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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: Oh crap...

... Tyranic, wanna discuss what to do for a minute...

... as soon as you come online...

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.

(OOC) Map of Syrath's realm will be up soon

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!"

Beltayn just laughed and snickered at the Incubi.

"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.

"Ha......ha......ha!"

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 Incubus disintegrates into bone.

Beltayn just shakes his head.

"Master of the dead maybe?" He said mockingly. He points to the bones. "Destroy them and lets go."

The wraithguard obliterate the bone pile and move on with Beltayn, leaving the room full of dead traitor dark eldar.

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;

"Kill him and depose of the rest!"

point of note, being sliced with the blade that Lucian gave Beltayn would have sent the incubus to purgatory

Tyranic Marta wrote:point of note, being sliced with the blade that Lucian gave Beltayn would have sent the incubus to purgatory

OOC: that's probably why he crumbled into bones...

indeed
was just remembering to make the point

Of corse, he'll be back

not from purgatory he wont, think of it as an inescapable prison

OOC: I'm back guys...

... has anything happened concerning Kais and Lucian yet?

OOC: try reading...its less confusing that way...

I have and there seems tto be nothing, but I was just making sure...

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 Warork...

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.

Awwwww, but I really wanted it...

... ohh well...

(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.

It is by all means

a prison.

which has

Absolutely

no escape

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.

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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....

(OOC) No one got the reference?