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Post by Edzilla on May 8, 2012 20:03:38 GMT
"Find the king, sacrifice him." Unaviel said simply. Drawing his sword and moving quickly, holding it out to his side. He met with a plaguebearer, bringing his sword threw it, slicing it in 2. Before he could turn two another it's remains gripped to his sword ready to infect him. He sprayed shrunken point blank into it's guts, tearing it to shreds. Focusing power into his hands he slammed it ito a tide of nurglings, frying them all like a sea of lighting.
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Post by hivetyrant103110 on May 8, 2012 21:42:51 GMT
Mergul quickly hopped upon his bike and sped around the infected mass of bodies constantly blasting them with his star lance and dodging blows. "All I can play now is distraction." he thought to himself.Although deep down inside he felt like he had a deeper connection with this whole thing. That Tzeentch had some plan for him that was just untold.
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Post by Esiphas on May 8, 2012 23:39:06 GMT
Draelan Rushed again, Blade raised high, white Fire still ablaze. He felt suddenly alive, The Dance, The battle... All were one. One was all. The Plauguebeaers shuffled to the sslow beat of Nurgles chant. The he was upon them, Fire leaping all around as the nocious fumes and bloated flies set alight- Soon the air was thick with the smell of charred corpses. Draelan was surrounded, blade whirlin. Then, a Blade burst through his chest as a Plaugebearer landed a lucky shot. Still he fought on, A grim figure of black and white on a sea of green. More gell and were swept aside. More wpunds, More dead. But of Draeland blood, There was none. Then, with a cry of Pain, Another Plaugebearer stabbed Draelans geart and he fell to his knees.
"S..Sar...Sarina..." He breathed.
"Don't worry." He heard in his ear. He was sitting on a chair in a room. Across the room was another man, with no face but a gleaming smile. "You are my King Draelan. You are my Executioner. You are not lost so easily." Draelan felt a burning sensation, then he snapped his eyes open. He was not Draelan. He was The reaper now. Not a kong of the Jesters, but a King of the Dance. And a King of death. Realsing suddenly he was laughing, He embraced the joy and grew back his head. His armour was gone, but he didnt care. He was fire. Looking at his hands he was covered in White fire, which in turn flickered with other clours of the dawn. "I am Draelan... Reborn." He spoke the Truth, He knew.He was now Cegorach's king in body and Soul. "I am the Reaper of the Laughing God." And with that, a Scythe of White stell and fire appeared in his hands. He smiled.
And then, with an insane, yet deliberate laugh, He charged.
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Post by Yuno on May 9, 2012 2:20:34 GMT
As Draelan tore through the last of the Nurgle daemons and champions the lights seemed to explode with fireworks as a path of checkered tile appeared before him and Unaivel. Along the path lay the many bodies of jesters, jokers, and fools, and of course Harlequins. There hanging in mid air was a thick red curtain and before it was a throne made of perfect red, black, and white marble.
From above rose petals of the deepest black fell upon their heads gently as they looked to see slumped on the throne in her old Solitaire's uniform Sarina. She stared at them with dead eyes that did not pierce the soul as her old pink and green ones had. Next to her stood a living jester who giggled brightly at them, "Far you champions have come...to free the sleeping doll. But Tzeentch cannot have that no...Sir. He can't." Draelan expected Sarina to rise and giggle as if it were all a joke but then he noticed a circlet of multi colored light and bangles like them glowing ever so slightly. He saw the dead eyed stair and the slacked jaw that as he looked almost appeared like a face frozen mid scream. But time had removed the horror from it.
Then he heard a cackle and the golemn handed Sarina from before stepped into sight from behind the curtain. "You were bound to realize eventually...strange that the maze brought you all here so quickly." She shrugged grinning leaning over to Sarina and poking her harshly, "Yes still asleep..little (please do not swear) nearly ruined the Master's plans." she turned grinning, "Either way she does not concern you...It is time for you two to die...However to make this easier." Her hand began to glow as she reached and swept aside the doll like Sarina's hair "Pity she was ever so lovely." They watched the circlet and bangles begin to glow as Sarina's body shook slightly as a trickle of blood ran from her nose. "In case you cannot tell...she will be dead in a matter of minutes from an overload to her synaptic nerves...I suggest if you wish her to stay lost in lala land forever you fall on your blades."
The doll like Sarina for a moment seemed as if she had blinked but the moment was gone as fresh blood leaked from her eyes slowly.
Draelan for just a single moment thought he saw the doll Sarina blink. But then it was lost as
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Post by Esiphas on May 9, 2012 6:27:25 GMT
Draelan growled. "Cease this... Foul act, DKimg of Tzeentch.Your fight is with me, And Khornes king. Theres something Ive come to.understand. Despite everything, I get it now. I was told K could never love hdr. And I was told by My Lord Cegorach that He came Before all. I understand now. Cegorach does not require me to cease loving her. He only requires I do my Duty first. So, If tou kill her, sure, Ill spend my off hours of ever day, night and year mourning her loss, NBut I am the executioner. And Whilst I shall miss her, her loss will only make my job Of Executing you easier!" With that he raised his Feiry Scythe. "So Face me Daemon! Face death, and know your doom."
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Post by Edzilla on May 9, 2012 8:02:45 GMT
Unaviel laughed quietly, happily or manically, the other couldn't tell. "Your lost aren't you Tzeentch, lost in your own maze. I came here to die, so that she could released. Now I know I have succeeded. You can't kill her if you still own her soul, she would just reappear in this maze. If you will truly kill her then she will be free in the afterlife and she can die in peace." He ler the end of his sword lay on the ground."I am here to die." He said again this time louder. "We will win, you cannot stop us." He loaded his catapult, pulling back the bolt until it clicked into position. Then chanting whispers at a speed inaudible his body began to flow with electric current. It reached his sword and his catapult, he was nearly ready to begin.
The flow came up his neck, lighting up his face, weaving around his eyes until his whole body was imbued with power. He raised the sword holding it in a battle stance across his face.
Then he looked at Tzeentch, even though he was not in sight. He saw his wings of warp material, ever changing shape. He saw his thousand mouths constantly screaming. He saw his eyes blazing a thousand different colours. He returned the gaze, Unaviels turned to their other form. The lightning bolts of white glowing a light damaging to see.
He smiled, crazily, and said,"I have a page from her book ready to bring all of us to your inner sanctum. We will die, but we will rear you to pieces in the process." He offered no alternative, no compromise. The page was in his hands, he was ready to end this.
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Post by Yuno on May 9, 2012 13:49:49 GMT
Tzeentch cackeld at Unaivel, "That spell you hold requires blood, and even then there is no guarntee it will work. Sarina practice for ages on that spell before she could perform it with only a small chance of flaw.
The golemn Sarina lunged forward at Draelan as they clashed. She seemed less graceful, more clunky and unlike a Solitaire. Her ethereal blades whirled none the less as she attacked Draelan with spell and sword. It made little difference none the less. Without Sarina's Solitaire soul she was a lesser fighter and she knew it. Draelan easily slapped aside her attacks and withstood the spells.
(feel free to kill her)
The doll Sarina lay shaking ever so slightly coughing up a small amount of blood and struggling within her fake reality to escape.
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Post by Edzilla on May 9, 2012 15:29:51 GMT
"I'm in the warp now, the place where sorcery is strongest. I'm in your twisted maze. The pinnacle of magic. Of course I don't have to try that spell. I can always try one of my own."
He lept forward surging with impossible speed, from his palm extended a blade of pure energy, roughly 6 inches long. He was at the foot Sarinas throne, dodging all attacks thrown at him. He plunged the energy blade into her midriff. Staring directly at her eyes with his own he tried to force his way into her false reality prison.
(You decide If he makes it in)
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Post by Yuno on May 9, 2012 16:16:42 GMT
He watched Sarina's body jolt with the force of his blade and then he felt a strange falling feeling as he opened his eyes to see a land very much like the one he had just come from. Sarina however was not an inactive doll but an active one. She was slapping aside lively jesters and fools telling them to shut up. "This isn't real. Someone let me out of here...I can feel my body seizing up. He's trying to kill me." all around her laughter echoed and then she saw Unaivel and she pushed through the wild mess of laughing flesh to him,"Unaivel oh god please tell me you are real!" she overjoyed as she saw him,"This is all fake...how do I get out? Im dying I can feel it."
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Post by Edzilla on May 9, 2012 20:59:00 GMT
"I am real, right now our conscious is in unison, Im just glad you turned out to be a mild psycher. I am only here to.." he stopped taking in the madness that surrounded them."Im here only to give you a path, you must rush Tzeentch with our own psychic power, as hard as it is." he grabbed her hand and began to initiate a connection between the three, 2 immortals and one mortal. "the veil is far to real around us now, we have to penetrate to the real immaterium. Then we run. Any kind of power you have must be brought to bare, Im about to discover the extent of mine." he seemed fine but he was scared, the chance of success was close to zero.
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Post by Esiphas on May 9, 2012 22:15:54 GMT
Draelan batted Sarina's latest attack aside, laughing again. ''Is this a Joke? Sarina was better than that. She Is better than that. You truly are just a dol, arent you. And your strings are twisted. So, let seh what happens when they are cut!'' He dashed forwards, and dissapeared in abalxe of fire. It took Golem Sarina several seconds to realise he was behind her, arms poised and legs crouched, in the finsihing position of a dance. ''The dance of Execution.'' He said, not looking at ehr. Then she felt searing pain in her arm. looking at it, it was burning away fom various wounds. Pain croped up all ocver her body, and she saw blade injuries opening up and setting alight- Draelans speed and power simply made it look liek a quick movement. In reality, he had finsihed her. Then she screamed, a witchlike sound, and set ablaze, burning away with blood-curdling screams. Draelan stood impassively whilst she died.
''It is done.''
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Post by Yuno on May 10, 2012 19:41:10 GMT
Sarina nodded at Unaivel and began to focus chanting. She stood still as she tried to pierce through the illusion. But she could feel it, something that had allowed the magic and psychic before was gone. She felt her spirit being shattered slowly. Then Draelan finished the fake Sarina..a bright blue and pink light left her and stabbed into the wound at the real Sarina's abdomen.
In the fake reality Sarina suddenly remembered the words and felt the magic. She focused harder suddenly as the world around her began to shatter and destroy itself. With a explosion of pain she opened her eyes gagging and pulled away the bangles and circlet clutching her open stomach. She managed to gurgle out what sounded like thank you.
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Post by Esiphas on May 10, 2012 20:31:25 GMT
Draelans Fire went lut. He was now just a Eldar, for the most part. His eyes had changed, One vsing a Deep blood red and the other being Feiry Orange. He was more muscular than befire, And he now wore no shirt, just his undertrousers. Anhis hair was now longer and raven blacj. "Sarina, is that you? Are you alright?" Without waiting for an answer he hugged her, not gently, but gentle enough to keep her unhurt.
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Post by Edzilla on May 10, 2012 21:14:51 GMT
Unaviel, ripped of any seal that had been in place before. The two beams of Sarina and Unaviel shot up wards twisted like a vortex, cracking and destroying the reality. He was in great pain he shared Sarinas conscious and so shared her death, but they broke free.
In reality he was on his knees, exhausted. Every last piece of his psychic might had been put into it and if he hadn't been in the warp his power would have drained to zero. Death
He looked over at the transformed Draelan and the real Sarina, his owns eyes were green again but he could still see a tiny arc of lightning coming off Sarinas kiss. She had some of his power.
Draelans eyes were truly mesmerising. The orange looked as if it gave him vision beyond compare while the blood red seemed to watch Unaviel's soul.
He mustered the strength to stand and his smaller blade of energy dissappered as did Sarinas wound. He looked to the three others ,"We must return, pray you know the way out of here."
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Post by Yuno on May 11, 2012 15:59:58 GMT
Sarina was still shaking despite the healing to her stomach. Her body tingled all over and she didn't like it. Even in Draelan's arms she felt weak..vulnerable. She managed to lift a shaking hand and point to the left, "Thee xit iss thaat waay.." she said her tongue stumbling over the words and running them together. She moved to stand managing to take one step before plummeting to the ground with a thwack failing to catch herself. Her legs felt weak. And all of a sudden she felt sleepy. Her ears were starting to ring and her body was flashing hot and cold. She opened her eyes to see everything swimming across her vision in a blur. She closed her eyes covering her ears and whimpered slightly.
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