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Post by Esiphas on Mar 30, 2011 6:38:10 GMT
Mort flies to beezlebubs shoulder, the says into his ear 'Theres a rather large, densly populated bunker nearby. Wouldn't it be fun to kill them?' He watches the daemon stalk of to find the bunker, and the drops fire onto the soldiers beneath him, Before following him.
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Post by mina on Mar 30, 2011 12:00:57 GMT
Though she had suspected many of the reasons Azezal listed she is pleased to hear them straight from his lips. Clearly his charm is not wasted on her because she nods at him which causes her dark hair to stream into her face, " Well then I would very much enjoy being your queen..."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Mar 30, 2011 19:50:05 GMT
"Well my Queen what is the first order our new warriors shall receive?" Azazel said flashing his dagger like teeth
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Post by mina on Mar 30, 2011 20:50:14 GMT
a grin passes across her face as she stands near him, "I suggest we find Mark and make him either dead or one of us... The rest of the Iron Mongers must be made to choose.."
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 30, 2011 21:04:55 GMT
Mort appears back to Aeris and azazel. he shows no respect for Azazel, but he dosent show any disrespect either. 'Father is somewhere down the ridge. If you want, i can bring him here.'
Sally was sprawled over the truck, which Balkrest had abandoned. She was assumed dead. She sniped a daemon in the head with her gun. 'I need to find Nkarn... I must find him' She limped to the nearest base, seeking an astropath. 'Nkarn Fenix, lord inquisitor of the ordo malleus. I need to contact him as fast as posssible. I need him to know what is happening.'
a few hours later, the battle is still raging, but Nkarns reply comes through- a grey iron craft blasts through the atmosphere, carring Nkarn and his 'most trusted' retinue. First came Corvus abidel, A machine and man in unison with a heavy A.M.R and a machine rifle. Then, Toris Fenix, a death cult assassin. Kixtio Varxe's, a crazed drug addict favouring gas weapons. 64 and 89, two gun servitors commisioned for him, one with a meltagun, the other a heavy bolter. Finaly, Nkarn himself, the Lord Inquisitor of th ordo malleus. Nkarn gunned several men down, the disembarked properly.
'Death to the foes of the emperor!'
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Mar 30, 2011 21:05:41 GMT
"Excellent...Khorne find Mark and bring him to us please. I would like him alive." Azazel said smiling and watching both Khorne and Nurgle vanish.
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Post by mina on Mar 31, 2011 2:43:19 GMT
She grins as she sees the two appear downwards as they cut a path towards Mark. She turns looking at Azezal, "Why not bring them into the warp. Great them and show all that they could have. One of the daemons carrying the pillar has just finally been killed and the pillar begins to slowly descend towards the ground. Aeris looks at Azezal and grins she turns judging the fall for a second before turning and charging at Azezal and grabbing his hand as she jumps dragging him off the pillar with her. " She looks about spotting Azezal's mount she concentrates on the creature which is eating Guardsmen and it leaps off the earth and in a second is under Aeris and Azezal. She slows their descent with her power landing on the creature and using her strength to hold Azezal in the air as she waits for him to climb up.
On the ground below Khorne and Nurgle appear near Mark weapons ready, "Lord Azezal wants to speak with you. He will see you your choice whether you come in pieces or all together..."
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 31, 2011 13:14:49 GMT
Mort takes the orb from inside his robes- the orb of tzeentch. 'Mother... I want bto help you. But why did you fall so far into darkness.' Then mort understood. He vowed to save him. He spread his wings of fire and put the orb away again. Then he flew overhead and snatched up Mark, Leon and all the others in his arms, growing extra where necessary. He dodged the attacks that came at him, and flew through a portal. before Any of the Iron Warriors could attack him, he said to mark 'Father! Its me!' then he broke into reality and set the warriors down. then he turned to Aeris. 'Mother! How did it come to this! What happened to you? You've gone down a path i cannot folllow. Come back! Leave this destruction Behind.' He extended a hand, the other drawing his silver knife shoould anyone try to attack him. 'Please Mother... Please. No one should question the gods. Its not right. I hate them as much as you, but overthowing them... Its just total madness. And that will just feed the one god you are yet to conquer. Come back to the light!'
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Post by mina on Mar 31, 2011 14:44:58 GMT
Aeris's face darkens her lips pull into a thin line of pain and her eyes seems to deepen in color to a deep maroon as her lashes blink. Her fist clenches and Azezal can feel her hand squeezing his painfully. The air around them seems to thicken and smell like blood making it harder to breathe. The wind speed blows harder and her dark hair whips about the blades glittering through becoming more obvious.
"You want me to leave destruction behind...? You can never leave destruction behind. It follows at every person's heels." She smiles her sharp white teeth glittering. "Some people are the hunted some are the hunter. The war rages around them and she chuckles, "How did I become the Mistress of Blades. It is obvious." she snarls at him, "I was the hunted for my entire life. It is so easy to talk of the light and of good and evil when you never had to suffer."
she points a finger at Mark, "It is easy to hate those you once loved never thinking of them." she smiles a sickly sweet smile, "Did any of you have to spend 50 years of your life serving Khorne." she smiles, "Let me re-state that... Did any of you spend 50 years of your life getting beaten and raped by a God. Did you murder and slaughter people you cared for.. No you didn't. I did I did for all of you.. and there was no light in that world. It was unending." Her face sets in the same rage filled expression, "Did you all have to live everyday knowing you would never hold the man you loved in your arms unless it was Khorne torturing you." she shakes her head no and folds her arms.
"And I fought him believe me how I fought. I spent more nights then you can count bleeding on the floor of his study because I had disobeyed him when it came to one of you." she laughs at them, "There is soo much more than this. I have only touched the surface of my pain." she shakes her head, "Don't lecture me on anything Ever. You cannot imagine none of you." And finally a tear rolls down her face a single drop the hits the ground never to be seen by anyone again, "And the thanks I get from those I once loved. You all hate me. You all try to kill me... You get inquisitors because you cannot do it yourself and you torture me." she shakes her head at them and laughs brushing the tear away she turns to Azezal, "They will not join. Our purpose on this world is finished let Khorne and Nurgle finish this..."
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 31, 2011 14:52:29 GMT
Mort was crying, only a little, but it was there. 'Do you not remeber how you came to be my mother? I escaped the hands of Tzeentch, because i suffered at them! i was tortured, brought in and out of madness! because of what i was, i was madde to hatwe myself. You know what pains you suffered at the blood gods hands mother. Can you not see how my path has been the same? But do you know what i remember, more than anything mother? What memory stick out of my mind more than anything?' Mort blinked back a few tears.
'I remember dying for you.'
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Post by mina on Mar 31, 2011 15:02:44 GMT
She turns her back on them all and as the wind brushes her hair aside they can see the markings of khorne branded into her back and neck clear signs of a small amount of pain she has been through. Her shoulders even seem contained, "Mort I know your pain I am sorry to say I saw it. Khorne was not kind and he made me watch some of it." she shakes her head , "It was nothing. Sorry the God of Lies will never stand up in ability to torture as the God of Blood and Skulls. There is no pity in me for you." she shakes her head and it is clear no emotion can touch her anymore, "I am sorry that you have chosen another path. Thank you for all that you ever did for me. Know that is has been re-payed a thousand times over by my own suffering. But I have the chance to rule by the side of a man I can truly respect and I can change the cosmos. I will not pass that up not for anyone will I pass that up..."
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Post by carnofex on Mar 31, 2011 15:52:11 GMT
marks armor began to change into a old ancient armor of the blood prophet. ghost could be seen around him as his aura shifted. one had the spear azazel now holds. "well that is your choice." he said, years of hate killing and death were in his voice. he held his Axe tight as a blood cape fazed on him. the Axe dripped a blood that burned the skin that ate through armor and flesh. "now then lets start!" he stated pushing aeris away running twored azazel bringing the axe back and brought it fast in a slash tworeds azazel. azazel who saw this coming blocked it but did not see the blood fly at him as a burning sensation on his hand, backing off trying to rip the glove of his off. "whats wrong azazel this is your power now fear the wrath of mankind!" mark shouted as every iron monger charged to fight
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 31, 2011 16:22:55 GMT
Mort watched the iron warriors charge, tears flooding from him. 'mother... my pain was nothing was it? then consider this. i wasn't physically tortured by tzeentch. But i was tortured mentally, my mind being broken to pieices. I am the last nof my kind, which hurt my soul. And Dying for you, that broke my soul more. But what truly breaks me, heart and soul is the thing you have become, what you plan to do with him!' he points at azazel. 'Khorne made you hardened and cruel. He cut you off from me. And Azazel... he made you a monster. Now i'm going away from here, to the dying ruin i call home. And if i must, i will cry for eternity. I will weep untill i drown, untill my world has flooded in my sorrow. Maybe then you will know what pain you cause me now.' Mort turned away from the battle, even as Nkarn came up behind Azazel, readying a strike.
'Goodbye mother...' Mort said. 'Maybe oneday you'll realise how badly you've hurt me. Maybe youll finally regret. but i'll tell you now, you've killed me. and none shall see my death or what i die alongside untill every world ends, forever.'
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Post by mina on Mar 31, 2011 17:14:45 GMT
Aeris's voice comes out cold and hard like the steel she wields and wears, "When This day is won I will come to you and I will ask you to come with me once more. You will say no I can already see it but I will ask none the less." Then Mark shoves her aside and she snarls her hands motioning wildly as she slits her hand and flings the blood drops in front of the mongers and Nkarn. She smiles her lips whispering the last words to the most deadly of her powers.
It all happens quickly as the blood drops mold and move until each small drop has become a copy of Aeris herself. Each stands as hard with the same cruel line across their lips. The same sharp teeth and the same sharp blades are on them as the mongers charge each meet her which is real is suddenly the question or has it always been. Their blades raise in the air in a salute and then they charge forward to meet the monger easily holding them off through superior skill and ability.
Aeris herself the real one turns to Nkarn her eyes are unforgiving as she strides towards him her blade drawn but instead she reaches out with her mind and he feels himself frozen in place as she swings her blades at his throat.
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Post by Esiphas on Mar 31, 2011 18:21:17 GMT
Nkarn is shocked, frozen instantly, but he isn't alone. A spit second before any sound is heard, Aeris feels a ridiculous amount of pain in her right shoulder, before a white contail appears and a huge boom resonate tnrough the air. a part man, part machine hulk steps from the smoke, crushing a blood-aeris underneath its feet. A huge sniper rifle, smoking, is mounted on his left arm. the machine gun on the other arm scythes through daemons and cultists alike. A skull masked warrior sprints like lightning from behind the half-dreadnought, slashing aeris's arm with a serrated knife and grabbing nkarn under one arm. 4 gas canisters hurtle through the air, releasing a violent mix of gases- some warriors go ballistic, attacking anything and everything that gets thier way. Psykers start coughing blood, crying it out and bleeding from thier noses and ears, cultists guns and armour begins to bubble and boil. a foul but colourless gas reaches aeris's nose- and is promptly ignited, causing a huge fireball as a meltagun round smashes into Azazel. A machine rifle can be hard seconds later, as can the sounds of dying cultist and screeching Daemons.
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