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**blood reaper**

I offer you something that I would offer no other

Mercy, power and greatness

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

On Fernis

**Tyranic Marta**

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.

**blood reaper**

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.

**Tyranic Marta**

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?"

**blood reaper**

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.....

**WARORK93**

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!"

**blood reaper**

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.

"Welcome to my Realm!"

**Tyranic Marta**

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"

**blood reaper**

"Ah it's glourious to be home, and I have guests. Smirpth and Phahon, give our guests some refreshments."

Two small imp daemons aproach the two and bow before handing them a pallet of drinks, nether are poisoned or corrupted.

"I hope we can work things out."

**Tyranic Marta**

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?"

**blood reaper**

"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.

**Tyranic Marta**

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.

**blood reaper**

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."

**Tyranic Marta**

"Of course I can beat you all here. Why do you think I am so calm?"

**blood reaper**

Event: Dark Magic

Effects the following players: Lucian

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

**Tyranic Marta**

oh for feths sake, that. is. it

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.

**blood reaper**

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.

**Tyranic Marta**

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"

**blood reaper**

Syrath sighs and shakes his head, not smart to annoy super powered foes.

"I'm getting to old for this Gak, better not close up shop yet. All troops ready a defence, he may rage again!"

From the top of Syrath's main entrance falls the helm of a Space Wolf, that of Marius. Lucian grabs it, such a holy relic.

**WARORK93**

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."

**Tyranic Marta**

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

**blood reaper**

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."

**WARORK93**

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.

**blood reaper**

"KILL HIM NOW!"

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.

**Tyranic Marta**

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"

**blood reaper**

"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.

**WARORK93**

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.

**blood reaper**

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.

**Tyranic Marta**

cute

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

"Tryme"

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

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?