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Post by Edzilla on Jan 15, 2012 4:14:32 GMT
Unaviel stood in the now scorched ground from where the wraithseer had made his tornado.The imperial guard had retreate dafter witnessing the power of the wraithseer. Draelan, mergul Unaviel and the wraithseer , discussed the next move.
" We cannot continue fighting the imperial guard like this, in a war of attrition they excel like no other, so instead we must cut off the command."
He turned staring at the traumatised sergeant. "Im not sure if you saw what happening back their monkeigh but if i was to sum it up in a sentence , your brethren died by me sending lightning down their nervous systems. Imagine a hit from a bolt of lightning, now times that by 10 and that is the sort of pain i can put u through"
The guardsman immediately spat out the information. "Colonnel Sandersssss, 5 clicks from here, please save me from that thing" staring in fear at the solataire.
"Well then, looks like it my personal favourite.... assassination"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jan 15, 2012 7:09:51 GMT
What the Solitair saw was nightmares, Ellaro cringed beneath his helmet at seeing the visions even in his waking hours. The two were standing back to back daemons surrounding them darkness following closely behind them. They had weapons drawn as the sky crackled with pink lightning, warriors from every faction lay on the ground writhing in pain...or was it pleasure. Another memory flashed one showing only the Solitair atop the same hill but held in the clutches of a large daemon prince.
"This is what happens if I leave and do not help you. I do not wish this to come true."
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Post by Yuno on Jan 15, 2012 7:38:14 GMT
The emotion he felt from her was strange. It had taken only moments for her to remove the mask on her face as he stood behind her and his left hand curled over her temple and the other gripped her shoulder. She watched the scene unfold before her and he could feel her breathing quicken at the sight of the prince. It was strange to feel her heart beat against his palm. For the first time his dream seemed to reform as if a new voice was telling the story.
He watched eldar emerge around them. From all sides of the spectrum. The harlequinns seemed to comprise the grey area somehow. He watched them come between both warring sides. He saw Sarina start as what appeared to be some avatar of the lord of laughter appeared giggling as always. He danced forward as the daemon prince of Slaanesh did too. The daemon seemed to shift taking on the form of a handsome eldar male. Each offered their hand to Sarina. He watched her glance between the two as the eldar armies of dark and light clashed with true fury.
In her indecision they both took hold of her hands and tore her in half. The two halves seemed to reform. One into a chaotic laughing woman who seemed almost as destructive and wild as the many colors of her hair. The other a cold calculating beauty who seemed as perfect as the blades she held. The two seemed to step forward into combat. As the world fell apart around them.
He felt Sarina's breathe slow with a start against his hands. "Enough...I have seen all I desire to."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jan 15, 2012 15:14:14 GMT
"So what now? In the end of all this I give my life to save yours or at least that was the original vision." Ellaro says removing his helmet and allowing his hair to fall across his face and shoulders.
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Post by Esiphas on Jan 16, 2012 0:07:58 GMT
Draelan, As he finished decapitating his last target, noticed Sarina Guesturing to him. There was a Prisoner in her hands, a frigghtened human man. Guessing Sarinas intent, he ran a finger along his Neck for the man to see, and guestured at him. Evidently he got the message, as he became paniced.
Shortly afterwards, the fight over, Draelan walked to Sarina and Ellaro. Catching the last few lines of thier dialogue, he simply stated "Your going to Die Ellaro. Even if you dont Die for her, Youll die. Surely even you know that those who cross Solitaires invite terrible damnation? Yet you blatantly opposed her and kept her from the trivial loss of our men to further hasten the wars end. Or beginning, however you feel." Draelan removes his helmet. Were his eyes not blank, he would probably have Pity and fear in them. "What foolish thought led you to the conclosion stopping a Solitaires path?"
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Post by Yuno on Jan 16, 2012 5:25:48 GMT
Sarina stood quietly. One of the best and worst parts of being who she was at this moment was crippling her. She stood silent her eyes closed as her mind raced through the two sequences of events. It was a flood of details that she always longed for. It was details like this that mortals caught up in their petty souls could not begin to enjoy. This was in effect just another thing that separated her from the two men and everyone else around her. She was quiet as Draelan spoke and suddenly her eyes opened up. “The dance the two versions of me do..it’s the same dance that all the other Harlequinns are doing.” She ran her mind over the dance again her body beginning to flow into the memorized steps. She knew this dance. It wasn’t done much because the Harlequinns did not like to recount the event. Almost as brutal and feared as the Fall of the Eldar this event specifically bothered them.
She stopped mid step, “It’s the Dance of Deceiver…they are all doing that dance…” she turned to eye Ellaro as other factors stepped into mind, “Young Eldar I don’t think you were sent here to protect me..you are simply delivering a very important message… “ she grinned suddenly as if all weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “We should return...the Harlequinns arrive tomorrow…” she turned to look at Elllaro, “I am sorry to say..Draelan is right..you are damned…”
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jan 16, 2012 15:17:56 GMT
"Draelen, do you know the path of a Shadow Spectre?" Ellaro asked in the most calm voice he could. "We are Rangers trained in the art of long range weapons, Scorpions trained in the art of stealth, Hawks using wings we descend upon our prey for the kill, then we are Seers given the power by our Exarch but our visions are only those of death. Our own deaths mainly and I've known since the third day as a Spectre I would die because I would protect this girl! The Harrlequins will not come, this planet is surrounded by Slaanesh and we are all doomed!"
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Post by Edzilla on Jan 16, 2012 16:59:40 GMT
"Well then, we are all finally on the same page around." Unaviel said shattering the air of tension the spectre had created. " the visions that the spectre has seen , that the wraithseer has seen, that I have seen are the impending future, destiny. However only the weak and feeble cave into to destiny. No one has to die. If slaanesh comes then let him come. We have the devastating fire power of the mon keigh, the ancient wraithseer, the unseen scorpions, the barbaric spear. Even the laughing god himself aids us. Destiny will fall to the might of the eldar!"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jan 16, 2012 23:52:14 GMT
"If we are to fight destiny than it is time to do the unthinkable. I will return in precisely 1 hour with something none have thought to use in over a thousand years, I have many friends outside our own race but first I ask you this Unaviel, are you against using those that obtain their power from dying and being reborn in the warp? A group of warriors so powerful that light bends to their will and they possess wings a thousand times more magnificent than a Swooping Hawks?" Ellaro smiled, had his skin been green you would've thought him an eldar mandrake as the grin spread across his face.
(Namine and Scar I know you both are thinking " is he thinking what I think he's thinking?!?!?" and the answer is yes. Edzilla I would like for you to allow me and the other two to bring in one of our warpcrossers but only if your ok with it)
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Post by Yuno on Jan 17, 2012 3:30:47 GMT
Sarina had turned at the suggestion and she grinned, "None of you get it...these visions he and I had..they are not visions of the future....she grinned at them all and strode forward, "Remember when I tossed that coin earlier...you all might have wondered why I laughed." she grinned flicking the coin into the air and catching it deftly, "I chuckled because this coin was never left to chance." she smiled lightly, "Because as I tossed it, I had already decided in the past what would come up in the future." she smiled holding the coin and showing them the laughing side, "Im going to flip it...and each time it will land on this side." she sent it up several times each time it coming up on the laughing side. "Now you might think the coin is fated to land on this side..but really...I am the master of this coin's destiney."
She grinned at them, "These dreams..they aren't visions of the future where we've seen what the coin will be..." she grins, "Those dreams are us each showing our predecision towards what the future will hold." she turned looking at Ellaro, "For example, as he has seen the coin..he will die..and so long as he pre-believes that...it will be true..." she grinned at them and turned to Draelan.
"Your eyes are changing yes..preparing to be a Harlequinn true?" she kept going, "The reason I suggested you for the position of a Harlequinn is not because you are actually as quick as anyone or particularly more brillant." she smiled and her hands fiddled with the coin, "But because deep down inside..you understand that something can be made true just by pre-believing it will be true. And that..is truly..how chance and humor works" she placed the coin away.
"I also doubt Neji will allow his people to get involved in out woes. It is strictly against his ways to disrupt the balance of power between chaos and order." she grinned at them all, "Now if you will excuse me..I need to stretch some."
It took her about 15 minutes at a dead sprint to reach the Eldar camp. They had set up deep within the jungle. The moment she came into view people spread apart away from her. She had to order a commander to give her a place befitting her status to dwell in. The man had not been happy that she was staying at all. She stood perfectly still until a tent had been arranged. She stepped inside pleased to find it was a lavish room with a couch for sleeping and a place to store weapons. She smiled knowing it was the best that could be provided.
She sat removing her weapons and storing them on the rack. She stripped away her flamboyant clothing and pulled on the clothing she used for exercise. She began to stretch rigoursly as she grabbed her foot lifting it perfectly against her neck. She grinned enjoying the perfect control of her body that she had slaved for. This was her only time she gathered true pleasure from.
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Post by Edzilla on Jan 17, 2012 9:10:25 GMT
"I know not of these warriors but we wll most likely enjoy their company, so make haste."
He turned to Draelan and Mergul."We have scarcely a hour to get the imperial guard under our control, such stubborn men will fire at us and daemons indiscrimantly so we must shatter their command, men fear daemons the most and will inore us if no order is given. The coward said it was 5 clicks from here so shatter the command, withdraw back. To the back. Now move."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jan 17, 2012 11:32:12 GMT
The moment the words escaped the Exarchs lips, Ellaro was gone. He staked out a nice area to perform the calling and pulled out an object wrapped in cloth, it was a crystal the color of mountain top snow, a purest white, but a dark black shadow seemed to swirl inside. Ellaro held the crystal close and spoke to it before tossing it into the clearing. And he waited, minutes passed in silence he feared Neji had stopped them, until the crystal shot up about five feet in the air and a portal began to materialize. A smile spread across Ellaro's face as a tall black haired man draped in fabric that seemed to move in its own life stepped out.
"Hello El, long time no see." Varlin said, he smiled at the eldar and turned to the portal would the others ignore Neji's word as well? He did not know and so they waited.
(Meet Varlin Tyranius Roxa, 4th generation Shadow Warrior and the only one who hasn't gone completely berserk and tried to fight the universe!)
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Post by hivetyrant103110 on Jan 17, 2012 14:30:02 GMT
Mergul heard the Exarch's orders and brought he bike by. He told Draelan he would provide a distraction while the Scorpion could cut down all the officers. Soon enough the Shining Spears arrived at the Imperial Camp. He glanced back and forth surveying the situation. Their where men on watch yet most of them asleep. Mergul could barely see the heavy bolter emplacements that were fed by a far off generator. That was to be his target. He sped around the camp remaining silent. Once he was in position in activated his turbo boost and flew over the trench directly to ward the generators. All while he did the other Shining Spears were disableing the watch men so no alarm was to be sounded. Mergul shot his star lance directly for the control panel throwing the whole camp into disarray as lights died and bolters stopped working. Mergul was gone before any Guardsman arrived to repair the generator. Now he must wait and hope the scorpion will finish the job.
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Post by Esiphas on Jan 17, 2012 15:19:37 GMT
Draelan nodded to Unaveil, and Dissapeared. He appeared moments later in the centre of teh Lord Commisar's tent, and in seconds all 5 officers and the Commisar Himself had their eyes- and weapons- focused on him. ''Now this is a friendly welcome isn't it Gentlemen.'' HE said, keeping things civil. The Commisar Snorted. ''Fire!'' he barked. 6 hellpistols spoke as one. 1 scream sounded. 6 loud thumps echoed around the command tent. Draelan Stepped from the shadow of teh Wounded Lord Commisar. ''Now now, temper temper'' he mocked. The commisar spat blood. He was lucky to have survived that- the other 5 officers had all shot each-other. Most had gaping holes in thier foreheads where teh hellpsitols had been fired. Draelan ritualisticly placed his hands on the Commisars Shoulders. The commisar, his neck bleeding heavily, couldn't turn to look at the Scorpion. He felt the hands twist, then there was...
Oblivion.
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From behind Varlin, a very old Warpcrosser appeared. He was almost clean shaven, but badly so- his face was marked with nicks from a poorly used Razor, and there was silver stubble still there. His hair was greasy, stuck togteher in long strands- he evidently hadn't bothered washing in a few months, or cutting it in years, as it now reached his knees. Unlike the rest of the warpcrossers, he had no formal dress, instead wearing a white vest and tracksuit bottoms, and a dirty brown trench coat. hsi sleeves were hanging empty at its sides, and underneath the coat , on arm could be seen, dragging a plain Katana across the floor by the hilt. He was rather muscular, scars showing on his arm- scars that would never fade. He had a Kindly face, yet one that had known horror. His eyes were grey, and he stood with a slight slump. ''Varlin...'' Said the Warpcrosser. ''Are you going to Introduce me to your Friend?'' Jack stretched out a hand, guesturing to Ellaro. ''Or do i Do it myself?''
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Post by Edzilla on Jan 17, 2012 17:05:07 GMT
So somewhere, in a Cytherian city, a sadistic ritual was being conducted. 5 men and women had already been sacrificed. As the cultists dagger was held to the throat of a young woman, she spat in her face. In anger she said "slaneesh has a special place for such and young unspoilt one as yourself" she brought the dagger down and in after a few seconds a whirring was heard and a portal began to form on the corpse of the women.
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