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"I shall do as you command, Master!" the mighty Daemon Prince replied.

"We shall make haste to the security if your Throne Ro... Arrius slurred, as his body collapsed.

While the poison would not be lethal to the Daemon, it had weakened him significantly. Syrath looked down at his trusted captain.

"Alas poor Arrius, I knew him Lord Coraks... He will need some time to recover. Come, carry his body, my faithful servant" Syrath mused.

Lucian and Marius escape the blast radius whilst Marius converses with who he assumes is the farseer
"How have you returned?"

The avatar braces itself by sticking its spear into the ground at its feet and crouching behind it. The blast wave and heat of the bomb go over him and destroys much of the arena around it but it remains there despite the blast. The storm over and the dust settling, the avatar looks around with its spear in its single arm. The arm that had been severed now lays at his feet in a pile of ash. His form flares bright red yellow until the ashes stir and reform on his shoulder to become his arm again.

Now whole, the avatar gathers the wraithguard with him, all of them had survived the buffeting of the blast despite some of them begin thrown around by the wind and shockwave. A company of wraithguard forms behind the avatar and he roars as he leads them away from the arena and towards a point in the distance. The avatar could sense that the enemy was massing at a point somewhere out there and that the massing point stood in front of a webway gate. The avatar growled sparks out pf its maw as its rage rose.

"Syrath believes his arm long indeed to reach our kind in their homes. Let us show him that it is not so! Blood Runs, Anger Rises, Death Wakes, War Calls!!!" It roared as its massive form stomped off into the distance...

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Meanwhile under a mound of debris from the stands, Mikal dug his way out as bits of stone fell from his terminator armored frame...He shook himself of the sheets of dust and hefted the autocannon Marius had given him. The last thing he remembered was the daemon flying away like a coward and detonating the bomb. He was not hurt majorly but he still ached from the wounds he received in the duel. Mikal watched the avatar and the wraithguard march away and did not bother shouting to them as he knew that would not stop them. In his mind he wished the Eldar god a glorious death wherever it trod...anything willing to stand up to Syrath deserved as much...

Mikal heard Marius speak into the wind and the empty arena. He stepped up behind him rather confused at what he was talking about. Mikal looked around seeing and sensing nobody around but the trio and the dark eldar.

"How has who returned Marius? There is nobody but us here..."

Marius's haunted words float over to Mikal on the windless air

"The farseer"

Mikal spits at the mention of the name, the memories of the xenos witch bitter in his throat...

"If Syrath has brought her back like us then I would rather her stay away from us...That xenos witch has brought us nothing but trouble." He says as he cleans his autocannon off and prepares himself for more inevitable struggle.

Marius grimly agrees.
"Agreed, brother... I do not wish to ever walk down that path again..."

Mikal nods and then turns suddenly to Lucian. He looks the wolf brother up and down with a half effort. He shakes his head slowly and sighs.

"We have not had the chance to introduce ourselves bro--" He begins before stopping himself and looking at the ground. "I am sorry, but I cannot find it in me to call you brother, it is no insult to you, but I and Marius...we...are no longer worthy to be considered wolf brothers...You have probably come to find us and I congratulate you on your success but there is nothing else for you here..."

Mikal takes a few steps into the dreary nothingness that used to be the arena and motions at it to indicate the warp around them.

"This is our domain now...we have been banished to warp and here..." He sighs again as his shoulders sag.

"Here is where retches like us belong."

Lucian morphs back to his normal form, the great blade of Russ falling to the ground as Lucian collects Mikal in a one armed hug, the terminator armour ignored as the Brother embraces his lost kin.

"Once a wolf always a wolf, you will always be my kin and the kin of our brothers on Fenris"

"I was part of the Wraith Guard but left the construction of Wraith bone to return to Marius, Syrath did not wish to end we quickly and wanted to indulge in the pain. I can seance him, he is moving quickly."

Marius decides to give the farseer one last chance but refuses to speak to her for the meanwhile.

"Lucian!!, Mikal!! we have a war on here!! Dont you think you could find some other time to show your affections?"

Gathering Storm wrote:OOC: The Whispers will become clearer as this part of the saga comes to a close. I think that only Shas'ui T'au Kais may remember whom the whisper belongs to...

Now, back to the RPG part.

IC:

"Some would say you're a sight for sore eyes Syrath... in this case it is more literal than you'd think... " Arrus pronounced, laying face up in the snow.

Oh gak, not him again! No! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IC:

As the blast had consumed most of the arena, Atlas had called his squad to fly up higher into the sky to escape. He had made an example, by zooming up into the sky, before looking down as the Avatar ran from the massive explosion.

His new allies were down there, lying in the dust. But for now he looked beside him, checking that everyboddy was fine.

"Havoc?! Atlas called, looking around for him in the dark sky. "Poison! With me, we will go down and search for him, and if we find him you'll need to heal him. Come."

OOC: Oh Kais, that's a slight over reaction. What has it ever done to you? It only means to help your Shas'O in his quest...

Also... blood reaper, what are you going to name the next instalment?

IC

Coraks was thrown onto the floor of Syrath's fortified Throne Room. He was barely alive, with his daemonic form the only thing saving him from death.

OOC:

But it is powerful, even more so than Syrath...

... even X'tasir and Kais combined couldn't stop it!

OOC: Yes, but it still wishes to help Kais. For it's goal is to eliminate the common foe...

(Warhammer 40,000 RPG) The Saint and the Serpent

Coraks, Syrath and Arrius stood up in the crystalline chamber, the pillars supporting it decorated with strange images and pictures. Syrath sat down in his throne and pushed his head and laughed;
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"You know that even the great Tzeentch could not stop me? He didn't see it coming, so Arrius, Coraks prepare you remaining forces and defend the Webway gate. Our enemies will fear our thunderous wrath, the heavens themselves will be stained with the blood of reality."


The Scourges land, Talon however lands atop a broken pillar trying to keep his stature while Atlas and Poison tend to Havoc's broken and burnt arm. It begins to slowly regenerate a large gaping wound that slowly regains its shape.

The avatar advanced through the many factories on a fiery path to where he can sense the webway. In his wake buildings lay ruined as the avatar and wraithguard demolish anything standing in their way. Finally, in the distance, the avatar can see the portal and the armies of chaos lining up to go through it, he shakes with fury and roars a blast of sparks and anger that sounded like a volcano erupting.

The avatar stomps towards the chaos camp and the gate. He begins to receive fire from their lines but his advance is as inexorable as a firestorm and soon he would be within range to utterly destroy them...

With his spear prepared, the avatar charged, a massive pillar of fire and rage coming down on the forces of Chaos.

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Mikal is taken by suprise by Lucian's gesture and at first wants to reject it as feelings of self loathing come to his throat but there is something in this fellow wolf's embrace that gives him hope and for the first time in a long time he smiles out of joy.

" Lucian, brother, I am joyed to hear you say that." Mikal said returning the embrace. The two then looked to Marius who was looking up at something, Mikal was about to ask him what he was looking at until he saw the bat like creatures and scowled. They were the Dark Eldar warriors who had fought off the daemons. But just because they had fought with their enemies did not mean they were the wolf's friends.

"Prepare yourselves, I have a feeling they may not be kind." Mikal said lowly as he stared the Scourges down.

Predator tanks move towards the Avatar and open fire, las-cannon's demolish several Wraith Guard and force the Avatar to quickly charge through the Chaos Hordes while the Wraith Guard move behind quickly. They soon arrive at the Web-Way Gate, which is corrupted beyond imagining and the heads and skulls of Eldar Farseers, Warlocks, and Autarch's. Every banner of each major Craftworld is in tatters and covered in blood, soul stone trophies hang from pikes and blades.

Lucian and Marius stand by Mikals side, Marius fingering his Blade with an almost anxious touch.

"They travel slowly for birds... I wish they would stop making me wait"

Chaos Drop-Ships move over the group, the side gates open realising Chaos Raptors who drop down towards the group and open fire. Bolter fire explode around the Space Wolves who fire back and send a Raptor flying and crashing into a spire.

Marius catches one of the raptors and smashes his jump pack before throwing him so hard that the dropships that he hits explodes briliantly.

Lucian had morphed into his wolf form and impaled one of the raptors with Nifflheim before ripping him off and snapping his jaws down over the raptors head.

The Raptors are sliced and torn apart by blows of the Space Wolves and Scrouges, but more arrive and keep their distance firing their Bolt Pistols but the Scourges jump into combat with them while Chaos tanks begin to surround the group.

Lucian looks at the scourges with a stange wonder, they are fighting AGAINST the chaos marines, then he remembered what he had heard Syrath say, the chaos warriors were attacking Commoragh. As much as he hated the dark eldar it seemed that the wolf had allies....

The three wolves slow themselves after the battle and seek the leader of the Scourges

(OOC) Atlas is, since he's the Solitaire

The Scourge Leader Atlas fires his Shardcarbine rapidly at the Raptors and forces back, Talon opens fire with his Splinter Cannon and guns down the other Raptors before landing and nodding to the Wolves.

Marius places a massive hand on the shoulder of the scourge leader

"Why do you help us? Once we were as much your enemy as they were.

"We will avenge Kais, his death will be avenged and Syrath will pay. We will tare into him like an iron blade and remove his heart as a trophy of war!"

The Scourges raised their arms in respect for their leaders speech and flow into the air before opening fire on invading Chaos Cultists who fall to the poisons of the shards and explode in violent blasts of gore and venom, a Dreadnought appears and swings its mace high in the air and screams in fury and charges forward.

Mikal watches them go with wide eyes.

"They mentioned Kais?" He looked to Marius. "They must have been allies...perhaps we can find common ground after all."

He then looks to the surrounding chaos forces...He prepares his autocannon.

"We have to break through these cowards before they back us into a corner...there, where the flying ones have made a hole!"

Mikal begins to walk towards the chaos line, firing non stop as he goes...marines, cultists, and light vehicles alike fall in swathes as return fire bounces off of Mikal's own terminator armor.

The Dreadnought charges towards Mikal, ignoring his blasts and attacks and slams his foot into the ground and smacks the Space Wolf to the ground before almost crushing him under his foot. He rolls out of the way and throws a grenade at the Dreadnoughts foot pushing it back, it aims it's Heavy Bolter at him and fires sending the Wolf flying before opening fire again.

Marius steps into the path of the heavy bolter shells, the rounds pattering of his chassis he swings once, twice and the dreadnought falls broken at his feet the dreadnought close combat arm sheared of and the sarcophagus rent in twain.
"Pick on someone your own size"

"Marius, I know you do not wish for my guidance but I know how we can kill Syrath. If I drain his powers I can weaken him and you can deliver the killing blow, but we'll have to get close and find him first off. We will end the beast once and for all!"

The Farseers words echo through the mind of Marius....