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The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)

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Shadow Chorus:
The Infinite WAAAGH!!! rocks under a shockwave, sparks flying as more computer banks spit flames, but the ship is made of stern stuff, and its krew recover quickly, a rising excitement thrumming through the decks at the prospect of another fight so soon after the last.

"Hahaha! Wot'd I tell ya!" Gulgrim bellows joyously, striding up behind the helm to look out the viewport at the oncoming Kitharsis, before scowling, recognizing the oncoming assailant. He looked over his shoulder at the Companions. "We doin' dis again? I gotta not krump somebody again cuz 'e's lost 'is mind? Feh, fine. Bettah keep me krooza intact. Mista Jagtoof, 'ard ta Port."

Gulgrim's frame begins to spark with green lightning, the anticipation of the fight already building again, with no need for a pause between battles. The Infinite WAAAGH!!! begins to turn hard, the oncoming Kitharsis disappearing from the viewport. This move might seem insane; presenting the broad side of the ship to an oncoming attack that is almost certainly going to punch through the hull.

"Alright Weirdboyz, everybody togevva now. Time fer a gud Jump." The Warboss's voice bellows and carries across the length of the ship as each of his Weirdboys hear his command and begin to focus their power in sync with their leader's. Gulgrim's green lightning begins to cascade into the floor and dance around the interior of the bridge, growing more intense with each second.

The avatar of Gork and Mork turns his head to look once more at the companions. "'Old on ta somefin' ladz. Don't know if you've evva been in a proppa Orky jump, but fings're about ta get weird."

And then everything goes Green as the entirety of the Infinite WAAAGH!!! and its passengers vanish in a burst of Orky lightning. The sensation for the uninitated is nothing short of reality-jarring; the feeling of having every part of yourself violently (for Orks can do nothing without it being violent) ripped apart and reassembled somewhere else, with the uncomfortable sense that perhaps whatever was doing the work on the jigsaw that was your existence wasn't all that caring on if he put all the parts back in the right order, so long as it got the picture mostly right. Fortunately, everyone seemed to come back into existence in largely the same configuration as they left, staring still at a slightly different arrangement of stars, with the charging Kitharsis slowly coming back into view as the Krooza finished its hard turn; only this time, the angle was retreating rather than oncoming, as the entire breadth of the massive Kill Krooza had repositioned itself behind the oncoming Tirthandaran.

"Well. If yer gonna fight ya'd betta get yerself kitted fer space. I'm not keen on' lettin' 'im wreck me Krooza." Gulgrim says, stomping his way back over to the rest of the group. "Wot we'z doin'?"

Soul Reaver:
Soul Reaver snaps out of his daze when he senses hostility from the crew onboard the Krooza.  His head snaps around just in time to see an unruly ork being kicked aside by Gulgrim.

He realizes then, as though coming out of a trance, that he has instinctively raised the Voidblade, still gripped in ice-encrusted hands.  Silently, the weapon flickered with darkness, sapping away sound, heat and life.

Gently, he unclasps his fist, and the voidblade evaporates as though it had never been... which, really, was true in a sense.

The weight of exhaustion washes over Soul Reaver and he stumbles, then sits down heavily onto the ground.  When Jharm comments on the missing companions, Soul Reaver acknowledges his statement with a quiet nod of his head.

Then suddenly, Soul Reaver feels Kitharsis' soul appear nearby... but not in the Krooza.  And even without seeing him, he can tell something is wrong.  He leaps to his feet, only for a shock wave to rock the entire ship and almost send him to the ground again.  Looking out of the view port, Soul Reaver sees the unmistakable form of Kitharsis directly ahead, coruscating with dark energy.

Oh no...

Gulgrim barks orders and the krooza judders as it turns hard to port.  A green flash envelops Soul Reaver, and for a moment he feels almost sick as he is forcefully wrenched through space.  The view has now changed, with the Krooza coming up behind Kitharsis.

Gulgrim, arcing with Waagh! lighting is clearly gearing up for a fight, but Soul Reaver furrows his brow.  He was exhausted, and his energies were not mustering the way they normally would when faced with such danger.

Instead, Soul Reaver sends a telepathic message directed at his friend.

"Kitharsis, what are you doing?!  The Eye of Terror has been conquered, the Dark Gods defeated!  Calm your passions and stand down!"

Veldanya Venalla:
The Seraphim is disrupted from his musings when the Orkish Krooza suddenly rocks violently as it is struck by something.

What in the Light?  Chaos forces that managed to escape the destruction of the Eye?

He gets his answer though when Gulgrim speaks up.

"We doin' dis again? I gotta not krump somebody again cuz 'e's lost 'is mind? Feh, fine. Bettah keep me krooza intact. Mista Jagtoof, 'ard ta Port."

Moments later Jharm is briefly overwhelmed by the rather jarring and disturbing sensation of his entire body being ripped apart and then slapped back together.  Gazing down at his armored form as if to determine if he was missing anything (and confirming he wasnt).  Moving closer to the viewport the Seraph mutters softly.

"By the Light...first Soul Reaver and now Kitharsis, and then add in the fact that both Mary and Cameron are missing....this is not good."

Reaching out mentally towards Kitharsis, he can easily sense the dark, malevolent power radiating through his friend.  He then gazes over his shoulder back towards Soul Reaver.

"Give the word and the Light shall once more stand against this newest face of Darkness."

Jharm had little doubt that Soul Reaver would be trying to contact the clearly disturbed Kitharsis, and waited to see what happens next.  His one hand hefting his large warhammer onto his shoulder as his other hand clenched tightly together as he watched the small figure, prepared to try and shield the vessel they were in if the attack continued.

Danyael:
Something was amiss, though he couldn't at the moment place what it was. But he certainly knew where. The eye may have been closed, but the lingering residue of battle still persisted in its 'absence'. And there was something more. Something... voracious. As his thoughts collected, his feet were already moving him out of the bridge, picking up in pace into his own variant of a 'jog' as he blurred into alacrity, then going into a full mad dash - looking for what would pass as a possible exit. He was still so very weak after the battle. Too weak to mount up fortifications around the ship. But he wasn't helpless. Soon enough, he found what he was looking for: an airlock.

The Yamato began to vibrate, first subtly, then more robustly so, as it magnetized itself to the floor's metal with a satisfying 'shhunk!' as it locked itself in place. Just in time, it seemed, as he looked through the viewport to a sight he'd not once ever thought to consider. Kitharsis, his dear friend, his brother in arms, presently appearing as anything but. In fact, just the opposite. And the power his friend was pulsing went beyond Danyael's understanding. How could he be exerting so much strength after a battle that left all of them so weakened? It didn't matter at present. Because the sudden lurch of WAAAGH! energy sent Danyael hard to his knees. It was dizzying and messy. And it was no surprise the Orks were so at home with such a force. Still weakened, he tried to shake off the residual effects. The yamato snarled with a quiet power of its own, to which Danyael synced with a touch, encasing him in an iridescent barrier of gold. Extending behind the weapon was a barrier of blue, closing off the corridor so none would be caught in the vacuum.

The barrier was flawed, he knew, as he wasn't anywhere near his own strength. But with the ship now training its cannons on his friend, he didn't have much choice. He clasped his quivering hand around the airlock's lever. The barrier would provide him temporary protection. Hopefully he would find a window of opportunity to either heal, or buy the companions time to mount their own offensive. "Clear!" he barked, pulling down and at the same time darting forward as the vacuum yanked him into the cosmos. The lack of gravity wasn't disorienting, so much as remembering how to master it was. The steps came back and he righted his position, soaring to the very top where he clamped down on the upper most summit of the ship.

Reaching out with his mind, not knowing if Kith would answer, he made his plea. "Kith, stand down! The fight's over! We won! There's no enemies here!"

Kitharsis:
"Kitharsis, what are you doing?!  The Eye of Terror has been conquered, the Dark Gods defeated!  Calm your passions and stand down!"

"Kith, stand down! The fight's over! We won! There's no enemies here!"

The words are muffled, distant.  Like rain tapping on the roof while in bed.  Easy enough to tune out, but noticeable as it starts.

Kitharsis.  What an odd name.  He chuckles, but no sensation shakes his chest.  Kitharsis...

More tapping on the roof.  Faint, but persistent.  Like steady rain, it fades into the background.  It does not rain often in the desert.  What an interesting development.


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One of them leaves the ship and clumsily makes his way to perch on top of the ship, Danyael the Nephilim.  One of his friends.  How nice of him to come.  Kitharsis wanted to show him what he gained.  He stares at Danyael as he pleads with him to stop.  Stand down he says.  Release the power flowing through him.  Abandon his newfound strength and glory and return to what?  The stunted existence he struggled through before?  The perversion of "purifying" this existence? 

No.  He would not.  The power flowing through him demands release.  It demands to feel the weak cower in its clutches, and he is happy to oblige.

Kitharsis, encased in darkness, raises an outstretched hand toward Danyael.  The obscene energy roiling around him surges forward in an instant.  Giant bony fingers manifest at the tip of the assault.  They grasp at Danyael as he sits exposed atop the Krooza.

Within the ship near each of the other companions, a small sphere of energy manifests in the air.  It quickly grows in size, bubbling and churning as it takes shape into a large bone golem.  It rivals Kitharsis in size and build and wields razor sharp claws.  The mass of bones waste no time in attacking Soul Reaver, Jharm and Gulgrim.

If you will not come out and play.  I will come to you.  A booming voice echoes in their heads. 

Danyael and the rest of the companions should be able to tell that this energy signature is most certainly not Kitharsis'.  It is malevolent and oppressive, far from the warmth of his typical presence.

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