop and slams his blade into Lucians gut before twisting it and slashing his chest, the Daemon roars in fury and brings out a large flaming mace that he slams into the ground and rears back before striking at Lucian again.
So Lucian should have a Daemon Prince profile as well, for combat measures mainly
Lucian contemptuosly blocks the weapon with the tip of the spear and propels it backwards over the daemons shoulder, a sweeping blow backwards caught the daemons neck and then a swift jab slid the weapon through it.
Wrenching the weapon free Lucian hefted it and grinned with an evil daemonic smile, searching for the eldar in the room.
Lucian moves forwards towards the wraith guard and shrinking back to his usual form, the spear he is amused to find, shrinks and morphs into his sword.
"I have mastered this daemon Beltayn. I shall never be ble to return to my home... but I have mastered it. permission to follow you in your path?"
Seeing the herald of Syrath go to meet the shas'o Lucian decides to have some fun while Beltayn thinks.
He strides through the press and morphs into his daemonic shape, nothing can halt his passage. The doors are closed when he gets there but he is heedless of them and bunts them open so hard that they fly of thier hinges and over the shas'o's force. Lucian strides up to the herald who had turned to him with a look of pure fear on his features.
"Oh shutup you old coot"
Lucian spears him through the eye.
Seconds later he has returned to his former shape and snaps his sword to his hip, bowing slightly and gestureing to the gaping portal of a door to Syrath's palace. *Chuckling* "Welcome shas'o I hope he did not delay you overlong."
"It is good to see you again Lucian, although I am weary of the form you can now take, I am happy you are safe. Now," Kais says, raising his rail rifle, as if he was about to go into battle. "Where is Syrath?"
OOC: By the way, Kais only has Atlas with him...
... and also, Tyranic, wanna join my Aliens RP? The discussion thread is up...
Atlas falls to the ground as a group of silver and black armoured Incubi appear, they are tall and lieth and carry a variety of blades, spears and Hal bards and some have banners of Syrath mounted upon their backs. They bow as a tall, bony Incubi hierarchic appears and points his blade towards the Shas'O and Lucian;
"You have defiled this place and have defied Syrath, you will feel only pain now!"
Shas'O begins to black out as a long needle strikes him in the back, Lucain falls to the ground and tries to fight it but blacks out and is dragged into the fortress by the Incubi. They awaken chained in a dark Chamber with little armour and in utter pain as a large purple orb in the center of the room pulses with energy.....
OOC: Daemon wulfens...huh...you guys like to stretch the laws of 40k dont ya?
IC: Beltayn watches agape as Lucian bolts in and slams own the herald of Khorne before he can even unsheathe his swords again. He looks at Lucian's horrifying form and is unsure...hesitant to believe a daemon could be on his side.
"Is that you Lucian?" Beltayn asks stupidly. Lucian just laughs as he shrinks back to his human form.
"It has become like my kin's wulfen power, in fact I think it has intertwined itself with the wulfen in me. I may never be able to return home but at least I can control it by will."
Beltayn just nodded slowly. "An amazing ability indeed." He said chuckling nervously. "Never again will I doubt the abilities of the Space Wolves."
It was then that Lucian asked him to join his band but Beltayn was initially unsure, despite the claims of Lucian he was still hesitant to go anywhere with him. It was then that Lucian suddenly left, saying he would come back. Beltayn looked down to see the prostrate form of the herald of Khorne , he simply took out his anti daemon sword and with a flick of his wrist, cut the daemon's head off...
The daemon shriveled into burning ash but his sword remained. Beltayn was ready to leave, but he wondered why the sword remained, he picked it up and examined it...In the center of the blade, at the very bottom was a blazing, fiery piece of black stone. Beltayn touched it but to his surprise it wasn't hot to the touch. He slowly forced it out of the sword which then melted onto the ground. Beltayn held up the black rock, wondering what it was. His eyes widened as he slowly figured out what it was.
"A fragment of Khaine." He breathed lowly. The wraithguard gathered around him hummed expectantly. He turned to them. "Syrath must be powerful indeed to have stolen this from a craftworld. But I do not think he knew exactly what he grabbed when he took this." Beltayn chuckled. He put the fragment rock in his pocket, he did not know how it would help him but he knew he could not leave such a sacred object of his people in the hands of that daemon.
The wraithguard regrouped around him as they waited. Beltayn became restless. Lucian should have been back by now.
"He's in trouble, lets go find him and get that daemon where it hurts the most."
With that, Beltayn left the treasury, taking with him the wraithguard. His salvaged wraith cannon in front of him.
The Eldritch warriors leave the Treasury, the Daemonic guards dozing off instead of patrolling Syrath's treasury. The Wraith Guard and Bel'tyan watch as an Incubus cult drag the Shas'O and the Space Wolf along the marble floor of Syrath's grand hall, where pictures of the saint and chandeliers of bone and freezing green fire. The pillars are decorated with Eldar and human bones with their souls trapped in massive energy conductors that shield the Realm of Syrath from the rest of the warp, the bones of Syrath himself are carried by the Iron armoured Bloodletters that serve him and take his remains towards his throne room while the Tau and Daemon Wolf are dragged towards the torture chambers.
Beltayn watched from the shadows as the two groups split up and went in different directions. He was sure those bones were important to Syrath's true form but he did not want to face that daemon alone, even with the wraithguard at his back he doubt he could do it. Beltayn instead makes his way into the empty grand hall and looks at the power conductors full of trapped souls screaming psychically to be set free.
"Destroy these devices, Syrath thinks he can use innocent souls to protect him and we will show him he is mistaken!"
Beltayn begins blasting the conductors with the wraith cannon and soon he is joined by the other wraithguard. The hall is filled with explosions as the conductors give way and the swirling essences of the souls are released. A few are drawn into yet more wraithguard bodies that are embedded in the pillars and once reanimated, burst out of the foundation and pick up their weapons. The rest of the souls leave as the shield comes crashing down with a boom and a great quaking.
"Come, lets go free a few of our friends, I'm sure they will be happy to see us."
Beltayn says as he brings his wraithguard down the hall where he saw Lucian and the others being dragged.
As the enter the hall way they find themselves surrounded by Incubi who point their Klaives and Blades towards them, the leader steps forward carrying two long power blades that crackled with energy;
"More captives; we have known of your intrusion for awhile and we realised that you would be drawn to your friends. You will be happy to know you will be joining them."
More Incubi appear behind the group along with Chaos Space Marines and Daemons, leaving the Eldar surrounded by foes and enemies. The Incubus leader activates his blades and leaps into a defensive stance along with his retinue;
"And soon the rest of your pathetic race will serve saint Syrath! Commoragh is next!"
"You will learn quickly that I do not care for Commoragh, I say good riddents to that hive of scum and villainy."
He takes out his sword and slides the blade along the wraithcannon's power converters, also switching the cannon to full power, it whines fitfully and starts to glow as the power core begins to overload.
"Lets see how fast you are, catch!" Beltayn shouts as he hefts the cannon and tosses it at the leader whose eyes widen as he tries to jump out of the way. The wraithcannon detonates brilliantly, showering and scattering the Incubi and daemons with energy and shuriken bits. Beltayn takes advantage of the distraction and launches his attack with both his swords, falling upon the swarms of dark eldar and cutting them down as they scatter. The wraithguard respond by raising their weapons and cutting into the enemies surrounding them as they turn their attention to Beltayn.
The Incubus hierarchic speeds towards Bel'tyan and grabs him before punishing him in the face and betting him with the butt of his blade, he slowly pulls the edge of his blade across the Rangers face and places his spear towards the Rangers heart and slowly pushes it into the flesh;
"You are so foolish Ranger, Commoragh numbers in the billions!"
Beltayn laughs again as he pushes the spear out of his chest.
"And you think that billions of my dark kin who have escaped the clutches of the Prince of excess for thousands of years will simply fall like cards? Syrath is a fool."
Beltayn shoves the spear away from him and also preforms a sliding kick that puts the Incubi on his backside, before he is able to rise, Beltayn is on him, having jumped to his feet, the spear is broken in two and Beltayn tosses it away as he puts his own two blades against the Incubi's throat.
"I am no simple ranger, filth. I am Beltayn the longbow, Pathfinder of the people of Alatioc! Remember that as you die!"
Beltayn slices the two blades and decapitates the Incubi, two other of his retinue assault him from either side. Beltayn backsteps, decapitating one and impaling the other. Flicking the lifeless body off his sword. Beltayn stands and wipes the blood off his face as the wraithguard regroup around him again.
"We are close, come, we still have yet to find them." Beltayn says as he advances, both swords in his hands, dripping blood.
The Incubus rises into the air and twists and turns into a new more foul form, armour melding with bone and magiks. It's helm forms long needle teeth and its blade buzzes with energy;
"I.....shall not die! Lord Syrath offers the gift of power fool!.....I am.....Terik....master...of the..."
The Group enters another hall, it is bleak and shadowy shapes stalk the room. Pictures of Syrath seem to become real but then fade in and out of existence, the floor begins to open allowing Chaos Gun-Ships to rise from them and target the Wraith Guard who quickly move back as the Gun-ships open fire. Atop the leading ships stands a member of the Dark Mechanius who points towards the Ranger Bel;
Purgatory is hell right? So since the Warp is technically hell and Imperial faith is wrong and flawed Terik technically can come back, think if him as Drazhar on super steroids. Shas your in the prison with Lucian while someones trying to break you out.
Hi guys just wanted to mention that there won't be a Galaxy at War, the idea just doesn't seem solid enough and I'll be doing the 'Into the Eye of Terror' after this one.
(OOC) I will award 1000 Internets for the one who gets the references
Nemesis moves quickly towards the main spire of Syrath's realm, the dark ship bringing a shadow over the hordes of evil beneath it, the long blade shaped moves towards the spires and unloads it's foul cargo. The Chaos Lord Sonic-Wave moved towards the landing pad exit, something big was happening. Several of Syrath's Fleets where being recalled to defend Syrath's realm from a group of intruders, some even whispered Blood Reaper was being carried by an Eldar Ranger but Sonic-Wave knew rumors where rumors and even if it was true it gave Sonic-Wave a chance to become a member of the council of 13th.
No purgatory is not hell, there is heaven, hell and purgatory, purgatory is a midway point, a place of limbo, where you cannot escape from, usually a place that the dead go when they have unfinished business in the land of the living but CANNOT return to fulfil it.
Lucian sees the ship arrive and realises that once again he cannot wait for the Tau to reply, he had to go, his daemoic form morphs up around him and he sprints back into the fortress to Beltayn, whatever was coming down from that ship had an undeniable pull, itprobably served whatever chaos god that Syrath drew his powers from to create Lucian's daemonic form, the warriors of Slaanesh and Nurgle had been conspicuously absent from the enemy forces in this sector so he was picking it was Slaanesh, Nurgle clearly it was not.
He arrived in the armoury room spear out and ready and reealised that the wraithguard were still beset, his teeth bared ferally and he charged forwards.
Loke moved forwards over the snow and stopped at the crater,
"This was thier last known position"
"By the Emperor... Do you think?"
"Not Lucian, he was to lucky for that, the left hand of Russ was far too blessed by the Allfather for such an explosion to kill him"
Gerwik stepped forwartds examining a patch of snow that had been brushed away by something.
"There was a daemonic gate here"
Tibrus scoffed, "How can you possibly know that?"
Gerwik holds up a piece of plasteel, cleanly severed off.
"Because this is a piece of Lucian's armour, it was sheared off by something not of this world. Not even a hellblade could do this, its to clean. He went through this gate." He looks around and sees the drags of snow
"But not by his own will I think. And anouther followed him." He points at a set of footprints smaller that vanish before the portals event horizon.
Sonic-Wave moved into the throne room, a massive chamber where Syrath would sit silent for hours mediating and thinking. The throne where the beast once sat was now home to his bones and a Daemon Prince, of Nurgle and obviously annoyed by his masters demise;
"Feaster, what is going on? How did someone or thing enter the realm! It is protected by thousands of ships and craft, did you allow this to happen when we opened the Web-Way portal? You damm..."
"Quite, he stirs."
The Nurgle Prince stroked the bleak bones of Syrath as veins grew along the bones, blood was dripping onto the seat. The foul Daemonic Prince smiles as small flames begin to stir in the four eyes of the dead Daemons eyes;
"Yes, my master come back to us! Come to us master, I have sat by your side when Terik failed you. Sonic-Wave does not understand, ignore his blasphemy. I offer my self up to you! A gift from your Warriors of Plague!"
The long skeletal arm of Syrath grips Fester like a father at his death bead with his son, the arm shakes as Feaster explodes and his broken flesh and blood drawn to Syrath who weakly rises and smiles. Sonic-Wave bows and makes several beeping noises from his helm;
"My lord....I have never been deceitful and I did....not know of....what"
"Quite! I need rest, they approach."
Sonic-Wave seems confused and barley speaks;
"Wh...Who? Mi lord?"
"The Wolf and the Serpent will battle and they will become one."
The Gunships turn and begin firing on the Daemonic Wolf who narrowly dodges the bolter fire, the Slaanesh Daemon within him guiding his moves with unholy accuracy. The Daemon Prince turns and fires a blast of energy that destroys the left Grav-moter of one of the Gunships causing it to spin out of control and crash violently to the ground.
The Assassin watches the two Space Wolves and smiles;
"Ah, wolves of Fenris! My master taught me of them, treacherous mother worked with them. Disobeyed masters! They will all die...but not now, patience and planning would kill them."
She runs along the side of the snowy mount and deploys traps and proximity mines for the approaching Wolves....
Beltayn prepares to strike but is again baffled by the speed of the attacking lone wolf. Though he is appalled by the beast's form, he takes the opportunity to rally the wraithguard to him and points to the tech lord.
"Aim for the corrupt one, knock him down!"
wraith fire erupts along the line and stitches the tech adept in many places, knocking him off his ship and onto the ground in a crash of metallic parts. Beltayn is already sprinting towards him as he rises and the tech lord holds out his servo axe to try and parry Beltayn's blows but he is too slow and cumbersome. Beltayn ducks under the axe and slashes the lord's legs, causing him to topple over. Beltayn reverses the grip on his swords and plunges them into the tech lords chest, ripping it open in a spray of oil and bodily fluids...
He flicks the swords clean before sheathing them, looking up just in time to see the last drop ship on a strafing run towards him, stitching the ground near him with lines of fire, all Beltayn can do is hit the ground and brace himself as the dropship flies over and carves two lines next to him on either side with fire...
The wraithguard aim for the dropship's engine intakes and obliterate them, sending the ship careening into one of the chamber walls where it exploded. Beltayn stood up, brushing himself off and had to mentally force himself not to draw his swords at the sight of Lucian. He spoke hesitantly.
"It is good to see you again, Space wolf, I was afraid you had been destroyed, tell me, where did you go in such a hurry?"
(OOC) It's Soundwave and the ship Nemesis from Transformers
The Drop-ships are left as burning wreaks and husks of what they once where, a group of Chaos Marines carrying a variety of heavy and sonic weaponry emerge from a door-way ahead and open fire. A Single Wraith Guard almost falls but opens fire along with the others as the Chaos marines unleash waves of destruction and raw power, a Chaos Lord emerges. His helm a blank screen that buzzes with sound readings and other information, he reveals two wrist mounted Sonic Blasters and hovers in the air as he opens fire.
Lucian turns to see the shockwaves of the small sonic blasters ripping along the ground. Lucian simply plants himself in the way of them, allowing the shots to hit his massive form and begin tearing him apart, however the damage is too little and Lucian is barely damaged before his body begins to repair itself.
"Move Eldar, do your duty, I will deal with the forces here."
More blasts come forward sending the wolf flying while Sonic-Wave takes more pot shots against his foe, with his jump pack he is able to keep in range of his foes and avoid any ranged attacks.
You and Lucain where being held in prison and Lucian broke out and ran of to help Bel against Chaos Ships, leaving you however you can try to break out until he returns for you.
Beltayn is on his feet and moving as soon as Lucian begins to cover him, he sprints as far as he can before Lucian is knocked backwards and then takes cover as sonic waves hit the area around him. The Chaos lord is accurate but Beltayn is supremely agile and is able to dodge the shots before coming to rest behind a pillar.
The wraithguard fire back, most shooting at the marines who are busy returning fire but some aim up towards the Chaos lord to get his attention. Beltayn peeks around the pillar to see the Chaos Lord's attention turned to the are he was receiving fire from and Beltayn takes his chance. He bolts from behind the pillar and makes for the Chaos marine line, drawing his swords as he does so...
Beltayn hits the Marine line like a fox, dodging rounds and juking around marines before they are able to land a solid blow. Nothing can touch him as he acrobatically strafes the marines with flowing moves. His swords only come up to strike those marines down that are in his direct path of motion and they cut apart anything that stands in Beltayn's way.
And so Beltayn almost dances his way to the Marine's rear line and sprints through the chamber door where the Shas O' is before he can be stopped. When he is inside, he takes cover, looking aback out towards the chamber where Lucian and the wraithguard still battled with the marines.
"Just keep them busy..." He said to himself as he moved off. "I'll be back with some friends."
The Chaos Lord watches as Bel runs off, he hisses and aims his Sonic blasters above the door way over Bel who narrowly dodges the derbies and fired a sniper shot that sends him crashing into a wall and falls to the ground. He snarls as the Eldar Ranger escapes from him leaving him to fight of the Wraith guard and Space Wolf, Luidais enters a strange chamber where the Tau commander lies above the bones of a Dark Eldar Warrior.....
Beltayn rushes in, up to the slab where the Shas O' is chained. He finds the Tau unconscious but alive. Beltayn hacks the shackles apart quickly and tries to resuscitate the Shas O'. he cracks a vial of smelling salts from his pocket and holds it under the Shas O's nose.
"Shas O', I am here to free you, where are the rest of your forces? Did you come here by yourself?"
It does annoy me so we will wait, but not over days because we can't just wait for one player while the others want to continue. Majority wins and I don't think he's gonna be gone for that long.
Lucian sees the eldar run of and grimaces as he realises that hes almost completely alone out here. He grips his spear and begins to indominably move forwards towards the enemy line.
(Sorry abou tthe whole breaking out thing I actually completely missed me being captured >.>
The Spear goes right through the marine but he does not stop, Sonic-Wave lands and presses into a large assortment of hyper active combat drugs. He instantly speeds into the air and fires waves of sonic energy that shake the foundations of the room.
Marines carrying heavy automatic weaponry enter the room, they begin to take aim and open fire destroying one of the Wraith Guard while the others open fire and retreat.
Atlas is somewhere but not here also here are some objectives;
Event: The Realm Of The Saint *Objective 1: Navigate your way through the factories towards Syrath
*Objective 2: Find Atlas
*Objective 3: Search for the fallen
*Objective 4: Stop Syrath from becoming a God
The marines, unprepared for Beltayn to return, thinking he had fled, deploys his trap from the chamber entrance. He tosses a bundle of mixed frag and shuriken grenades which spread out in their trajectories, landing amongst their lines and exploding violently, tossing them this way and that. While Shas O' rolls forwards into cover and blasts straggling and disoriented marines with his pulse rifle, Beltayn does likewise and takes aim at the heavy weapon marine with his rifle, charging the shot to full power and blasting the Marine's head off in a sparking cone of energy, the marines turn to adress the attack but Beltayn already has them zeroed and before they are able to take cover he dispatches all of them with quick, concise shots to the weak parts of their armor...
Beltayn lowers his rifle and smiles at his handiwork. He looks to Lucian as he prepares to face off with Sound Wave and gives him a thumbs up.
"The road is clear, show that bastard what the Emperor's wolves are made of!" Beltayn shouts in encouragement to the morphed Lucian as he goes back to finishing off the remaining marines.
Lucian watches with amusement and no small amount of shock. But when the weapons had discharged and he saw and heard the Eldar he nodded almost imperceptibly and charged the leaping Sound Wave, and pinned him to the wall with the haft of his spear
Just post up your details and I'll get you started
Sonic Wave begins to rapidly fire his blasters at the forces of the Eldritch but is swamped by the attacks made by the Tau and the Wolf, he draws his twin energy swords and sweeps down and crashes onto the ground. He turns and fires his wrist mounted blasters knocking Bel aside while concentrating on Shas.....
Lucian almost plucks the Tau from the air and sets him down again as the shockwaves rip under his position. His spear then makes a swing through the area where soundwave is.
....I think I will have to bring back a certain rogue trader from a failed campaign, and best thing is is that in that we already established he was one luckless SOB (Campaign ended on a chaos world, so a wierd warp occurence could easily explain his arrival)
Heres his sheet
Character name: Auvian Dalcassius
Character age:33
Character race:Human(Blank)
Character profession:Rogue Trader
Character personality: Sardonic, greedy,curious
Character appearance: Atypical for a Voidborn Auvian is a tall and lanky man, Auvian looks like a stereotypical old west Gunslinger, duster and all
Character height:6'6
Character equipment: Inquisitorial electoo, Rogue Trader Writs, body suit(like scuba suit), Two Revolvers, Respirator, Lasgun
Character bio/background story: Three years ago Auvian inherited the ancient Verdan Green and its twin 'Aurun Promises' from his uncle Crassus, since then the Dynasty has helped the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition numerous times. However 3 years before his vessels were recquisitioned by the inquisition they forced him to fly straight for a chaos fleet, losing the Aurun promises and all hands in the process. A year later Auvians luck had not changed, for an Ordo Malleus inquisitor Hale had requisitioned his remaining ship and went on a chase for some artifacts, during an ill fated raid on the Iron Warriors homeworld Auvian and several of his crew along with the acolytes were stranded upon the planet for a year, most had died, some had managed to flee, however Auvian stayed with the remainder of his ground crew until a warp disturbance transported Auvian and some of his Ground team came upon this new almost paradise like planet
Servants:
Maztica Enginseer
Bram and Erik, identical twins, heavy weapons team
Lysandros Sniper
Gerrick Rifleman
Andros Medicae
Ibram Former catachan devil, demo expert
Sonic Wave screams in pain as the spear severs his right arm, he slightly falls back and fires another shot but is off target completely. He flies into the air and flees into a door way while the few remaning Chaos marines cover his retreat.
The Inqusitor and his men looked at the fading paradise, it peeled away to reavel a bleak and almost medieval tavern surrounded by other strange and elder buildings and beyond that massive spires and portals. At the centre of the dark city sat a group of massive spires and factories that reached into the never ending darkness. Daemons stalked the streets of the city, carrying all maner of mechanical components and tools.
The Chaos lord does not stop while his troopers moral begins to fade into the shadows of the eternal realm, Daemons crawl from the many door ways of the room and hiss and scream at the group.
"I agree, he also might lead us to Syrath or maybe something we can use against him." Beltayn said, loading his rifle. he bounded for where the Chaos lord had left the chamber and the Marines had followed. The remaining wraithguard followed.
Lucian feels a build of the powers of the warp within him. It builds in a powerful crescendo and he forces it out targetting the fleeing chaos warrior who inexplicably, turns and begins to return to them (Lash of submission)
Stepping out of the blue mist of raw warp, Auvians lungs almost hurt from the purity of the air on this new location, looking around Auvian saw nothing but desolate grey plains, however to his weary mind this was paradise, if he never saw another ounce of lava, chaos, or the inquisition again he could almost die happy, then he heard several pops behind him. Turning he saw some of his Ground team emerge, not even a dozen men had survived the traverse through the warp, but whether it was his obscene luck or the emperors will a complete team of what he would need in personnel. Tears erupted on the faces of the men, but before he lost control of the group Auvian snapped harshly
"We need to find a place with water and shelter, if not we are going to die real bloody quick"
The group snapped to with speed that would impress Storm Trooper commanders, 'Good' Auvian thought, with troopers like this he may be able to report to his dynasty still yet.
A fountain of wine sits next to the Tavarn, drunken Daemons surround it. Unaware of the new arrivals in their comas of indulgence, any Daemons who spot the group snarl and hiss as the souless one pushes them back.
Kais doesn't need an order. He swings up his rail rifle, fires twice at Sonic Waves legs, ripping them to shreds.
Lucian lets go and Sonic Wave falls to the floor, in pain, while Kais walks up to him, puts his rail rifle to his head, and speaks.
"Tell us all you know about Syrath, and where is he now?
"Oh, I think you will talk, as, otherwise, you will have no service to your lord. Help us, I insist, for otherwise I will remind you what full pain feels like."
"He is not long for this world Shas'o, I suggest you make his time here sensationless. It is torture to them. Pain they love, but a lack of sensation? Torture, give him some painkillers. Strong ones"
Lucian Morphs back to his normal form,
"You are correct, I am not a servant of your pathetic god. I have mastered the... gifts... that your daemonic overlord has chosen to... give... me, I am a servant of the Emperor. And only The Emperor. Give him the painkillers Shas'o"
"But it is not you who are doing the silencing is it?" Beltayn said with a wry smile as he fathomed torturing one of the servants of the dark prince. Beltayn went into his kit and found several syringes of anesthetic painkiller he had made himself in a medical kit. He held the first one up.
"Hold the Mon Keigh scum down." He said as he held the syringe up and shoved the needle into the Chaos Lord's arm.
"Tell us what we ant to know or I swear by Khaine I'll pump you so full of this stuff you wont be able to feel your stomach being pulled out through your mouth!"
"My...master will drink...your blood from your broken body.....and he will use you like a puppet.....the blood of your friends will run through the fortress. The web way is ours now! Now...you shall feel his....wrath!"
"Fine, Syrath's throne room is located after passing through the factories. But it lasts miles, you'd need a drop-ship. I can get you one, there's a hanger near by and I can get you there."
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