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Post by mina on Apr 24, 2011 19:10:12 GMT
Aeris smiles at him her eyes meeting his as she moves into his touch her lips finding his easily, “I guess our armies can handle them for awhile.” She chuckles lightly as he bites her lip and she rolls over on top of him, “I win.” She says in a baiting tone as if daring him to try and wrestle her down.
Cultists swarm at Z-Aul as he nears Azezal’s quarters. He shoves them aside easily, “I said move.” His voice booms as he knees another man in the gut leaving a trail of cloaks behind him. Finally reaching what he assumes is Azezal’s door he looks at the two daemons stationed outside. They glare at him, “You must think you’re pretty lucky. Now scram.” He folds his arms taking a defiant pose, “Tell your Lord and Master I will speak with him. Or You can step out of my way and I will walk in there.” The two daemons laugh at him mentally contacting Azezal, “Half Breed wants your time.” Shall we let him in?”
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 24, 2011 20:55:19 GMT
"This will have to wait my dear." Azazel said looking into Aeris deep red eyes. He stood and dressed quickly, he carried Aeris to her dressing room and closing the door.
'Let him in...' He says to the daemons.
As Z-Aul enters the room Azazel smiles, "What is it now Z-Aul? I said for you to rest and prepare for war."
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Post by mina on Apr 24, 2011 21:37:01 GMT
Z-Aul bows although his eyes glitter. It doesn't take much of a detective to see what Z-Aul does, Despite how dressed Azezal is the lack of Aeris and how disgruntled Azezal looks says it all,"You promised me power not a place to take a nap." he grins lightly, "And unfortunetly as I have yet to take my beloved back I can't even have a calm evening with her like you clearly were about to." The daemons take a threatning step towards him not at all pleased with his suggestive tone.
Aeris for her part strides out of the dressing room now clad in some lovely black gown that like all her clothing seems to toy with the observers eyes revealing just enough to spark the imagination. She folds her arms sitting clearly aware of the conversation because her cheeks have a rare blush to them, "I see you took your time joining Z-Aul."
She nods and he smiles pertly taking her hand and running his lips along the tips of her fingers "Been a long time, I see you have come up in the world since we last... met." she grins waving him off, "I was blessed by good fortune when I met Azezal." she smiles her eyes dancing, "Still looking for power I suppose." he is taken off guard by her dissmisal of him and he glares slightly not certain why he feels so annoyed suudenly.
He steps back nodding, "Indeed. I hoped you might help me even the odds with a certain shadow controller." Aeris grins folding one long leg over the other her fingers touching her lips, "Haven't found the right Daemoness to (please do not swear) yet Z-Aul?" his eyes snap at her as he grins giving her a threatning look, "No. I suppose none could ever measure up to y..." she cuts him off by flicking a blade produced from her hair at him which causes him to dodge away, "And you still haven't learned to control that tongue either." she smiles maliciously, "Why don't you go down to the armory and pick out something fun to wear." he glares at her , "I'll something fun to wear you.." he says drawing out a blade and moving towards her. She stands grinning prepared to fight him.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 24, 2011 21:42:23 GMT
"A shadow controller? What is them name of this warrior?" Azazel said intrigued. His men had returned saying the blind one named Seer had a similar power but he was gone now.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 24, 2011 22:25:58 GMT
Jack emerges like a ghost from the floor, His scythe blade at Z-auls neck. 'You shall not touch her. Not my... well i guess she's the closest thing i have to a mother. Azazel would be my father too.' Jacks eyes flicker for a moment, but only to aeris. they momentarilly change to look like Morts eyes. 'Touch her and i'll rip you apart. I havent seen the garden yet.'
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 24, 2011 22:41:32 GMT
"Jack...don't touch him. I know you care about Aeris and he will be wise not to threaten her. If he should...well i'll let you take him as a new toy...son." Azazel says smiling at the boy. He has fire in his veins and it is wise to keep him happy.
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 24, 2011 23:24:43 GMT
Jacks Scythe fades into his body. 'Alright. You dont have to call me Son, not if you don't want to. I dont blame you. I just want a family. Mine were taken away from me.' his hair, which has grown long in days gone by , stiifens and his eyes grow dark. 'Something is... Somethings coming. It's ready to kill. And it's right outside our gates.'
The 'gates' to Azazels realm came crashing apart as Nkarns battleship, 'Acendant Judgement', thunders through them. It lands on the ground, psy-bolters blazing death at the deamons in the courtyards. A few heavy cannons blow the front doors wide open with psychic blaster rounds. Nkarn jumps from the exit bay, followed by Harry and Caith, and then his retinue. Nkarns powerful voice, amplifed through the ship, echoes everywhere. 'Azazel! This is the last of those against you. You may outnumber us, but we outmatch you. You can surrender, or we will slaughter you in force. What is your answer?'
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 24, 2011 23:31:29 GMT
Azazel walks to the balcony that faces the gates and speaks, his voice amplified ten times the norm "Well well well, what have we here? Nkarn and his band of merry heretics! You are no match for me!" He laughs as his daemonic arm grows and flexes on its own. "Kill them my brother..." He says as a giant daemon jumps from his arm holding a large ax.
"Jack please tell the cultist to prepare for a summoning. I want An'groth to have some fun." He says whipping up his arm and watching all four of the ex-gods appear in human form. "Rid me of these pest!"
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 24, 2011 23:37:25 GMT
Nkarn looks to the Daemon charging at him. 'Corvus. Open fire. Kixitio, psybleed gas rounds into the building go.' Corvus's AMR roared, blowing the Great Daemons hand apart, forcing it to drop the axe. A large Clunk followed, before the gun spoke again, blowing the daemons shoulder to peices. its monstrous arm falls to the floow. Kixitio fires 4 cansters of psybled gas into the buliding. All the spykers insode immediatley start cough blood, fluids leaking rom their ears and blood tears being cried. Several cultists die, more become unconcious. Jack sinks into the floor to avoid the gas weapon, before sending the remaining cultst below to prepare the summoning gates.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Apr 24, 2011 23:41:41 GMT
Beezle looked at Corvus a malicious grin spread across its face as its arms grew back and it laughed deeply.
Azazel had grabbed the spear and orbs charging down the steps with Aeris, who had adorned her normal battle armor and blades. "This time Nkarn will fall!"
Ty stepped into the room where Z-Aul now stood alone. His shadow stepped had grown to a miraculous length as he drew the new double blade from his back. "Are you ready to pay for your sins?"
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Post by Esiphas on Apr 24, 2011 23:51:30 GMT
Jack joined Azazel, emerging from the gates. Banshee's army of custom daemons lay dead, killed by Kixitios psy-bleed gas. Banshee follwoed up with Azazel, screaming in fury. Jack spotted solara from the other side of the battlefeild. 'Sol... Sol... Solara?' he muttered, stunned.
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Post by Frontier Guide on Apr 25, 2011 0:04:18 GMT
"Very well i will meet you in the docks" He said as he fired the crafts engines and moved it towards the docks.
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Post by mina on Apr 25, 2011 2:01:20 GMT
Aeris stands on the balcony besides Azezal. Her long chocolate locks glitter with a deadly promise of steel. Lines curl around her body suggesting her battle lust and power at the same time. She lifts the heart given to her by Jack high in the air channeling her control of blood through it as The fortress sends waves of boiling blood at those below which slosh and curl into legions of berserkers and fighters of every type. She stands high next to Lord Azezal her eyes bright with blood lust, “For Azezal! Lord of the Warp.” The warriors echo the cry as the meet Nkarn’s forces with jubilation.
All of the four controlled gods charge forward towards Nkarn laughing and each shouting their battle cry loud so that the noise echoes across the illusionary land of the warp. Daemons rise up besides Beezelbub and Banshee prepared to fight.
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Z-Aul turns drawing his own weapon from his back as he looks at Ty, “They send you to judge me.” His eyes gleam as a hunting cat’s do, “You are no better than me.” He circles Ty easily not worried, “But worse, you lie to the woman you love.” He can see Ty’s rage grow at that statement. “You treat her as a child. Not able to handle your shadows?” he chuckles as the memory passes across Ty’s face, “Couldn’t stand to see your pristine doll soiled by the darkness. When it touched her and she embraced it you took it away.”He grins as he strikes out with a throwing blade only to have Ty dodge it, “But you couldn’t let her remember the darkness so you erased it from her memory.” He grins visciously, “Some love huh. I can admit all my faults plainly to her. I can let her be as broken as me.” He spits on the ground, “I can even allow her to choose between us fairly.” His blue eyes snap at Ty as he throws another dagger at him not caring to have them hit, “But not you. You choose for her.”
As the two engage quickly parrying each other’s blows and leaping back Z-Aul grins, “Your walking talking doll is she. Do you enjoy her caress? Enjoy it when she says she loves you with all her heart?” he chuckles as shadows ripple around him with rage. Ty can hear Roxa and Seer trying to tell him to keep calm, “What if she said she hated you? What then? What if she tried to kill you? Would you let her? Or would you erase that too.” He grins blocking a jab by the shadows and throwing out more blades, “You don’t love her, you love the ideal.” He charges in this time throwing his all into fighting Ty.
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Solara looks at the men flowing towards them. She concentrates, but these men have no minds. In fact she cannot harm them at all. She tries crushing them but they only flow back together. She clenches her eyes shut searching for the source of the army. She looks at Aeris and nods suddenly, “She needs to be stopped!” she shouts at Flaron as though she already knows his intent. She then focuses on shielding those around her from the daemons attacks. The daemon of course! She quickly enters his mind looking for the point of control. She leaps and jumps around his mind sentries looking. He must be controllable.
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Post by carnofex on Apr 25, 2011 2:39:20 GMT
ooc: droping out of this. not like i was needed just cant keep up
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Post by Father Nurgle on Apr 25, 2011 3:05:02 GMT
Flaron sat inside of a Thunderhawk Transport, the dim light of the cabin did nothing to help the dreary feeling inside. Around his stood his Terminators. Donned in their ornate and extravagant tactical dreadnought armor. The White armor reflected plenty of the small light source in the thunderhawk, and the black trimming did all but take away that reflection. golden skulls and silver spikes with bleached skulls and high ranking helmets adorned over their shoulder pads. small cracks of energy resonated as lightning crackled across the powerfists can chainfist of his commanding terminators. His most leading terminator held a long barreled reaper auto cannon, and a chainfist dangling in the other arm. The other 4 terminators only had a powerfist to their name and a combi- weapon. Lesser in the group of the champions. Flaron glared at them all knowingly through his visor. he had fought beside each and every one of these terminators and had earned their trust over the gods. Now it was time for just one last fight...
"i shall go in first... await for my signal, i will draw in the key and you clear the palace of any servants..." Flaron got nods of approval and he nodded back. "the gods don't have to grant you ascension brothers. Champion Vilon, Champion Gillian, Champion Kiate, Champion Horn, and Champion Jaroul; this day we make our mark, and perhaps even greater glory into daemonhood! Chaos looks upon us in favor!" Flaron drew his plasma pistol and powered up his powerfist, and in an instant teleported away into the warp.
seconds later he appeared in what he assumed to be the King Azazel's bedroom. It was very khornate and blood slicked, skulls were on every piece of furniture along with vials of blood. a golden bed with ruffled covers that were also bloodied showed of a drinking fest. Flaron closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of gunfire and destruction. With a peek he found the tracking light of Aeris' mind. " Lady Vaer... i have a gift for you in the room were enjoyed your most recent drink at..." Flaron Mind-spoke to Aeris, his powerfist palm resting on a bright green chainsword. Flaron activated a teleportation rune in his helmet. Before his his terminators flashed into existence. " Make your names known in the warp today brothers! clear out this wing of the palace, take the servants and daemons of this place by surprise for you look like an ally to them!" Flaron clenched his fist and waved his friends farewell.
Flaron crossed his arms and looked out the large window onto the battle field in the main courtyard. The high ground of this room gave him a great vantage point and safety as well. But he knew when Aeris was on approached and when those doors would open with her essence behind it, Flaron would be turned, facing his last chance...
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