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(Syrath in fact reconstructed you right after the battle, but the rest is fine.)

"Fine Marius, I will leave you and the witch on your quest for redemption but I shall not aid you at all. This is your quest for redemption Marius, not ours."

Marius and Syess are teleported back to the planets surface.

Marius growls in frustration,
"The inquisition is nothing without the astartes behind it to preserve justice, that man clearly had some kind of grudge against me."

"Indeed Marius, at least however he did not put me on trial."

Marius looks Syess over slowly
"Indeed, come now, we cannot rely on the Imperium to take this titan down alongside us, perhaps the Tau will give aid."

Marius heads off in direction of the tau gunships which are still patrolling the area. On a wide band frequency is an essentially peace message transmitting.

(OOC) Even scary skullz got a hat!

"The Tau, they have changed. I can feel it, the C'tan's presence is strong here. Incredibility great and grows, we have something bigger than the Titan on our hands Marius. Something truly deadly."

OOC: And so has Grim Reaperz

IC:

"I believe you should be reunited as one to become the most powerful. I can aid you in this if you truly need i-"

Kais is cut off as he feels a prescense that has not been felt for a long time.
Part of his memory was still clouded, but he remembered something.

A space wolf. A friend...

No. Potential ally was more like it.

"But it can't be..."

Marius looked down at Syess, once more truly amused
"As if the titan wasnt deadly enough, hmmph. No matter. Come, the commander is an old friend, I feel it in my soul."

He begins marching with some degree of haste towards the source of his feeling, and incidentally the source of the green light.

"I just hope he remembers who I was, not who I became."

Tau Warriors are in aligned in several Phalanx's across a ridge looking down on the two figures approaching, each under the power of the Star Serpent and before them a skeletal and changed Shas looking down on two former and older friends.....

There any openings in this campaign?

Yep, any new players are welcome.

Marius sees the C'tan and rattles out a heavy sigh. He was indeed powerful enough to hold his own against such a creature, but somehow he suspected that he wouldnt be fighting it any time soon.

"Shas'o It has been to long brother!!"

"My lord, the Tau are meeting with a loyalist Dreadnought. What is your bidding?"

Argylle looked up from the tortured forms of the Tau prisoners. With quick slices, he absorbed their essence with his daemon blade, driving the sword into the ground.

Light burst up from around the weapon, and in it, no less than fifty daemonettes appeared.
"Kill them," he whispered. The daemonic forms giggled like children as they effortlessly crossed the defences which would kill mortals, dancing towards the Tau and their cursed follower of the Corpse Emperor.

"Loose the Spawn! If the beauties cannot kill them, we will see what they can do against the beasts!"

A Chaos Sorcerer appeared before the Chaos Lord, his armour decorated with runes and the distinctive symbols of the Word Bearers Legion and a highly modified Mark VI power armour suit. He looks around and halts the approaching Emperors Children in their tracks;

"Lord Argyle I presume? If so I have a special proposition for you, very special indeed."

The Chaos Spawn and Daemonettes charged the Tau and Dreadnought, howling and screaming dark praises.....

His blade had leaped from the ground to his hand the moment that the Sorceror had appeared, but Argylle decided he wouldn't be using it. For now at least.

"Well, everyone knows how much my legion loves specialities. Speak, Sorceror, but I hope it's worth missing that blood bath for."

The daemonettes phased in an out of reality, dodging shots of augmented Tau technology which otherwise would have disintegrated them. The spawn weren't so lucky, losing five of the ten before the daemonettes closed the distance and attacked the oddly metallic xenos.

Marius sees them coming and charges in his sword flickering. Whoever summoned the daemonettes made a fatal mistake and miscalculation. THe claws of the daemonettes, sharp as they were, were no match for Marius' armour plating and they were being butchered...

One of the daemonettes laughed as its brethren danced around the dreadnought's slow attacks, then morphed into its true form. The Keeper of Secrets held out its hand, and the air shimmered as a massive sword appeared in it. Then it began hitting Tau with it. Though the blade was certainly sharp enough to cut them, they simply ended up crushed under its weight. The monster turned to the dreadnought and smiled.

"Remember us Marius, you were once a favored child of Slannesh, come back to us."

Marius cannot move, his mind being cracked open by the whispers of Slannesh. His soul in the grip of the Keeper of Secrets.....

(Pavane of Slaanesh? Nice)
Marius sees the blade coming, he struggles against the stupor of the daemonettes His servo's whining as they try to move to block the massive blade but to no avail, it still creeps closer with agonising slowness. He feels a peculiar painful grip on his psyche and he realises what is happening and in his mind he struggles harder, lances of pain shoot through the dreadnought, the artificial nerv bundles screaming in agony as a mental fire grips him. He screams in mental pain for a few seconds and shudders internally at a truly horrid feeling. His soul begins to be ripped from the dreadnought chassis, with some sort of Iron will holding it and dragging like a rabid dog. But then something inside him snaps, a burst of pure, undiluted, raw power, smacks out from Marius in a solid wave, flooring the Tau warriors. When the energy hits a daemonette, the pitiful daemon is wiped from existence. Sent to some dimension undiscovered. His auspex gains a blue tint and he watches as the Keeper of secrets is stripped back, her skin flaying off of her as if a hundred gauss blasters were firing unceasingly at her form. As her musculature is revealed she is forced to relinquish the hold on Marius' mind as the dreadnought moves forwards. Marius lunges frwards with his sword, hoping beyond hope that the blade would strike home. But almost to dash Marius' hope the Keeper darts out of the way of the dreadnoughts thrust and she cackles with a strange gurgle and swings powerfully at his chassis, embedding her claw deep into the armour. But no matter. Because Marius' arm whips round faster than the Keeper thought possible and impacts her shoulder, and holds it fast. And then the upper torso of the Dreadnought spins rapidly on its axis dragging the keeper down to ground level with a thudding boom. She sturggles to free herself from the dreadnoughts PLasteel and ceramite grip, her sword having been thrown clear. But Marius stomps heavily on her limbs shattering them. MArius howls in triumph as he slams his sword down in one final thrust, the blade of Fenis stabbing towards the Keppers heart. Whereupon she cannot defend herself from the blade that impales her chest, covered in Psykers flames which eat away at the surrounding flesh, bone, and organs until there is nothing left of the massive daemon. As Marius rises from his semi crouch his armour heals over. Warp energies revitalising him. His blade glows with ethereal fire and his open fist has flicks of energy coruscating over it. Marius knows not how it happened. But something that the Keeper did to his mind unlocked the Psyckic potential that Syrath locked away.

Marius, Ironclad, Rune priest Dreadnought of Fenris, turned lone wolf, has come to Hecroin.

Upon a bleak mountain two beings clambered, a bleak broken icy shrine that pointed towards the skies as if some being was trying to poke the black and grey shade. The Two beings clambered up the icy steps, ignoring the bones and broken bodies while the fountains of green water poured into a moat surrounding the spire. The two walked further, tired but not giving up as they saw the tip of the spire, a broken claw like shape of twisted metal bars that looked like those of a greedy man grabbing at a treasure to far from his grasp. The two finally reached the top and saw the treasure, a broken well covered in icy shards and green fire, the two champions moved forward dragging the corpse of the broken Space Wolf who's right arm had been torn off. The first Champion threw the broken warrior into the well, falling into the inky darkness. As the shadows claimed the son of Russ a dark howl filled the air, the first champion roared with appeasement as a cloud of shadows rose and swarmed the bowing champion causing his flesh to explode into a burst of unholy fire. The flames knitted into a new form, dragon like, massive torn and rotting wings, a fleshless head, a rib cage broken and dotted with torn skin and old blood. A being arises, its skull bear of flesh but buzzing with green warp fire.....

Syrath.

The final Chaos Champion bowed to the roaring Syrath, who's dark laughter haunted the air and soon turned its attention to him;

"As promised, lord."

"Ho....ho....ho...I remember our deal little champion...."

(Syrath's Scale compared to Daemon prince.)

Argylle's attention wavered from the Sorceror's words as the daemon drew it to the powerful ripples in the Warp. Such a powerful entity had burst forth, it reminded him of a simpler time, over ten thousand years ago, held in the arms of a lover on Chemos. He would have once called it love, he supposed, but now he knew he was more than capable of replicating, improving on the feeling with virtually any being and activity. The beings could be great or small, the activities usually involved their deaths. Sometimes, he made them feel the same desire towards him for amusement, but it was so tiresome... Basking in the waves of power, he noticed that the Sorceror had felt it too.

Turning with difficulty back to their discussion, he ignored the being that had arrived. Short term survival would have to outweigh long term pleasure, and he had a feeling the Sorceror was more dangerous than most.

Syrath's form was weak, the massive being leaned on a broken statue and coughed up blood and bile onto the ground. His once blazing eyes were like weak candels and his glowing cheast was like a soggy fire place, he looked down at the champion and sucked the life from the warrior reducing his form to ashes while Syrath gained a moment of rest from his torment. He was chained to the warp, and could not afford to waste his precious time on this world. While he could not take his revenge of his hated foe, Syrath knew he could slay him when the time was right. His form exploded into a shadowy crystal that lay chained to the well. Waiting.....

(OOC) Syrath won't return till the characters do something big

"It seems I have your attention Son of Fulgrim, I currently posses a Titan and one with such power it could destroy the Cadain gate and put me over Abbadon but I realise without.....assistance I could not achieve such a thing. You seem fit for the job and if you are successful I will allow you to join my crusade of evil. Slannesh will surely gift you."

Marius saw the encroachment as a white haze on his visor, he knew what it was however as his newly repaired warp sight was blaring the image of a ghastly daemon of the warp through his sensors. Marius let out a low growl as his hand clenched around his still smoking sword
"Syrath... He should be dead... No matter. SHAS'O I would speak with you"

Kais smiles at watching the battle that had played out before his eyes. He had watched as Marius, his old friend, had hacked and slashed away at the Daemonett lackeys.
But as soon as he saw Syrath, his anger boiled deep inside him. He had killed him, Syrath had been his prize, his trophy, and now he had been denied that kill.

Syrath was alive. Weak, but alive.

"Ahh, Marius," Kais called as he walked towards him, who obviously was quite surprised by his appearance. "You surely remeber how I perished in that dreadful arena all that time ago, hiow my life ceased in that barren wasteland. The Serpent is now my master, and I am its bringer. It brought me back to life, it gave me a second chance, and yet it still rewards me. I am nigh indestructable, yet I can always revert to my old form. I am stronher now, and in such a high place of command. How are things going for you? Old friend?"

"The Daemon must fall, he proves some what of a threat to our resurrection and rise to power but he can be slain wait what is this?"

The Star Serpents leering bestial face looked down on the Eldar, it hissed and fired a beam of atomic energy that almost reduced the Eldar to dust in seconds but the former Farseer was able to just dodge the blast;

"These beings defied us! I shall reduce you all to ash"

Argylle sat back, somewhat disappointed. Just another person who wanted that big robot. Didn't they have any understanding of the simple joy of - destroy the Cadian Gate? It had been so long since he had watched a planet die. An entire decade, if not more.

"Very well, Sorceror, I will aid you. The galaxy will burn once again."

Marius looks down on Syess, his old anger resurfacing he feels bitter at all the trouble the tiny creature has caused him. He grabs Syess by the back and lifts her up, throwing her bodily at a rock formation, the red splatter of the insignificant creature was like a lifting of a weight from his shoulders, no longer would that pest disturb him.
"As you can see C'tan, that is no longer an issue. As for myself, I have become a lone wolf, I am sure you know what that means Shas'o. I am no longer part of the pack, I am my own warrior now, and I would gladly help an old friend. But tell me... serpent... are you a threat to my brothers?"

"I shall claim all life puny being, you are simply another being that may chose to side with me if you do not wish to be reduced to ash. Chose sides now, and quickly. I tire of your incompetence. I must find my other shard and remove that Daemon, it poses somewhat of a threat......"


"Brilliant, come now then. We must flee, the C'tan is too strong here and the Titan is a greater point of defense."

The Sorcerer opens a tare in reality, a gate way to the Titans location.

(could marius kill the ctan?)

You could try but only meet a foul fate worse than consumption of his soul by the C'tan, Slannesh or Syrath.

so no then

The journey through the gateway had been exhilarating, but Argylle couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed as they emerged staring up at the massive titan.

"Is that all? I hoped it would be longer."

He smiled inwardly as he saw the expressions of the Sorceror, the one people got when they realised they were dealing with a true servant of Slaanesh. A part of him lived just for that expression. Then again, a part of him lived just for forcing his slaves to dress as grox, but he didn't do that very often either.

Marius gestured with one clawed hand
"Do what you must to the fools on this world, I have lost faith in the emperor's inquisition. The chaos I care nought for. But if you think that I will allow you to attack my homeland you are gravely mistaken"