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Post by Edzilla on Oct 20, 2012 10:13:28 GMT
"Maybe Tyamius would like to take the front, I'm not able to erect force fields but I'm sure he can..." He looked straight down the passage, then closing his eyes. There wasn't much emotion, if there was anyone in there they obviously were well trained against telepaths.
He moved back over to Eurosyphyne trying to catch her eye, when he finally did it was clear that he had something to say ,"what do you mean 'tasked to protect me' who would have asked that of you?" He didn't turn away, apparently very interested in her answer.
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 20, 2012 15:41:22 GMT
OOC: Sorry for not posting, I am afraid I have been busy. Anybody notice that whenever teachers see that you do not have any exams they feel like giving you extra work?
IC: Cado walked silently up behind the group, not saying a word to anybody but nodding to Drachmir.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 20, 2012 17:00:22 GMT
"Last I checked I couldn't erect psychic barriers BUT I can do this." Tyamius said pulling the wall closed behind them cutting off any chance of people attacking from the rear, he then marked it with a Tzeentchian Eye to show the way back. "Should we run back just push the center of the eye." He said "I can pull those up if we get attacked from the front." He smiled, so happy to be of use! "The catacombs call....point the way my old friend..." he said in a low tone to Drachmir.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 20, 2012 20:55:11 GMT
Euphrosyne stood stiffly listening to the plans until Kara approached her. Then she glanced at him with her red eye the orange one still trained on Dracmir's plans, "....Tzeentch wishes you to thrive...one of his approached me while we were in that god forsaken city...A lesser daemon...." She shifted slightly raising her hand, "I'll bring up the front. If you give me a few darklight grenades it will be simple...." she returned her attention to Kara, "you are in good hands...or so the gods must think..."
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 21, 2012 12:36:04 GMT
Drachmir raised his hand to silence the group. "Keep it down. We aren't clear yet. There are multiple entrances all over the estate, Even I don't know where all of them are. Keep an eye out." He drew his pistol quietly, nodding to Xile as the Security officer took his place at the back. Kel stalked forwards, axes still looped through her belt, but she kept her hands on the handles. She caught Xiles eye once, before moving up the group.
A Short while later, the group came to an open-ish chamber, with several starewells on each side, in addition to the stairs leading downwards into the labrynth proper. Drachmir took a small key out of his pocket, and said "This should get us into the Labrynth. Once we're do-" He was cut off by a group of men, led by a balding man in rusting armour, carrying a huge two-handed chainsword. "Drachmir!" The man shouted. Drachmir just sighed. "Dreven. What brings you here?"
Dreven smiled menacingly, as several men- some armed with autoguns, others with melee weapons both real and improvise. most had blood runes daubed over them. "We know what you'r planning, city boy. And your bloods richer than most. We plan on takin that key of yours, an Headin on over to the city ourselves. As fer you lot, well you'll make a fine blood offering. Cairnum! Geddum!" He ducked back into cocver as a very heavily built man, easily 8 feet in height came out an opposing stairell. He carried a Rocket launcher like a rifle, and had a chainsaw attached to his back.
ooc- Don't kill Cairnum, the big guy, but feel free to rough him up a bit.
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 21, 2012 14:43:31 GMT
Xile ran forward dropping his las gun so that is hung from its strap around his shoulders. At the same time he pulled a knife out of his webbing and proceeded to cut his right palm with it. By the time he had done this, he had skidded to a halt in front of Drachmir in an attempt to shield him until they could get to cover. Then in one swift motion Xile brought his right hand from his left shoulder and flicked it to the right, sending a thin streak of brownish blood at the attackers. A few of them where hit by the thin line causing them to fall screaming to their knees, as their skin started to rot away from the bone. He made sure that the rot didn't dull the nerves at they where ripped apart.
As soon as the blood had hit its targets Xile had all ready shouldered his las gun, the knife now fixed into the bayonet slot, and had started to pepper the men with burst's of las fire, causing them to dive into cover. But it wasn't long before they started to return fire, one of them catching the skin of Xiles left thigh. But he ignored it, still blasting away giving the others time to react. As much as he disliked them he knew he couldn't do this alone. At least not while he had to protect Drachmir at the same...
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 21, 2012 15:40:47 GMT
Cado moved swiftly, drawing his long sword and cutting the nearest enemy in the arm with one swift move. As the blade cut the enemy's physical body Cado's mind managed to cut into the man's mind and sow seeds of great terror therein.
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Post by daboss on Oct 21, 2012 15:55:00 GMT
Kharax had easily cut down the guards at the outside of the estate. He was in a foul mood, and no guard was going to keep him from meeting this "Drachmir". Once he was inside, he realized how large the estate actually was. Following his intuition, he wandered the halls, trying to find out where he was. Suppressing his instincts, he hid form everyone who passed his way. While it would be fun, he could not be delayed by a fight.
Kharax heard the sound of gunfire to his left, and took off towards the fight. As he drew closer, piercing screams added to the din of the fighting. Kharax burst through the wooden door to a scene of carnage. Cultists were writhing on the ground as they rotted and decayed while they were still alive. A Nurgleite was trading volleys with more cultists. A large man, seemingly a giant, carried a rocket launcher like a autogun. Another cultist was wearing rusting armor and carried a massive two-handed chainsword. Looking between the two forces, Kharax debated on which side to charge. No one seemed to notice him standing there in the doorway, so he felt it was time to make himself known. Kharax revved his chainaxe, then rushed towards the group that was the largest, screaming his praise to Khorne.
Kharax sliced through the first cultist's chest, sending hot blood plashing on his armor. He slammed the barrel of his autopistol into another's chest and held down the trigger until it was empty while fighting off another with his chainaxe. Kharax knocked another unconscious by pistol-whipping him in the head. Suddenly, a searing pain hit him in the back of the leg. That blasted nurgleite hat shot him! "I'll get you next!" Kharax shouted, not caring if it was by accident or on purpose. However, he could not break free from the melee, and was stuck fighting, adrenaline dulling the pain of the las-wound.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 21, 2012 16:06:25 GMT
"Shi-" Tyamius said pulling up a partial wall for cover. He reached into his cloak pulling out a small book with a smile, as his eye's glowed blue he stood walking directly at the group, he opened the book as it began to transform into his spear. He touched the wall pushing a pillar into one of the Khornate Cultist causing him to be pinned to a wall, one prisoner.
As one cultist charged him he slashed with the spear slicing through him like hot knife through butter, mono-molecular weaponry was always fun to use against weakly armored wimps. He spotted the biggest of the group and realized how much use he could be, he touched the floor bouncing the large man around with pillars of rock until he created a cage. The damage was not bad maybe a few broken ribs, but the blood spilt was minimal.
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 22, 2012 8:58:30 GMT
Xile saw his chance as the Khornate cultist ran into the attackers, and after sending another volley in their direction he turned and pushed Drachmir into the cover of a corner in the passage a few feet to his left. Sure that his charge was safe for now he turned the corner and was met by a group of several cultists breaking away from the melee with the berserker. Xile squeezed off a couple of las shots from the hip, being rewarded with a yell and a curse as a las bolt hit the Khornate in the leg. But he had no time to worry about this as the group rushed him weapons raised.
Xile dropped his las gun again and raised his chin, exposing his neck to the group. Just as they where about to pounce on him Xile reached up to his throat with his knife, and drew a smile across it, sending a heavy spray of blood at his attackers. All of them got a face full and they quickly fell to the floor in pain, non of them being long for this world. As Xile put his chin down to his neck to give it time to start healing over, he saw the beserker pinned to a wall still yelling in his direction as his leg continued to bleed. Xile ran two fingers across his mask in the shape of the smile, while with the other hand gave the cultist a rather rude gesture. And with that he stepped into the cover of the corner, needing time for his throat to heal over and his blood to reform before he got into combat again, only sending a volley of fire round the corner every once in a while to make sure the cultists didn't gain too much ground.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 22, 2012 14:40:10 GMT
It was then that they all were given a chance to witness the true killing potential of a Wych Eldar. Mirabella came streaking past them having drawn her glaive. She thrust it into the ground using it as a lunging pole. She flew through the air twisting around some shots from the cultists and drawing blades as she landed on one's head slitting his throat with a viscious accuracy before rolling backwards, mid flip her feet met the throat of a cultist who was about to stab her and twisted his neck with a sickening crunch. She grinned as her eyes fell on Cairnum and she mockingly threw her hand up in a challenge. He answered it quickly charging at her. She grinned as spikes grew out over her gauntlets. She drew her lash with one hand and danced to the side as he swiped hopelessly at her. She spoke in her own language at him. While no one could understand what she was saying, it was clear she was mocking his feeble attempts to get close. As he swung for her head again she moved to the side grabbing his arm her other first beating into the side of his head ruthelessly leaving many angry cuts that burned him with agony. She moved behind him as he turned again. This time as he came for a pass she rolled under the swing and swung her lash at the same time ripping open his back with several cuts. She was toying with him, and he knew it...
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 22, 2012 17:18:37 GMT
"Cover your ears," Kara muttered, closing his eyes preparing some wordless incantation. This made him seem a target, 3 auto guns were pointed his way. Then his eyes opened, locked into those of the middle figure, a look of fear growing on his face as he stared back into those deep green pools, seeming to have a cold quality. For those who hadn't heard his warning the noise was devastating. Starting off at a low, quickly building to a low, featureless pitch. The note was hit, the target crashed to the floor, his mind torn to pieces by the psychic scream. The other two were also on the ground, alive but quivering like a dying beast. The others could finish them he had bigger plans.
"You try to embarrass him, give him the ultimate shame," Kara smiles, his eyes latching closed for a second. The others wondered what his goal was but then it became apparent. The eyes of Cairnum joined to his. The effect was different, a more neutral tone was heard. Cairnums eyes turned green and "he" swung round to face his men, the rocket launcher aimed steadily at them, he was oblivious to the constant lash of Eurosyphyne. A frag missile left the barrel, obliterating a cultist and showering the other with shrapnel, causing a spray of blood to paint the walls red. He then turned around and pulled out his chainsaw and looked to behead himself.
Then Kara lost grip on the mans mind an he surged forward angrily, ignoring the Wych and aiming for Kara, the one who'd made him kill a companion. Kara looked a little worried as Cairnum charged, a psychopath on the loose.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 22, 2012 18:37:03 GMT
The man's blade swung for Kara's head, and he flinched expecting it to collide. Instead he found Euphrosyne before him her glaive blocking the chainsaw's attack. He could see her teeth were gritted with the effort of holding him back. He watched her swing her leg up and around kicking the man backwards as she took up a more battle read position before Kara, "Back off Monkeigh...this boy is my charge..." the man charged again intent upon Kara. She moved to meet him sticking her glave in the ground to act as a pole and swinging up and around on it landing on his shoulders and forcing him face down into the ground. She put her spiked fist against his head, "Cease your assault...or I will end you before you serve a purpose..."
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 23, 2012 12:02:28 GMT
Xile stopped shooting mid volley. Something was wrong. He ducked back into cover and cocked his head and listened to the voices. They had changed their song, their melody going from a calm hum in the back of his head to a relentless screaming. He relaxed his mind allowing his mental barriers to drop and allowed the voices to engulf him. After a few seconds he realized what was wrong. They had changed their song. No longer did they simply say that "He must live" but instead had changed to "They must live.". Confused he glanced at Drachmir and saw the usual green glow around him that the voices use to mark who they talked to. Even more confused now, Xile stuck his head around the corner scanning for another glow, sending a burst of las fire at a cultist stupid enough to try and run for it.
Then he saw it. The glow now also surrounded the giant of the man Xile had shot at before, and they where telling him to...save him? But before he could ask Nurgle for answer's he saw the dark Eldar wretch pin the man to the ground in an execution position. His training melted away as he saw her tense as if about to strike and found himself running forward, into the line of fire towards the Eldar. With a running jump her tackled her off of the mans back careful to make sure neither where affected by his decay, and brought her to the ground. As Xile rolled off of her, he saw the giant pick up his rocket launcher and make a run for it back to enemy lines. With a sigh of relief Xile slumped to the floor behind a small outcrop in the floor, taking a moment to bask in the praise of the Voices of Nurgle as they once again changed their song back to just "Him".
(ooc I wasn't sure who Tyamius trapped in the cage after Namine's post and just thought it would be easier if I went along with namine and instead have another large cultist trapped in the stone cage.)
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Post by Yuno on Oct 23, 2012 15:55:37 GMT
Euphrosyne began to swear heavily in her own language at Xile. He only knew she was angry at him because of how she kept saying Monkeigh and if he were forced to bet the words meant something along the line of , "You stupid rotting piece of nurgle snot you just took a kill from me." Then he watched as fire from the enemies streamed towards Euphrosyne who leapt to her feet in time to avoid death but not in time to avoid a shot ripping through the front of her shoulder the bullet coming out the other side and lodging in the stone wall Tyamus had created. She didn't even wince as she rounded the corner blue blood leaking from her shoulder down into the crevice of her breasts and trickling out across her stomach.
She stepped away from Xile and shouting at him this time in his language, "You stupid creature. I had that man...and now I am wounded...What the (please do not swear) were you thinking?" He couldn't tell if she was in pain because seconds later a cultist rounded the corner and he watched her step out drawing a blade from her back and cutting the man right down the middle spraying blood all over herself and many of the other soldiers.
She somersaulted to the side as fire flew at where she'd stood seconds before. She reached to her belt and loosed several nasty blades in the direction of the enemies. She grinned as she watched the blades each sinking into a target severing weapon connections, throats, and in one case lodging in a sniper's eye.
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