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Post by Edzilla on Oct 26, 2012 13:07:44 GMT
Kara didn't hear a thing, after all he was unconscious. The dreamscape ebbed and flowed around him, he knew it better than reality. As a child he'd spent along time studying it, wandering its hallowed halls looking for answers and changes. He had achieved lucidity at age 2, found how to manipulate the threads of emotion that's made up the dream. But for the first time, he had a visitor or intruder. "This can't be good... Did I mess up that bad?" It was a rhetorical question, he knew what he'd done, delved to deep, something had crossed the gap.
"If your here to harm me, I warn you your in the mind of a telepath, this world is mine. I can change it an sculpt it, here I'm more powerful than any of your chaos gods." But it was still only in his mind and could do very little to effect reality.
"Who's god are you demon?" That to him was the crucial question.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 26, 2012 14:12:18 GMT
Euphrosyne moved aside for Dracmir still binding up her shoulder. She grimaced as she went until finally the Tzeentchian who had just finished with Kara turned and tied it off for her. "Are you satisfied madam." She nodded waving him off and kneeling beside Kara. She looked him over pleased to see he looked like he would live. She then slowly managed to pull him onto her back and shoulders holding him as carefully as possible. She stood up as if he did not weigh a thing. "I am ready when you all are."
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 26, 2012 14:51:58 GMT
"Your a polite one aint ya?" Xile said stepping away from the man he had been trying to help. "You seem so close minded for a worshiper of the changer of ways. Just because I serve the lord of pus does not mean I am covered in it, and with the ability to decay just about anything that I come into contact with makes my body surprisingly clean." He tried to spit at Tyamius's feet after his last comment, but the mask stopped that and instead a small cloud of vapor hissed out one of the vents as the spit burnt up again inside his mask. Xile had hoped that being a friend of Drachmir's he would have been more open minded than the others, but it seemed that he was just as hostile as everyone else. And people wondered why he didn't like them...
He then noticed that the dark eldar tending to the child. That meant he was still alive! So he didn't fail after all! Nurgle must have taken mercy on him. He let out a pent up sigh of relief. This meant he didn't have to punish himself.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 26, 2012 15:31:06 GMT
"I am not closed minded I just do not wish for your pestilence laced saliva in my drink. My lord has his reasons for everything and you...you...are a disruption..." Tyamius said standing slowly against the wall. "I am ready, Mirabella bring him here this well help the roiling tide in his mind." He said shaking the flask of amber liquid.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 26, 2012 15:45:30 GMT
Euphrosyne turned towards Tyamus shaking her head, "No Monkeigh. The boy must be left as is." He felt off set by her eyes as she said this adjusting Kara on her back. "The lord does not deem him take that liquid..." she turned away waking to stand besides Xile. "Why did you stop me from killing that marine....." she said simply. He could tell she'd calmed down and was simply curious.
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 26, 2012 16:19:41 GMT
Xile growled forcing his clenched fist down to his side before turning to look at the dark eldar. When he heard her question his mind blanked and he dropped his gaze to his feet. She had put him in a sticky situation, as Drachmir had told him to tell the guests anything they wanted to know but not even he knew about the voices of Nurgle that guided his actions. Deciding he had to tell her the truth not to break the order he let out a sigh and looked her in the face.
"When I was struck down by an unknown plague during my final years in the PDF, I heard several voices in the back of my mind telling me to give in to Nurgle. When I finally gave in after th...the death of my first born and put the rest of them in a better place...They stayed with me and guided my actions. They are Nurgles guiding light to me, and are what is left of my family. Their souls for ever in his service. They where the ones that told me to seek out and serve Drachmir. They where the ones that told me to carve this rune into my face, and they where the ones that told me the marine must not die. They are Nurgles light and he is all I have left..." Xile said this in a toneless voice. He had lived though it once he didn't want to live it again, as he feared that if he dwelt upon it he would question his faith. And if he did that then the voices would go away, and if they did that so would what was left of his family. That was why he had to wear a hostile shell when he was around others and that was why he would never be happy again without the voices praise.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 26, 2012 18:03:17 GMT
She stood silent as he explained the only sign she was listening to him the nod which she gave as he finished. She swung her blade in a flourishing circle hooking it back on her belt making it clear she accepted his explanation.
She looked up her orange eye turning to focus on Xile, "I see. That will have to do then." She moved her shoulders up and down slightly under the weight of Kara and pulled her blade from her hair swinging it about on her fingers before sliding it into a holster on her boots. Her hair responded by tumbling back down over her shoulders and pooling slightly upon Kara. She stared momentarily at nothing before looking up and striding forward assuming the others would follow. As she walked a cultist that had clung to life gasped upwards at her, "Witch...you touch that boy and he will surely die..." she turned her red eye flaring angrily as she leaned down to the man, "I would rather die than harm him..." her blade took his head off with a quick precise movement. She reached into her cloak taking out some fruit and peeling it and beginning to eat as she walked her steps and movement silent and flowing despite the added weight.
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Post by daboss on Oct 27, 2012 15:35:43 GMT
While the rest of the group was talking, Kharax slowly moved towards his weapons. He picked up his chainaxe, and reloaded his autopistol. Then, he walked behind the group, keeping his distance he watched as the nurgleite and the Dark Eldar discuss something. Kharax stopped, and he activated the laser sight on the side and braced his gun against his arm. At the distance he was, there was very little chance he would miss, but it never hurt to be sure. 'If I miss at this range,' thought Kharax, ' I may as well shoot myself.' He moved the laser dot up Xile's back and right onto the back of his head. Taking a deep breath, Kharax aimed down the sights and flipped off the safety....
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 27, 2012 22:07:00 GMT
Drachmir embraced Kel as she ran out of the rubble. "I thought you'd been taken..." He said. She smiled. "No... there was a safe area. The blood god protects... Wait..." She looked over to where Kharax was laying, to find him gone. "Where..." She snarled, tunred 180 derees and Threw her chainaxe right over Xiles Shoulder. The Axe handle struck Kharax staright between the eyes, messing up his aim completely. Bounding forward in an almost wolflike way, She pressed ehr hand to his throat and revved the chainaxe in her other hand. "One move, And I'll Start cutting your limbs off. "
The Demon laughed again. "Who? Thats a topic open for discussion. There are many names to call A Daemon. Theres my real one, which I'd be a fool to simply hand over. Theres the ones I go by, but what can I say? I'm Indesisive. For now, Lets go with soemthin easy to remeber yeah? I'm Whitewind." The deamons smile widened. "You appear to have a slight problem with your leg. Want me to fix that?"
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 28, 2012 2:34:38 GMT
Xile blinked and he felt the flesh of his shoulder rip and cave inward as the bullet made contact. "Bugger." he said before stumbling a few steps forward and coming in contact with a wall. He leaned against it and closed his eyes. All this talk of his past was making him careless, there was a reason why he didn't think about it. Shaking his head he concentrated on the matter at hand. With extreme concentration he used his power to rust the bullet until it was nothingness, allowing the wound to fully heal.
With that done he opened his eyes and pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the small group again. He tried to flex his arms and found that only his left one would obey his commands. The bullet must have ripped what little nerves that connected his arm to his spine and rendered it useless until he could regenerate it, but that would take a while without the opportunity to preform a sacrifice. As he neared the group again he spotted Kharax. "You again? You (please don't swear)! Your pop gun ruined my arm!" Xile shouted and as he rushed towards Kharax, his knife raised in his left hand. Maybe a sacrifice wasn't out of the question.
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 28, 2012 8:35:01 GMT
Karas face softened, apparently more relaxed. "Forgive me for my hostility, not everyday you find a demon in your mind..." Two thin glasses appeared in his hands, and he handed on to the demon, this was a test. The fluid was perfectly clear, yet occasionally seemed to sparkle in a way water couldn't. "It's an interesting drink, tastes of whatever you want it to, since it is only half real." He sipped it slowly, to him it tasted faintly of a strawberry champagne, no doubt the daemon would taste differently.
"Yes healing the leg would be helpful, er .. Whitewind." He walked over to a chair that had only recently appeared in the mist of his mind, but now seemed permanent as stone. "So you are your own master, never thought I'd see one like you, so why don't you tell me what brings you into the dreamscape... my dreamscape?" He sat down, an expectant look on his face.
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 28, 2012 15:54:24 GMT
Whitewibd chuckled. "An interesting drink you say? Yes, it.is. And a good test of character. Were I to drink this, it would taste like mortal souls, fried Carnodon eggs and Eldar wi.e, all in the same mouthful. The three greatest pleasures in my existance." Whitewinds firm flickered fir a moment, the drink vanishibg from the glass. "Yes, I am a free willed creature. A lesser daemon, unshacjled from my madter. I could never settle for Second place. Now, About your leg... I can mend it easily enough. I can even improove both your legs. But to do so, You'll nedd to let me in. Al tge way in. And as Im in an honest mood, lets just say- Once im that far in, i eont be comung out easily."
Kel kicked her swcond chainaxe up, Threw her first one and caught the other, the first one colliding Buisness end first with Xile, knocking him off his feet. "Xile... Wait. Lets hear his side of things first. You, Khornate. Who are you?" Drachmir moved to Xiles dide, Examining his arm. "Give it a minute or two, It'll heal".
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 28, 2012 17:56:59 GMT
"That's a little harder to say, I won't let you in so easily, after all I'm just a means to a end for you aren't I?" He looked sceptical, what he would do next he didn't know but anything was better than a permanent daemon. "The leg hurts and it won't mend easily, but given time and some painful treatment from my... companions the bone will refuse, the skin will repair, only scars will be left." He looked directly into the balls of energy that constituted the daemons eyes ,"Give me one GOOD reason why I should let you into a mind you can't handle." He had turned more hostile, visitors were welcome, lodgers less so. "People around me tend to experience visions, hallucinations, generally unpleasant, I've even had a few suicides. If you go deeper than that you will lose your sanity in a day, even as a demon, the warp is nothing compared to the core of a telepaths mind." The look in his eyes showed he meant every word.
"It's like a vortex, the average human can access 20 % of his mind, I can access a lot more and let me tell you, it's (please do not swear) dangerous. If I go in deep I can reach A class levels of psychic mastery, IQ beyond eldar levels. I've never done it, last time I got close I nearly died, if you go that deep your fate will be far worse than a mortal death." He stood up and walked past the daemons form, not looking like he would stop. "If you want to go that deep, go ahead, but I can only warn you of what will happen."
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Post by daboss on Oct 29, 2012 1:56:01 GMT
Kharax's hand gripped around his chainaxe "Kharax, Blood Korps of Kreig," Kharax said "What does it matter to you?
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Post by Yuno on Oct 29, 2012 8:33:04 GMT
Even cornered and beaten, this marine would not back down, Euphrosyne had to respect that. She grinned watching the display by all involved and stepping back and adjusting Kara so he was away from any possible fray. She was prepared to drop him and fight if she had to, but she was hoping that woudln't be necessary. She grinned at the fierceness of the marine again her eyes glazing over slightly,
*flashback*
"damn you human. When I get out of here I'm going to pull you apart piece by piece with a needle." Euphrosyne spat in her native language. The only word the guards were used to by now was Monkeigh, she said it a lot. Their master a man dressed in the garb of Slaanesh stood between two of the guards watching as the approached her. Her clothing was in tatters barely concealing anything as it once had. The braids of her hair and begun to come loose leaving her hair to fall wild and free. She was chained arms behind her back and she strained against them like a wild animal spitting, sweating, and yelling profane things at them as they moved forward. One guard reached out to grab her only to have his hand kicked away by a well timed leap kick. He screamed in pain at the broken hand she had delivered. The other rushed forward as she kicked off the wall landing on his shoulders and killing him with a sickening twist of his neck using only her legs. He slumped to the ground under her forcing her to stand again. She yelled at the other guard as he grabbed her hair for the 100th time that day twisting her neck back as the man who had been holding her captive approached.
"Pity...he was a nice guard...you are talented at murder though aren't you beautiful." He reached out touching her cheek only to feel her teeth sink into his hand despite the guard's best attempts to stop her...
It was then that she realized he wasn't Tzeentchian. She saw the symbol as he waved his guard off reaching for her bonds.
Slowly her teeth unclamped from his hand blood staining her lips red as she pulled away from him the moment she was free retreating to a corner and staring at him like a frightened animal.
"You have set me free Monkeigh...but I will not be your pet."
"Who said anything about being my pet Dark Wych?"
She stood taken aback as he moved forward again offering her a blanket, "You speak my language monkeigh.....how is this?"
"I am well learned...come...I have a proposition for you..."
Euphrosyne snapped back to reality.
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