The siege of thraxia

[kenji10000]

Kenji had never felt such a dark essence before. It wasn't the blind blood thirst of Chaos, but rather a malicious force that enjoyed the suffering of others. Someone who reveled in such pain made his stomach turn, as he himself suppressed the corrupt influence within his own blood. He clenched the blade at his side, more in frustration than in an attempt to draw it. How could one such as this walk among the humans so easily? What purpose could this one have?
"What is your purpose here? You are not the only one with potential!" He spun around quickly to get a look at the dark one behind him. Only when he turned did he realize he was merely shouting in the wind...

Kenji knew now that the camp was no longer a safe place and would have to be on his guard, as he did even ge to see the face of a potential attacker. The interference from the Warp had dulled his senses, He would make sure not to drop his guard again..

[Mannfred]

The lord of darkness saw another squad join the fray as more of his warriors marched in. One of the new arrivals was different, he couldn't place it it was just hovering in the back of his mind. The grey night captain and some woman in golden armour walked forward, their squads forming a defensive ring and clearing out the necrons. Two against one, thought the lord, a few more and it might be a fair fight. The lord wanted to get rid of this worry about the woman so he decided to kill her first. As he teleported behind her he braced himself ready to decapitate her, but instead of looking around for him,she immediately turned round while slashing out with her weapon horizontally. As he fell in two he noticed what was wrong. This woman had tasted the tranquility of death and had returned. The lord had seen thousands of these people, but considering his life span the last one he had seen was several millennia ago. These were the few living things that the lord did not abhor. They had tasted the sweet freedom and calmness of death and new not to clinch to life so voraciously like the other living things that had so recently sprung up in this galaxy. The lord crawled over to his lower half and replaced his chest onto his spine. He stood up as the gre night had noticed what had happened and had turned round. The lord spin his staff two handedly and held it behind his back, he brought his other arm forward and beckoned. The two commanders were evidently surprised that such personality had been showed from a necron and took the bait and charged As the two charged towards him, he spun around and, as he was turning to slash behind himself, appeared behind the pair and hit them both. The grey nights armour, being thicker, meant that the lord only went brought the armour but did not cut deep enough to but any flesh but w grazing wound, the sister, however, not wearing terminator armour, had a deep gash cut out of her and fell, crying out, her squad jumped out to take her and the lord trying to hold them off to finish her off, fell to the superior numbers and the fact that the captain was again charging him. As he was dodging and weaving blows, the lord noticed on the planetary scanners that a foreign drug had been introduced in a camp some distance away. He sent some wraiths to investigate. His Progress bar for the construction was on 63% meaning that he had only wait several days till chaos would be made redundant by his construction. Considering the times the necrons had had to wait this was nothing. The lord did not like the idea that the chaos lord died so easily though. Being caught in thought, the lord was dealt a hammer blow to the head from the sister of battle who had returned wih a vengeance. He had obviously been standing still deepmin thought for some time... (ooc: phase me out please neyla. For the plot that's all)

[mina]

The Gash that the lord inflects upon her nearly knocks her out but she has been past this point already, she has looked death in the face and she is still here. She forces herself to her feet and when the lord looks caught in thought she brings her blade smashing down upon his head and then as he looks up at her with his glowing cold eyes she sees the same look that others must feel from her. There is no fear of destruction within his eyes just as there is none in hers. As she brings her sword down cutting him in two her free hand motions between them as if to say I understand you. As the light fades from the creatures eyes the other's cease knitting themselves back together. Stray warriors attempt to fight but are cut down by weapons and firepower. As the forces of the Impierium begin to mop up what is left and the command makes for the surving tanks Neyla takes a step to follow and bites down on her lip to stop from crying out. The gash is deep and she can feel blood trickling down her leg. She limps towards the tank and the guard that aren't fighting rush towards their commander and lift her battle wounded and weary body up into their land raider. In a flurry of armor being removed and medics leaning over her things begin to grow fuzzy from blood loss and the last things she remembers seeing and hearing is someone saying, " Her lung has been punctured"then she fades. When her company finally makes it back to camp and she is sleeping. The gaurds leave her to brag about their truimphs. She comes in and out of conciousness every now and again but mostly do to pain.

[virado]

"Well, well Mon-keigh so you remain in the realm of the living. " Came a cold voice from next to the wounded sister. A cloaked figure with a venomous voice was siting next to her. Lifting back the head revealed the face of a woman maybe in her late thirties with a wrinkled dirty face. The woman's face began to wave left and right until it completely disappeared leaving the face of someone who at first glance looked human but her hair, eyes and face all were distinctly alien upon further inspection. Lelithane smiled coldly as she stared at the helpless sister. "The guards are sleeping outside and no one is coming. There is only you. And. Me." Reaching into the depths of her cloak, Lelithane produced the phylactry full of the souls. Reaching into it Lelithane pulled out a soul and waved it in front of Neylla's face. "Hear is a soul you could not save." Placing the soul back in the phylactery Lelithane stood over the sister and pulled out a small dagger. "You and the Mon-keigh on this planet will die."

[mina]

Neyla's eyes remain open despite how much they want to close with her eyes no longer blindfolded she feels even weaker. She turns her head and body somewhat letting out a low groan not enough for anyone to really hear. She studies the women before her and slowly reaches out taking hold of her blindfold and tying it around her eyes, " There that feels better." as though she doesn't feel any real danger she motions for Lelthane to sit down, " Sit down and stop your useless posturing I am not afraid." she smiles almost wearily at the Dark Eldar before her. Somehow aware the she hasn;t sat down she shrugs, " before laying backdown, " she can feel the souls near the woman and her body aches feeling the agony of the souls. "Please sit. They will not rouse for awhile and even if I could scream loud enough for help I doubt they could stop you from killing me in this state so at least sit and let me speka to the woman who thinks she can kill the dead." Findign Lelithane still hovering near her she sighs deeply and rubs her chest, " why are you here Druchi? For what purpose do you live? If you are here for the souls of the dead to bring power to yourself than I assure you stabbing me is the last thing you should do." She smiles as though still in thought over it all, " I have not seen the golden realm in some years I think it would be nice this time of year. Perhaps I will remain dead this time or perhaps not." she speaks so offhandly about death like it is something she has done many times. Neyla tires of waiting for a response so she turns in her bed and stands only to find a blade at her throat, " Decide now. I am weary of you. Either kill me or sit down and speak. Be warned despite my state I will not allow you to kill me."

[virado]

"You are not afraid." for a moment Lelithane's face flashed a brief moment of anger. Then it was gone and her strange beauty returned. "My mistress want souls. Typical. What i want is only to watch you Mon-keigh scuttle about in your little pointless conflicts. That and enjoy the occasional soul." Lelithane looked out of the flap in the tent toward the camp. "But in honesty. You interest me Mon-keigh you and the other Mon-keigh who like you seems to have a fixation on Sha'eil. But the boy seems to carry the foul stench of the Lord of Decay about him. He hides it well though." Lelithane looked back at Neyla with a bit of curiousness about her. "Let me ask you two things. One why do you not try to kill me the moment you saw me. And two. Do you really think that you died?"

[kenji10000]

The problems on Thraxia had grown out of control for Kenji, he needed guidance from Aun'va as to what his next course of action would be. Walking just outside the edge of the camp he clamped on his helmet and attempted to send a transmission. The Warp storm had severed the communication to his leader, he was on his own. Feeling that the Imperium was the lesser of two evils, He would help defeat the soulless hordes. Making his way back to the camp he left his helmet on this time, immediately he was surrounded by three Grey Knights with there lances at his throat. He dropped his Carbine at his side and stuck his mothers relic blade into the ground in front of him "Please, I humbly request on audience with your commander. I have been sent on behalf of Aun'va to help beat the soulless ones." The Knights recognized the Blade of Iconia, once a cannoness, and withdrew their lances. "Tell me Xeno," the Captain of the watch scoffed, " how does one such as yourself come to possess an item such as this?" "If i may sir?" Kenji motioned to removing his helmet; the Captain agreed and Kenji unclasped his helmet and removed it slowly "Iconia was my mother, her cursed blood runs in my veins." Upon seeing who was under the helmet the Captain was furious, "You shame us with every breath you take, Demon!" striking Kenji with a solid backhand that sent Kenji to his knees "How dare you show your face around this place! You're probably to blame for the Word Bearers besieging our lands! On your feet! We will let my commander decide in which way we should gut you!" The two Knights lifted Kenji to his feet and took him into custody; the Captain took Kenji's weapons with him as the Knights led him just outside the Command tent. Before releasing Kenji outside the door of the tent, one of the Knights delivered a savage blow to Kenji's sternum, nearly caving it in. Out of breath and in chains, Kenji sat outside the tent awaiting his fate...

[mina]

Sitting down again and slowly beginning to examine the gash in her side and the bandage she begins to answer as though she has already thought long and hard about this, " I do not slay you because like me your purpose is importnat."the look she recieves makes her continue, " Just as there are those that save souls and guide them to the afterlife so too must their be soul stealers."She smiles eerily, "It is the way of all things." She closes her eyes despite this not being able to be seen, " I also sense that before the end you will be of use to the destruction of the Necrons and that is a noble enough reason not to kill you." She chuckles coldly for a moment and then wheezes in and out coughing hard for a few moments, " That and I am in no condition to duel you and would lose in good condition." She smiles facing the witch before her. "As to your second question, I do not think I know I died. When your death greets you you will understand." She smiles murmering, " You could be so much more than a servant. I see it already and then it fades."

[virado]

"Me? a leader? Hahahaha i like the sound of that. but for i thing that.."
Lelithane stood up and looked around like a dog tracking a scent. "The Mon-keigh boy is here. And from what i can sense he is surrounded by a fair number of psykers. Those Mon-keigh grey knight or whatever you call them. Captured?... maybe. but this warrants attention. I shall take my leave Mon-keigh if our paths cross again then so be it. Pulling he hood back up Lelithane resumed the innocent appearance she had before and as she strode out of the tent the medics who were lying on the ground around Neyla began to stirr.

Outside of the tent where Kenji lay Lelithane walked up to him past the space marines and straight up to the injured boy. "Awww is the little Mon-keigh hurt? I can make the pain go away." Lelithane smiled a wicked smile from underneath her hood. "These Mon-keigh cannot see me. Lifting Kenji's head with the tip of her finger. Lelithane looked him straight in the eyes and kissed him deep and herd. Licking her lips as though having just eaten a meal she said "Your sorrow tastes exquisite." she whispered into his ear. "I shall see you again my little Mon-keigh." she said as she strode off between the large forms of the Grey knights who were clueless as to the intruder within their midst.

[Father Nurgle]

Darius had been completely absent minded and filled with a slowness in his mind, he should have when he first hit that necron lord used his nemesis force ability and outright blow the lord to pieces. it would have ended the battle there... None the less, only 2 casualties. Harold and Uylessus. their 2 bodies were taken back to the ship back in orbit. By this time they were back at the camp. Servitors were clicking and whirring as they repaired the holy terminator armor. Darius was in the armor still standing a bit in an awkward position. one cut in his left side and numerous scratches all around.
"sir, we have a traitor in the camp. i can't tell what he is, but my armor keeps telling me he is a daemon. he requests an audience with you..." A grey knight walked in his large holy tent. Darius though a while. "bring him in. if he is a daemon i will kill him myself. oh, and vox in the main ship to bring me 1 exterminatus missile. Necrons are only truly defeated if we go into the catacombs and blow it to pieces." The servitors rolled away as they finished and 2 grey knights walked in dragging Kenji in chains. "so... what is it you want to see me for? mercy? no daemon gets mercy..." Darius said reloading his psycannon bolts. Each one was having its holy charges slowly shift in the direction of Kenji, as if trying to kill him without the stormbolter... "well? speak!"

[mina]

As the witch walks out she shudders as the weight of the lost souls are taken off her chest again. SHe looks down at her almost naked body and realizes that she should probably dress. Neyla stands and ambles over to where her personnel possessions are stored and she pulls out a new robe. It takes her several minutes to pull on the crimson as blood robe. When she's finally slipped her feet into her boots several of the medics have awoken, " Lady you need rest. Your not well yet." She looks at the medics almost asleep and begins to walk out of the tent, " I am well enough to continue my responsibilities." the medics shake their heads at her, " Lady there is a daemon in out midst please let the knights destroy it before you put yourself in danger." She turns smiling at them, " I am aware of all the daemons in our midst in a way you cannot imagine." with that said she opens the tent flap and slowly walks out and after asking a few questions finds the tent that Kenji and the Commander stand in conversing at this moment. She steps forward waiting for the knights to move aside andwhen they don't she folds her arms, " Step aside and let me pass my people have something to say about this." The grey knights scoff at her having lost their fear seeing her wounded "This is Grey Knight business, not the business of a lune. Move on before I lose my temper with you." She removes her blindfold and leans forward enough that she and the big man are eye to eye, " Look into my eyes and tell me if you see fear?"The big man smirks reaching out a grasping her throat and beginning to squeeze," I see a daemon." she glares suddenly at him and his grip faulters and she takes a step back. "I have time." slowly more guard gather behind her shouting for the knights to move aside. It takes all of ten minutes for the two sides to begin to gather for a fight. Neyla doesn't even realize the drugs within thir bloodstreams is working and that as everyone's adrenline rises they draw closer to becoming creatures of rage. "Step aside. There are more of us than you and you cannot win this war without us."

[Esiphas]

personality- she is very judgemental, a strong sense of good and evil. Often leaping into combat before consideration.

Alietas drop pod shuddered again. she had been called in to assist her battle brothers against a large threat- and that was all she knew. The pod had just entered the atmosphere, and was heating up a bit. A few veterans were checking weapons whilst the pod hurtled down. No one even shuddered as the pods retros fired. the green light came on and the harnesses unbuckled, just as the doors of the pod fell, the deathwind already beginning to fire. Sprinting out of the pod, Alieta was greeted only by scarab swarms. relativly few remained, so Alieta just called out for her bike. her ocator showed the presece of a freindly camp in the area, so she climbed aboard and rode towards it, her engines starting in perfect sync with the roar of the deathwind.

[virado]

ooc: i think we are full and even if we are not you should provide more information about your character than just personality

[Mannfred]

ooc: he did hes the inquisitor from the first page

[Mannfred]

ooc: hmm this is 4 vs one. Time to even the odds >:-)

Ic: as they lord felt him self teleporting back to his tomb he contemplated the battles loss. Indeed he had lost a relatively important strategic point but more importantly he had learned what the enemy commanders were capable of. A lot. The lord put his hand to his chest as he felt the tiny amount of living metal given to him by the deceiver himself. It twitched. The lord felt a presence so ageless that it made him look like someone who locked himself up for fear of dying from a cold. When it spoke it was the voice of death incarnate for a million races. That was because it planted its image in every races racial memory so it could feed off their fear. It was not to be disrespected. A whispering, ghostly voice entered his head. "you failed" the final "d" echoing for what seemed eternity.
"sir they were both skilled combatants and i was outnumbered"
"you arrrre in neeedddd of helpp. I ssshhhall assistt"
The lord cried out as he felt pain like no other, even to those who feel it more often. The small shard of c'tan in him shifted and spread over his body, the lights darkened and the sky clouded over as he floated into the air. There was a blinding flash of darkness and the wind whipped up. Then, as the dust settled, the lord looked at his body. He had been gifted by the nightbringer. The nightbringer had blessed his body with his own form. Imbuing him with a small measure of his power. Darkness seeped across the floor like a liquid. Snatching a small fly and absorbing its soul and life essence. The lord looked at his clawed hands and did something he had never, ever done before in his existence. The harsh grating sound of a god laughing filled the room.

ooc: now he is basically the current nightbringer seeing as he is against all of you. I think that is fair enough. if you want he can be toned down. N.B in the new codex he will be 15,000 points apoc unit as well. The non apoc unit counts as him "turning his attention" to another battle field as he gets bored in the current one and possesses the nearest lord.