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absolutely. PM or here?

Tyranic Marta wrote:absolutely. PM or here?

I think he meant in the actual RP thread...

Here, it would be best.

yeah here would be good

give us a setting or at least an intro reaper, its been a few months

The chamber was dark and filthy, green light barley lit the room and the sound of strained breathing and blood dripping was all that could be heard. Marius and Mikal and rarely spoke with one another, both ashamed of their current degrading state.

It always took a long time for the servants of Syrath to wake Marius. His dreadnought slumber often stretched for long periods of time. In these times he would retreat in his mind to that place he had discovered months ago. There he would meditate and strive to resist the attempts of the forces of Syrath to awaken him. This was not simply to strive off the beasts but so that he did not have to relive his fight with his brother over and over again.

This time however there was something different. The forces of chaos had chained his chassis to the wall with snide comments about dogs at the door. Marius wasnt stupid, he knew they were talking about more space wolves. His emotions roiled inside him. Anger betrayal, but also hope... and a touch of sadness. Had more of his chapter fallen to the beast that was Syrath?

Mikal was dragged into the chamber forcefully, he was broken, battered, and bloody, just like every time he had to fight Marius...or should he say Marta?

Every time he was dragged out into the arena, he was reminded of the cold snows of Fenris, the white virgin powder that had been kicked up and vaporized on that day when he and his once brother had fought, he had never been able to forget that day since his soul was dragged screaming from the warp by Syrath's servants and bound forcefully to this...this filthy body...

He barely felt the daemons pick him up gruffly and attach his arms and legs back to the wall, his head had long since remained bowed, he had been broken long since however long his soul had endured this hell just for the entertainment of the bastard daemon Syrath.

"Awwwww..." One of the Daemon's mocked, lifting Mikal's head with its clawed hand. "Is the poor puppy hurt?" It laughed with its comrades. "Maybe you're thirsty?" It continued picking up a bucket of filthy water and tossing it into Mikal's face. Mikal didn't stir for a moment but he lifted his head as the daemon's laughed and he spat on the nearest one's face.

It snarled and backslapped Mikal, leaving claw grooves in the side of his face.

"Careful you sniveling worm, lest I be tempted to feed your soul to the wraiths!" It laughed with its comrades as it left the chamber and Mikal chained to the wall. Mikal was aware that his once brother was chained not too far away but he couldn't look at him, the shame was too much. Silently he simmered and pondered his fate.

"How far does the pit of darkness go down?" He asked quietly to himself. "Where does it end?"

Marius hears Mikal's whisper. Something about the chassis he was in made it hyper aware and the whisper was like a scream in the ear of a bat for Marius. It made him wince internally. The sounds were horrible to hear sometimes. The worst was the screams...

Marius threw himself against the chains making the wall quake and flex but to no avail. He was well and truly locked in place. His vox casters lifeless voice fills the room. "The pit is only as large as your own turmoil Mikal..."

Mikal's head picks up at Marius' words, he can't really tell what emotion drives his voice because of the mechanical tone in it but he knows that Marius is as weary of this situation as him. Despite his depression, Mikal felt anger well up in him as he leans as close as he can to Marius with the chains holding him back.

"And what would you know, you bastard tin can?!" He shouts in anger and tears. "Don't pretend for a second you know the meaning of turmoil, brother..." He says putting emphasis on the last word. "I had to cut out a part of my own soul to kill you Marius...and it was your weakness that put us both here, do not tell me the meaning of turmoil, for I know what it feels like to have to kill my own brother!"

Mikal finishes and sags against his chains. He sobs quietly, his sanity stretched to its limit by the endless days of torture and combat...

Marius feels a well of sadness inside him. He was eternally ashamed of what he did. His weakness. His inability to deal with that damn assassin. His dreadnought arms flexed against the chains and Marius's vox roared in fury at his inability to escape. A tentacle seeminly of its own accord raised up to Marius's viewport and waved itself.

The dreadnought felt a surge of anger. This... thing was the embodiment of his failure, the symbol of his damnned treachery. He lashed out with his mind and his body began to burn. THe chassis lit with holy fire that purged the armour of Tentacles. His mind lashed out again and the chains shattered and fell to the floor.

He raised himself to his full hieght and went over to Mikal. His chassis was heavy, but not ponderous. His almost Lithe grace belied the massive nature of his body as he lowered himself to the ground infront of Mikal.
"Brother... you know what Syrath has done to me. He twisted my mind, made me see things in ways that I could not before. I am not trying to defend myself. Rather I am trying to show you that it was not truly me who fought you on the plains of Fenris. I was watching that battle from within myself. In a place that was deep in my soul. I was trying to break free. That wretch had a power over me that I could not understand. I still do not understand."

The old dreadnought shifted slightly on the cobblestones.
"I have lived for centuries Mikal. And when I found you as a friend. I found something that I never had before. Someone who thought on the same vein as I did. Someone who used his mind as well as his body to fight his foes. It tore me apart later, to see that Assassin ripping our chapter to shreds with her insitance on the need to kill me, and by extension Hemlock. And the way you barely defended me, they way you spent more of your time arguing with the Assassin than doing your duty to your home, your chapter. How in the end, I watched a part of you die. I couldnt fight it. I had no defense against the battle in your soul. In my soul. In our chapter. I had no way of fighting back. Something awoke inside of me that took me away from the fighting. The arguments, the feeling of betrayal. And I loath myself for ever answering that call. You say I know nothing of turmoil? Have you ever betrayed everyone you ever knew? the very institution, the family, that created you? Betrayed them in such a way that you lead the forces that were trying to destroy them? Betrayed them in such a way that you Obliterated every tie you ever had with your home?"

The dreadnought stands and smashes the chains holding Mikal bound to the wall and catches the limp warrior in one massive hand. Cradling his power armoured form.

"I know of turmoil Brother."

Mikal plunks down on the floor and refuses to move from his seat against the wall. He is silent for a few moments before he speaks, his head bowed.

"I am sorry Marius, the nature of our conflict often causes me to forget that the thing I fought on Fenris was not you. I cannot imagine how frustrating it must have been for you to be slaved to your chassis and have to run the great company at the same time. I cannot imagine how angering it must have been to see your friend and brother hot headedly argue like a child. I was just a blood claw then, Marius, I knew nothing else besides recklessness." Mikal admitted sadly.

"No matter how I may rage against you Marius, know that I cannot find it within myself to hate you, it is only the bile meant for Syrath speaking. I was blinded by my anger and could not see your downfall, you were tempted, as Horus was, by whispers you thought were your own thoughts. We are both to blame for this curse and i am sorry that I do not see it that way sometimes."

Mikal was too full of shame to look up at the chassis of Marius. The two of them had long been broken in both body and soul, forced to forever reenact their final battle at Syrath's whim. Moments passed in silence, the two could only hear the distant screams of other prisoners. Finally Mikal spoke again.

"Did you hear them? Their whispers? Our brothers stalk Syrath's realm...Who do you think it could be?" He asked, a small amount of hope entering his voice.

Marius was thankful for Mikal, the wolf brother was the one constant in his existance and the flutter of hope in Mikal's voice made the old dreadnought realise just how battered the pair of them really were.

His confidant answer shocked even himself.
"Lone wolves, no others would come. They are probably tracking Syrath. To enact vengeance. Perhaps even warriors from our own great company."

The dreadnought chassis sinks to the ground leaning against the wall nest to Mikal. He was thinking about Mikal's statement.
"Mikal... you may consider yourself to have only been a bloodclaw. And that is rightly so. However you must remember that at the time I was a Wolf Lord. I still fell for the temptations of Syrath. It is not your age or your experiece that determines your future. Sometimes things are inescapable. It is like Hemlock would say to me when I was a Bloodclaw: 'Life itself is like folding steel, puch to hard and your work will be undone, be to timid and your progress will halt. All things require balance.'. It is like that within our minds. Our souls. We need balance or everything comes crashing down around us. Look at what happened to me? I had no balance I was always being pushed furthur than I could truly handle, but in my pride I tried to shoulder the burden alone... No this is not your fault alone Mikal. This failure sits with me."

Mikal struggled to his feet, his body feeling sluggish and broken. Despite himself he is able to smile and chuckle.

"You may take many forms Marius Ichorskin but there is one thing that never changes about you. You always know the wise thing to say..." He says lightly before his expression hardens.

"This failure might be yours but this fate is ours and the holder of that fate plays with our souls like mere puppets." Mikal marches to the bars that hold them in the chamber.

"I know you can hear me Syrath...You think you have won...but your greatest mistakes was keeping our souls alive in these bodies...Do you hear me Syrath?! Our imprisonment will not last for eternity!" He yells and smashes his power armored fist against the bars with a loud clanging. He returns to Marius and sighs.

"For a moment I thought what a grand day it would be if our brothers came to free us..." He said sadly and closed his eyes with pain. "But I realize it would be best if they continued to think us dead."

Marius would have turned down the volume on his vox if he could... but no, it was stuck at full volume. So the words he spoke next, if in a real body would have been a whisper. But the chassis he was in turned them into a roar.
"What makes you say that Mikal?"

"We are failures, Marius, we failed the chapter, we failed the space wolves, we failed Russ and we failed the Allfather. Our souls have been bound in slavery to a Daemon of Chaos. If they were to find us here, they would be better off putting us out of our misery. We cannot return to the chapter." Mikal says painfully into space. He then turns and looks at Marius.

"We should be dead. Our continued life is a perversion of nature made possible by the sorceries of the Warp. Marius, if we cannot free ourselves, we do not deserve salvation from others, especially our once brothers from the chapter."

Mikal sinks again to his bottom. "We have fallen too low."

Marius looks at the broken wolf before him. And a measure of resolve rises within him.

"Then let us escape, you and I, our bodies shall be our weapons till we can better ourselves. Come. We must do this. My mind is still as sharp as it was in my old body."

His mind is indeed shapr and with his considerable mental prowess he begins to tear down the wards on the room.

Mikal sighs as he gets up again wearily, his voice as weak as his body.

"Both of us know that we have tried before to escape this prison and that Syrath drags us back here however far away we may get." He says and is silent for a few moments of contemplation, his voice taking solidity. "Perhaps though, the presence of other wolves will distract that bastard daemon enough, if it will satisfy you Marius, then I will help you as well."

Mikal also begins going about the cell and defacing the runes which keep them both here.

(ooc) We cant actually escape otherwise that'll make the event pointless, what about doing a mock fight for the event?

Tyranic Marta wrote:(ooc) We cant actually escape otherwise that'll make the event pointless, what about doing a mock fight for the event?

Yeah I was thinking the same thing, it was part of the reason why Mikal said that they had tried to escape before...it was to imply that this time it wouldn't work either...

But what do you mean a mock fight? Like between Marius and Mikal?

Like they now refuse to truly harm each other, so they act it out, ie marius lets Mikal beat him and then repairs his chassis Psykically later

Tyranic Marta wrote:Like they now refuse to truly harm each other, so they act it out, ie marius lets Mikal beat him and then repairs his chassis Psykically later

Oh you mean like when they are forced to fight next?

uh huh

Tyranic Marta wrote:uh huh

can do...

good good, in that case I suggest we leave this for now and wait until the shas'o returns, alternatley we could do some more development?

Tyranic Marta wrote:good good, in that case I suggest we leave this for now and wait until the shas'o returns, alternatley we could do some more development?

Like what kind of development?

dunno, whatever comes to mind i guess

I'm baaaaaack!

Whoah, I go for one night and you have already started pitting it out against the greatest chars of this RP...

... I'm against Hunter, huh?

Damn, he was Kais' best friend...

Can I have an intro post for it please?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I'm baaaaaack!

Whoah, I go for one night and you have already started pitting it out against the greatest chars of this RP...

... I'm against Hunter, huh?

Damn, he was Kais' best friend...

Can I have an intro post for it please?

Well you have to post in the other thread and re act to WARORK's post.

Damn...

... I got the threads mixed up!