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The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)

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Cameron:
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http://nerdramblingz.com/starforums/index.php?topic=206.0

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Cameron:

--- Quote from: Sepher on February 05, 2012, 11:26:08 AM ---Sepher hurtled towards the gate and the stunned defiler, ignoring the pain of his wounds, focusing his energy on the task ahead. Seeing the axe get through he magical defenses of the defiler on the gate, sepher knew what he had to do. He would become more powerful this day, and this defiler was his prey.

Drawing upon the concentration that afflicted his arm, sepher diverted the energy into his back. With a roar of pain, and a visible transformation, a pair of gigantic daemon wings sprouted from his back. The tearing of flesh can be heard to those in the vicinity as drops of blood fell to the ground.

Gripping Wind in his left hand, he leapt upwards, propelled by his run, hurtling towards to defiler on the gate. A burst of chaotic energy issued forth from wind as he swung it, hopefully impeding the magical defenses enough that he could get through.

He drew back his empty right hand, and with a bellow, sepher slammed into the defiler, putting his hand to the metal exoskeleton.

The world went dark to sepher, as he drew on a power so feared and respected by daemons that they would go out of their way to kill him to stop him. He slowly drew his hand back and lightning arced between his hand and the defiler, sparks shooting off visible to those watching. With a sudden motion, he closed his fist and braced himself, as he attempted to pull the daemon soul from the defiler into his own body.

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--- Quote from: Kitharsis on February 06, 2012, 11:29:15 AM ---Kitharsis's hammer crashes down and connects with the Defiler in a most satisfying manner.  The explosion results in a slight chuckle as the force of the blast pushes him into the air and away.  A clumpy, crumbling bowl of sand forms under and behind him to shield himself from some of the debris.

He lands rolling forward, encased in a sandy ball.  After a skip and a jump the rolling ball loses form and falls down around him as he comes to rest.  His ears are ringing and the sudden flash of the explosion has put spots in his eyes.  Blinking, he stands and shakes the sand out of his mohawk and the ringing out of his hears.

He feels Soul Reaver do some blinking of his own, and catches only a fading flash of red light where he once stood as he turns to look for him.

No time to stand around.

Sand dances and streams behind Kitharsis as he trots back over to his jug.  The strap is quickly tied and he takes off towards he Defiler on the wall's direction.  He knows Sepher is more than capable of taking down a Defiler.  The axe in the things head is evidence of that, but a little help never hurt anyone.

The random gunfire is quite a concern.  Bullets, rockets, and all sorts of other artillery spew into the battlefield. The barriers are still hampering ranged attacks, requiring another intimate encounter with these foul creations.

Piles of sand still litter the ground from a few moments ago, but having such a low reserve of energy leaves him few options.  Sepher's roar of pain paired with the sound of tearing flesh was startling, but intentional.  Kitharsis watches as the man sprouts wings and leaps into the air. 

Sepher flies towards the Defiler and slams into it.  The buildup of power between Sepher and the Defiler is immense.  He is doing something dangerous, and Kitharsis thinks better of being in the middle of it. 

But the Defiler isn't going to take it lying down.  Soul Reaver's face full of gunfire moments ago is evidence of that.  Mid stride Kitharsis unstraps the jug of sand from his back.  He holds tight to the worn leather cordage and uses the jug's momentum to swing it in an arc around him.  With a grunt he lets go and launches it into the air.  It careens towards Sepher and the Defiler, slamming into the barrier.  Upon impact the sand tears out and grinds through whats left of the magical shield.  If it gets through Kitharsis will direct it to clog this Defiler's joints and gun barrels like he had done just a few minutes ago.

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Sepher enters a fierce battle of wills with the daemon soul hosted in the Defiler. He can feel the soul inside reacting violently, trying to resist. He is forced to dodge a few projectiles and claw swipes as the giant metal construct thrashes about, but the Defiler finds itself unable to move most of it's joints due to the well timed sandblast from Kitharsis. This prevents it from bringing most of it's weapons to bear, but the thing has been augmented with so much arcane energy that Sepher is finding it extremely hard to control. But then, from out of nowhere, Kalana is across from him. She drives a borrowed Force halberd into the construct's metal hull, augmenting it with her own frightening psychic energies. At the same time, Sepher can see the lightning elemental Karyl unleash a torrent of electricity at it from below, and the water elemental Kari appears behind Sepher, augmenting him with her own energies and increasing his fortitude.

With the assist, Sepher is finally able to wrench the soul from the construct. There is a brief second while he is absorbing it where he can see the full void of the warp and almost loses himself, but he wrests control back as the construct collapses into a pile of lifeless metal.


--- Quote from: Jharm on February 14, 2012, 01:43:09 AM ---Jharm watches as the Defiler's weaponry violently explodes.  Seeing an opening, the Seraphim launches himself at the machine before him, latching onto it while it is defenseless.  Closing his eyes he focuses as his hands beging to glow, the light seeping into the Defiler and almost hunting down the Warp Soul within as Jharm attempts to exorcise the metal behemoth, purging it of the vile evil that hides within.

--- End quote ---

The seraphim catches the Defiler completely off guard. But like Sepher, he finds himself wrestling with the massive enchantments leveled on the construct by the chaos sorcerers. The battle of wills is immense, and it seems like the Defiler might be getting the upper hand. It raises it's claw high to strike at Jharm.

A huge las-blast destroys the claw and it falls limp. Another blast rips through the creature's armored skull, and all of it's defenses fall. Jharm is able to purify the soul and it is destroyed, causing the construct to grind to a lifeless halt. 500 meters away, a Grey Knight in heavily modified Terminator armor allows the las cannon he borrowed to drop to the ground, removing it's charge pack from the back of his armor. The warp elemental Mary Argent stands next to him, her sword drawn. The Terminator's helmet retracts to reveal the face of Cameron Alieron. He has finally rejoined his companions. Kalana had been too focused on her attack to sense his arrival, but she quickly teleports herself to him, embracing as much of his power armor as she can.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Cameron locks eyes with her and grins.

"Just taking care of some business with my friend from the future. But I'm here now. Let's kick some ass."


--- Quote from: Soul Reaver on January 31, 2012, 06:38:47 PM ---Defensive magics hiss and metal screams as Blooddrinker strikes true, bisecting the Defiler's armour plating as if it were ripe, hot flesh.  Teeth gritted, Soul Reaver clenches the hilt in both hands, violently ripping the blade along the Defiler's belly.  Sparks and dark flames erupt from the wound.  Soul Reaver ducks his head as a pained claw ineffectively slashes past just above him.

Then Kitharsis' hammer slams into the Defiler.  Its entire massive bulk lurches beneath Soul Reaver's feet, throwing him off balance, and then moments later, it explodes into a brilliant orange fireball.  The hot flames lick at Soul Reaver's heels as the shockwave throws him through the air.

Soul Reaver hits the ground about twelve metres from his original position, absorbing the impact with a skillful roll over his armoured shoulder and skidding to a stop amidst a cloud of grey dust.  His blood-speckled face quickly scans the battlefield to assess the situation.

The other two Defilers were stunned and damaged, so they would likely fall soon as well.  However, the Sorcerers who had summoned them... they would need to be dealt with.  Already they had unleashed Daemons and mechanical monstrosities upon him... whether they were about to call upon further horrors or attempt to flee, Soul Reaver was not inclined to let them live.

With most of the enemy force routed and the Defilers otherwise preoccupied, Soul Reaver had a clear view to the Black Gate where the Chaos Sorcerers are huddled.  Attempting to clear the distance on foot - particularly with his injured leg - would give the enemy too much time.  Other measures were required.

Soul Reaver focuses instead on the smoking, burnt-out wreckage of a tank near the gates and behind the sorcerers.  Picturing his destination in utmost detail in his minds eye, he speaks a few syllables of magic, and disappears in a blaze of red light.

The usual stomach-wrenching feeling of his Teleportation fades almost immediately as Soul Reaver drops half a metre out of thin air behind the tank.  If the Sorcerers had not detected his presence from his use of magic, they would surely notice him soon.  Soul Reaver draws back Blooddrinker, leans out from behind his cover, and hurls the sword like a boomerang at the gathered sorcerers.  The blade cackles faintly as it spins in a crimson disc, curving through the air towards its victims...

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The chaos sorcerers know that the battle is lost. By the time the first Defiler falls, they are focused on only their own survival, pumping their magicks into defensive shields and preparing to flee. But as the second and third Defilers fall and Soul Reaver appears behind them, a voice rips through their skulls. Someone has been watching the battle through their eyes, and they have new orders. The sorcerers allow their defensive magicks to fall and channel all their power into one final spell, even as Blooddrinker tears through their ranks.

There is an ear-splitting tearing sound as the fabric of reality is torn asunder. The companions all suddenly find themselves trapped in the warp, hurtling to some unknown destination. Warp energies lash out at them and it will be all they can do to protect themselves as they are delivered to parts unknown.

As they are hurtled through the warp, Cameron and Kalana fight to stay together. But at the last moment, a huge wave of warp energy rips them apart. Cameron roars in fear and frustration as he watches Kalana get ripped into a warp storm and loses sight of her.

Cameron:
The companions are torn through the warp. Some of them are torn from the Eye of Terror altogether, either unable to control their trajectories or pulled away by unknown forces. For those that remain, the transition is equal parts disorienting and painful.

Cameron is still reeling from losing Kalana yet again when he feels himself leaving the warp. His ejection is violent, and he crashes into a metal coated floor panel. The impact is jarring, even through his power armor. He gets to his feet and takes stock of his surroundings.

Cameron finds himself on a large metal scaffold, about 90 meters wide. It appears to be an observation deck. The scene it is observing is horrible to behold. The huge cavernous chamber this post overlooks is filled with people on spikes. Millions of them. They are all alive, and the screams of pain and horror mix together to make a sinister, almost revolting background hum. Every one of these people have cables attached to them, and vast amounts of energy can be seen traveling through these cables into huge machines below. Cameron's equipment can't even register the full size of the chamber.

Breaking his eyes away from this scene, he focuses on what's on the platform with him. he finds Kitharsis laying close by. His journey through the warp looks like it was equally horrible. Cameron helps the Tithandrian to his feet.

"Woah, dude. Where the FUCK are we??"

Cameron looks to the edge of the platform. Karyl Sheeden, the lightning elemental, has pulled himself up with the railing and is staring out into the vast sea of tortured souls. Kari Katrea, the water elemental, stands next to him. She does not speak, but the shock of what she is seeing is plainly written on her face. Cameron joins his fellow elementals at the railing.

'We're somewhere in the labyrinth. I'm guessing this serves as some sort of unholy battery. This is one of the things we are here to try and stop."

Cameron turns away from the scene, trying to locate Kalana. As he does so, he catches something on the far side of the platform. It's... an ork??? No. MULTIPLE orks. The biggest one is wearing a pirate's hat. Why the hell is it wearing a pirate hat? Cameron readies his weapons.

"heads up, people. We might have a problem."


Something has obviously gone wrong. One moment, Gulgrim was on the bridge of his Krooza, ordering the Weirdboys to make a warp jump. The next, he and a few of his fellows are standing in some blasted huge chamber filled with screaming humans. There are some not-screaming humans standing on the big platform across from him, and one of them is a god damned SPACE MARINE. He's got weapons drawn but isn't attacking yet. One things' for sure. Wherever he is, he can feel Chaos taint all over it. He's going to have to react quickly.


Cameron is too focused on Gulgrim, and Gulgrim is too focused on Cameron. Neither of them notice the strange figure dressed in rags that has appeared on another part of the platform. Jorumn sees the humans on spikes, hears the horrible droning noise of millions of screams in unison, and then sees a standoff forming. On one side, big green monsters. One of them is wearing a pirate hat. On the other side, a man in metal armor with guns and swords, a lady with a staff, a blonde haired man with a GUITAR? and a large mohawked man. This situation could get volatile very quickly. Jorumn has not been noticed yet.

Cameron:
Kalana finds herself ejected from the warp onto a stone floor. She skids into a stone bench and comes to a stop. There are other thuds all around her as others arrive in similar fashion. She shakes the cobwebs from her vision and gets up, looking around.

The chamber she finds herself in appears to be an old church. Obsidian church pews line the floor. At the front of the room is a huge symbol depicting the 4 chaos gods and a blood drenched pulpit. Horrible purple light emits from stained glass windows lining the walls. These depict images of chaos, murder, and death.

Kalana looks around and immediately spits Sepher lying in an aisle and Danyael laying across two pews. Looking further, she finds Garr Kelvin, the lunar elemental, sitting in a pew and rubbing his head. Mary Argent, the warp elemental, stands beside him in her full plate armor, looking annoyed. And the winged figure of the seraphim Jharm is found at the front of the room, sitting in front of the pulpit. No one else seems to be present. Mary looks back and sees that Kalana is awake.

"Oh, good. You're up. Where in blazes are we? And where is Cameron?"

Kalana frowns.

"I don't know the answer to either question. Let me see if I can find him."

Kalana's eyes flash blue as she first checks the vitals of everyone in the room to make sure they're alive, before turning her attention to trying to locate Cameron's position.


Soul Reaver does not appear with any of the others. Instead he finds himself ejected onto a huge bridge. it appears to stretch over a large canyon, though he cannot see either end of it from his current position. Within a few moments, Blooddrinker reappears beside him. The blade is soaked in the gore of the slain Chaos sorcerers.

Soul Reaver can detect a presence. About 7 meters ahead of him, a figure lies crumpled next to an old burnt out tank. Soul Reaver recognizes it as the renegade Daemon Natalya. She appears to be hurt, but is only unconscious.

Shadow Chorus:
Something was wrong. Gulgrim wasn't on the bridge of his Kill Krooza like he should have been. He was in the middle o some burny place with loadz o' screamin' 'umies!

"Wot da zog 'appened? You boyz done zogged up da jump!" Gulgrim roared, turning to face his boyz, specifically Wurrzod, the nearest Weirdboy.

"Boss, we ain't done no-" the unfortunate Weirdboy was cut off as a third arm extended from the shoulder of Gulgrim's Coat o' Plates, reaching down with a Power Klaw and crushing the Weirdboy's head in its bladed grip.

"Right. All's forgiven. Now dat dat's over with, we'd best find some way outta here!" Gulgrim said, letting the lifeless Weirdboy lay where he fell. Finding both his Orky and his Cyborky hand empty of weapons, a situation that should almost never happen, Gulgrim drew one of his two massive Shootas in his Cybork right hand and pulled out what appeared to be an expensive Imperial Cigar with his left, holding it out to his side. A nearby Burna boy strode up and lit the cigar with his igniter, and Gulgrim planted the smoke-stick firmly in his fanged maw. His left hand now free, he drew his OTHER massive Shoota in his left hand and made quite a dramatic show of pulling the slides on each weapon by turning them towards the sky and extending his arms before bending them, slamming the stocks into his elbows and ending up in something of an Orky guns akimbo firing stance.

Looking around, his eyes settled on the only humies that weren't screaming like Panzees and he noticed one of them had weapons drawn and was looking at him. But he wasn't shooting. This was an interesting development. Gulgrim knew how to handle this.


"OI! 'UMIE! DON'CHA KNOW IT'S RUDE TA POINT A SHOOTA AT AN ORK AN' NOT SHOOT AT 'IM!?" The ork shouted, having to fight to get his voice to rise above the screaming below him. "BUT SINCE YA AIN'T SHOOTIN' YET, HOW ABOUT-AGH! DAMMIT BOYZ, SHUT DEM 'UMIES UP!" Gulgrim turned and shouted the last bit at his boyz, pointing with his rifle at the screaming human batteries down below. As one, at least a dozen shootas turned and lined up at the railing, opening fire into the helpless screaming human batteries.

Despite the din of gunfire, the Ork found it easier to speak over the bullets than the screaming. "NOW DEN." the ork shouted over to the Space Marine. "SINCE YOU'Z ONE O' DEM 'ARD 'UMIES, AN' YOU AIN'T SHOOTIN' AT ME YET, ME GUESS IZ YA REALIZE YE'RE PROB'LY AS LOST AS WE ARE." After all, if Gulgrim was lost, with his Orky sense of direction, no mere Humie could know where they are. "WHICH MEANS YA NEED MY 'ELP. SO HERE'S DA DEAL. YOU DON'T SHOOT AT ME BOYS, YA DON'T GET IN ME WAY, AND YA LET ME GRAB DA LOOT, AN I'LL LET YOU AN' YER BOYZ DERE FOLLOW ME WHILE ME AN' MY BOYZ TEAR UP DIS 'ERE-AH ZOG IT I'M COMIN' OVER!" The Ork said, leaving his boyz to stride across the platform, weapons in hand but not raised, to at least within a distance he didn't have to shout to be heard.

"Now den. How about a-What da zog is it you humans call it? A not-shoot?" The ork says, looking down at the Space Marine, his cybork eye glowing red as it always does, his massive jaw set in a cheeky grin.

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