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Syrath dropped the girl and produced a burning contract and a gem incrusted blade, he drew blood from his palm and pressed it against the parchment and handed the knife and contract to the weak girl;

"Sign here."

I sigh as I am forced to take the blade and draw my own blood. I press it against the daemons designated point. I feel the anger building up inside me. Years of resisting the daemons to succumb now! What have you done Calam? Their must be a way out of this mess. I serve no one but myself.

Calum drops to her knees, a burning sensation in her arm, but Syrath's joy is immaculate as his symbol is burnt into her left arm. She feels herself plucked from the ground by a joyful Syrath as he brings her over to the pit of blood and smiles;

"Have a nice swim!"

Calum falls into the pit, feeling the mutating power of Chaos begin to take it's toll....

OOC: May I suggest inter chaos warfare or secondary Imperium characters for some players?

Lynessa had ordered the khornates to make a giant circle to receive favor from khorne, she teleported towards the dragon to report. When she arrived she heard gareva say. ''She is mine.'' Without him noticing she teleported right on top of him and with a sweet but scary voice said. ''So hun, what is yours again?'' She materialized a whip and with a menacing look prepared herself. She looked up and saw the khornate tarkus stand here. ''A good day tom you too boy.'' She said before she lifted up gareva .

"Ah Lynessa, welcome."

Tarkus says grinning.

"I remember you from Alustdor. The Tzeentch leader."

I feel the touch of the warp against my skin, against my mind. The barrier blocking me from the warp and the daemons collapses, as my will goes. Eagre daemons rush in, promising me with their power. I ignore them like I almost always have done, as I work to restore my defences. It doesn't work as I try to control the mutations that I will suffer. I feel the stuff mutating my body the entire stuff burns, I swim for the surface. I emerge on the surface and I haul myself out. Coughing out the stuff its iron tang staining my mouth. I'm covered in it from head to toe. I lay on the side for several moments exhausted from my experiance. Before I decided to inspect the damage, my leg now feels better, the gash on my stomach and hand have now healed. I draw my blade cutting my palm, sure enough it renits leaving pale red tissue in its space. The rest of the energy I seem to be of able to channel into my figure, its now slimmer, certain features now enhanced. I sigh I don't like it but, having always liked how I was but it could of been worse. I'm laughing, real laughter directed at my realative good fortune. I haven't noticed the tail yet.

Syrath smirks, the sight of his servant embracing her gifts making him see his power, he turned away whispering his favourite statement;

"Just as planned."

"Oh I see your new powers are coming into play but..." Gareva said as his whip shot from his hand and wrapped around her throat.
"You still don't think ahead" He said lifting her in the air. Gareva knew why she was doing this she heard him say that the woman was his.
"Oh Lynessa why are you surprised at me?" Gareva said bring Lynessa towards him, his tongue rubbed up across her body.

Lynessa expected this, the moist wet tongue rubbing against her. She knew she couldn't resist for long and she promptly teleported away she began speaking. ''But my love if you would like multiple bodies to pleasure yourself with why didn't you just ask?''As she multiplied dopplegangers appearing.
She walked around him. ''Oh she needed to ensure his loyalty again.'' She disappeared only this time she didn't reappear just like gareva she had teleported the both of them to the tents they where alone know nobody would stop her from ensuring his eternal loyalty.

Sam

Sam stud at the trenches as Daemons swarmed the imperials bellow.
"Ready to fire!" He yelled as his forces lined up along the ridge. His troops lined up front row knelt down and second row stud over them.
"FIRE!" Sam yelled, las-volleys cut through Daemons and Cultists alike. After 3 volleys Sam charged the remaining forces in the trench, he slashed foes on his left and right. At one point a traitor Ogryns smashed through squads, Sam lifted his power sword and charged the beast it swung its club but Sam dodged it he climbed onto its back and plunged his blade through its neck.

Caldrek and Rephosus had moved through the Tomb Complex, activating all the nobles of the world. Once the final Lord had been woken, all the upper ranks congregated in the main chamber of the Tomb Complex.
"Ok, what are you doing here!" demanded the Tomb's Overlord.
"We have come to recruit your Tomb's resources, warriors, and vehicles to the Narkos Dynasty" replied Caldrek, pacing across the width of the room, in front of the meeting table. Rephosus was standing in the corner with the Triarch Praetorians, ready to step in if things went south. The vargard's remark didn't seem to please the Overlord one bit.
"You can't just walk straight up to any old Tomb World and demand we join you. I'm aware who you are representing, and I know that he destroyed an entire planet along with the Brotherhood of Orion's last members and an entire Space Wolf legion. I don't care. We are not going to join you, so feth off. Where did you get these codes anyway?"
Ignoring the question, Caldrek responded midstride.
"You wouldn't join your own Dynasty when it turns up with the weapons to destroy the entire planet should you refuse?"
"Ah, but you are not from my Dynasty, and this world belongs to his Majesty the Stormlord."
"What, so Imotekh thinks he can steal a Tomb World from us!?" exclaimed Rephosus, coming forward with the Praetorians and leveling his gun at the Overlord's head. Caldrek knew that Reph had designed that gun to scramble reanimation circuits. If the Overlord was shot down, he was dead.
Calm down Reph. said Caldrek across the mental 'wi-fi' that ran through this Dynasty's upper ranks.
I know, I know came the reply.
The Overlord had sprang to his feet, slaming his fists on the table. Something corroded during his latest snooze, thought Caldrek, and heard Reph's laugh boom within his head, although nothing came out loud.
"How dare you call the Stormlord by his name! This world has been among the Stormlord's for as long as I can remember, and we will not give up anything to you at all."
"Then we will take it by force. Skyhammer, come in."
"Read you Vargard. What do you need?" It was Nemesor Tokarn's voice, the one Necron who would carry out this request with impunity.
"I need a medium-to-large Invasion force. This imbecile wont give up the resources we require." Nemesor Tokarn said something, but it was drowned out by the calamity of the room. Caldrek thought he heard the Nemesor say thirty minutes, but he could have been wrong. The Overlord had jumped across the table and come running at Caldrek with his Warscythe raised. Caldrek had drawn one of his pistols, but the Overlord had already been slain by a Plasma Bolt through the head. A handful of rounds cleared the rest of the room. Caldrek knew they would come to soon, and that they'd be pissed.
"Lets leave this Tomb. We regroup with the Invasion force, and march in and take it all" suggested Caldrek. "Thats an order"

Syrath's four heads looked down on the bubbling pit of blood spawned foul creatures and daemons, his new found allies had formed a small army of elite warriors, even if they had been unwilling to join his new empire, but that was his greatest tool. He smirked, folding his mighty pinions into his back, which had spawned multi-coloured feathers and scales and his flesh had mostly regrown, except for missing patches of skin where his essence had been used to revive or heal one of the mortals under his command. He flexed his talons as Hunter slipped past his new allies and stood by the massive Greater Daemon, he coughed to gain the Daemons attention and watched as the four serpent heads looked down on the Rouge Marine. Hunter stepped forward and pulled out of his satchel and handed the Daemon a metallic skull, the daemons flaming eyes widened as he felt it with his fingers and looked down at Hunter again;

"Necron's are here Syrath, I think we should ready ourselves for their awakening, the mechanical monstrosities will soon arise and could put a spanner in the works."

Syrath chuckled as he dropped the skull, which was quickly retrieved by Hunter, he sniggered at the Marines discovery and sighed;

"Hunter, this is my plan."

Morgoth.

The metal abominations named necrons were here now, the currents of the warp had whispered so. His forces were not weak, but they had taken large casualties, reinforcements were needed to replenish their ranks. He hated having to do this, but all other options were exausted. He would had to call on the Corsairs. The pirate warband had been lying in wait, Huron had sent several lords to act as sub-commanders and advisors, but he knew their true role to be as spies, watching his actions and reporting them back. He knew Huron wold not send many of his astartes, but a sizeable battleforce of Corsairs would be...useful. The glowing orb in front of him glowing with baleful red light, he opens the warp-link to one of Huron's lietenants.

"We require reinforcements as soon as possible."

"Do not presume to order me, Morgoth, Huron lets you live upon a whim and you know it. A force should arrive sometime within the next couple of days. Nothing special, just several squads of marines and some vehicular support"

Rephosus


Rephosus was running away from the necrons, some of the immortals where awakening and he tried to avoid killing them. He screamed to caldrek. ''Friend we better use our grav packs and get the feth out of here!'' They both took for the skies together with the lychguard they arrived outside and saw the necrons phase in, he saw a monolith along with a decent sized force of lords and immortals with some barges. He also saw his personal engine of war the old and ancient knight hand forged from over 10 millenia ago this would be fun.

Chaos never learns. Thor had grown to accept this as fact since he "died" a while ago. No matter how many cults he broke up or monuments he defiled, they always came back as strong as ever. Resistance was futile, but someone had to do it. Thor was someone. Tannibus Alpha was his new quarry. Shey, Marius, and Nero were all with him, each one mostly the same. Shey was still awkward and off-putting, Marius was still a sarcastic ass, and Nero was still as innocent as he could be with what he had seen and done. He was close to a grown man now, seventeen years old. He entered the bridge of his new ship, a large gun cutter made for speed and power, holding several sets of missiles in addition to the powerful assault cannons. It came out over the planet and Thor could feel it. Chaos was beginning to grow.

"Skyhammer, you loaded?" asked Caldrek as he & Rephosus landed with the Triarch Praetorians at the point where thier forces had arrived.
"Yes we are, and are waiting for instructions".
"Ok, we've got this. Have some fun, destroy all the enemy Spacecraft".
"Copy that, Skyhammer out"
Caldrek turned to Reph, who was now sitting on his Knight.
"I never thought I'd be fighting against the Stormlord's Dynasty"
"Gak happens. Deal with it."

Syrath raised his obsdion staff, a cackle of energy burst from the top of the staff,a cackle of lightning and it spread as a wave over the world as Syrath called out to his allies and servants, their marks of Syrath glowing in unison signalling them to come to him.....

Resistance was fierce within the fortress. The Sisters of Battle and the Salamanders remained stalwart as ever. It did not help matters much that they had flamer weapons to direct against the forces of Nurgle. Jets of burning promethium engulfed the plague-bearers, the high temperatures burning the daemons to oblivion. In the skies above, Storm Talons duelled with Plague-drones and exchanged lead in deadly salvos. Reinforcements in the form of Imperial guard attacked from the sides and delivered volleys of lasgun fire, hoping to batter the enemy down until he was vanquished.
Even still, the battle was not going well for the Imperial forces. The power armor clad were met with projectiles of disease-ridden globules and had to desparately parry plague-swords. The nurglings would cling to their feet and legs to slow them down. Outside, Ulgot approached the Guardsmen. He raised his great sword and swung the blade. Each slice connected with entire squads, ending their existences instantly. Those who were not immediately killed succumbed to crippling sickness, screaming in agony as their bodies were corrupted beyond repair. The lasguns now were trained upon the Great Unclean one, yet the laser bolts did little to harm the rolls of rotting flesh. Ulgot swung again his dulled-blade, picking up one Guardsman in the same motion. The man struggled in the fleshy grip before his body was saturated of moisture, and he became little more than an arid husk of a corpse. Ulgot casually threw him over his shoulder and reared his head. He opened his mouth to unleash a tide of vomit from his bowels. Anyone caught in the area were coated in the foul-smelling soup, and soon collapsed and writhed in pain.
"This world shall be a monument to Father Nurgle and his ultimate greatness. It will be a foreshadowing of things to come. This galaxy will eventually crumble and rot from within, and from the ashes and rubble, life shall be reborn anew, and Nurgle will claim his new kingdom as his own."

Kaless' eyes opened slowly. She had been injured in the wing, and pretty badly bashed up everywhere else, but she seemed to be fine now. Time to get back to the front lines. She flew off, her wings a little stiff but working fine, until she found the great unclean one and his nurgle demons fighting against Sisters of Battle, Salamanders and Imperial Guardsmen.
Throwing three frag grenades into the midst of a mass of guardsmen and watching about 40 enemies die, she flew down to within ten feet of the greater demon. "Where do you wish me to fight, Ulgot? I can attack them from behind if you wish."

Gareva
Gareva knew why she was doing this she was jealous of him being around other woman like the slaves he had before he died. Gareva's lash wrapped around her
"I know why your doing this and it is starting to show Lynessa!" Gareva said dropping her to the floor and exiting out of the tent. He bumped into a Slaanesh cultists.
"You where are your female Slaves?" Gareva said and the Slaanesh cultists began to show him the way.

Lynessa

Lynessa was saddened the bond was broken, he had left her. She left towards the dragon to fulfill his commands with a broken heart she teleported next to him bowing down.

"Kaless....Kaless.....Kaless.....you dare serve any other? I promise you only pain.......retreat now or suffer the consequences......."

Syrath spoke through the mind of Kaless in a hollow and melodic voice, filled with hatred for her actions and partially her, a shooting pain in her arm began to form as Syrath increased his mental grip on the child, screaming into her mind. The Greater Daemon turned to see Lynessa by his side, he snarled as his heads moved to better view the petty being, his flaming eyes grew in size as he stared down on his ally;

"Get that filth back here, she dares to assist another!?"

Lynessa

She disappeared reappearing next to the nurgle daemon, she took kaless with her to syrath cradling her in her arms she would never lose anyone else again.

The mark on my arm begins to glow. Shame my new regeneration powers didn't heal that. I force myself into a sitting posistion, as I brush the now matted red hair out of my face, and I wipe away what blood I can. I observe the dragon like daemon. It would seem my "master" has a job for me.

"Good, now, it seems we have competition! And if we aren't busy planning to backstab me to a pile of rot, or cry over petty love, we must regroup our own forces and rebuild our defenses. Bring the dead here and leave them in the blood pit, I shall try to find my other contractors because they seem to have their thumbs in their asses! I expected some form of competence, not a band of fools who expected glory for nothing! Tarkus, take Blood Reaper and find Morgorth, and you two, find Gareva. Calum, you seem to have not angered me, quite suprising that, go with Lyensa and Kaless to find Gavera, and report any incompetence to me through your 'psychic' link if you must do so. "

"Gah - Syrath, I wasn't serving him, simply asking him where the enemy needed to be destroyed. He may be of nurgle, but we all serve the chaos gods, and are all united against the imperium."

p_gray99 wrote:"Gah - Syrath, I wasn't serving him, simply asking him where the enemy needed to be destroyed. He may be of nurgle, but we all serve the chaos gods, and are all united against the imperium."

Syrath snatched Kaless up in his clawed grip and pulled her close, his sour expression showed only one thing;

"Girl, he is a rival Daemon, I don't care for unity or peace with the others, only unbridled Chaos and Anarchy, and if you aren't ready to fulfill my orders after signing a contract, we'll be ready to be a sacrifice upon my alter child."

Gareva

Gareva saw the tent and cultists gathering outside it being stopped by to Chaos space Marines. Gareva walked up to the entrance of the tent.
"HALT! Your not allowed in here!" One of them said, Gareva's lash wrapped around his neck and torn his head and spine out, the other grabbed his weapon but Gareva lifted his bolter and fired 2 shots through his head. Both guards lay dead and Gareva entered he saw Eldar, Dark Eldar, Female guardsmen and sisters of battle.
"Oh so much to choose from" He said as he looked at each one. He grabbed a red haired Eldar and Female guardsmen, he dragged them back to his tent for his pleasure.

Lynessa took the imperial girl with her towards the slaaneshi camp she ordered kaless to search for him from the skies.

''Come girl we don't all day!''

Kaless sighed. "As you wish, Syrath. So where am I allowed to attack? Surely we don't want the daemons of nurgle to capture the city and have all those prisoners as their own?"