Chaos Rises- Victaria XXIV

[daboss]

Kharax shouted insults and curses at the Tzeenchian marine, which was not the wisest thing to do, but he did not care. He was kept out of the entire fight because of that blasted marine. What made it worse is that he watched the small band of soldiers, and one dark Eldar, hack down the others. All he could do is stand and watch as the largest enemy was let loose by the nurgleite and the Eldar cut down more targets.

Suddenly, Kharax's small radio chirped. "This is the Hand Of Blood" it said "We are initiating bombardment on coordinates." With a shock, Kharax realized he had been so busy fighting, he forgot to place the beacon. Five seconds later, the earth shook and dust filled the air as a massive shell exploded in the center of the enemies' lines Kharax uprighted himself, and realized he was free of his bonds. Just before he passed out, he heard the commander of the Hand Of Blood say on his radio "Shot complete. Hand of Blood is leaving system"

(ooc-no one died a good portion of the hostiles. Everyone else was just thrown about by the shell)

[Edzilla]

The ground quaked as the shell broke the caverns to pieces. Boulders seemed to fall from the heavens, Kara could only dodge shadow after shadow of rock, but it was to much, a fist sized rock came down and crushed his right leg. A horrendous snap was heard making these others cringe as Kara swore. He rolled the boulder off of his leg to reveal a bloody mess, his bone had pierced his skin which was now leaking blood, The bone itself was snapped totally in half. Kara felt a lot of pain.

One of the few remaining cultists saw his opportunity to please, and set off at a sprint towards the teen, who still lay on the ground. He pulled out a knife which was heavily rusted and on reaching Kara said ,"I'm going to enjoy this." Kara eyes filled with fear as a smile drew over the man face. He lunged at the boy with the knife and Kara grabbed his fist. The knife slid slowly over the back of his hand, tearing a deep cut. Kara didn't let go, only gripping the mans hands. The cultist found he couldn't pull back , so he pushed the knife deeper, Slaanesh must have been delighted. Through the pain, Kara opened his eyes, the cultist could see his worst nightmares in the boys eyes. A look of horror was on his face ,then with a flash they joined the room. Strobe lighting flashed around him as Daemons not of chaos Gods but design to cause terror. They pounced on him and began to tear it apart. Kara stood up with the cultists knife in his hands. The man was on the floor writhing as his deepest phobias surrounded him an engulfed him. Kara stabbed him in the lung and they deflated as the cultist emitted a hoarse gasp for air, yet Kara continued. It began to take the shape of a chaos star but in the ed it rumbled a bloody mess. The poor man had triggered Karas survival instinct, now he was covered in blood, having died a horrible death.. Kara collapsed from his broken leg. That along with the blood spray on his face made him look like the victim, but he was very much the murderer. Slowly, with agonising pain, he began to crawl back to the group. He was going to need serious medical attention.

[mantisstalker]

Xile pulled himself from the rubble, his left arm dangling uselessly at his side but it didn't concern him as he could feel the bones starting to shift slowly back into place. He shook his head and looked around trying to find Drachmir, and saw him a few feet away laying on the ground looking annoyed but alive. Before Xile could move to his side however he noticed Kara dragging himself in their direction. "Bugger." he muttered under his voice as he rushed over to the teen.

When he reached the kids side he gently put a hand on his shoulder to get him to stay still. Once he had complied Xile slowly rolled him over onto his back to look at the damage. Kara's leg quickly got his attention as a fresh spurt of blood spatted onto his mask. "Hold still, you might think it's disgusting but it wont hurt and it just might save your life." Without waiting for the teen to agree he reached down with his still operational arm, and lightly brushed the area around where the bone had pierced the skin. Where his hand made contact the skin started to die and become a leathery texture, to the kid it may have seem like a negative but in reality Xile was stopping the skin from bleeding and was dulling the nerves around the bone to lessen the pain. "There you go. Don't worry 'bout the skin it can be healed quickly enough by a pyk." He said in his best comforting tone, which was more like a soft growl than anything else. He turned his head to the others and shouted "One of you Tzeench fairy wizards get over here and fix this kid up, he wont be able to walk if someone can't heal his leg up!". With that he turned back to the teen beneath him, and was unable to stop a sad smile from coming to his lips at the memory that came to him from the scene before him.

[Yuno]

Euphrosyne was bleeding heavily at this point as she continued to move. Each time she swung a blade or used her lash her shoulder screamed in purified pain. She turned to see Kara damaged badly and several guards rushing towards the nurgling and him. As mad as she was about the foolish nurgle (please do not swear) she couldn't allow them to have Kara. She dashed forward into the group of five and her cut two down immediately. She swung her lash at a third pleased to watch the blades wrap around his throat and tear it apart like ground up meat. She drew her two blades. She began a complicated dance blocking attacks from both. She found herself squared off as each put pressure on her arms trying to force the blades downwards.

She gritted her teeth and ducked as one ran the other through. She turned towards the other who howled at her in rage and charged. She brought her bad arm up blocking the furious attack with her blade. Now alone she quickly disposed of him with a kick to the face and a blade that followed sinking into his throat.

She flourished covered in her blood and the cultists. She sheethed her blades as spikes grew from her gauntlets to surround her hands drinking in the blood coming from her. She stood ready and pointed at one of the cultists waving for him to come at her. Having seen what she did to his commander he turned running only to take a throwing blade to the back of his head.

[daboss]

Kharax awoke face down in the rubble. Blood was trickling down the inside of his helmet from a broken nose, and his leg felt like it was burning. He tried to stand up, only to fall back down. Kharax looked at his leg, and noticed a fist-sized piece of shrapnel sticking out of it. Gritting his teeth, Kharax ripped out the hunk of metal, and blood began to run out of the room. With the metal out, Kharax managed to stand himself up and look around. Giant boulders, mounds of rubble, and bodies were everywhere. The Eldar was still fighting, and the nurgleite was still alive, a concept that displeased Kharax. No one was going to shoot him and make it out alive. Kharax grabbed his chainaxe out of the cultist that he had left it in before he was trapped. Then he began to limp over to where the nurgleite was tending to a teen. The nurgleite would be killed, but the teen would also make a good sacrifice to the Blood God. As he walked, the blood from his nose dripped onto his carapace armor and leaked through the Khorne symbol visor, providing a horrific appearance.

[Edzilla]

"Don't touch me..." He trailed off, there was a lot less pain now, and less blood but his wounded hand was still leaking. "It's fine just leave it, deal with the (please do not swear) cultists." Before he could move he saw his impending doom. The warrior of Khorne, glistening with blood approached. The cultists could see the look of fear in his eyes again. It was obvious that this was a opponent beyond him.
Nevertheless he tried, closing his eyes, still laid on the ground. He opened them, staring straight down the visor of the Khornate. Nothing, the cultist just kept walking towards him. He tried again, raising a hand to Kharax and closing his eyes. He weaved something within his mind, ready to release it. He did with visibly more strain, still nothing. The masked man didn't even flinch. "This is going to hurt so much... probably worse than the pain the Khornate will inflict on me...." This time he clenched a fist, his eyes became visibly bloodshot, a vein appeared on his head along with his eyes clamped shut. He was putting everything into this power. Pain began to build and in his head he heard the cackling of daemons laughing at his pain. Horrible visions came to his eyes. He could see the warp flowing like some monstrous beast.
The he released, it felt like a grenade had just exploded in his brain. He screamed in agony as the powerful spell erupted from him, it clearly caused some pain. Maybe some brain damage, yet it wasn't enough. Kharax's God had saved him, pyschic powers on Khornate rarely worked. He probably done himself more damage than to the target. He could take the pain no longer, his vision left abruptly along with his other senses. He instantly blacked out.

[mantisstalker]

Xile jumped as he was abruptly ripped from his memory and looked around to the disturbances source. A few feet away Euphrosyne was fighting the remnants of the cultists, which was surprising as he had assumed they had fled after the shell. No matter she seemed to have the situation under control. He turned his attention back to the teen in front of him and was startled to find him limp and lifeless. He tried to shake him awake but got no response. Assuming the worse Xile clenched his fists and made a sound that started as a low moan but quickly turned to a deep growl. Drachmir had told him to keep them alive and with the kid now dead he had failed, and he never failed. The thought of him failing Drachmir and consequently Nurgle, coupled with the memory he had had not moments ago caused his anger to boil over.

Jumping to his feet Xile looked around scanning for the person who had caused him such a personal insult, and quickly spotted Kharax walking towards him. With a snarl he turned to face him and with a quick glance around to make sure no one was looking Xile lifted his mask up, giving the cultist a good veiw of his face. After one look at the rune that was carved into Xiles face the cultist quickly doubled over wrenching from the site. Sure the rune had had its desired affect Xile put his mask back down and walked over to the Khorne cultist, bringing his foot up to his face sending the man sprawling onto the floor. Xile quickly kicked away his chain axe and pistol before reaching down and smearing the mans armor joints in his own blood and made them rust, immobilizing him until someone smashed the rust off. He then leaned down to the mans face and whispered "I'd kill you myself...But I think that the rage I have for my failure to my charge is nothing compared to the eldar's rage at having lost her charge..." and with that he stepped away from his immobile body and readyied his las gun in case of any other cultists where sneaking around.

[daboss]

Kharax shouted with rage at being immobile once again. Looking at Xile, Kharax yelled "You better hope the Loyalist's Inquisition find you, because they will have more mercy than me!". "I will hunt you down for as long as I live! There will be nothing to stop me from finding you and killing you!"

He then noticed how dizzy he felt. The kick to his face had made his broken nose go on a new bout of bleeding. Kharax looked one more time at the Nurgleite before passing out once again.

[Edzilla]

(Are you there Esiphas, we need some response)

[Yuno]

Euphrosyne turned to see Kara collapse and she had never felt so frustrated and annoyed in her life. She ducked under the blade of a cultist and turned spin kicking him while throwing out her lash at the same time tearing his head from his shoulders in a gruesome display of blood and brains. With one last flourish of steel the last cultists dropped leaving only the marine from before. She wanted to kill him, but instead she pointed at Tyamus and in a cold commanding voice spoke, "Cut him off from us with stone...we have wounded..." she turned stalking towards Kharax her keen ears having heard Xile.

She reached them and her eyes first fell with concern onto Kara. She turned and moved off finding a Tzeentch man tending to another wounded. With her good arm she lifted him up by his tunic and dragged him off to Kara. He protested until she dropped him next to Kara and leaned very close to his face her multi colored eyes penetrating deep into his soul, "If this boy dies, I would not care to be you for the pain and torture I will inflict upon your being would be great enough to make a daemon cry out for mercy..." the man looked sick with fear as she grinned a very terrifying and menacing smile, "Are we clear?" the man nodded as he got to work on Kara.

Euphrosyne straightened from her stooped position and moved towards Kharax. He was unconcious, but that wasn't her problem. She squatted next to him and drew off his helmet a look of murder in her eyes. She reached towards his face and delivered some very stinging slaps to his face until she brought him about. "Welcome back to reality..." she reached out and with practiced fingers jerked his nose back into place painfully. Then she still squatting cracked her knuckles on both hands, "You have exactly as long as it takes me to tie up my shoulder to explain why I shouldn't torture you to death for what you did to my charge..." she grinned a look of pleasure already creeping onto her face, "And keep in mind...I am an impatient woman who enjoys the suffering of others...."

[daboss]

Kharax glanced around, looking for his weapons. The nurgleite had kicked away his gun and chainaxe, which only served to add insult to injury. However, Kharax saw a jagged rock which would work well enough, provided he needed to escape. Remembering the location of it, Kharax looked straight into her eyes and spat "That weakling scum did that to himself. He of all people should know the dangers of the warp. And I was after that plague-ridden nurgleite scumbag anyways. He shot me in the leg, and I will make him pay."

[Esiphas]

Ooc- Finally, Im back. Unplanned holidays, HO!

Ic- Drachmir managed to get to his feet, Groaning in pain. "Xile... Where is..." Looking around, he growled, than ran over to Kharax, pushing Eurosophene aside and pinning him to the wall by his neck. "You! This was your bloody ship! Why didn't you xall them off! Do you want to die or sonething?" He jabbed his pistol into Kharax's left eye; tge hot barrel stinging a bit. "My sisters vuried under that godamnit. My sister!"

Kel examined hr surroundings. Tgere was rubble all around her, and she had very little air. He chaiaxes weee both intact, ine pressed against tge floor, the other trapped in her belt. Frowning, she bagan kicking at the rubble. "Let me out Damnut! Drachmir! Brother! Help!" he kixking ceased when she heard bending metal above her.

Jara saw ared fog rising in his unconcious state. It was onviously a dream, but still, it looked very real. A mocking female laufh could be heard from the mist- followed by a voice. "Your a rather weedy.one. Ah well. I'll make do with ypu. Its a better body than incopreality." a leering, sharp toothed face, vaguely human, appeared amongst ge mist. Ita blank eyes staring sirectly at karas mind-self.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Drachmir! Calm my friend I can get her out, it will take but a moment." Tyamius said touching the stone turning it to a pebble, he repeated the process more than two dozens times until Kel was free. Tyamius sat down against the wall, panting his head hurting from the excess of work he had done. "I need some assistance." Ty said "Water or wine will work...."

[mantisstalker]

Xile heard Ty's comment and pulled out a hip flask and began to walk over. As he did so he brought the flask up and under his mask smelling its contents. It was a fresh bottle of wine he had opened back at Drachmir's estate that he carried more for the use of others rather than himself, as his his sense of taste had been taken away a long time ago. Xile then brought the flask to his mouth and spat into it, causing its contents to age rapidly until it was at Drachmir's preferred age and the spit in it had completely burned away. As he reached the small group he offered the flask to the group in general rather than just Ty. Then his eyes fell upon Kel and was shocked to see the stunned look on her usually impervious face. Knowing better than to go over and check on her as she would see it as an insult, he scanned his eyes over her body looking for injury's, sure there where none he turned his attention back to Drachmir.

"Gut 'im I say." he said gesturing towards the Khorne cultist earning a look of hatred for it, which Xile responded to with another hand gesture.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Get the (please do not swear) away from me nurgle scum, I refuse to touch anything you have. As for the Khornate one I believe it was an accident my master said that he strayed from the plan and forgot to place a beacon of some sort. " Tyamius said digging through his cloak and pulled out a flask, "Ah found it." He said taking a sip of the amber liquid, "Kara...drink it will help you..." He said looking at the boy who looked sick to his stomach. Psychic powers were killers on an untrained mind but the most Ty could do at this point was medicate the wound with the Tzeentchian liquid.

"Drachmir we must move before more show up...or worse...Marines."