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"We will provide you with heavy weapons and anything else within reason, my ally Kremlin will begin negotiations while I deal with other matters."

The Daemon quickly pulled a black robe over its head and mounted a skeletal steed, pulling up its rains he speed off leaving the Emperors Children.

"So, my lord?" one of the Raptors asked as Argylle began thinking.
"Never trust a man who sends a daemon to negotiate for him. Still, as long as he needs us, we have nothing to fear."
"Apart from the Space Wolves trying to kill us."

Argylle laughed. This one was getting insolent though. He might need an accident soon to prevent a struggle.
"Indeed. We'll continue blitzing small groups of them where possible until our weapons arrive."

Several Rhinos arrived, full of Las-Cannons, Heavy Bolters, Missile Launchers and many other weapons, Chaos marines escort the vehicles as they empty the apc's.

Marius was shoved backwards by the blast but such an explosion could not fell the massive wolf lord. His 3 metre height simply absorbed theshockwave and his boots slid backwards a fraction in the snow. When he steadied he looked around. For such an assault the Thousands sons had failed miserably, the farseer's illusions had been perfect,

not a single space wolf had been taken by the enemies weapons.

Marius grinned a savage grin. His plan was working perfectly.

(OOC) Not a single Space Wolf, calling BS on that

"You cannot comprehend the power you are dealing with

Several Space Wolves fell to the ground, clutching their chests as something dark tore through them, something in the shadows. A small shard of light appeared, and blazed into a fire storm of warp fire that formed into cloaked being, it's head mostly covered by a ripped and black hood except for two blazing green eyes and crown of horns. Raising a hand, a burst of warp energy reduced a Space Wolf beside Marius to ash in seconds;[/i]

"You will all fall unless you give me my prize."[i]

The Daemon dropped its hood and snarled, the dark face of Syrath was revealed and snarled as Space Wolves raised their bolters. The daemon sneered as he sent bolts of warp fire across the field....

lol fine a couple of grey hunters then, but the reality is that there wouldnt have been any deaths on my side.
(BIC)
The illusion grey hunters are wiped out, it seems that even syrath cant tell the difference between an illusion and the real thing. Marius lets him believe that these grey hunters were real and charges forwards warpfire smashing agsint his shield but being absorbed by the Kraken's maw and he closes with the daemon with a sickening crunch as his sword sinks deep into the flesh of the creature.

Syrath jerks back and sinks his blades deep into Marius's stomach before pulling them out and laughing as he ducks and doges the brutish attacks and sends a bolt of energy that smashes into Marius sending him flying backwards. Syrath laughs as the Space Wolf Guard charges towards him and his decapitated and reduced to ash, Syrath turns and laughs as he uses his warp energy to hold Marius down. Bringing up his blades he laughs and kicks away another wolf;

"You can't comprehend the powers your dealing with! Great powers of Chaos, grant me your glori.....agh!"

Syrath roars and quickly raises his hood as the Farseer appears sending a pure wave of warp energy that burns and scars the beast forcing him to the ground, she moves forward and prepares to drive her blade into the daemon but is grabbed by the neck and slowly has her arm broken and slammed against the floor. Syrath snarls as she unleshes another blast of warp energy that forces him back, Syrath screams a howl of dark intent as he charges and grabs the Seer by the neck as she unleshes the wave of energy burning the flesh from his skull and rest of his body sending him screaming and howling into a shadowy portal but leaving the Farseer unconscious.....

(OOC) No several, and some Wolf Guard

In that case i have no wolf guard left... there were only ten to start with, i lost two on the first assault apparently, i lost anouther one soon after thats three gone. I lost some in the thunderhawk crash, so at least three, thats six, i lost anouther two down beneath the Alpha site base, thats eight, and youve taken the last of them now. Grats, i have lost at least a dozen wolf guard and a squad of blood claws.
So thats at least 32 of 100 Space Wolves dead within one hour. Not Possible. THere is a reason THey are suppossed to be far more powerful than what you are trying to make out. They can use one hundred marines to wipe out entire legions of Chaos space marines... This is bs...
(BIC)
Marius blocks the gut thrust with his shield and shrugs off the warp power, his runes protect him from it and even as the farseer holds him back Marius slams his blade through the daemons neck.

(OOC) I'll remove the Grey Hunters in place of the Wolf Guard, but charging into combat will lead to death, also Runes won't always protect you from pure warp energy while within a zone of the warp leeching into reality.

Syrath cackles as the Blade misses him, he forms a staff from warp energy and sends a bolt of fire into the air, it explodes forming a ring of impenetrable warp fire around the two. Syrath laughs as he bursts into blue flames of dark magik and turns to Marius as his cloak burns away to show his twisted and feeble body.

Perhas not but with the combined energy of the Farseer's warding runes the runes on Marius' armour and the latent anti psyker qualities of the Space wolves in this case im pretty much immune. Also you forget that Marius has been around for 5000 years, his combat isnt exactly slow and sluggish, rather it is lightning fast and is extremely powerful because of his size and strength.

anyhoo

(BIC)
THe warp fires try to rise but they cannot, the powerful dampening effects upon the area prevent the flames from taking hold and they gutter out. Marius watches the daemon look around and sneer,
"Where is she? She is holding my powers in check I know it, TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!"
Marius ignores the daemon and walks forwards calmly, shield raised and ready and his blade twitching slightly.

"You...you....are all but insects to my power!"

Syrath tears a rip in reality that forms a black horse of bone and fire, Syrath mounts it and pulls a Power Scythe from his back and activates it. He rides away from Marius and grabs the exhausted Farseer, but leaves only a trail of fire in his wake.....

Marius sees the daemon ride away and growls in frustration. He would have to talk to Hemlock

(OOC) Syrath grabbed the Farseer.

ah my bad editing

"Marius, we have to follow the Daemon, we can't let him use her, he was obviously willing to kill us all for her, meaning the beast must have some purpose for her."

A little bit of fluff...

The planet Nyros was one of fire, and around the Leviathan the fires of the planet licked around the edges of the rocky outcrop Marius was standing on. The leviathan had landed on the planet some months ago. Beseeched by the Ordo Malleus to hunt down a Daemon he had encountered before. That refused to fight any bar the Leviathan. And fled should any other attempt a battle. Marius had his weapon drawn, the Symposynaptic engine roared with life, no feu reuired and running purely of Marius' mental will. His shield was there as well, his powerpack charging the lethal energy arc generator that had fields of power coruscating across the maw of the Kraken. His Runic armour was shedding sott even as it tried to latch onto the giant astares and his bald pate was shining in the half light. Infront of him was a creature that was truly born of the nightmares of hell. A keeper of seecrets, fully 10 metres tall and covered in an alluring musk that threatened to overwhelm the Wolf Lord. But Marius was not fighting the musk, he allowed to to wash over him. But its effects were as naught, meerly a prescence. For Marius' will was iron, and there was nothing that such a soporific musk could do to his mind. However try as he might he could not move his limbs with his usual speed. It was no matter, this daemon was arrogant and she... it... was stalking towards him with all the assuredness of a natural predator, almost like the natural sinuous grace of a wolf.

But Marius was the wolf here. And the glint of that beast was in his eye. The blood call was strong in his veins and the Threkka Mjolnior burned in his mind. The prayer of the ancients. HIs thraot was dry from the heat but as he had been taught he began to recite the mantra, the powerful blessed words anathema to such a daemon.

"Es esmu šeit, pirms kalps manas dievs imperators cilvēks. Izplatiet jūsu slēpjas nevis oh velna gan velku, un rezultātā man neiekrītat kārdināšanā. Jo es sniegs šo ļaunumu. Tava prāta, ķermeņa jūsu mūžīgā dvēsele, ir nulle spēkam manu gribu ..."

And even as that daemon approached him she winced and that was when he struck. Moving forwards on a trail of fire as his boots turned over the scree on the rocks and lava lept from beneath his sword hammered forwards, he knew even as he began to move that the blow was futile, the Keeper would moe out of its way with nary a glance. And she did. But what she could not prepare for was the shield slamming in behind the weapon smashing the kneejoint of the daemon forcing her to one knee. Marius looped his blade around and brought it home, clashing heavily agains thte unwieldy strength of the daemon's own weapon. He allowed his weapon to slide off the daemonic edge and when the Keeper went to strike him he hammered an uppercut into her ribs. She had dodged at he last second and the blade barely nicked her flesh. But she fought back with a vengeance moving so fast that Marius in his affected state, was for the first time in decades. Actually enjoying himself.

"...Necieš domu dzīvot vairāk velna, es cast jūs atpakaļ pie elles bedrēm, un jūsu ķermeņa, atrodas mūžīgā damnnation par netaisnības esat darījis ..."

THe words were still licking from his tongue and the daemon was forced backwards by the mantra allowing Marius to push forwards, the exchange of rapid blows now setting the daemon on the back foot rather than himself. If an observer were to watch the battle they would see great arcs of sparks flying out from the blades, and the revving of an invisible engine as Marius struck again and again. His one hand smiting down against the daemon with arcs of pure undiluted power, in the form of a massive armour clad warrior of the stars. A true angel of death. Hammering blow after hammering blow struck down until with a mighty crack, the blade of the Kepper of secrets broke asunder and witha keening scream she threw the Wolf lord of his feet. Tons of plasteel and muscle tossed bodily with the immense psyckic force of the attack. So powerful was this that the very planet itself responded and a wave of molten lava swept up to cover the Keeper. But it did not kill her. She left from the path and towards the stricken wolf lord. But even as she leapt he was rising and his blade was acing up into the daemon's chest and with a final scentence spoken the blade dug into her chest and smashed out the other side.

"Jāpiegādā velns, āmen"

The Leviathan wrenched the blade free and kicked the daemon into the lava where she was consumed by he fire. THe greater daemon butchered by the wolf lord, who as he rose, had not a scratch on his body, his armour was a little rough from his tumble agaisnt the scree, but other than that he was unharmed. He tapped his vox.

{This is the Levithan. The beast is dead, I need a pickup.}

Very good, see you've prepared for my 15 years later Spoffic mask attack?

"I am half tempted to let the farseer be taken and decimate that beast from orbit. Kill two birds with one stone. But after she saved us I understand that we should follow. I belive it is time for the Leviathan's breath to be taken. Let the flames of its exhalation purge this world.

Bring up my Land raider. And have the company fall in. This isnt over yet. I want my army mobile in its transports within 15 minutes. Go priest. And find me my Terminator battle plate. I have a battle to fight and this daemon needs to be confronted with the only other suit of Runic Tactical Dreadnought Armour in our company. I thank Njal for giving me such a relic. And may the souls of the beast be purged!!!"

This bit of fluff is pointing out just how epic Marius is. He would have a stat line better than Logan Grimnnar remember? He Should be the Great wolf with his skill age tactical acumen and sheer strenght and speed, yet he chooses to be a warrior and wolf lord rather than a overall commander.

"Marius, we haven't been able to contact the ships. Something's been blocking them and this world is shielded, we can't bomb it."

Marius wathced as the Land Raider rolled up, and a Iron Priest waiting....


Syrath looked down at the Farseer, bloody and bruised and utterly willless, she did nothing as Syrath grabbed her and slammed her against the ground;

"Speak Witch! Tell me, what did you see in the mind of Marius? Tell me...I wish to see if he could be an investment!"

Tyranic Marta wrote:This bit of fluff is pointing out just how epic Marius is. He would have a stat line better than Logan Grimnnar remember? He Should be the Great wolf with his skill age tactical acumen and sheer strenght and speed, yet he chooses to be a warrior and wolf lord rather than a overall commander.

Matt Ward, eat your frikken heart out......

Some fluff

Clad in broken robes and cloaks, Syrath appears as a feeble being, Syrath's body is ragged and broken, little flesh and skin hangs from his bones, somewhat blending with his robes. Supporting this is Syrath's brittle and broken bones, each en-graved with runes and words of long dead races, each destroyed by its service to Chaos gifted to them by Syrath himself. Syrath's face is almost devoid of flesh, feathers and scales dot parts of his skull that have not been gnawed away by maggots and flys that hide in the mummified and hollow flesh of their host, Syrath's appearance is a great strength. Foolish and arrogant warriors  will look down on the weedy being and laugh as they charge, but they will fall. 

Syrath is a grand Sorcerer, the being has mastered all arts of the Daemomicon and has gained the favour of each Chaos God, under the black robes he wear festers a foul Intellect that looks down on the foe and sneer as they struggle to slay him under the barrage of black magik's and sorcery that Syrath has mastered. As one moves closer they become horrified and see's the rotting beast approach , in one hand sits a staff, crocked and made of bone and silver it sprouts a single eye that looks down on the next victim when it comes crashing down and sucks the life from the enemy. And in the other sits Fellbane, a bleak sword made of black steel and utterly corrupted by Chaos, once said to have been in the hands of a powerful Chaos Sorcerer but now lies in the broken fingers of Syrath. 

If one was to seek Syrath's history they'd find broken bones and charred worlds but if one was to look into the mind of Syrath they'd find a horrific and bloody one. Syrath's first victim was his Craftworld, once Syrath was a member of the Seer Council of Craftworld Cyrse, Syrath was left in the shadow of his Sister Sŷess, who was second only to their father Harlœw who had lead the council. Angered and in a fury Syrath heard the whispers of the Chaos Gods and was corrupted quickly, Syrath left the Craftworld seeking the 'truth.' Syrath returned, a Champion of Chaos and sorcerer at the head of a Dàemonic host. Syrath invaded the Craftworld and lead his armies, utterly shocked by his corruption, Syrath's Father lead a final desperate charge against him but watched as  his former flesh and bone sucked his soul from its stone and continued his murderous rampage 

Syess and a few others fled, while the last of the Eldar accepted their fate and made a final stand against Syrath. The being had swelled with power and towered over the Eldar but before it could strike the Eldar chained Syrath's true form of the warp. Syrath raged, but did not despair. He could still cause despair and destruction with his form despite its weaknesses. 

Nope, just a reference to a very powerful wolf lord who fought and nearly killed Magnus the red (The thousand sons daemon prince primarch) and almost on his own, beat the daemon into submission... Thats a wolf lord... younger and far less experienced than Marius, fighting a PRIMARCH. The Space wolves are DESIGNED for that kind of thing. And Marius has 5000 years of fighting all manner of enemies. He has literally seen he rise of the Tau empire. Would have been on many many battles against daemons and chaos space marines, he knows how they fight, and he is the most powerful daemonhunter outside of the ordo malleus.

Anyhoo

(BIC)
What do you want Iron priest?"

"Chaos Marine forces have shifted eastward, Several scouts sighted a mounted Daemon leading them along with a Terminator armoured Chaos Sorcerer in tow. I have readied your amour but a transmitting single has reveled this message, it is directed to you sir."

The Iron Priest places a small pod-device on the ground, it activates revealing a grainy holo-capture of the Daemon from earlier, far taller and without its broken robes and damaged structure and fully healed. Next to him is a bloody and wounded Farseer, smiling Syrath clicks his fingers, a Space Wolf is brought in chained and broken before being placed on the ground. Syrath slams his talons into the back of the wolfs head before a swift decapitation;

"I will make sure I repeat this process, on everyone of your brothers Marius until you come alone with no allies to my location. Be their in an hour!"

OOC: It seems unlikely that a Wolf Lord nearly killed Magnus when even Russ wasn't able to without a helping of dumb luck...

Also, I'm pretty much gone until sometime in the New Year, so do what you want if anything with my band of crazies.

BIC:
Argylle chuckled as he set the marines into small squads with heavy weaponry to support his Noise Marines, waiting for the arrival of his other Raptors. The final group arrived within minutes, carrying a cultist.

"My lord, we believe that this one is a psyker. He could be used to summon allies from the Warp."

Argylle laid a hand on his sword as he looked at the tiny man before him.
Well?
He is... usable.

"Prepare him. You know the procedure."
"NO!" screamed the cultist as they tied him down, tracing obscene symbols in the ground around him with the blood of his cult.
"I hope you're ready to serve your masters," Argylle laughed, raising his blade to plunge it into the man's heart, completing the ritual.
"No." the cultist repeated. His eyes were glowing. A lance of fear shot through Argylle just before the man exploded in a shower of gore and purple energy. The energy became a sphere which blasted outwards and collapsed in on itself at the same time. The first of the marines back on his feet looked around in confusion. Argylle was gone.

Its written in canon fluff.... so i dont really care if it seems unlikely it happened.

(BIC)
Marius growls.
"How many of ous did they capture?"
"None lord, he is using some kind of illusion to project that image, all of our warriors are accounted for and there are no other Wolves in the eye. You made sure of that before coming if i remember correctly."
"Quite right old friend. He is clearly insane, But as much as I want to put this beast down, I can do it alone. I dont need you with me old friend. But give me the Fenris Protocol."
"Yes lord"
Hemlock hands marius a small black sphere, clearly xenos in origin that seems to swirl with black and gold in its depths. After taking the shpere Marius gingerly handles itbefore stowing it in a pouch at his waist.
"Should I be forced to activate the Protocol you are to open fire on my position, Understood?"
Running the drum?"
"It has been a long time hasnt it?"
"Are you up to it?"
Marius grins a feral grin. The kraken tattoo on his head writihing with sorcery over his pate. The tentacles seemingly alive. His shield is also affected and the Kraken on it seems to want to rear out of the ceramite. Indeed every inch of his tactical dreadnought armour seems to be writhing with purpose, in an incredibly feral and animalistic way.
"Who would I be if I wasnt ready old friend? The Leviathan shall rise"
"And the seas shall roil..."

Marius sets out, on foot moving across the ground in a two legged lope, his armour having been designed to move rapidly across such ground as this. His entire body seemed to morph into a predative sprint. Every muscle working to push him forwards faster. The position wasnt far when he was running like this. it was highlit in his neural implant like a red dot before his eye.

If there is room I would like to make an inquisitor.

Name:Inquisitor Farron Blackthorne
Faction: Ordo Hereticus, Inquisitor

Age: 603(9/10 of his life spent in warp travel as well as gratuitous Juvenat treatments) Obvious appearance mid 40s

Appearance: With many thick scars from shrapnel and lasfire, and cheap looking augmetics, most who see Farron Blackthorne assume that Farron is a battered Imperial Guardsmen. Those who assume thus are gravely or to his enemies fatally mistaken, Farron is in fact an inquisitor of fairly high standing in the ordo hereticus. His 'cheap' augmetics are in fact top of the line augmetics that he intentionally ordered to look cheap so as to make undercover work far easier to achieve. Farron Blackthorne's augmetics however were not implanted due to their superiority over the biological part, but necessary replacements of parts lost in action. Blackthorne's augmetics consist of: augmetic right eye with various spectrum options, several digits on his left hand, right side of his torso(lung and ribcage), as well as his right leg. When not undercover Blackthorne is generally sardonic with a dry wit, and due to his life as an inquisitor Blackthorne is very cynical.


When on the field but not knee deep in an undercover investigation Blackthorne generally wears a suit of Kasrkin armor for its protection with Death Korps trench coat he obtained after a short but frigid campaign on Bastion. Generally whilst in this garb Inquisitor Blackthorne has an astartes frost axe given to him in secret by Logan Grimnar after the first battle of Armageddon for saving around 1000 guardsmen from the extermination that occurred afterwords, Blackthorne also carries a battered hellpistol that his mentor gave him prior to his ascension to inquisitor.

History: Farron Blackthorne's life truly began with his first Inquisitorial mission during the year 444. M41 at the first battle of Armageddon. During the battle Farron grew to respect both the guardsmen of the 48th Selusian shock troops and the enigmatic Space Wolves. When Farron learned of the plans for the regiments who fought on Armageddon after the daemon primarch was sent back to the warp Farron scrambled for a way to save any he could, and he came up with a way to save many(though few in comparison to those purged by the inquisition) guardsmen, he declared that the remnants of the 48th Selusian shock, were all his acolytes. While many inquisitors on location were vehemently against his actions no sanctions could be filed against him due to a disappearance of all files related to requesting sanctions disappeared conveniently. Over time Farron more than made up for his mercy in the eyes of his fellows by persecuting and unraveling many heretical cults. Five years ago Blackthorne was on a hunt for some heretical spies that led to the very High Lords of terra, in perhaps the most infamous act of the inquisition to date Farron Blackthorne hunted family members from the families of two High Lords of Terra at terrible cost to his acolytes, in the end though he managed to capture and kill his targets. This did not earn Farron any friends. Wise to this for the past five years Farron has been keeping a low profile lest his enemies find him and assassinate him.

Equipment: Frost Axe, Hellpistol, battered Kasrkin armor, inquisitorial rosette, augmetic lung, eye, fingers, and leg

Quote Your power and influence may buy you armies to enforce your goals, and fortress' to safeguard against the threats levelled by man, however I act with the power and might of The Emperor behind me, I with the power vested to me by the God Emperor of Mankind hereby deem you Excommunicate Traitorus, may the warp take your soul -Pict recording found in the aftermath of the purge of Two great Houses on Terra

(OOC) Good to see more players!

Marius was halted by the appearance of the mounted Daemon, the daemon-horse halts as Syrath dismounts and moves forwards towards Marius, raising one crooked hand he fires a purple bolt of lighting that strikes the Space Wolf but only knocks him back. The Daemon roars but smirks as it removes it's cloak and chants a Daemonic spell;

"Gods of Chaos hear me, raise me from this broken form into Syrath the Immortal!"

Syrath cackles as he is forced to the ground by an invisible power and slowly with arms spread out lifted into the air and struck by blasts of arcane lightning, an explosion of purple fire signals Syrath's resurrection into a fanged, winged Daemonic beast that howls and roars before flying into the air and diving down towards Marius crashing into the ground and swatting the wolf away with his tail, Syrath moves forward raising his neck and unleashing a wave of flames that melt the ice and snow before him, Marius swipes at Syrath but is blocked and thrown back and sent crashing into a rocky crevice. Syrath roars again and using his massive claws grabs a large broken piece of rock and lobs it at Marius.....


Farron had been thrown through a ships door way into an escape pod and sent spiraling down to some broken empty world with no idea of what would happen next, red lights lit up in the pod but soon all black for a few seconds before violent shacking and a final stand stop. Farron looked out through a view port and saw that the pod had been wedged between two pillars of ice carved into a dark symbol of Tzeentch and watched as the entrance of the pod fell open revealing a dark icy land scape dotted by spires of ice and broken metal......


(OOC) Once Durza's able to post I'll set up a situation for him

(OOC: Alright I will wait for that, also thanks for letting me in)

Wardragoon wrote:(OOC: Alright I will wait for that, also thanks for letting me in)

Everyone can post, I'll just wait till Durza returns to post something for him but everyone can continue.