The siege of thraxia

[Father Nurgle]

Many necrons around Darius fell to the fire of the combined might of the sisters of battle and the renewed inquisitorial warriors. More thunderhawks strafed the battlefield. The nightbringer's struggle was obvious, lords dieing and more enemies inbound. The Nightbringer raised his scythe in fury, and cut a large slice in the air. A large green crevice formed after its path and it started to suck in all those near it. slowly the crevice enlarged, getting stronger and more powerful suction. Darius watched necron and imperial fly into the spot and never return. "Stasis!" Darius yelled through the vox. "fall back! avoid the center combat! Fall back to the camps! to the thunderhawks! this planet could be doomed!" Darius was in urgency. He knew he wasn't out of the forest yet. "Lets deal with you..." Darius said, but to his surprise, the nightbringer was dissipated and the lord was all that stood. "easy picking..." Darius charged but in seconds the lord portaled away. Probably to the catacombs to stop the disruption. "sir, we are in full retreat, we are missing Neyla though... Kenji is back on route most likely." The vox blared. "Where was her last location?" Darius asked urgently, knowing the answer. "the catacombs sir." The voice was a little bit down sounding. These sisters needed to have their icon alive or dead. Darius couldn't let the order go on without this honor. "i have it! Faril, should i not return, you are the next one to take my place..." Darius reached to his belt feeling the tug of the stasis pull, Darius pulls up his personal teleporter, trained to a locator, Darius had given Neyla one of the locators in preparation of recover a commander. Darius pressed the button and began phasing away. seconds later his body appeared in the catacombs 10 yards away from The same necron lord and Neyla. Just as he heard "Tell me what you want and it will be done." Darius could only take in the words said, out of anger of the Cursed necron lord he had to do something... "conversion of my own warriors to your corrupt cause?" Darius was angered. He through a chain over his arm to connect his spear to his gauntlet, and threw it in Neyla's direction, hoping to end this new apprentice of the ctan... He was yelling in fury as the spear flew in Neyla's direction and he waited for what seemed like an eternity for the time to pull the spear back...

[mina]

ooc( I do love your timing )

Even as Neyla turns to the interruption the spear impales her straight through the chest. Her eyes which seemed so dark and angery seconds ago seem to grow brighter as she comes slowly to her knees. Darkness seems to spread away from her and watever poison was in her mind dissapates slowly. She chokes slowly her breathe beginning to slow as she stares at Darius her eyes seem to be trying to see, " Darius... Help ... help me." Her hand clutches the end of his spear and she rips it out with a great gasp of pain. Her blood quickly begins to decorate the front of her robes and it is obvious that she is dying very slowly. The laugh of the C'tan before them is loud. Slowly she turns to her fallen weapon and grits her teeth, " No! I won't die like this. Not now, not when I have come so close to my mission." she brings one foot up and slowly rises taking hold of her relic blade before charging straight at the heart crystal a scream of anger in her voice as she slams her blade into the middle of it, " Darius... get him now!" Her words barely reach him as the crystal explodes sending fragments straight into her skin and flinging her already broken body into a nearby pillar. Light begins to fade as energy is lost and soon Darius is alone in the darkness with the C'tan.

[Father Nurgle]

Darius watches the canoness after the spear impales her, the heroic act of destroying the more important crystal. The lord went through much physical distress as the green energy flew around the room. "victory in death, holy canoness your sacrifice shall never be forgotten in the name of the inquisition." Darius pulled his spear back to his hands, it's reassuring light invigorates him as he catches it.
"Your victory though..." Darius points the tip of the spear towards the lord. "will never be..." Darius throws the spear tip to his feet and charges forwards to the Necron lord, who is also readied his warscythe. Darius flicked out only a couple of frag grenades, hopefully the explosions will distract the lord long enough. The tactical dreadnought armor would suffice for the explosion. Darius reached the lord and did a powerful swipe in an upwards slash bringing the spear tip to his left shoulder...

[Mannfred]

Ooc: thanks for posting again guys

Ic: the lord watched impassively as the blade swept before him. His mission was done. The holy light went straight through him and he toppled. As the light faded from his eyes, he did not self repair. The odds were stacked against him. The lord fell to his knees, his orb falling and rolling along the floor. The orb, rolled into a crystal and it flared a bright green. A howling was heard and the shards of crystal started shuddering. The floor shook uncontrollably. Then all the crystal turned to liquid and pooled up. The laughter again reverberated around the room. As the liquid rose into the air. The green energies flowed into it. There was a moments silence as the grey knight looked in horror at the orb. Then a cataclysmic explosion shook the entire planet, actually changing it's orbit. The cavern systems seiling did bot cave in, but actually lifted out of the ground into a massive crater. As rock fragments the size of small towns fell from the sky, the dust settled. A whispering in the back of everyones minds, this was not w god of deception or destruction, this was everything yet one thing. Thousands of minds trapped and controlled by this one, vast, powerful, star spanning consciousness. It must feed, it was weak. Guardsmen and marines, scratched their heads a a whispering filled their minds, then row upon row of men fell over collapsing into death as their souls were leeched. The laughter was heard through the whole planet as the weakest if the spirit fell in waves. Then, out the crater, hovered a silver-blue humanoid. His eyes were closed. He oponed them and light shone out. It was not the holy light that humans associate with, but a harsh white light that penetrated your soul. It was almost grey-White. Wherever It looked, all life perished. Grass withering. The form turned and looked at the lord who had sacrificed all his energy to kick start his awakening. He would be rewarded, for a necron actually dying for someone was unheard of. As the being found the brave ones mind, a small part of him dripped off. The mind landing in there. It spread over his broken body and seeped inside to his heart piece. As the lord stood up, his colours were not of green, but of blue. The lord looked down, and the orb flew into his hand. He was at the bottom of the crater. The lord was at the lowest point on this planet. He slammed his orb into the ground and a ripple went through the planet, in previously empty tombs, hands shot out the ground where the second level of warriors entered, the vast portal also produced warrior upon warrior upon warrior. The god looked about him then looked at the star, he needed to feed. The wind sopped up as he sped out the atmosphere. The lord looked at his hands, something was different. He picked up an injured sister, and watched with fascination as the light in her eyes grew dim and her skin greyed and aged into dust. He felt his power replenish. He turned to the grey knight, who was picnic himself out the rubble..

[Father Nurgle]

Darius was covered in boulders and large rocks as the implosion tumbled everything. As all went silent Darius almost gave up, but in a vision of pure gold and silver, he was told to make a final act, and was reminded by the holy Emperor that the planet was evacuated... "The Emperor will not let enemies such as these live..." Darius voxed in to the main ship up in orbit. The battle cruiser had taken some damage from the naval battle with the necron fleet, many were lost... "cleanse this planet with holy retribution..." He ordered to the gunners. slowly he slid his gauntlet to him and set a timer, 2 minutes before absolution.
The silence above was interrupted by a large green flash and the sound of resembled metal came to. "Darn necorn lord gets up too much..." Darius said reaching through the rubble he was under for his spear, he found its reassuring touch and then Darius felt his left side. Neyla's body lay next to him, cold and lifeless. Neyla still held her beauty even after getting killed and with a good look, she was smiling. "may the Emperor guide you..." He said getting ready to stand. "may her protect us both..." 1 minute to absolution.
Darius rose, grey armor shining brightly in the crater they all stood in. The large deity in front of him stared at him harshly, but the grey knights aegis protection made it near impossible to penetrate his mind, but Darius could feel the wieght of insanity upon him. Darius held Neyla in his left arm and his spear was at rest standing in his right. 30 seconds... "its over Machines! This planet can't belong to you, and if it can't belong to us, then no one gets it!" Darius was yelling defiantly to the star god in front of him... Darius lifted his spear and pointed at the god. "i can't wait to see you again, and i want you to remember this face..." The star god quickly jumped away to the sun for some unknown to Darius reason. "and you..." Darius pointed the spear to the lord "I'll see you when your disappointed gods decide to revive you..." Darius smirked lightly and pressed his Personal teleported trained back on the ship.
In a flash of white he blinked and was back on the ship in the control room. He turned to quickly glance out the window and see the planet. 5 2 stage cyclonic missiles, impacted the surface of the planet where they were ordered to go. These missiles exploded into melta blasts, these torpedoes went straight to the planets core and destabilized it, so much to the point of pieces of the planet cracking off.
Darius watched as he knew his war with the necrons was not over. Imperials and adeptas sororitas gathered in the room as Darius laid Neyla's body in the hands of the newly promoted canoness. They were all left in silence even as the planet they flew away from was breaking into many pieces. "Soldiers of the Emperor! today we have lost a very important servant of the Emperor! Neyla Mirri, The saint of the bloody rose, has fallen and now rests with the Emperor..." Darius paused... Thinking of her betrayal... to find out she was a heretic and left out her troops to survive, if these warriors found out that even their most powerful can fall to heresy... more would leave and betray..."Her death was not in vain! she was the one in the catacombs to break and sever many of the vital crystals that held that terrible dark daemon in this world... Then she fought off several powerful tomb spyders, some as big as 2 dreadnoughts!" Darius was stretching things a bit, but for a valuable and inspirational ally's death, she deserved it.
Darius stood telling the rallied forces of her achievements (real and made up) and then reached to why she has a spear hole. "The most dangerous necorn lord out there had to be called out even after Neyla killed so many necrons and in an epic duel, she was killed by a necorn warrior grasping her leg, and the lord making a cheap shot..." Darius found the courage to say these lies, but it was for the best... "For now, we have more to do! i will return to your holy planet and erect an elegant and poweful statue. just like Neyla!" Darius raised his fist in Victory. "Rest now, for there are many more necrons to kill, and with a god on the loose, we have some hunting to do..." Darius sounded serious, and silent fell upon the large group, that now was in the full sized hangar to listen. All was still until one lone guardsman stood tall raised his gun in his right hand and yelled furiously "well? look what that 'god' did to our saint! lets get him!" The whole room erupted in cheers as the ship flew away back to the safety of their homeworld. "Astropath... take us home..." Darius said walking into the main commons, being hailed as the Hero and savior of Thraxia...

(now, don't get too mad, i checked this all out on the main reputable warhammer 40k Lexicanum. If you dont think cyclone missiles can do that then check out the page for them. wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Cyclonic_torpedo But as of now i think this story has come to its end. You can post how you escape, if you do cause your really kinda inkillable, or you can post how you go back to the next planet getting reassembled and plotting revenge or some stuff. other than, fun RP. )

[mina]

Neyla's burial is a solem affair. Many sisters and saints alike make appearances hoping to sap off of Neyla's sudden saintdom. The most angry of all people are the Guard. Their loyalty is impressive and at some point or other a young women with deep purple eyes and dark black hair begins to speak a smile on her face, " I see many familiar faces. If Neyla were here she would have been honored, she would have hugged many of you and smiled eerily while blessing you." the woman pauses her eyes glancing one at a time at Darius, Kenji, and even Lelithane who came with them to escape the destruction of Thraxia. " Neyla believed in a lot of things. She believed evil could be used for good." when the young female says this her eyes train in upon Lelithane and for just a moment she can see Neyla telling her all that she could yet be. " She believed that there was honor in death and victory in life. She gave this blessing out to all who she admired or loved." The young woman's eyes meet Darius's and she smiles oddly for a moment. " But most of all she believed in redemption. Neyla would have wanted all of Iconia's past forgiven and her son given all the best for Iconia's bravery." She pauses as tears run down her eyes, " Neyla misses you all bery much. Some of you are snakes in the grass and she has never met you but more than a few are her friends." The young woman turns eyes watering her dark dress tussling in the wind as she walks off the stand " Neyla's final prophecy is yet completed. But it will come true. She knows this and she has given each of you the tools to make her proud and to help you join her by the Emperor's side." With that the young woman steps off the stand and her dress still being blown in the wind disappears into the crowd.

[virado]

The Dracon had failed. Her mission as it stood had been a semi-success, over a million and a half souls had been collected but the main and key prize was the essence of the star god. With its escape there was no hope of obtaining the powerful being for her mistress. But in all of this there was hope. Lelithane was bored of Commoragh. For her failure Lelithane would most definitely be slain. So she would have to drift for a time. She shuddered to think about it but she enjoyed Mon'Keigh and their little games.

Behind the shield of her glamer the Wych stood at the funeral, why she was there even she did not know, but looking at the face of the deceased sister, she felt a small twinge in her chest. Rage? Anger? no it was sadness as impossible as it was Lelithane was a little sad. Sort of like when pet dies. but it was only for a moment and then her cold demeanor returned. Turning on her heals and down an alley the wych surveyed the new opportunities that lay before her. She could blend in with the underbelly of a city, she could join a harlequin troop, or she could do any other number of things. A cold smile crept along her face as she opened a webway portal and dissappeared.

[Mannfred]

The lord of darkness looked up as the torpedoes lit up the sky. He faded as he connected to his ship and appeared at his tomb. He looked out of an observation hatch and observed the sun. It was dying. As his great master fed upon it's energies, the sun fell apart and died a painful death. In a few months this system would be bathed in darkness. His ship took up a close orbit and watched over the suns death throws. Their master will grow strong again.