I wake up. My helm tells me that I have slept for 3 hours, 23 minutes and 5 seconds, Standard Terran Time (STT). It could have been months, years, millennia or nanoseconds in real-time. The eye of terror brings a whole new meaning to eternity - time does not pass.
I am also told that the air is now breathable. For the first time since my legion retreated to the Eye. When I remove my helm, I feel sick. Though the air is breathable, it reeks of rotten daemonflesh.

Wrakkar lifted himself off the ground, and looked at his surroundings. Replacing his helmet, he can breathe properly once more.
Walking around, he sees how his surroundings have changed; He fell asleep in an abandoned manufactorum, and had awoken to find himself in an alley between several tall buildings, with barely enough space for his broad shoulders to fit.
Where am I now?
This was not the first time this had happened. Whichever planet he and his legion had landed on, it has an annoying habit of changing the scenery while you weren't looking.
Walking further down the alley, he came across a rather pathetic looking creature.
"G-Garviel?" Stuttered the skeletal, robed figure. It reached out a hand, as if to touch Wrakkar, but stopped.
"No. I am Brother Drakken, of the Black Legion warband 'Loki'. I know of no such name." Growled Wrakkar.
"I am sorry... I thought-" The man's words were abruptly cut off, as Wrakkar crushed the man's small skull with his gauntleted hand.
"You thought wrong."

After what his helm judged to be half an hour, Wrakkar came across a small, crowded market place. Pulling out his bolter, he decided to look around.
Though he had seen many strange things in his time, none were quite like this. Heck- nothing was like anything in the Eye of Terror. He observed his surroundings carefuly.
Though the marketplace was crowded, it was not with people, as such... They were robed figures, similar to the man he had met earlier, but they were even more pitiful. Starved, battered looking people shuffled slowly around the marketplace in complete silence, buying various items from the stalls.
Each stall was manned - or, more accurately, guarded, by some form of red daemon. Each was a powerful figure, with red skin or scales, wielding various weapons, and bearing the mark of Khorne, the blood god.
Each stall contained various instruments of death, varying from tiny stiletto blades, to 5 feet long broadswords. There were axes, maces, even a chain axe.
Some stalls contained body armour, and there was one which sold large chunks of meat, dripping with blood.

Now I know where I am... I've heard of this place. Drakaasi.
After a whole day of looking around the area, Wrakkar knew he was been right. Mixed in among the humanoids, there were Scaephylyds. They are native to the planet, and were turned to the worship of Khorne by the World Eaters legion. Drakaasi is a planet in the Eye of terror dedicated to the worship of the blood god, Khorne. It was claimed by the World eaters, after the failure of the horus heresy. The planet's major features are a giant sea of blood, and arenas or gladiatorial pits, where warriors, daemons and creatures fight to the death.
But something that Wrakkar didn't know about this world was how he got from the nameless planet he has fallen asleep on, to here.
Deciding that this was probably just an illusion caused by the warp, he decided to take some of the meat (which was paid for by an axe he stole off one of the humans), and hid himself in a small abandoned apartment, where he could sleep it through.

I wake again. This time, the scene has not changed. Something is not right.

Waking up again from sleep showed that this was not just an illusion caused by a constantly warping planet. He was now in World Eater territory. And that meant he would need to be very careful.
Lifting himself out of the pool of dried blood that had gathered around him, he inspected his meat from the day before. It was still dripping.
The damn things just don't stop..
He should have expected this; he was on a world of Khorne, after all.
Tasting one, Wrakkar decided that it wasn't too bad to eat, and made sure he still had some left for later.

Now no longer hungry, Wrakkar decided to visit one of this planet's main features, a fight pit.
These places were where warriors were offered up as a sacrifice to Khorne by mortal combat. Anything could happen in them, and the only thing not allowed was magic, the thing Khorne hates most.
Finding the nearest arena was not difficult, all Wrakkar had to do was follow the noises. Though the market he visited the day before had been silent, Wrakkar could now hear what had really been going on. Passing through on his way to the arena, It became apparent to him that it could not have been silent before, as now the sounds of bartering, exchange of goods, the slaughter of animals and the sound of a thief being brutally murdered made him realise that his hearing must have been damaged when he was taken here.

The "fight pit" was not what he had expected; He had thought it would be like a cage fight, assuming that the warriors of Khorne would not be bothered with an actual arena. But, here it was.
It was a huge Colosseum-type structure, with symbols dedicated to Khorne carved into it's stone structure. It was beautiful in a way no follower of Slaanesh could find. It was purely dedicated to one purpose: To stage the killing of mortals.
The entrance was a huge archway, lined with statues of various infamous warriors from this arena. Each was covered in blood, and armed with real weapons.

And upon entering the Colosseum, Wrakkar was granted a sight few survive.
At the centre of the huge circular arena, a Bloodthirster of Khorne, fifteen feet tall, was slaughtering its way through an army of warriors.
It leapt into the air, a dark figure clinging onto it's short, muscular neck, stabbing it with a short sword.
The daemon landed, bone-shatteringly heavily on it's black hooves, and, lifting one huge hand, tore the warrior from it's neck, tossed it into the air, and caught it on it's double-bladed battleaxe! The battered carcass was then flung at the roaring audience, as the shouted down at the Daemon:
"KILL MAIM BURN, KILL MAIM BURN!!".
|The daemon turned to face the rest of the warriors, now charging at it.
It lifted its great battleaxe, raised it into the air, and just as the warriors reached it, swung the axe in a wide arc, slaying all but four of them.
Those last four were subsequently stamped on, crushed, cut open, and tossed out of the stadium in that order.
With a roar that shook the entire stadium, the beast declared its victory.

Wrakkar was about to look around for anyone who may have a way off this planet, when he heard the drums.
Like a giant's heartbeat, several large drums thundered across the colosseum *THUD THUD*
*THUD THUD*
*THUD THUD*
*THUD THUD*
The crowd went silent, leaning in for a better view of the arena.
Sounds like the real fun's about to begin... Thought Wrakkar.

Across from the entrance to the stands, where Wrakkar stood, there was a large gateway. And from here came a combatant larger and more powerful looking than the others. And even the Bloodthirster looked nervous.
A voice rang out, in harsh tones, speaking a variation of Low Gothic, and said: "And now, for today's grand finale, for your entertainment, we welcome Lord Kazuriah Barkiel, THE UNDEFEATED!!!" The speaker roared the last two words, and the crowd roared it's support for him.
Wearing black power armour, Lord Barkiel strutted into the stadium, as if this fight was nothing more worrying than lunch.
He waved towards the crowd, turned towards a pair of Scaephylyds who were following behind him, and retrieved from them his sword.
It was a long, vicious looking blade, blood red in colour, and about an arm and a half long (In proportion to Barkiel, of course).
The drumming stopped, the crowd continued roaring, the Scaephylyds exited, and Barkiel pointed his sword at the daemon, which was still taller than him, but only by about four feet. Barkiel was wearing a helm, but Wrakkar could tell he was grinning.
The daemon stamped it's left hoof, and roared, challenging this newest combatant to fight. Barkiel responded, roaring louder than even the great monster before him. He raised his sword in salute, and then drew it across himself in a blocking position.
It was a clear sign for the daemon to make the first move, which it did gladly; Pawing the ground with its left hoof, it prepared to charge.

Barkiel braced himself - leaning forward slightly, and spreading his feet apart, he bent his knees slightly, and waited.
With a roar, the daemon jumped off the ground, propelled by it's huge wings, and dived down, axe first, onto Barkiel.
Barkiel blocked the axe with his sword, and held it there with one hand, so that he could fend off attacks from the creatures tail and free hand.
Just as the daemon seemed to decide it was going to lift it's axe, it stopped leaning on Barkiel, and in that instant, the power armoured giant pushed with all his strength, and caused the bloodthirster to fall on it's back. He charged over it's chest, and stabbed the daemon in the face with his sword- only to be punched in the side, and sent sprawling across the stadium floor.
Perhaps he isn't such a great fighter... Wrakkar barely had time to think this before the daemon pulled a massive, fiery whip from it's wait, and lashed out at the floored space marine.
Then Wrakkar realised what he had done; Barkiel had intentionally let himself get floored, predicting this would happen, because he grabbed the whip just as it was being pulled back, causing himself to be sent flying at the daemon, and with a roar of laughter, and a cry of surprise from the crowd, landed on the monster's face, holding onto his sword!

The monster cried out in pain, dropped the whip and the axe, and started punching Barkiel in the back, but the warrior held on.
He held on long enough for the daemon to decide to pick up it's axe again, and- split it's own head open!
Barkiel had timed it perfectly, and dropped from the monster's face with his sword just before he got hit with the axe, and now not only had he won, but the bloodthirster suffered the humiliation of killing itself by accident.
As the monster crashed to the ground, the crowd cheered for Barkiel, and he left the arena.

He looks like the black legion... Maybe he has a way back to the rest of my brothers... Thought Wrakkar to himself. The speaker sounded like Barkiel was a guest to the fight, he probably stopped here to refuel his ship, or something.
And with that thought, he went to find the only space marine he had seen thus far on this planet.
Walking around to what appeared to be the warrior's entrance to the stadium, he found it guarded by a pair of Scaephylyds, presumably the ones who had handed Barkiel his sword. Rather than fight his way in, as he normally would, Wrakkar decided it would be better not to attract any unnecessary attention to himself, and decided to ask them where Barkiel was.
Walking closer to them, he found that these ones were taller than any he had seen in the market, possibly because they were probably better fed as guards than as slaves. Both wore robes of red which covered most of their features, and both held a sword and shield. These were weapons too primitive to do any damage to him, but the possiblilty that they were power weapons, or daemonically possessed meant that Wrakkar had to be careful to avoid a fight.

"Guards!" He called over to them, from a few metres away, in a commanding voice, hoping they would not question his presence, and just let him in. "I must speak with Lord Barkiel, do you know where he is?"
The guard on the left of the doorway replied, "What must you speak about?", in a rather questioning tone that Wrakkar hadn't expected.
Nevertheless, he wasn't caught off-guard by this "I believe he may have something I need. Is he inside?"
"Yes. But you may not enter."
"Why?"
This time, the guard on the right replied. "Are you a fighter here?"
"No." Wrakkar was beginning to get annoyed, but there must be an easy way in...
"Then leave." This time, it was the guard on the left again. Both now raised their weapons in preparation to fend off Wrakkar.
Wrakkar took his bolter from where it was mag-clamped to his left leg, and pointed it at the Scaephylyds. "Let. Me. In." He said slowly.
The Scaephylyds didn't move, so he shot them both in the head before they could react, both of their skulls detonated in a shower of shattered bone and brains.
Walking past the bodies, Wrakkar opened the door to where Barkiel would be, and-CRACK!

"Get up."