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''We accept, but i will make sure a contract is made sealed by blood or otherwise i will rip of those fancy wings!''

"Fine then."

The ground rumbles and cracks, flames of green and white spurt up from the cracked earth as Syrath cackles and something forms out of the flames, a parchment of paper and two small imp daemons. One carrying a pair of feathers, and a knife. Syrath takes the knife and grabs the hands of the two, he slices a slit in the palms of each hands before dipping the feathers in them, he finally draws a cut along his own chest, allowing his multicoulred blood to mix with the two Chaos servants own;

"Sign here."

''Oh but i haven't read your contract yet you may be a daemon but that doesn't mean i will just do what you say.''

Gareva glared at the daemon and signed it.
"You try and trick us I'll kill you myself!" He said as he turned and walked away. He headed over to speak to Lynessa's apprentice.

Kaless say Gareva walking towards her. She had been watching the bargaining, and it seemed that they had now reached an agreement. "What's happening with the deal?"

"We mortals, pledge our loyalty to thy [i]'Syrath the Immortal', and willing allow our selves to serve under his schemes, he will never lay harm to you and those that thy love unless thy harm the Immortal. Syrath will gift you with your greatest wishes, as long as thy signers obey the command of Syrath, unless it effects those you have concern over. If you wish to make wishes to Syrath, please state them before signing the contract. Betrayal of Syrath will end in the sapping of your minds and souls and eternal torture in his realm, you are also given the command of mutations and magikal powers if he wishes it upon you."[/i]

Signature(ers)_

''Sure ill sign it and i bet that if you are so powerful you can read my wishes from my mind.'' Lynessa said and signed the flaming parchment.

(OOC) Ok, I'm guessing everyone has signed?

All of the signers drop to their knees, a burning sensation is felt as a symbol of Syrath's twin skulls forms in the flesh of each of the arms of the signers, they rise as Syrath's blood flows through them, a magikal and dark sensation blighting their souls....

Kaless was in an agony nearly as bad as she had felt when the Dark Prince had marked her as his own, and that was supposedly the most powerful sensation the entire galaxy had to offer. She felt a change coming over her, her soul being warped in an entirely new and...better...way.

"I gift thy all with their wishes, as I promised."

Kaless sprouted mighty pinions, feathered and tipped by black talons, and dotted by strings of silver and gold as well as jars of liquids and gems......

''Oh but as i said before if you really are oh so great you should be able to read my wish from my mind'' (OOC:i want wings more magic power and the ability to make kaless my real daughter)

Vindictive and Bloodbolt in hand, Morgoth again exits the large command tent, a baleful look on his face as he heads towards the cause of the disturbance. Taking a corner, he reaches the training grounds, just in time to see a hulking dragon-like being with a flaming parchment, the former sister sprouting great black wings. Firing a couple bolts into the air, he raises his masterfuly-crafted sword towards the daemon.

"Oi, daemon, what the feth do you want here? This is the second time I have been disturbed today, so speak quickly, before I cut out your damn eyes out."

The flame eyed Daemon laughed deeply, turning to face another new comer as the Daemons magik takes effect on the other signature signers, wings sprout and blood changes in one while Syrath lowers his heads to face Morgoth, his green and blue flaming eyes staring down on the man with joy;

"I was simply making new acquiescence with these three lovely ladies and gentleman, so who might you be my friend with a colorful vocabulary?"

Ve'Carr reaches Sister Alphonsine and Commander Howlett, " Yes this is about what happened earlier. There is a lone Blood Angel traitor, that needs hunted down. I would do it myself, but I have an upcoming battle with Chaos, and my men need to be ready. Can you send a group of Guard out, and Sister, can you occompany them?" Ve'Carr stood there waiting for an answer.

"I, Daemon, am the great Lord Morgoth, Supreme commander of the chaos forces assaulting this planet, and leader of the Anarchy's children warband. You are nothing compared to me, Devil. Now who are you and why are you granting gifts to my advisor and two of my best soldiers? Bear in mind, if you so much as try and attack me, every cultist, astartes and daemon in the area be on you like that.."

Shouts Morgoth as he steps closer, crackling blade still raised, and face contorted into a fanged, daemonic visage.

"Quite a commander you are, Morgorth, I am Syrath Saint of Chaos and the thrice cursed seeking new allies and servants. These three accepted my gifts and signed a contract, binding themselves to me for all eternity, and while these three are truly great you Morgroth, are one of the greatest Chaos Lords and commanders I have encountered. If you wish, I could grant you limitless power of change, the warp, Plague, weaponry and all that you wish but all I seek in return is assistance. You'd be no slave, and I could neither betray or harm you, and you the same, we'd simply benefit each other when it best suited us."

Morgoth stands there for a moment, contemplating the deal layed before him by the 'Syrath' creature. A moment later, he speaks.

"That sounds...reasonable, Syrath. You shall have my assistance and that of my forces, consider it a deal."

He says, lowering Vindictive to his side. Turning back to his tent, he chuckles slightly, and jesturing backwards, a dozen or so blastmaster-armed noise marines, all bedecked in purple and black armour, rise up from their hidden positions to return to their guard duty around the camp.

"Excellent, I must now meditate on some current affairs, an old ally in the warp has been trying to contact me for some times, and you seem like quite the commander."

Syrath sits cross legged on a burning star of chaos, he pressed his hands together and cackled joyfully as a ring of green and blue fire surrounds him and eight pillars of multi-coloured light surround him as he meditates....

Lynessa walked up to gareva and hugged him. ''I missed you darling please never leave me again.''

"Of course Captain. I'll keep the rest of the sisters posted around the base on patrol, but I'll personally go with these guardsmen. We'll join you once we deal with this issue" replied Alphonsine. Lily slightly smiled she knew what Alphonsine was really thinking about it; she'd get to hit stuff instead of standing around. "I shall accompany you sister" added Lily. "As usual, just don't get in the way". The twins walked off to gather the remainder of their squad and their guardsmen escort. "Time for a witch hunt" said Alphonsine, Lily sighed.

The Succubus lay curled up in the corner of the room, completely still. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes bolt open, tears running down her face.

"ELDAR WENCH."

He bellowed, laughing at her terrified reaction. With a grin, he took his place back in his throne, his mind drifting back to the battle.
The initial assault had had mixed results. In some areas the forces of chaos had overwhelmed imperial forces, and in others had been completly repeled. But what mattered now was that they had large amounts of troops on the planet's surface, and access to daemonic reinforcements. How they would mount a second offensive, striking the imperials from all sides, and if all went to plan, the loyalist dogs would be overwhelmed. The word had been sent out to all recieving chaos forces, the secondary assault would begin in two days.

And then the loyalists would know true terror.

Gareva hugged Lynessa but inside he felt a great pain, like something was clawing to get out, In his mind something was talking to him whisper in his mind. Gareva suddenly knew what it was, Slaanesh made him a host for a Keeper of secrets Gareva pushed Lynessa back.
"RUN! GET AWAY!" He yelled his voice deepened as the Daemon was trying to take control. Gareva felt it claw at his mind whispering that it could give him ultimate power, but he knew what it would do, he fought it collapsing to the floor using all his will power to stop it from taking control. Lynessa rushed to him as he knelt on the floor but Gareva pushed her back for her safety. After 10 minutes of pain it stopped then Gareva heard a whisper.

You win this time Slave! the voice said echoing in his mind.

"Ohhh... That soothes it..."

Atris was huddled in her new room. Certainly better than back on Alustdor. Various empty bottles were stacked around the room. She was crying over a picture frame, it's glass coated in tears.

"Feth you Chaos. First you steal my body, then you steal him."

Her eyes flooded with more tears. Her breathing was heavy. Her mind was clouded by angry thoughts and intoxicating drugs.

"FETH YOU, CHAOS!"

She hurled the frame across the room, shattering into shards against the wall.

Syrath hung over Garvera, his arched body covering the small being in shadow as each head lowered and flanked the Slannesh Servant, one chuckling darkly and the other with a grim look on it's face, a black cackl exited both maws as the beast came face to face with Garvera;

"So, my newest ally has become a host for a Daemon, we'll see... about that!"

Nightime had come, on this part of the planet at least. The nights here were uncomfortable, at daytime here, it was boiling, and at night it was freezing cold. Today's killcount, 21 guardmen, 3 astartes and 33 cultists, mix of Tzeentchen and Slaaneshi. He had no home here, as he was sleepless and could sustain himself indefinatly, without food and he needed next to no equipment but his flak vest, old guard uniform and axe. The daemon inside him was temporarily relinquishing control now, the flames on his back dying down as his features twisted back to their natural form. The daemon could not exert its full power in cold temperatures, why, he knew not. It was chaos, it needed no reason.

Idily tossing axe from hand to hand and walking slowly, he starts whistling.

''Please daemon undivided please save gareva from the greater daemon i am your servant like you asked bu now you must do things for me!''

"Fine, but I must extend my own essence to save him, fuss, making him 'part' of me you might say. A process that would leave him bound to me by both blood and 'soul', fuss he'd become part of me and so on. So, Gareva, will you make the choice to become part with me? Or be ripped apart in a colorful explosion of blood and energy?"

Atris was huddled over on her bed. Her hands were clenched about the picture. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The door was kicked down suddenly, making Atris jolt upwards.

"Atris Sameil'a, you are charged with the murder of several of your officers on Alustdor. Choose now; fight in the Penal Legions, or die on your knees here."

It seemed the rest of the Chaos forces were, as the Orks would put it, mucking about. The commander of these forces were making various deals with other daemons and trying to marshall the other characters.
"Very well, then," Ulgot rumbled. "If the servants of the Young God will not attack the Imperials, then Nurgle's will go ahead."
With that, the Great Unclean One slowly lumbered towards the Imperial fortress some distance away, with the smaller minions advancing forwards, gibbering and chattering. Meanwhile, the ground beneath their feet turned to a green, soup-like swamp, the decay of the land acting as a vanguard for the approaching army.

From a windswept cliff edge, Archon Vileth watched brightly painted reavers duel with iron-fanged Helions over the fathoms deep chasm below them. The angry swarm moved back and forth in angry motion, the incredible agility of the Helions matched by the weight and acceleration of the Reavers. The skills been displayed were nothing short of breathtaking, expert riders flipping and whirling their machines at spine shattering speed. These were the legendary riders of the Iron Thorn kabal, born from gangs that have been torn apart and rebuilt and torn down again. Like a phoenix they have risen again, from the ashes thousands of times over. Their loyalty was invaluable, and skill unmatched.

Vileth turned and returned to his palace-fortress. He stepped into a vast ampethetere, decorated with a galaxy of flaming lanterns, each the size of bonfires. He was like an insect, compared to the vastness of his palace. Mighty tapestries hung from either side of his throne displaying the many mighty victories of his Kabal over the lesser races of the galaxy.

"My Archon, your Kabal stands ready. We await your word." rumbled Yngarl from his side.

Vileth lightly nodded his head, and walked proudly to his awaiting ravager. His Haemonculli had recently implanted mighty eagle like wings, re-arranging his musculature structure relatively easily and quickly, and implanting hundreds of years of experience and expertise into his memories. He would have his revenge on those brutish apes. Arcane weaponry designed for the soul purpose of banishing warp spawn has been brought up from the vasy crypts below, powerful enough to suspend even a titan construct indefinably.

He would have his revenge.