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Author Topic: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)  (Read 37743 times)

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Abbadon breathes heavily as he swings around to face the group of companions fighting him once more. He is bloodied and bruised, but not yet close to beaten. Blood drips from the Talon of Horus, and the demon sword Drach'nyen howls with fury, it's thirst unquenched.

He gazes on the remaining companions. They have put up an amazing fight. He cannot remember the last time he had been challenged to this degree. Yet this battle has raged for far too long. Most moments pass like an instant to the close to immortal Chaos warrior, but this fight... it feels like he has been fighting this fight for years.

Some of the companions have fallen by the wayside. The one known as Diego had apparently run out of ammo and had retreated. Abbadon had not bothered to trace him: he would hunt down anyone remaining after he had finished with these fools. If Diego was lucky, he would be struck down by another before Abbadon located him.

He had controlled the one known as Sypher like a puppet for some time, but the creature had wrested enough control away from him to escape through a warp gate. Abbadon assured himself that the creature would not be making the mistake of venturing into the Eye again.

The insolent Xeno, who had taken Abbadon's money willingly enough but then had turned on him quickly once money was offered from the other side... predictable. He had out up a good fight, but had been predictably... disposed of.

But still, these fools press on. And Abbadon is starting to feel the battle taking it's toll. His armor is cracked. He feels pain in places that he forgot he could even feel pain in. His helm has split in two, and with a swift gesture, he rips it from his head. His pale, scarred face is revealed. His eyes are unblinking black pools, threatening to devour the soul of anyone who makes eye contact. And he grins, revealing teeth that were sharpened into points long ago. His soul aura whirls about him, filled with the screaming faces of his countless victims, and he speaks to the warriors before him.

"I must admire your tenacity. But the time for games is over. Come to me, so that we may end this farce!"

Abbadon hovers off the ground and awaits the mortal who would be foolish enough to be the first to strike.

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BATTLE!
Opponent: Abbadon the Despoiler (2nd Round)
Number of Enemies: 1
Difficulty: Boss
God-Modding: Fuck no.

There is an OOC companion post for this post, read before replying.
« Last Edit: July 08, 2010, 02:02:08 AM by Cameron Aileron »

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #1 on: July 08, 2010, 05:48:39 AM »
The battle had raged fiercely until now, and this momentary lull most certainly would not last.  Even so, it was a chance to survey the situation.

Soul Reaver stood, his body streaked with blood from the battle - much of it his own, some of it not.  His cape was torn, and his armour showed numerous rents and chips.  His shoulders heave as he takes deep breaths, and both his hands are locked on Blooddrinker's hilt with almost feverish strength.

With every blow that had been struck, he had felt more power welling up within him, burning through his veins, scorching him from within.  He felt like a sealed vessel, still filling with flame despite being ready to burst.  His hatred for Abaddon almost made him sick.

Not once during the battle had his eyes wavered from his quarry.  He watches as Abaddon rises into the air and issues his challenge, probing for a weakness, for a moment of distraction.  None arrive.

Then he would create his own.

Even as Abaddon still speaks, Soul Reaver bares his teeth as he murmurs words of magic.  The syllables sound strange and distorted, falling from his lips like a toxic ichor.  As he speaks, his magic swirls around him, and a distant metallic clinking can be heard.

Soul Reaver shouts back at Abaddon defiantly.

"I will take that challenge!"

Sword held back to strike, Soul Reaver leaps forward... and simultaneously, thousands of razor-edged, spinning, bat-like metallic constucts swarm from the air behind him, trailing clouds of dark magic  They heave and expand outwards in all directions behind the leaping Soul Reaver, ready to simultaneously eviscerate Abaddon from above, below, and his flanks as the roaring Soul Reaver attacks from the front.
« Last Edit: July 08, 2010, 11:27:48 PM by Soul Reaver »

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #2 on: July 08, 2010, 11:52:28 AM »
The evil radiating off of the grim creature in front of Faidth was nauseating. It seethed off Abaddon in waves before reaching the form of the Fyrellian, who shuddered with uneasiness.

Still, she knew that she would not have any hope of ever reaching home again if the people she was to trust with her return were to be defeated. Faidth watched as Abaddon discarded his helmet, letting it fall to the ground, only to reveal his grotesque face.

She swept her hands forward and they began to pulse with a dim, glowing, orange light. Heat began to pour from her palms and she focused all of her attention upon the discarded helmet and the armor that Abaddon wore. She could feel many natural elements, though several had been eroded with the powers of chaos he commanded. She even sensed other components... terribly macabre additions that the creature had likely added himself: bones, flesh, blood, and the remnants of fractured souls.

Slowly, Faidth's Atom Transfiguration began to take effect. Shards of plasteel fractured within his armor, forming small flechettes with which Faidth could strike. With a quick wave of her hand, they would begin to bore inwards, towards his unsuspecting flesh.

The helmet, she had special use for. It was cruel, yes... but she was certain that this creature deserved no mercy. A gout of annihilating heat poured from her hands and encompassed the helmet. The metal began to liquify into small beads of melted plasteel. She raised her hands upward, and her pupils were simply gone as the entirety of her eyes were little more than glowing orange orbs.

She directed these molten beads of metal towards every orifice on the creature's face. She began to reform them into minute balls of metal, each laden with small, exceedingly dangerous spurs. If even a few would succeed in entering his body, they would deal a great deal of damage from the inside out.
« Last Edit: July 08, 2010, 11:54:06 AM by Faidth »

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #3 on: July 08, 2010, 10:59:17 PM »
Abbadon having avoided the brunt of Danyael’s initial attack, the nephilim lord was less than pleased, though all the same unfazed. Projecting his essence to the surface, he walked through the ground as if it were mere steps, his now white cloak billowing in the after winds. The vibrations of the land rippling through the threads of muscle and vein as easily as bloodflow. His black cloaked companion, while still present about the battlefield, was nowhere to be seen, or so it appeared.

His distance from Abbadon was, curiously, further than prior, though his presence seemed spread across the battlements; both closer and farther than the companions and their prey. In one view, he could see the warmaster within a hand’s reach, while in another, he could see the building engagement from afar and back to his present, physical standing. He could feel everywhere and amusingly at place simultaneously, his connection to the world all the more bolstering his standing.

Dipping into the wellspring, and with a vivid shink!, he unsheathed an arrowhead styled longsword from the ether, partially wrapped in a blood red sash that flapped in motions too unnatural for even winds to puppeteer. His frame pulsing with foreign powers to which he was all too familiar, his eyes opened to reveal irises of deep, reflective green, veiled only by the dimness of his trademark style of an upraised hood to partially conceal his visage in flickering shadows. 

He approached from his position so many yards away, a simple forward stance adorning his march as he held the sword diagonally behind him, as if preparing for an overhead slash. His steps were steady, fast and yet appeared miraculously as if he were walking at the same time, all the while not making a single sound. His eyes, beneath the sheen of green, darted in directions so fast and too numerous that they appeared as blurred orbs, spinning without cease. He felt the heat beneath the ground as he felt the air miles above. He felt the vibrations of the companions like he could feel the beat of his own heart. And he felt the vile hoggishness of the chaos warmaster who was far and near at the same time.

Every step he took came in the company of hissing snickering, though the source could not be traced to him. The closer he came, all seemed calm about him, all save for his shadow; which waved and clapped of its own volition. At each turn, when it would sprout to life, one could pick out the distinct apparition of dozens of misty white slits which blinked and batted with their own timing. Another few steps closer and the slits grew mouths and the phantasms became faces frozen in an infinite cackle, bursting from the darkness in the shapes of living shadows number at two dozen strong as the Nocturne Kenshi were once again brought into the living world.

A swift command from his free hand and his minions bolted with such speed that they seemingly vanished and appeared stretching their numbers to spread out behind him, their invisible steps burning a smoking, ashen circle comprised of symbols and calligraphy of a long forgotten language. Another silent command from the nephilim lord sent them back into the ether, visibly having made no attack toward the chaos warmaster.

Onward Danyael marched, sword firmly in hand, ready for a killing blow and the faint semblance of an inner vibration about the blade that was quickly gaining in intensity.

He watched as an old friend rushed in for the kill while a new friend prepared an assembly of fortitude of her own. He watched Soul rush their enemy while he was also aware of this new warrior readying her own arsenal for a full frontal attack. Still on his approach, he lifted the fingers of his free hand to his lips, kissed them and projected his will deep into the grounds below, reaching out to the young warrior physically too far from him. “Take caution.” the voice of his mind reached out to hers while still connected with the waking world.

Letting the tip of his blade kiss the ground, its smooth edges skirted up white embers as it scrapped across the ground. He felt the force building in his legs, moving down from the flesh, through the blood, to the bone and piercing the marrow, slithering from the shins and flushing through the ground where he found the force to kneel low and vault himself into the sky with such speed he appeared to have vanished into the distance, the only proof of his existence preceded by the roaring thunder of a sonic boom.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #4 on: July 09, 2010, 11:24:22 AM »
Fei stands at 50 paces from Abbadon but barely an instant in time."It's finally gotten personal... that is exactly what I wanted to hear."  Fei's voice resonates through the air with a sense of content.  With a quick swiping gesture with the Kurusunami, the paired blades burn backwards like cigarettes into Fei's grip and disappearing in wisps of black smoke. 

Abbadon's helmet clatters to the ground revealing the man behind the mask.  Dipping down low with a grounded stance, Fei brings his arms down and around behind him in a sweeping motion, reality rippling and trailing like water around his hands.  Crimson droplets of vitae float along the stream, weightlessly following his hands as he brings them up and around, creating a circular pattern of blood that spins in a wide circle before him like the boundaries of a gateway.

Bringing his hand before his face, he clenches his fist.  The droplets before him form a perfect ring of blood and turn to a polished black glass as well as the space within its borders.  When viewed through, viewable are the creatures of shadow.  The various horrors stop to look  from within begin to approach, seeking freedom.

Plunging his hand through the gateway, the glass wavers and refracts.  Black tendrils uncoil from the other side and dart and lasso, hooking into his companions shadows, linking them to the gateway.  With a vicious pull backwards, the gateway shatters, the shards scattering to the ground.

Blackened flames emanate from the shards like flares, and from the smoke unfurls featureless shadow forms that are strikingly similar to those of Fei's companions.

With a commanding gesture, Fei points at Abbadon and the shadowy dopplegangers howl like banshees in the night before dashing towards him through the air, weapons drawn, their forms stretched and trailing behind them.


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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #5 on: July 10, 2010, 08:28:12 PM »
As Abaddon removes his helmet one being is unintimidated by the sight before him.  Almost as if an exact opposite, golden glowing eyes gaze at black orbs of pure evil as Jharm listens to the challenge set before him and his comrades.  He watches as his comrades launch one attack or another at the vile creature.  Knowing that they must not fail in the battle, the Seraphim kneels down and begins to utter a chant.   As the chant continues a circle of golden light appears under him, glowing brighter and brighter until suddenly the chant stops and the ring flashes brightly and then disappears, a feeling of courage and bravery washing over the companions.  Seeing that with all of the attacks currently headed towards Abaddon, Jharm decides to hang back to see the results, standing ready to aid his allies with either healing or defense should they need it.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #6 on: July 11, 2010, 05:33:54 PM »
Kitharsis rubs his hand over his forehead as he sits up.  Rubble falls down his chest and bounces to the ground as he rises.  He shakes off whatever hit him, his mohawk flicking back and forth as he does so.  His left hand reaches beside him and grasps the handle of his warhammer.  The runes on the head flash red when his hand wraps fully around the weapon.  Kitharsis pushes off the ground and rises to his feet.  The rest of the rubble rains down below him.

How did I come to be lying on the ground...?  He thinks to himself.

No matter, there were more important issues at hand.  Abbadon was proving to be more resilient than anticipated.  Kitharsis's tattoos flash bright red for a moment as his frustration grows.  The bag of sand at his hip calls to him, begging to be set free to assault their foe. 

His companions were assaulting The Despoiler all around him.  Lethal projectiles were flying through the air like mad.  A sonic boom marks Danyael's accent into the air as their shadows themselves rise from the void and rush Abbadon.

There were too many projectiles for a head on assault at the moment.  But once they pass there would be an opening to approach from Abbadon's rear.  Kitharsis makes his decision.  He takes off to the left, circling around the melee.  His left palm begins to glow as he runs. 

Once there is no danger getting in the crossfire of the projectiles Kitharsis activates the rune for speed on his shoulder and leaps at Abbadon from behind.  His warhammer is fully charged with Tirthandaran energy.  A two-handed blow is directed squarely at Abbadon's back.


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Kelvack is standing hunched over, off to the side.  His mouth is hanging open as he breathes heavily.  Four replicas of himself are standing behind him, doing the same.  Their bodies are still composed solely of energy.  The edges of their skin are blurry.  Gusts of wind catch the tails of tiny strands of energy that are tying to escape.

“This usually works a little quicker than this...”  One in the back says, between gasps of breath.

“Shut it, we all know that!”

“Don't yell at me, you idiot!”

The two Kelvack's in the back begin to brawl behind the others.  Kelvack in the front smacks his palm into his forehead and growls.

“Everyone back!  Now!”

The four figures lurch forward and are quickly absorbed into Kelvack's back.  Shaking his head, he stands there alone, watching the battle rage on before him.  His body wavers like an out of tune television.  Then, like a propane torch running out of fuel, his body sputters and extinguishes. 

Kelvack stands in what one would can a human's body.  His face is strained and he is still gasping for air. 

“I shouldn't be this tired.  Something is wrong here...”  He says as he goes to one knee, his hand hitting the ground hard and kicking up a small cloud of dust.  “This is not the time or the place to be having some sort of weird breakdown...  Dammit!”

He pounds the ground with his fist, cracking the rock below him.  He raises his fist again, this time his eyes go bright green at the apex of his swing.  His fist hits the ground again, but instead of cracking the rock he tears open a warp gate below him.  A shield snaps around Kelvack as he falls through the gate.

The gate dumps him out at his compound inside a small planet a galaxy away.  He lands in a heap on the floor.  Fluorescent lights flicker on as the compound begins to power up.  Kelvack grunts as he rolls over onto his back.

Staring at the lights above him, his thoughts go out to his companions. 

I'm sorry...

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #7 on: July 19, 2010, 12:15:16 AM »
Abbadon roars in approval as Soul Reaver begins to charge. As the immortal warrior surges forward, a veritable cloud of razor-edged constructs swarm out from behind him, darkening the sky. Abbadon leaps into action quickly. Lunging forward, he plunges into the oncoming cloud, parrying most of the blades with the Talon of Horus. The gauntlet's anti-matter field knocks the vast majority of the small constructs off their mark, and most just graze Abbadon or chink off his power armor. At the same time, Abbadon meets Soul Reaver and uses his other hand to bring up Drach'nyen. The daemon blade cleanly parries Soul Reaver's attack, and Abbadon prepares to swing into a counter.

But then pieces of his massive Terminator armor begin to stab him from within. Abbadon roars in surprise and disengages from Soul Reaver, attempting to impose his will over his armor once more. It is this movement and this movement alone that allows him to just catch the incoming molten balls in the corner of his vision. Acting quickly, Abbadon allows his corrupted Soul Aura to burst forth. The whirling field of screaming faces surrounds him and sweeps the metal spurs off target. Still being stabbed by the inside of his armor, Abbadon is distracted by Danyael's sonic boom and looks up to find the source, leaving himself wide open for Fei's attack.

The shadowy Fei doppelgangers blow right past Abbadon, cutting through armor and flesh with their weapons. Abbadon howls in pain and lashes out at them, only to then be struck in the back by Kitharsis's hammer and sent crashing to the ground. The Chaos Lord lands in a heap. He quickly rises to his feet again, cursing under his breath, turning to face the last person who hit him, Kitharsis.

But Abbadon finds his attention drawn yet again. This time by... music? Is that a guitar?

Abbadon turns to find the Elemental warrior Karyl, electric guitar in hand. He strums a few more chords, and then swings the instrument over his shoulder like a bat, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh YEAH, baby! Number 1 in Imperial Space and still rocking the charts! Here's another show stopper from yours truly."

The Elemental leaps forward. As he approaches Abbadon he times a huge home-run swing at his head with the guitar, but Abbadon vanishes as the swing is about to connect. Appearing behind him, Abbadon swings out his Talon to skewer the cocky upstart, the anti-matter field crackling with energy...

Until it makes contact with Karyl. The anti-matter field inexplicably shuts off, and the now mundane Talon scratches harmlessly off of the armored plates underneath Karyl's jacket. Abbadon stares dumbfounded at the blades. Not once had they ever malfunctioned since he had taken the Talon from Horus. Something must be-

"BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG"

Abbadon takes the business end of Karyl's musical axe directly in the face and is thrown 50 yards. The instrument releases a sour chord that rings across the battlefield. The shamed Chaos Lord crashes through a ruined support wall and rubble collapses on top of him. Karyl cheers wildly.

"YES! What a hit! Another grand slam for the intrepid musical dynamo, Karyl Sheed-"

Karyl's celebration is short lived. Abbadon bursts from the pile of rock and hits Karyl with the full force of his bulk at near sonic speeds. He smashes the defenseless Elemental into the ground with the force of a meteor impact, leaving the bard embedded into the ground. Rising back into the air, Abbadon roars with anger and turns to face the other companions, knowing that they have probably used this delay to prepare more attacks.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #8 on: July 19, 2010, 01:17:57 AM »
Faidth glances sympathetically upon Karyl, who is firmly embedded in the ground. She moves to aid him, but realizes he has likely just sacrificed his consciousness, or at the very least, his mobility, so that the others could continue to assail Abbadon. She was pleased that her Atom Transfiguration was successful at distracting the furious Chaos Lord, as well as it's capability to inflict a considerable about of damage, but she wasn't yet done using Abaddon's body against him.

Before he can turn to face her, Faidth takes a flanking position and rushes forward; the impressive weapon of the behemoth denizen of darkness is her obvious target. Electricity crackles within her fingertips as she takes a line from Karyl's songbook. Her Stun ability begins to surge through her body sending coursing shocks of vibrant blue light towards her knuckles. Drawing her deceptively strong fists back, she aims to strike two blows to the defiler before her.

The first blow is trained on his head. Her Stun ability affects organics as well as synthetics, and as such, it should succeed in buying them at least a little more time. She focuses the second blow on the enormous claw upon his right hand. Should the blow connect, it will render the Talon unusable, at least for a brief amount of time.

Faidth's intention is to throw Abbadon off balance by interrupting his bodily and combat actions. Though the attack will likely not inflict any damage, it is her hope that this further delay in his actions will allow the others to prosper.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #9 on: July 19, 2010, 06:12:02 PM »
Soul Reaver snarls in rage as Blooddrinker is deflected... and the blade itself seems to growl in unison.  He thuds back onto the ground, the rapidly spinning metallic constructs whizzing around him in large, twisting ribbons.  He suddenly senses a change in the energies around him - it seems that Kelvack has left them.

Never mind.  Only a fool would rely on that one.

Soul Reaver spins around to see the other companions striking at Abaddon.  Fei has already completed his attack as Kitharsis' warhammer smashes Abaddon square in the back, and Karyl can be seen approaching in the distance.  The packed melee gives Soul Reaver some time to prepare for battle.

Soul Reaver intones harsh words and gestures in the air, his hands trailing wisps of red and purple energy.  Dark power surges through his body.  His muscles bulge and veins start to throb as his face twists with rage.  Crimson fire flickers in his eyes.  Soul Reaver grits his teeth as he suppresses the urge to leap straight into battle.

As Karyl is smashed to the ground, Soul Reaver prepares a second spell.  Abaddon was using his gauntlet to counter most enemy attacks - Soul Reaver would see if he could counter it with his own.  Chanting again, he runs the metal-clad forearm of his free hand against Blooddrinker's blade.  Sparks fly and metal screeches.  A sizzling noise builds as arcs of red lightning run up the sword and into the Black Steel Gauntlet.  When the spell completes, the gauntlet is suffused by a standing field of crackling power, sparking and spitting furiously in all directions.

As Soul Reaver looks up from his spellcasting, Abaddon has regained his footing, but Faidth is moving in for an attack of her own.  Soul Reaver charges regardless, and his face breaks out into a mad grin when he realizes the target of Faidth's attack.  This would be perfect.

The whirling metallic constructs fan out behind Soul Reaver as he brings his sword down in a hard, curving arc towards Abaddon.  He suspects that Abaddon will counter the attack, but intends, with a flick of his wrist, to twist Drach'nyen aside and create an opening to seize Abaddon's talon in his own crackling, gauntleted fist.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #10 on: July 21, 2010, 12:29:20 PM »
So many lights of vibrant colors flourished below as his companions fought a stalwart offensive against their enemy. One of the brighter lights came from the divine, clerical powers of none other than Jharm himself - the Seraphim using his abilities as field defense and support, one of the more tactful decisions in this bout. But when he saw a different spike of energy claim the emptiness around the warriors, he was awed to see the very shadows themselves eject from the hold of their masters, finding a new master to mold them as he saw fit, sculpting them into shrieking replicants of themselves. The shade warriors were a nice touch. He had to admit, he liked this man. If his shadow were a real shadow instead of one of many portals for the Nocturne Kenshi, he would have enjoyed seeing a shade version of himself join the fray.  But a sudden dip in the well of power made Danyael consciously aware of a thinning in the companions’ numbers. Kelvack was no longer among the vanguard. An unfortunate declination of allies against a foe where as many as possible were necessary. 

The black hooded warrior made his appearance once again, this time seemingly from nowhere, just as Karyl soared overhead. The reaction was delayed, though timely all the same, as hands touched the earth, allowing the grounds themselves to open and catch Karyl in a cushioning embrace, dampening the impact by folding in on itself. To the untrained eye, it would appear as a collision, contrary to the truer nature beneath. “Be still.” a different voice said as a cocoon of bramble and vine twined around the elemental in an attempt to shield him from the battle that claimed the brunt of his health. A sudden quake shivered through the warrior’s body as he made a straight glance toward Faidth.and the Tirthandara Be wary of the Soul Reaver. Keep your distance.

The cracks in Abbadon’s armor didn’t go unnoticed. Another twang! resounded in a fusillade of sound made physical, parting the cloudscape in a full, circular radius as Danyael descended from the sky, brandishing two crescent bladed reflective black swords. Sound resonated around him in an unending bell toll; heightening in decibel after decibel as he touched down to the ground, a miniature shockwave spreading from his feet upon landing. The twin swords appeared still in his hands, their only motions prompted by the consistent vibration of sound reverberating around their edges. Then they began to spin, taking the blurred shape of wheeling black discs, further heightening the thrumbing hum to such a degree that it generated its own breeze. A pop of his neck and he was gone, swishing forward as all time around him slowed to a crawl.

As Kith lands a debilitating blow with his warhammer, Danyael bolts by, cracking his swords down, though not to hit the despoiler, rather colliding the blades with one another a centimeter in front of his armor, keening a high note strong enough to expand the cracks along the warmaster’s armor - before vanishing in the same split second of speed.

He crosses back by Faidth just as she fires an attack at Abbadon’s head, clashing his swords immediately after the attack, continuing on his high speed path away. Though the attack didn’t noticeably make any contact with the despoiler, it did serve to increase the possible damage done by Faidth by coupling another deafening sonic boom in his wake. In real time, it would only appear as a whisp of wind preceding an intense, mind numbing tone.

Still in high speed, reversed direction, dashing back toward the despoiler, crossing by Soul Reaver as the nephilim lord cracked another high note with his blades, this one stronger than the first, right at the center Abbadon’s chestplate.

He dashed over and over again, every attack overlapping the other as the vicinity around the warmaster was blurred white by the crossing attacks of the nephilim lord, each attack preceded by the deafening twang! of the swords now connecting both in unison and against Abbadon’s armor; the latter attacks increasingly stronger than the former, until all one could hear was a single increasing tone comprised of tens of hundreds more.

Further away, another black hooded warrior approached, two peculiarly foreign weapons in his hands. In one hand was an eight bladed sword in the likeness of a large fan. In the other was a massive curved sword whose blade appeared to have once been three swords now fused into one, giving it a three-crescents appeal. A bestial snarl rumbled through his fangs as the light reflected from the blades, briefly revealing a face that could only be... Danyael?
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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #11 on: July 23, 2010, 01:15:18 PM »
The Seraphim watches as Karyl lands a successful attack on Abaddon, only to be crushed into the ground by his counterattack.  Jharm raises his right hand to his face and as he closes his palm, his entire hand begins to glow white.  He then opens his hand back up and aims his palm at the area Karyl is currently imbedded in.  A faint flash of white can be seen as the heal spell washes over Karyl's unmoving form.

"There, that should help stabilize him at least, I just hope it helps."

He then hefts his massive warhammer and launches himself into the sky.  As he soars higher and higher, the head of his hammer begins to glow brighter and brighter until it is clearly visible from the ground miles below.  Suddenly Jharm stops his ascent and soars downwards, aiming directly at Abaddon, the light trailing backwards until it appears as if a bright white comet is headed directly for Abaddon.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #12 on: July 24, 2010, 06:38:12 PM »
Kitharsis grips his warhammer more tightly as Abbadon turns and faces him.  The rune for speed on his shoulder was fading back to its normal black color.  The Tirthandara begins walking towards the Despoiler intently.  The tattoos on his arms slowly beginning to glow.

Before he can face Abbadon, one of the elementals comes forth and lands a hefty blow.  Kitharsis narrows his eyes, being robbed of his chance to trade blows with their enemy directly.

Faidth and Soul Reaver enter in close quarters with Abbadon, both reaching for his Talons.  Jharm had launched into the air and was streaming from the sky like a falling star.  Kitharsis did not want to be nearby when the Seraphim lands.  Danyael was whizzing by, soon faster than Kitharsis could track.  The high pitched sounds coming from his swords  sharp, probably a sonic attack.

Kitharsis slips the warhammer into its sheath on his belt and takes off in a sprint.  As he runs his left hand begins to glow behind his clenched fist.  Upon reaching his desired position he stops and braces himself.  He raises his left hand towards Abbadon and opens his palm.  The circle on his hand was glowing intensly, the buildup of energy was sending tremors down his arm.  He braces his arm with his right hand as he lines up Abbadon.

After Faidth and Soul Reaver perform their attacks a huge blast of Tirthandaran energy careens towards Abbadon, aimed at his flank.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #13 on: August 01, 2010, 11:08:21 PM »
"Blood so sweet... so sweet to drink, so nice to drink. Blood so red, so very red... so nice to kill... kill....kill…Kill Kill Kill KILL KILL KILL"

Sepher took a deep breath as voices called to him, sang to him in their sweet seductive voice. His fists curled tightly around the haft of his pole arm, his muscles bulging as he forcibly repressed the voices into the corners of his mind.

I will not let them have what is mine, Sepher thought to himself, but was soon brought out of his little trance by what was going on.

The battle still raged on around him and his companions. Diego had retreated and others had fallen, yet not without some gain. Abaddon was not looking in the prime of condition. Sepher took one more deep breath before planting his feet. It was time to put forth his utmost effort.

Energy began to well up in him. that of fire an earth, all the ingredients necessary for shaping metal. The top end of his pole arm slowly dipped to the ground, becoming more head, widening into the shape of a giant block hammer. The hammer appeared to be too heavy to lift.. a ton or more in weight. Closing his eyes, Sepher began to search once more.

Pain wracked him, and he growled as he slowly began to shift. His body slowly grew in size, another several feet or so, and his bulk increased considerably. The fur of the catlike demon he had taken the shape of slowly grew into think, scale like plates of bone and flesh, armoring him naturally. Giant horns like that of a ram curled out from his head, and his clawed feet slowly turned more hoof-ish.

As his transformation finished, he stood 12 feet tall, the hammer was resting with its head on the ground and he looked an intimidating sight. Or at least would to most people. His opponent today was not most people, so he decided it would be best not to mess around any longer. With a grunt, his hands tightened on the haft of the hammer, slowly lifting it until it rested on his shoulder.

“Let this be the end, then” He said in a deep voice, in response to abaddon’s challenge. 
Sepher starts to charge forward, his steps thundering along the cracked ground, as he sees faith moving in to flank the warrior. He would move to the other side with a snarl so they could pincer him to the best of their abilities.

As he moved he noticed soul moving in as well. They were going high, he would go low. Raising the impossibly heavy hammer over his head, he spun it counterclockwise, building momentum as he closed with Abaddon and brought the massive weapon sideways in on the creature just after the bolt of energy from another of the companions struck, in hopes of further wounding its mobility as the others distract him,.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #14 on: August 11, 2010, 01:21:27 AM »
The displaced Fyrellian, Faidth, rushes forward, her outstretched hands aimed at two distinct targets: Abaddon’s exposed head, and the Talon of Horus. Because of Abbadon’s immense power, the first attack is only minutely succesful. It manages to throw him off balance a bit, but that is the extent of its usefulness. So much of his being has been corrupted by chaos that Abbadon can scarcely pass for organic or inorganic. He stumbles slightly as a result of the blow, but easily manages to maintain his balance.

Faidth’s second blow connects with Abbadon’s coveted artifact. Abbadon’s crimson eyes flash with fury as he realizes what is happening. Electricity explodes through Faidth’s outstretched hand and envelopes the Talon of Horus in a blinding, azure light, effectively disabling Abbadon’s disruption field.
 
Simultaneously, Soul Reaver’s quest to cripple the Talon reaches fruition. Abbadon takes the bait and successfully parries Bloodrinker. However, in the process, he leaves himself quite exposed for attack. A terrible sound of immense magnitude explodes in volumes as the two demon blades connect.

Danyael, too, charges forward, slamming his blades together merely centimeters from Abbadon’s deteriorating armor. The sonic boom that is left in the wake of this effective distraction inhibits the denizen of evil from being able to respond to the next attack.

Soul Reaver’s gauntlet is crowned in a brilliant flash of scarlet as it clutches the artifact in its punishing grasp. Had the Talon not already been altered, this tactic would not have worked at all. However, fate smiles upon Soul Reaver as a gratifying CRUNCH emanates from the confines of his clutched gauntlet.

Abbadon cries out in unbridled rage, and the Chaos Lord wheels backward. The companions easily notice the sputtering sparks coming from the mangled weapon, leaving a trail of blue and green smoke in its wake, and billowing around the form of the stricken Abbadon.

As Danyael launches by Abbadon a second time, the Despoiler’s armor cracks further. As Danyael attempts to attack again, Abbadon moves as if to parry the blow. Danyael again strikes mere centimeters from the Chaos Lord, and Abbadon looks down at his chest plate, noticing the widening fractures in his armor. Danyael proceeds to launch himself by Abbadon  in a furious flurry of whirling blades.
 
In response, Abbadon’s form becomes blurry, his terrifying visage transformed into a translucent nightmare.  The white light created by Danyael’s attacks increase exponentially, however, quite suddenly, they dissipate into nothingness, and when the last glimmer fades, Abbadon has completely disappeared from view.
Meanwhile, the benevolent seraphim, Jharm, has managed to stabilize Karyl’s condition, and the elemental gratefully thanks the angelic being.
 
A flash of sickening, green light appears ten meters above Abbadon’s previous location just as Jharm begins his meteoric descent towards the battlefield. Abbadon, still disoriented from the effects of his own teleportation, is unprepared for the hefty blow that Jharm levels upon his unsuspecting skull with the hammer. He is unceremoniously slammed towards the ground and he lands hard upon the cracked marble platform below, narrowly missing one of the twisted, flesh-covered spikes that litter the area.
 
As Abbadon struggles to regain his composure, Kitharsis prepares to attack. Just as Abbadon manages to haul himself to his feet, the Tirthandaran energy blast erupts from Kitharsis’s hands. It slams into Abbadon’s chest, knocking him several yards backward, and towards the rapidly transforming Sepher.
 
As Abbadon’s seemingly unconscious form careens towards the now 12 ft. demon, Sepher directs a punishing hammer blow towards Abbadon’s lower body, seeking to affect his mobility further. However, as the blow is about to connect, Abbadon wheels around in mid-air, effectively dodging the hammer. Aggravated by his own incompetence and further irritated by the blows he has already suffered, Abbadon unleashes his fury upon Sepher.
 
Drach’nyen erupts with green light that is accented by veins of purple. With a cry of unbridled rage, he directs a devastating blow at the massive, horned head of the demon. Sepher finds that the unfortunate part of being a creature of immense size, is that it makes him a much bigger target.
 
Abbadon’s sword slams into Sepher’s skull, violently knocking him to the ground. A shockwave of chaos-laden energy erupts outward, causing the ground to shake tumultuously. With the demon dealt with, at least temporarily, Abbadon turns his unsettling gaze back to the other companions. The Chaos Lord’s overconfidence has been severely punished, but he will not make the same mistake twice.

The dark champion looks down at the smoldering Talon of Horus. It is heavily damaged, and it’s sparking innards are exposed, but the ancient artifact has seen much worse in the ages since it was pulled from the corpse of the Warmaster Horus himself. Some time at the infernal forges and it will be as good as new. But Abbadon needs it now. And he has just the thing to keep it running for the short term.

Abbadon pulls a small glowing dial from inside his armor. He slams the gear into the Talon of Horus and twists it. The mangles parts of the lightning claw seem to suddenly pull themselves back together, and the weapon is engulfed in green flames. The recovered gauntlet radiates with chaos energy, far more powerful then it was before. Abbadon grins. It is time to test it’s power.

Abbadon allows himself to fall to the ground. As he falls, he raises the Talon high above his head, trailing green flames behind him as he plummets to the surface. As he reaches the ground, he slams the Talon’s blades through the marble and into the planet’s crust, sending green flames deep into the earth.

Suddenly, tendrils of green flames erupt from under all the companions. The swift moving tendrils will attempt to wrap themselves around each companion, engulfing them in chaos fire if the companions fail to avoid them.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #15 on: August 11, 2010, 06:04:42 AM »
After slamming into Abaddon, Jharm immediately takes to the air once more.  He gazes down on the battlefield, surveying the outcome of his companions attacks.   He watches as Abaddon seems to completely repair all the damage caused to the Talons and then launches green flame down into the ground.   Jharm gazes down in time to see a tendril burst out of the ground and soar up towards up.  Without hesitation Jharm erects a shield around himself as he launches a golden beam down at the tendril, hoping to negate the vile chaos magic with the beams blessed light.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #16 on: August 11, 2010, 10:54:46 PM »
Jharm's holy beam forces the tendril of balefire to split into many smaller tendrils to avoid it. These manage to swarm around the beam and still strike Jharm, but the smaller tendrils are too weak to penetrate Jharm's shield and dissipate quickly.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #17 on: August 12, 2010, 03:08:28 AM »
Soul Reaver grins once the Talon of Horus gives a satisfying "crack" and allows himself a momentary maddened glance at Feidth.

"Good work!" he growls from behind gritted teeth.

He then watches in satisfaction as Abaddon is pummeled from all sides.  However, the grin quickly turns into a rictus of rage when Abaddon restores his gauntlet, and thrusts it deep into the ground.

Mere split seconds after this, an urgent thought enters Soul Reaver's mind, and he finds himself uncounsciously mouthing words not his own.

He attacks us from below!

The urgency of the thought is not lost to Soul Reaver, and the muscles in his legs tense before he launches himself into a mighty leap, high into the air.

At the same time, the many daemonic constructs that had been spinning around behind him rush to the space now below him, clicking together as they form a huge disc of seething, screeching metal blades.  Once the flames burst from the ground, the constructs are prepared to suicidally fire themselves straight at them, suffocating and crushing the tendrils before they can escape.

Soul Reaver meanwhile somersaults through the air, holding his legs tightly up to his chest.  At the apex of his leap, he spreads his limbs again in preparation for his landing.  Already, words of dark magic flow from his lips, his eyes locked on Abaddon below.  He extends his free hand toward the Chaos lord, and casts a powerful Flesh Blister spell on him.

The spell will bubble and scorch his flesh, causing it to slaugh off in burned lumps... and more importantly, will inflict indescribable, incapacitating agony as it does so.

Blooddrinker in-hand, Soul Reaver begins to fall toward Abaddon...
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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #18 on: August 12, 2010, 03:10:21 PM »
Kitharsis feels a buildup of energy beneath him after Abbadon has plunged his Talons into the ground.  There were many points of energy travelling quickly towards the surface.  He springs into the air as the ground erupts in tendrils of green flame.

As he travels higher into the air he crosses his arms in front of his chest.  The spiraling tattoos on his arms burst into life, glowing fiercely with crimson energy.  He forcefully swings his arms downwards and tendrils of Tirthandaran energy burst forth from his tattoos.

The crimson tendrils race to meet Abbadon's green flaming tendrils below Kitharsis.

Having reached the apex of his leap, Kitharsis starts to fall to the ground.  His tendrils spread out below him as he falls, snapping at any of Abbadon's tendrils aiming to engulf him.

Kitharsis lands but his feet don't touch the ground.  A few tendrils from each arm are keeping him suspended in the air, the others are still snaking around him.

"Right back at you!"  Kitharsis shouts as a multitude of his crimson tendrils launch themselves at Abbadon.  There is a mass of them, and they've spread out to cover a large area.  It will be difficult for Abbadon to not be caught by at least a few of them. 

Kitharsis takes off like a spider after them, the few tendrils keeping him suspended propelling him forward through the air.  He clenches his left hand and his fist begins to glow.  If Abbadon gets wrapped up in any of his tendrils Kitharsis is going to quickly pull himself towards The Despoiler.  He is going to try and place his left hand directly on his body and fire a charged blast of energy directly onto Abbadon's skin or armor.

Whether he reaches The Despoiler for the close range attack or not.  If any of the crimson tendrils touch Abbadon they will burn into whatever they come in contact with, searing flesh and melting his weakend armor.  This, combined with Soul Reaver's spell should prove exceptionally painful.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part III)
« Reply #19 on: August 14, 2010, 09:37:51 AM »
A sense of panic affects Faidth as she realizes the flames descending upon her are not composed of normal fire. Though she has resistances to fire, she senses that, should this hit her, it will likely inflict great damage upon her. She attempts to surmise some way to defend herself, but as she is contemplating a way, she feels herself being pulled again.

The space that was once occupied by Faidth is now vacant, and the Fyrellian finds herself suspended in mid-air, once again, teleported without her knowledge. These constant fluctuations in her position are exceedingly rapid and each time it occurs,  she feels as if she is being yanked through time and space. This sensation nauseates her and sends her reeling. She continues to reappear and disappear at different places in the battlefield, likely making it very difficult for these sentient flames to seek out their target.