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The rock shatters agaisnt the Tactical dreadnought armour marius is wearing and he stands, he feels no pain as the daemon had only impacted his shield in those seconds of frantc attack and he moved forwards with sure purpose. Whe the daemon tries to strike Marius with its tail again he lops the end of it clean off with his sword.

The sword only digs into the bone allowing Syrath to push away Marius and unlesh a blast of corrosive warp fire from his maw that burns and cracks Marius's armour, an upward swipe sends Marius flying up into the air and hit by a second wave of doom bolts.

Marius catches the bolts on his shield and advances implacably forwards, his TDA almost undamaged by the assault. His shield weathers anouther volley of warp fire before he slices off most of the fingers on the daemons hand.

The Axe is caught in Syrath's boney hand and thrown away along with several of the daemons fingers, the beast opens its maw and unleshes a blast of corrosive fire that burns and cracks Marius's shield before being swiped away by a strike from the daemons fist.

Sitting dazed in the battered remains of the escape pod Inquisitor Blackthorne blearily set his gaze upon the frozen wasteland around the crash site. Slowly moving his aching form, Blackthorne undid his crash harness and returned his old frost axe to the frog slung over the back of his battered trench coat. Searching the pod he found some basic survival gear such as food stuffs, water, a small stove, and a small Vox unit. Slinging the goods into a pack, Inquisitor Blackthorne limped out of the crash ready to bring vengeance upon those Chaos born wretches who destroyed his transport and killed his few remaining acolytes.

The crunch of gravel signalled the arrival of the trackers, hunched grostuqe heretics that hunted their prey, strange mutated faces mounted long noses that could sniff out the prey while rusty daggers and knives where coated with the dried blood of those foolish to judge the beasts by sheer appearance. The alpha pack leader looked down on the Inquisitior and twisted his head, saliva and blood poured from the broken gums of the thing as it pointed a crocked finger at Farron;

"Hhhhunntttt"

(He uses a sword)

Marius grunts in pain as the claw smashes into his wrist throwing his arm out, the Leviathan feels his weapon slipping out of his grip and he follows it to the ground, holding on to it and rolling to avoid the flames that spurt from the daemon's maw. He rolls into a crouch and dodges to one side as the tail of the beast whips down and cracks the rock. The tail snaps out and he dflects it off his shield then kicks off powerfully from his legs and shoulder charges the daemon's chest. The impact of that blow sent the daemon reeling and slamming him to the ground. The Leviathan sees the daemons claw coming and raises his shield to block but the tail curls under his shield and with an audible snapping sound whips it off his arm. Marius feels the shield being tugged away from him but his sword comes down and he pinions the tail to the rocky ground by lancing it deeply the tail twitches franticly trying to be free but the blade holds fast. A claw swipes mightily at him but he dodges more lithely than his TDA would suggest possible. Before leaping in his armour over anouther swing and lands with one knee slamming into the daemon's chest pinning him down. ONe claw swipes up and Marius catches it in one hand, then repeats the motion with the other. To late he realises his mistake as Syrath looses a massive spurt of fire directly in Marius' face. The Leviathan feels the skin peeing from his face only to be healed over by the Astartes blood. His hand reaches back and witha titanic effort slams into the daemon's neck, causeing the flames to cease and the daemon to let out a choked cough and splutter as the flames backfire down the daemons throat and a scorched scream rips from the creature as it scrabbles at its neck. Marius pins the daemon's head down with one hand and with the other begins twisting it into the snow until an audible crack is heard. And the daemon lies still. Mariu sstands, the left side of his face and one eye melted away, the bones open to the air. And his breath rattling through the side of his cheek. He brings one hand up tot he auterised wound and grunts in amusement as he feels his tongue. He takes hs hand away and turns to the farseer, seeing her battered on the ground.

"Looks like we both need prettying up then dont we?"

Even as the words leave his lips he sinks to his knees and then hits the snow, face first, still able to breath because of the hole in the side of his face. The frie cauterised the wound and Marius feels himself blacking out. He manages to get a vox message off.
{This is the Leviathan... The beast is dead... I need a pickup."}

The Farseer nods but steps back as Syrath rises, his body wracked with pain and visuly damaged and broken but still massive in size and height, he lets out a thunderous roar and a barrage of doom bolts that send the Farseer and Wolf flying and burnt backwards while the laughs and snarls, enraged the Farseer unleshes a warp lance that sends Syrath reeling into a crevice and crashing down only to be impaled by a long spire of rocks and ice that tear the daemon in two but only to sew back together into his previous cloaked form that raises a hand to avoid the light from the Farseers attacks;

"Beast, weakened and alone you will die here with no Honor and great shame, you are pitiful and weak amd nothing more than a pawn. You were once family but now are nothing!"

Syrath is enraged and runs forward dodging the psychic blasts and grabbing hold of the seer slamming her face into the ground while dragging his blades through her back and into her neck only to be seared by a burning lance of warp energy that sets him alight;

"Gods of the past aid me, Crush this beast and leave it to die!"

The Seer charges forward and strikes Syrath with such psychic force that tears a slit in reality that begins to drag Syrath in, screaming the daemon grabs hold of her ankle and laughs but watches in horror as the warp portal begins to collapse and explode. Syrath tires to scrambl out of the portal but the blast caused incinerates him and sends the Seer, broken and wounded flying backwards....

(lol marius is unconcious so your going to have to keep going... what did you think of that btw? I thought that was more of the Marius we know and love)

Sorry I didn't see that bit, and very nice though the Farseer is a bit more than unconscious at the moment

BIC;

Hemlock and what remained of the Wolf Guard looked around at the blasted land, they had found Marius and Syess. Both uncouncious, and highly bruised and burnt, they'ed also found the remains of Syrath. Melted and brittle bone still red with energy, Hemlock raised his weapon and swung at Syrath's skull but saw the the sacred Croxious had done no damage and was dented;

"Let's move now."

Marius awakens some time later, the first thing he notices is a reticue infront of his vision. Clearly a bionic implant. The next thing he notices is the hard casing around his jaw. Or half of it anyway. He stretches it and finds it quite malleable to his will. The thralls aorund him notice his wakefullness and scurry around him but he is unconcerned with his wn injuries, they seem to have been healed efficiently. And so with a casual backhand he stands and takes his sword and shield from beside the ceramite slab he had been positioned on. He moves through the Command centre heading for the command room. Still wearing his Tactical Dreadnought Armour he looks an imposing sight as he opens the doors with a bunt from one hand.

"Status report!"

From above, the sky rained death in the form of hundreds of drop pods and Druchii pleasure barges, their occupants eager to rend the flesh and eat the souls of those below. With a hideous crash of thunder, a churning pillar of warped flesh with a thousand eyes lashed out with dark magick that turned men into hideous Chaos spawn that flocked to their new master and creator. Dark Eldar warriors poured splinter shots into the power armoured formed of traitor marines, their screams of pain causing near orgasmic pleasure in the sadistic aliens. Death had arrived on this world, and none would leave it without the will of X'tasir.

"The Daemon's remains have dispersed and Chaos Forces have been seen engaging Xenos, both sides have heavy weaponry and we are moving around them to avoid spreading the fighting out. The Farseer has awoken but has no knowledge of anything, but she appears to only remember your name and that beast...."

The Dark Eldar and Iron Warriors engage in a bloody fire fight, blasts and explosions shake the land as battle tanks push forward while skimmer vehicles fly past sniping off heavily armored troops, blasts that consume entire squads soon appear as the Iron Warriors activate the beacons attached to Cultists and call down motor fire on the foe...

mortar fire?

(BIC)
Marius talks with his command echelon for a time sorting out a new strategy for what was to come. Both the Xenos and the Chaos warriors would have tobe purged. Hemlock confided that the wolf spirits of the place were strong. The planet wanted us here for some reason. Eventually Marius decided that he ould have to go and see the Farseer.
"Take me to her."

The Farseer sat trembling, bleeding and utterly in fear but expressed some joy at the site of Marius and his Wolf Guard;

"Marius! What's going on? It went all black and I can't remember anything, it's all blank except for you and it's terrifying....."

Hearing the Heretic's cries Blackthorne dove into a small dip in the frigid ground. Drawing the battered hellpistol on his way to the prone position, quickly firing several well aimed shots that killed the blew a lemon sized chunk through the things skull. Along with two more that planted the beast-men on their backs.

OOC:
Sorry for taking so long to post, have been busy for the last few days, I'll try to give a heads up when it happens.

The Creatures squealed and hissed as they charged, the first was brought down easily with a single shot and falling into pieces of broken and burnt flesh while the second takes two hit from the frost axe to slice into two spraying blood and pus across the snow.

Marius looks curiously at the farseer
"Why would you have no memory, what could cause that to happen?

"The use of psychic power here is dangerous....and the beast.....the beast....it....it may have played a role but I don't know.......I just don't know Marius...."

Marius turns away looking uot one of the viewslits. He releases a rather massive sigh and turns around. His hand resting heavily on the butt of his blade as the tip hits the ground. One massive shoulder rolls a little before placing the blade back on its bracket.
"Meet me on the snow fields as soon as you can. We have this place under our control, and I have something to talk to you about."

The Farseer and Marius head out to the grey fields of dark snow and ash, she bowed to the tall warriors and let out a sigh of relief;

"Marius what do you wish of me?"

"If you had the power I had now... As the wolf lord of a slightly depleted great company. How would you go about ending this war? Winning these battles? I have a strategy. But i would hear your thoughts."

"Kill the beast and it's Servents, hunt them to the ends of this planet and stop them before they become more of a threat but it may be hard and this world is protected by evil things, I can feel it....I don't know how but something dark protects this world."

"That is the eventual goal, but first we must shatter the backbone of thier forces, allow us the time to hunt the beast without retaliation. That is when we can strike the daemon down."

"We must find what they....he....protects, if he was so willing it must be impotent or vastly dangerous...I must rest but if we are too stop the beast you should follow it, it will have a psychic trail or warp presence."

Marius shakes his head slowly
"I cannot track such things, and my company does not have one who can. Rune priests are not a common sight in my Great Company. And Hemlock is not attuned. And I must say that in all my 5000 years of service i have not seen a rune priest in the company once. Either way this means that I will need your help tracking the beast. We leave tomorrow at dawn. Get some sleep farseer."

"Marius, what is a Farseer? I have never heard of such a term Wolf Lord in my time of existence which I lack knowledge of."

As the Farseer limps back to the camp Marius is meet by Hemlock;

"That las ain't well, I think she's taken a bit more than a bump to the head and in this place with so much warp energy and such a fragile mind may be dangerous but I think she deserves a life, should we help?"

Marius looks at his mentor,
"I would say so. She deserves that much after how she has helped us. I shall need your help old friend, in the days to come. I have a suspision that there will be events that shake even my faith. And I will need you here to guide me through those times."

"I'm here to help Marius, let's move my scouts tell me a Chaos force of Black Legnoniers has appeared near the northern mountains and is moving towards the last location of the Iron Warriors."