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

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Cameron:
The previous thread was closed for length. Here is the last post from the previous thread.


--- Quote from: Sepher on January 26, 2015, 05:07:16 PM ---Focus less on the blade and more on the wielder. If he cannot move, then he cannot move the blade.  He has spells of binding and haste. He has powers of summoning.

He heard Danyael's voice in the din as he sat at the edge of the combat.  Sepher watched, Gauging, as soul's wings were sheared from his back. Control the battlefield. This was necessary. He finally seemed to notice the ichor raining down upon them. He threw some chaotic energy into the air swirling, deflecting the ichor enough so that it was not dumping on his head.

He watched, frowning as his spell seems to just wash over the guantlets and sword, but shatter what was left of the torso armor. Fortunately, his companions would gain a boon to their arms and armor such that no smith could ever forge the same. He clenched a fist and the spell settled in, allowing him to focus on other things.

As the bright crimson energy flashes out from soul, Sepher, being quite far away, throw's out his hand as if to block it, but instead, sucks the essence of the energy out, redirecting it into the start of his own spell just as a 5 meter explosion rocked the ground beyond him. He crouched, but was fortunately out of the range as a wave of debris roiled past. Waving his hand, dust and debris from in front of him is smacked away as he throws his hand out, just as Jharm's song begins, bolstering his efforts.

There was a moment of silence, before a loud crack and flash of light as a rift is torn open to another world. 6 bright silver and crimson shapes dart out as the energies crash shut, stranding the newly summoned wind daemons in this place. 6 Deamons, large winged serpents with cruelly toothed mouths and horns protruding, dart about with seemingly boundless enemies.

Sepher's eyes glowed crimson for a second and points at the hounds harassing fei and at soul reaver. He spoke, something dark sounding, but they seemed to cringe at his words as if they were painful, but darted away from him. Stabbing, slashing and darting, 2 of the Daemons darted among the hounds, harassing them like the wind itself as the others began to swirl around soul, attempting to puncture, slash and peirce as they could among the companion's attacks.

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Proceed.

Veldanya Venalla:
Post copied from previous thread

--- Quote from: Kitharsis on January 26, 2015, 02:28:26 PM ---Soul Reaver cannot be reached, that much is clear.  Kitharsis is not alone as he pleads to his friend, but their words fall on deaf ears.  Either by choice or by Blooddrinker's doing, the effect is the same.  The more Kitharsis watches Soul Reaver's actions, the more he is convinced that he is not in control of his own faculties.

A bright crimson flash surges from Soul Reaver's body.  Kitharsis raises his arm to shield his eyes, but he is too late in doing so.  He crouches down as the red tendrils from his tattoos circle around him, forming a sphere of protection until his sight returns.  He blinks and rubs his eyes with his forearm.  The spots begin to subside, but he doesn't release the sphere just yet.

The orange bolt of daemonic energy crashes and sends an explosion washing over him.  It tears away pieces of his shield as it passes.  The glowing shield fades, leaving a cracking hardened crystal sphere after the explosion passes.  Once the glow blinks out entirely the crystal shield cracks and falls away.

Deep black burns score his body where his shield was torn away.  The wounds are still smoking from the contact with the destructive daemonic energy.  It is now that he notices the thick pool of ichor on the floor.  The destructive liquid tests the mettle of his metal boots, but there is no time to ponder the structure of his footwear.

Jharm is wounded, and locked hilt to blade with Soul Reaver.  With a burst of light Jharm launches backwards, and after a rebuttal of words chanting can be heard. 

Hoping that the chanting hinders Soul Reaver as much as it is empowering himself, Kitharsis goes on the assault.

He breaks into a sprint toward Soul Reaver, horseman's pick in hand.  Tirthandaran energy pumps into the weapon, empowering it.  It begins to glow a fierce red as more and more energy flows into it.  With a grunt he performs a double handed swing at Soul Reaver.  The curved, bladed claw of his hammer is traveling in a blurred red streak toward his possessed companion.  In his maddened state, he hopes Soul Reaver does not catch onto his ruse, for Kitharsis holds the power of his blow.  He intends for Soul Reaver to parry his strike with Blooddrinker.  The charged energy in his hammer is merely to protect it from the raging power of the daemon sword.

If the two weapons connect, Kitharsis will twist the curved claw of his hammer around BloodDrinker in an effort to lock them together.  The tattoos on Kitharsis's arms will burst to life and wrap around the daemon blade, attempting to engulf the weapon.  He will then set his feet and pull mightily, trying to separate blade and master.

Should some other defence or retaliation come from Soul Reaver, a hefty bag of sand sits at Kitharsis's waist.  It is primed and ready to come to his defence.

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Soul Reaver:
Soul Reaver snarls in satisfaction as his talon cuts through Jharm’s armour.  However, his follow-up attack is blocked by the seraphim’s quick thinking.  For a few moments the malignant Blooddrinker and the seraphim’s mighty hammer are locked together, giving off an ear-splitting screech, until there is a burst of light and Jharm backs off.  He again takes to the safety of the air, his glowing eyes looking down upon the crazed warrior.

"I have tried to settle this peacefully.  Light knows I do not WANT to kill you Soul Reaver.  Enough is enough however.  It is clearly evident that HE has seized full control, and that is not something I can ignore any longer.  I do not know what it is that I did that seems to have angered you so, but it seems as if it matters little at this point."

Soul Reaver glares back, but he replies with nothing but dark sorcerous words as he begins to weave another spell.

Mentally, Jharm attempts to contact Soul Reaver, but Blooddrinker’s defences are still too strong.  Only a handful of words slip through.

I…. ….wronged you…. …everything I…. do….

As Soul Reaver continues his chanting, a painful noise begins to fill his ears.  As it builds to a crescendo, his spell falters and he takes a step backward, raising his forearm as if to shield himself. 

"Behold Blooddrinker! The Chant of Nelathia!  Hear the joyous words radiate through your twisted and corrupted being!  Feel the cleansing might of the Light wash over you!  Observe the purity of Her majesty and beauty!"

A look of fury crosses Soul Reaver’s face, but there is pain in those eyes as well.  The Doomhounds cringe at the noise, but do not relent in their grip – their loyalty to their master overriding all other concerns.

Then, there is a booming roar as the Ork rises to his feet again.  Shouldn’t he be dead by now!?  Soul Reaver whirls around as green blasts of energy fly from the warboss, screaming through the air and then converging on Soul Reaver from all sides while the warboss opens fire with his heavy guns from the front.   Soul Reaver curses as his Retribution Shield flares brightly, but it is insufficient to completely stop the onslaught.  Blooddrinker slashes in an arc at the blasts coming from Soul Reaver’s right side, and they explode harmlessly into a shower of green sparks as the blade strikes them.  The blasts from the left however punch through the shield.  Soul Reaver’s shadowy left arm attempts to block them, but even weakend by the shield, they strike with enough force to slam the warrior sideways into the black mire.

Soul Reaver rolls as he hits the ground and is back on his feet in a single quick motion.  He can see the Ork coming toward him, and hear his earsplitting roar.  Soul Reaver gives a momentary grin – the bloodthirsty roar was helping to drown out the painful choir that had been plaguing him.

He takes this opportunity to perform a quick gesture with his talon.  Suddenly the bullets coming toward him begin to glow white-hot and then vaporize mid-flight about two meters before reaching him, as though hitting an invisible barrier.

Elsewhere, Sepher summons his demon host to the battle, but Soul Reaver is already otherwise occupied as Kitharsis is upon him, the horseman’s pick descending lighting fast.  To counter the blow, Soul Reaver raises Blooddrinker, which crashes against the hammer with a horrible crackling.  Arcs of energy surge over Soul Reaver’s blade as Kitharsis twists his pick around, the hook catching firmly in the elaborate flanges at the base of Blooddrinker’s blade.

Kitharsis’ tattoos blaze into life and tendrils of power wrap around the sword and the mighty Kitharsis braces his mighty thews in an attempt to wrench the blade from Soul Reaver’s grasp.

Sepeher’s demons close in on Soul Reaver, sinking their fangs into the exposed flesh on his right arm and leg, but he ignores the pain, his attention focussed entirely on maintaining his vice-like grip against the efforts of the titan before him.

Blooddrinker spits as it beings to consume the energy wrapped around its blade, and in turn, a surge of hot power flows up Soul Reaver’s warm.  Dark, swirling energy twists around him.  Above the din of the battle, the roar and choir, Soul Reaver’s voice blares out deafeningly.

“HAVE I NOT GIVEN ENOUGH ALREADY?!  WOULD YOU TAKE WHAT LITTLE I HAVE LEFT?!!”

Blooddrinker’s blade bulges almost like an organic thing, pulsing grotesquely, the cracks along the blade spreading.  Tendrils of red steel burst from the handle and, agonizingly, plunge themselves into Soul Reaver’s forearm.  Like hideous snakes they knit themselves through his muscle and bone, fusing the blade to his arm.  Soul Reaver cries out in genuine pain, but even if he were willing, he is unable to let go.

Then, with a snap, his eyes focus on Kitharsis again.  Suddenly, with a surge of raw, hate-filled strength, he wrenches Blooddrinker to the side so the blade points straight at Kitharsis, and lunges forward, using the Tirthandaran’s own efforts to draw the blade toward his former friend’s chest.

In the same instant, Soul Reaver speaks a word of magic and a blanket of Silence falls over the battlefield – all sounds but his own roars are muted so they are barely at the edge of hearing, snuffing out the angelic choir and swallowing Gulgrim’s roars even as they leave his mouth.

Pandemonium erupts across the battlefield.  The black ichor has been spreading the corrupting energies of Inferno until it lies thick, and now this begins to manifest.   Next to Soul Reaver, a pair of Cruelbeasts, their massive, thickly muscled bodies bristling with spines, burst from the ichor and seize Sepher’s demons in their taloned hands, wrenching them gorily from Soul Reaver’s body and starting to wring the life from them.

A little further away, two misshapen Daemonspawn pull themselves from the mire and make their way toward Sepher, weapons raised.  Meanwhile, as Sepher’s demons finish savaging the Doomhounds – who crumble into a fine black dust – two more leap onto them from behind, snarling and sinking their venomous fangs into the demons’ bodies.

And finally, between Gulgrim and Soul Reaver, a massive figure rises, as broad as it is tall, its entire body gleaming in dark armour – a Steelheart, carrying an enormous, serrated two-handed sword.  Rivulets of blackness flow over its metal form as Gulgrim’s bullets ricochet off it in wild showers of sparks.  It wordlessly stomps to intercept the Ork, unafraid and unmoved by the warboss' fury.

Fei:
Upon severing the blackened wings of Soul Reaver, Fei is acosted by a pair of doomhounds that latch onto his legs giving Soul Reaver just enough time to blast Fei with a rend spell at close distance.  The venom of the doomhounds was more of a nuisance to Fei who purged the toxins with the control of his own blood.

An eruption of blood, entrails and sinew cascades from the Vampire's body in a fountain of gore over the immediate area.    At this precise moment Soul Reaver, or the one in control might have realized the folley with such a tactic at such a close distance with the vampire.
"So you like blood, eh?" Through the bloody mist, Fei's fangy grin can be seen as the fountain of blood washes over Soul Reaver.  "By all means, have some of mine."

Within that moment Fei's blood turns into a purplish black tar like substance which adheres to all exposed flesh, becoming a crippling  supernatural contact venom to any foes within the area, be them mortal or demon.

As demons begin to errupt from the ground, Fei's body blurs out of existence. "I'll be right back. Wait here for me, would you? We've still got a few words to exchange." Fei mocks at Soul Reaver to break his concentration with Kitharsis right before he begins chanting the silence spell.  Then he re-appears, in what appears to be two locations at once before Sepher.

Fei looks back at Sepher and nods in appreciation.

Fei's physical body appears to have suffered a great wound. His abdomen and chest are split open like a fractured quartz, his innards pulsing and swirling with abyssal magic.  For a mortal being, this would would clearly be fatal, but Fei's undead body appears to be unimpeded by the chasm carved across his torso.

His body scattering once again, Fei reappears between both the demon spawn and Sepher's demons as the demonspawn leaped in for the kill. In an instant of sword strikes too quick to see, the two demon spawns attacking Sepher's demons are shredded into a thousand pieces which are scattered high into the air before they make contact with Sepher's own demons.

Fei is gone just as quickly as his attack began, leaving only traces of afterimages wisping away.

Shadow Chorus:
Gulgrim's advance stops as Soul Reaver summons up a new creature to attack him. He looks up at the towering creature and grins, chuckling even though his noise cannot be heard. He stamped his foot, and in a flash of lightning, a squad of Boyz appeared. Though he made no sound, his mouth very clearly said 'more', and he stomped again, another squad appearing. "more. more. More. MORE. MORE!" Each time Gulgrim stamped his feet, green lightning spat forth from nowhere, depositing squads of soldiers until Gulgrim was at the head of a small army of Orks. He waved his Kutlass forward and the Orks opened fire, shootas spitting hell at Soul Reaver and the creatures he summoned. Their bullets were skipping harmlessly off of the Steelheart, however, and Gulgrim smirked, figuring that this would be his own to kill.

Giving his kutlass a quick twirl, he set forward again, lightning crackling along his form and up the length of his kutlass. With an earth-shattering push, Gulgrim launched himself at the Steelheart, blade held high, and just before he came into striking range of the creature, he vanished in a bolt of lightning, reappearing directly above its head, Blade falling and gravity bringing the Ork with it, spitting Green fire from his mouth and bringing his empowered Kutlass down towards the Steelheart's head. Bullets skipped off of Gulgrim's armor and off the Steelheart as his Orks wantonly opened fire on the area, aiming for Soul Reaver and any of his demons that were present.

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