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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 29, 2012 9:17:15 GMT
Xile muttered darkly as he dragged himself into a sitting position with his operational arm. He reached across and retrieved his knife and the flask that he had dropped and returned them to his webbing. After he had completed this he turned his head at the Khornate "The Blood Korps eh? I didn't think they where still kicking. I haven't heard anything from them since that nasty business with the Brothers of Blood and Bile." he shook his head at the memories of the battle.
He then turned to face Drachmir. "If he is who he says he is, then he would be a handy asset or at the very least a good meat shield. That is if you can get him to stop trying to kill me every chance he gets." Xile would have liked nothing better than to stick the ugly blood cultist but he had been ordered to stand down, and as long as that was the case he wouldn't harm a hair on Kharax's head unless he endangered either of his masters.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 29, 2012 13:30:09 GMT
"Keep him, My lord has much use for him." Ty said using his newly reformed spear as a crutch. He rubbed his knee, its was on fire and the liquid he had been drinking previously was not helping. He looked at his gauntlet cover hand wishing something to happen so he may fix his knee. "We must be wary if he may have friends anyhow, his death could cause us more strife than it could help us."
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 29, 2012 15:42:06 GMT
Drachmir nodded. 'Kel. Release him- but keep an eye. Make no mistake, Blood Trooper, one wrong move and my sister will be tenderizing your corpse with your own spinal column." He turned to Xile and Ty. "Are you both alright? I-" Drachmir was cut off by a loud crashing sound as Cairnum burst through the rubble, an Angry look upon his half-crushed face. "You! All of you... I'll crush you puny creatures! I'll rip off your heads and give your skulls to the blood god!" Drachmir rolled his eyes. "Typical Khornate."
Khanis felt his drop pod Shuddering around him- worse than Normal. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Suddenly, the engine rumbled, and broke off entirely. The drop pod plummeted down crashing into the earth...
Back in the cavern, the combat thatw as about to begin was halted by a loud rumbling. looking u, a ection of ceiling broke off, which Drachmir narrowly avoided, followed by a blood red metal pbject, which smashed into Cairnum, killing him outright and smothering the floor in blood. The metal object bounced, eventually coming to a stop, crashing into a wall.
Inside the drop Pod, Khanis could see the rest of his squadron. they were all dead- he was the nly survivor. Three of the doors were buckled beyond use- the only ones left were the one opposite him and the one to its left- and a dim light could be seen through the cracks.
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Whitewind laughed. "Thats all well and Good Telepath, but I don't need to take your mind to have your soul. Its somewhere else, and thats all i'm interested in. Why don't you let me in- I'll repair your leg. Heck, I said I'd make them better, and I meant it. Then I'll sit quiet, untill you die, and I can wander off with a tasty psykers souls. Hell, prehaps I'll teach you a thing or two whilst I wait. Sound good, huh?" Whitewinds face got bigger on one side, making it look like it was Staring with one eye wide open at Kara.
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 29, 2012 16:18:11 GMT
Kara laughed a little, "You want my soul, go ahead and take it, always been worthless to me.." He prepared to wake himself when he remembered the daemons promise ,"fix my legs but dont mess with them to much, I better not wake up with tentacles." He smirked, Daemons never went for win win. It was in there nature to cause mayhem in the world of reality, but to flat out refuse would cause more problems. He have to bide his time...
Kara's eyes lazily opened, he was on Eurosyphyne's back, "why dont you let me down, I can walk..." He got to his feet, but the group wasnt looking at him, all eyes were on the tall cultist, a hungry look in his eyes. "Lets deal with this mess and then move on, the longer we wait the more the marines strengthen.." He muttered, eyes wholly on Cairnum.
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Post by daboss on Oct 30, 2012 1:36:31 GMT
Kharax growled with anger as he donned his helmet. He could not believe he had come into the fight on the side of one of the Brothers of Blood and Bile. The more he thought about the battle, the more the rage built inside of him. Gripping his chainaxe ever tighter, he stood still for a moment before lunging at Xile and knocking him to the ground. Rolling on top of him, Kharax delivered quick blows to Xile's mask. Kharax punctuated each punch with a name of each member of his squad that had fallen in the battle. Then, Kharax raised his chainaxe with both hands and revved it, yelling "For Khorne, and for the Blood Korps!"....
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 30, 2012 4:12:02 GMT
Xile brought his arm up and caught Kharax's wrist half way down in its swing, but with only one arm the axe kept inching closer to his face. "Get off me you idiot! I was one of the hired guns the Brotherhood used for tactical advice, I was one of the ones that told them not to carry out the attack! And when me and the others protested we where shot and left for dead! We where the ones that tried to prevent it and got a bullet for the chest for our efforts! Now get off me, and re think who's the emery here!" He managed to bellow just before the axe was nearing the last inch until it bit into his face. His heart started to beat again causing blood to streak around his body, ready to spray out at the slightest cut. If he was going to die than so was the Khornate.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 30, 2012 5:58:20 GMT
That was finally when Euphrosyne's patience broke. She let Kara down and was forward in a flash. With two quick nerve pinching jabs Kharax felt his grip on the axe fade as the feeling in his hand did. Xile watched as she caught the axe from hitting him in the head and threw it to the side her throw elegant and deadly as the axe lodged in the skull of a barely alive cultist who had been reaching for his weapon.
She turned and with the incredible grace and speed only her race possessed hauled Kharax off of Xile slamming him into a nearby wall so hard that his weight and the finess of her attack caused several bits of rock to shake loose. As the feeling in his hand returned he felt her fingers slide up under his helmet pulling it off as he found not only her extra sharp nails at the side of his face, but also a spiked gauntlet inches from his throat.
Her red and orange eye were cold and he could see that many had had this as the last sight before death took them. Her lips were cold, but also somehow inviting in their fullness and beauty. He watched her slide forward so that her thigh was pressed to his side, for a moment it seemed seductive. Then he understood that while this was part of it, it was also that she was taking a position that would have translated to dominance in her own society...a terrifying and alluring combination.
"Khornite warrior...we can all see that you would be an asset to us...and you have no quarrel of any particular value with us. Let me reason with you for a moment." she grinned at this and inhaled finding the overwhelming scent of blood on him like a reminder of home, "We are off to spill the Emperor's blood...so much that I and my allies can bathe in it and drink in all of it's joys. The kind of blood and skull count that makes Khorne turn and take notice of an individual like yourself or myself." He felt her nails grazing his cheek in a way that told him the danger of denying her next words, but also offered reward for heeding them, "Now, if you so desire, I will step away from you...let you spill Xile's blood here on these stones...but trust me honored monkeigh...I will not stop my...companions from spilling your blood right next to his....and then you will bring no honor to the blood god, and you will die a nobody right here in a underground catacomb...if that is to your interest then do say the word." he felt her nails withdraw from his face as she moved off of him, her scent and the flourish of her hair and nails lingering as she moved to the place his axe was and took it up her curvaceous and slender body perfectly graceful as she lifted it and moved beside Kharax holding out the axe for him. "Make your choice Monkeigh...."
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 30, 2012 12:29:50 GMT
Just before Kara awaoke, he could hear Whitewind laughing. "Oh, now this is interesting. Now I'm definately stickin around... your going to be fun..." As he awoke, he felt a sure of unfamiliar, iddyin energy rush to his les, and he felt bones reconnect, muscles strengthen, skin heal. Looking down, he could see that his legs were intect- and prehaps even stronger than before. Certainly, they looked stronger.
Drachmir and Kel stood watching Eurosphene beat Kharax and Xile arond a bit. Drachmir coughed as she finished her speech. "Yes, well... Diplomacy at its best I see. Now then, As our devilish temptress said, Kharax..." Drachmirs eyes glinted as he revealed his knowledge of Kharax's name. "...We are on a mission of such magnitude it will draw the gods eyes away from the their Power armoured servants on the surface. If you wish to join us on this mission, you are welcome to, but should you betray us, Eurosophene and My Sister will tear you apart on this plane whilst Kara and Tyamus rip your soul to shreds on the next. Now then, what do you say?" He offered a gloved hand to Kharax.
ooc- And the First blessings have been rewarded! Kara has recieved enhanced speed and strength in his legs, and Drachmir has gained the ability to see peoples names just by making eye contact. There are others on their way to a blessing too.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 30, 2012 13:24:05 GMT
(So was Khanis allowed the massive blade or just the two...I wants the big sword of choppy knarly death!)
Khanis smiled as he stepped of the drop pod, his fangs bared and the scent of fresh blood in the air. His old blue armor was so stained with blood you never would have known he had at one time been a spacewolf besides his manged hair and the oversized canine teeth, he was more beast than man. His sense of smell was more powerful than any humans, he sniffed the air for blood until he spotted a young girl carrying two chainswords and soaked in blood. If love was known by Khorne's finest then this blood covered female was a queen of the damned and the violent!
"BLOOD! Give me more BLOOOOOOOOOD!" He yelled as his eyes turned red and he jumped from the pod. "Who are you and where am I? I only ask once or I'll take your skulls back to my Lord!" He knew he was out numbered but Kharne himself could not slay Khanis the Blood Wolf. He still had yet to reveal his weapon.
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Tyamius looked appalled as the giant Khorne Marine jumped from his pod, Tzeentch had claimed a Khorne warrior would be joining them but now two! This madness was something he normally loved but Khorne's finest seemed to be the biggest pricks out there. He looked to Drachmir before speaking, "We are warriors of the gods, Khornling. You are underneath the city your were sent to attack. A mortar shell weakened the street above so your pod broke through all to easily."
Ty stopped he still held markings of Tzeentch and had no clue how this man would react, luckily he had two more Khornites on his side but they would change factions in an instant if it meant more power from there gods. "Drachmir..." he whispered, "This one may be a problem."
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Post by daboss on Oct 30, 2012 19:42:58 GMT
Kharax grabbed his chainaxe took Drachimr's hand. "Okay," he said "I'm in." Kharax walked over to Xile, who was trying to get off of the ground with his one arm and offered out his hand. "Are we even?" Kharax said "One bullet wound for another.
Suddenly, the hatch to the drop pod burst open. Kharax, who had not even noticed it in his rage, yanked Xile up and revved his chainaxe. A Khorne marine burst out. taking a closer look, Kharax noticed that he was originally a Space Wolf, but now he seemed more like a raving psychopath. Kharax quickly grabbed his helmet and put it on in case the marine decided to fight. He knew it would not help, but it felt like it would.
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Post by mantisstalker on Oct 31, 2012 0:02:56 GMT
"My bullet didn't cause extensive nerve damage, but I guess that the best I'm going to get." Xile said nodding to Kharax before he wheeled around and looked at the marine, and let out a sigh. It was another bloody Khornate and by the looks of it he couldn't reason with this one. He walked over to his las gun which had been laying on the floor a few meters to his right and picked it up in his left hand, never taking his eyes off of the marine. He then put the gun between his legs so that he could grasp the trigger with his hand without dropping it, then turned to Drachmir. "With all due respect Sir I think we should get moving, as with every second we spend in here the marines advance on our objective." Xile said all the time careful not to make eye contact with Drachmir.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 31, 2012 7:31:40 GMT
Euphrosyne grinned at Kharax and Xile and then sighed obviously at Khanis. Time to make it clear how things worked around here. She moved forward with almost the same speed as before although a keen observer could see she was weakening and an even keener observer would notice the blood soaked rag that was stuffed and tied against her shoulder. Her gauntleted fist cracked against the side of Khanis's helmet fast and hard forcing him to stumble back as she lunged upon him until finally she managed to put him to the ground. She straddled him her long white hair falling over them like a veil as she leaned in close pushing away his helmet and grinning so that he could see teeth so pure and white it was almost animal like. "I am tired of watching you (please do not swear) waste time with your arrogant displays of bravado." He felt her legs squeeze against him as she blocked his fist from hitting her and responded by sinking her sharp nails into a crack in his armor. "You serve at the pleasure of Khorne, that is lovely we all know it. But we all also know you couldn't deliver all of us, let alone a weakling of Tzeentch to the throne of skulls by yourself. So stop your useless posturing and lets march. So that we can stop letting others claim our glory."
He could smell the scent of blood flowing from her shoulder, and even see that she was sweating and tired from what he now by studying the bodies around him could tell had been a long fight. It was clear that while she could probably inflict quite a lot of pain on him, she probably couldn't hold him in a wrestling match.
Her vision was going blotchy, she'd lost a lot of blood. The smell of all the blood around her was somewhat intoxicating. It smelled so good, so like home that she found herself drifting in and out of reality. Her grip on Khanis's arm softened as she tried to not black out. She swayed slightly on him and then after emitting a little gasp of pain crumpled onto him her head thwacking slightly against his chest armor as her grip on reality and her body failed her. He felt her hand grasp frantically at his chest for a moment and then her eyes closed.
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 31, 2012 8:01:40 GMT
Kara hadn't been getting involved, Khornate weren't easy, now he had to do something. "I'd suggest putting her down right now..." He murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear. When he turned he saw Kara, eyes closed, far closer than before. At this distance he couldn't miss, his eyes opened, this time slightly drearily. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, hundreds of capillaries heading to the green iris in the middle. "That's my guardian you've got there," He felt all the muscles in his arm go numb as the wych seemed to roll onto the ground, far harder than he would've liked. Kara was gasping for breath, psychic powers weren't impossible against Khorne, but they were hard.
He stooped down, never breaking contact with the superhuman. "Talk to the Khornite among us," he motioned back to Kel,"they will show you what out purpose is." He put an arm under the Wych and lifted, while it was easy on his legs ,which for once he notice felt stronger and more agile, his arms still found it hard, there strength was less than impressive. Then he turned, breaking eye contact for the first time. If the warrior swung, someone else would have to do something about it, as he sauntered back to Drachmir.
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 31, 2012 8:42:41 GMT
Drachmir cleared his throat again. "Yes, well. As my collegues have pointed out, we are Warriors of the dark gods. A miced group of all 4 gods, headed via the Labrynth to the Capital city, to win Eternal glory or Die trying.I am Drachmir, The... Leader, I suppose. Though I would not discredit anyone here by calling them useless, As they are far more drawn to combat than I. If you wish to join us, so be it, but know this. We are competing against your brother marines on the surface. If you have ambitions of Glory, We can lead you there."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 31, 2012 14:00:39 GMT
"You wish to please the gods...I will help you but you will pay me...I want the girl." Khanis said pointing at Kel, still soaked in blood. "I can make her one of Khorne's finest." He smiled, his fangs gleamed as did his blood red wolf like eyes. He stepped back into the pod pulling out a few weapons, including his own personal favorite "Bloodletter" a two handed eviscerator, along with several chainswords and a meltagun. He strapped the melta to his person and began to move out. He paused seeing the las gun pointed at him from Xile. "You wish to harm with that? You have to be (please do not swear) kidding me!" He yelled with a laugh as he snatched the flashlight up and smashed it into the wall breaking it into pieces. "Go rot elsewhere nurgling!"
(This is when you should tell me if he keeps it i'll get rid of it if you're not pleased.)
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Tyamius cracked a smile and had to stop himself laughing at the Marine wanting Kel, perhaps he was collecting a harem! But that mattered not to one of Tzeentch he did not care for the girl, he wanted to finish his mission and get the boy out of here. "Drachmir...we are running out of time." he whispered. "He would kill us in an instant if you refuse his offer. You saw what he did to Xile's gun and he's not even phased by the attacks of Mira. He actually like the attack and blood spilt is blood for Khorne in his eyes!" Tyamius knew only one course of action could be taken here, they had to follow the Marine.
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