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(Not sure if godmoddin' or just trollin'..)

Of corse

Spider, portal theft, giant daemons.....

Can we PLEASE try to get this back on track. I was really enjoying this.

Sounds fine, I want my Daemons back.

Fine. 30-40 sounds fine like you said.

Cool, I'll go back to my herald form.

Cool. That's carry on.

Let's wait for Marta

I love this, you missed the point reaper. You still get your army they are just targetting the city once you join with them rather than the undead. If you target the undead I will fight back.

So where should we start off from again?

What? Can't I just have my daemons and not have them just stolen. Back to when the Tomb Kings arrived.

Yeah, sounds fair.

What? After all that work I put into the ritual post?

Oh and sorry bu isnt it a bit op how you can summon reinforcements whenever you want but we have only got what we have? Work with what you have reaper, use tactics, not overwhelming numbers, that just gets boring.

OP? I can constantly? I'm adding 30-40 daemons,but fine.

-.- You've added 30-40 daemons now, but whats to say you wont do it again later?

Lucian Greymark wrote:-.- You've added 30-40 daemons now, but whats to say you wont do it again later?

The fact that this RPG will likely break down and/or disband if he does.

Its happened b4. Im jsut being cautious

Before?

Lul wat?

Seriously, you talk about op when you've just stolen my army from me, that's ridiculously hypocritical.

I was only going to do it once.

*Tears hair out*

Dont worry about it, lets ust get back to roleplaying.

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Tyranic looks over the city with an air of distaste. His plans were set and in motion but the city still held. His hand clenched convulsivly at his side and he growled out an order.
"Set the lines. We are taking the city."
All around him from the earth rose great catapaults, hidden and buried, made of stariron and warpstone the Catapaults began to fling glowing hunks of rock at the walls.

A twisted creature that could have been once chaos warrior, materialises out of the air itself next to Tyranic with an oily cloud. It looks like a warped parody of man, corruped irreversibly by Nurgle, its armour horribly corroded, its few patches of skin, covered in numerous boils and growths. With a snarl, its faces him, hunched over, but a split second later, its face calms, a halo of green light appearing above its head. Standing up straight, its speaks in a voice not of its own. The Hydra's voice. With a rasping cough, it speaks.

"I see the siege is progressing well Tyranic. I am here to tell you that I will shortly begin a second ritual to summon a few more soldiers to fight for me. I apoligise for my lack of presence, as the ritual requires my utmost concentration and I am the only sorceror of my army strong enough to do it. There, I have informed you, as of our agreement. May the Dark Gods be with you and your army."

With the final word, the thing leaps into the air and almost instantly transforms into an oily cloud of smoke, which disapates quickly.

"BREAK THE GATES!"

A howling scream from Reaper atop his Black armoured Juggernaut signals the start of his charge, four massive brass knights crass into the gates while Bloodletters of Khorne march behind, carrying ladders and long burning pikes and shields. Horrors of Tzeentch dance and cackle as they fire pink and blue bolts at the castle, while Syrath's hulking form directs the attack.

Swala leads his warriors into war ignoring the chaos slaves he orders his warriors to form a shield wall along the army of daemons and orcs to defend them from the defenders arrows. Swala orders his archers to fire at the defenders and orders the Sepulchral Stalkers to enter the city through the sewers and wells of the city to cause terror and brake moral.
"Slave of chaos I will help your forces for this battle but after this my forces are moving on to the next city!" Swala Yelled over the sounds of war.

Another of the twisted, warp-things materialises next to the Dust-king with a cloud of smoke, the halo of green energy above its twisted head.

"Of cource, Dust-king, of cource. I see the siege is going to plan. Very good, very good. I am here mostly to check up on the siege and its progress, but I am here to inform you of my ritual in progress. Soon I will be more than a simple chaos Lord. Oh, and I apoligise form my lack of presence, for the ritual requires my utmost concentration and presence. Untill next we meet."

With that, the conduit vanishes into the air with a burst of darkness.

Another shudder and a gouge opened up in the gate as the Bloodcrushers slammed their thick iron skulls into it, splinters and metal shards flying everywhere as a second thunderous hit cracked and destroyed the lock, the timber began to burn as the hell blades of the Daemonic Knights set it ablaze. Another strike shattered the gate into several pierces and with a deafening hail the Juggernauts charged into the bewildered defenders, bone and flesh were sent flying into the sky as the massive constructs of Khorne charged into combat. An armed column of Bloodletters separated and joined the slaughter, once organized ranks turned into bloody carnage and slaughter.

As the allied demonic hoard smash down the feeble city gates, a dozen or so of the twisted creatures, all with a halo of rotting energy above their heads, instantly appear in perfect syncronicity behind the enemy lines, tearing empire soldiers limb-from-limb with their powerful claws, only to vanish into darkess as a sword slashes through the space they occupied a split-second before. Each of the creatures laughs and speaks in perfect unison, all in the voice of the Hydra,

"HAHA! This is more fun than I expected. Multiple-individual possession is always greatly enjoyable."

The fleshless daemon lands atop a spire and surveys the field, his eyes made of fire searching for signs of interest or entertainment, climbing through the shattered rafters he quickly enters the building and slaughters the inhabitants, with blood splattered claws he makes his way to his advancing army and watches as it soaks the streets of the Empire in blood and horror.

As the twelve warped-things slaughter soldier after soldier, a line of riflemen line up down the street and take aim. A second later, they let loose a hail of bullets, three of the creature dying instantly, their heads exploding in a shower of pus from the fire. While they reload, a cannon fires from a nearby window, instantly killing another two. Before the riflemen can reload however, a strange green light appears in the middle of them, pulling them inwards slightly. Looking bemused, the soldiers have only a split second to react before they are sent flying in all direction, the Hydra where the vortex was a moment ago. Turning around slowly, he raises a gauntleted hand towards the cannon crew, pure warp-energy tearing them apart atom by atom.

"Missed me?"

"Kill everything! Tear flesh! Splinter Bone! Spill Blood! Serve the slaughter! Crush these whelps and hang their heads from the roofs of this pathetic city. Destroy order and let Chaos reign, set the city alight with hate anguish and slaughter!"

More howling screams from Blood Reaper, swinging his axe and decapitating Foot Knights and Soilders as they stab and scream at him as he charges with his bronze knights. Another howling scream comes from Reaper as he bisects an Empire Captain trying to organise a group of panicking soilders who crash into each other as they run from a screaming Bloodletters charge. Limbless suvivours are slowly dissected by emotionly drunk Fiends and Plague Bearers who chant and ring bells of plague. A swarm of flies and insects pour from sewers and rats vomit maggots and parasites.

The Hydra walks leisurely through the city, his men torching houses full of screaming civilians, brutaly executing those unfortunates who scrabble out alive. A roaring fireball explodes against the Hydra's back suddenly, a booming taunt coming with it. The Hydra slowly turns to face the fool who did that, an Empire fire mage standing metres away. Laughing horribly, the Hydra gestures at the upstart human, with a gauntleted hand. The man stands there for a moment, confused, before he sees his the corpses of his mutilated allies get to their feet, their forms dripping with pus and covered in boils. The Hydra turns and casualy walks away chuckling, hearing the man's agonised screams and cries for help.

The ritual had gone well, the Hydra thought.