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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #40 on: September 04, 2013, 01:22:13 AM »
"Oh zog it all boyz! I told yez ta loot, not get snikked! Come on boyz, let's show dem how it's done!"

Suddenly boyz began to spring from behind empty suits of armor, around corners, from shadowy places, even down from the ceiling, in the case of a few Stormboyz falling on rocket plumes. Orks that certainly weren't there before began to pour in to fight the Chaos Space marines that lay in ambush, the sound of Slugga and Choppa meeting Bolter and Chainsword. Orks killed and died all around, sheer numbers facing sheer numbers as Gulgrim lay about himself with his own weapons.

"Come an' get some ya spikey boyz! Ol' Gulgrim ain't tired o' Stompin' ya yet!" The ork said, his blood running hot despite the icy environment. Swinging right with The Kaptin's Kutta, he took the head off an oncoming Chaos Space marine. Swiping left, he took another down at chest level, roaring in triumph as he fired blindly into the enemy ranks, bullets tearing through empty ceramite and the variety that held a chaos soldier inside as well. A chaos space marine got too close and received a headbutt that cracked his helmet and his skull, leaving him sprawled on the ground until the Ork stamped on his head for a ripe squishing noise.

"Dat all ya got!?" Gulgrim shouted, green lighting crackling about his form as he relished the fight. "I ain't even warmed up yet!" He spat a roiling mass of green energy into a large concentration of suits, both filled and empty, and it exploded in WAAAGH! energy, resulting in a rain of gore and metal that made the Ork chuckle, watching the spectacle proudly as his boyz kept the fight up around him.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #41 on: September 04, 2013, 01:26:23 AM »
The Seraphim listens as his companions respond to the new surrroundings and each others suggesstions.  He glances towards Mary as she agree's with Danyaels tactical suggestion.

"I knew I liked you for more than your looks. I agree with your idea. Let's move everyone into a-"

Suddenly she is interrupted as the surrounding area bursts to life, lights flashing on, gates raising up.....and mannequins bursting to life followed by chaos marines.  In the blink of an eye the guardian of light chants a prayer, causing shields of light to appear around his companions...momentarily shielding them from the initial wave of fire from the chaos marines, allowing them to better plan out their own attacks.  With his companions safe for the current moment, the Seraphim's form begins to glow white as he grips his hammer in both hands and charges into the closest mass of mannequins/chaos marines.

"Feel the wrath of the Light foul demonic creatures!!"

As the angellic being makes contact with a group of mannequins, the light around him explodes outward in a violent explosion, the purity burning away the vile corruption contained within the plasticine forms causing them to literally burst into white flames, the fire melting the bodies until they become puddles of plastic upon the decrepit floors.  Jharm continues his onslaught as he directs a beam of light at a group of chaos marines, blinding them and causing the marine closest to him to burst into flames, smoke pouring out from underneath the corrupted and twisted space marine armor. 

"Flee from the purifying majesty of Her power!"

Jharm's form begins to glow again, the light around him growing so bright that the mannequins and chaos marines around him actually cower and shield their eyes as the light blinds their vision.  Suddenly the light shoots upwards and reappears over the mass of marines/mannequins farthest from the angel, slamming into the ground and creating another explosion of light, setting those nearest aflame and those farther away stunned or partially blinded.  A shield of light appears around Jharms form as he once again wades into the Chaos forces before him, his hammer glowing with light, crushing skulls and caving in power armor wherever it strikes.  It is apparent to his companions that the Seraphim is working to draw as much of the swarms attention onto him or at the least distract the demonic creatures, allowing his companions to bring their full destructive force down with minimal distraction or danger.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #42 on: September 04, 2013, 02:19:53 PM »
Kitharsis shivers.  Jorumn is casting some sort of massive ice spell, much to Kitharsis's chagrin.  He rubs his arms for the cold, frowning as he sees his breath exhale as mist.  It isn't so cold as to be a great hindrance, but the chill nags at him.

"Next time, give me a warning before you make the area an icicle."

Bolter fire rings throughout the warehouse, sending the hidden marines among the empty suits into action.  Gulgrim's Orkz are being gunned down very quickly, but more crawl out from places unknown.

Between the cold, and the legions of Chaos Marines getting the jump on him, Kitharsis found himself in a rather poor spot.  He grits his teeth and gets down to business.

The diamond on the back of his right hand glows fiercely.  A long blade of red energy slides out of it.  He unhooks his horseman's pick with his left hand and the weapon starts to glow as it charges with purified Tirthandaran energy.

With stiff legs he runs into the commotion caused by the Orkz.  His energy blade cuts through the torso of a distracted Chaos Marine as he passes by.  The being inside screams as his torso separates in half.  Half of the armor slides to the ground as the legs stay standing.

Having drawn attention to himself, Kitharsis slows his run and focuses on the bolters and chainswords that were being pointed in his direction.

A group of Chaos Marines surround him with chainswords at the ready.  In the next breath Kitharsis slams his horseman's pick on the ground.  The charged up Tirthandaran energy erupts out of the impact in a shock wave.  The expanding ring cuts through most of the Chaos Marines' armor, killing whatever was inside.  As one of the armors fall Kitharsis stabs it with the hook on his horseman's pick.  With a yell he flings it over his shoulder.  The armor collides with Chaos Marine and empty Chaos Armor alike, bowling them all over.

The energy blade on his right arm shines brightly as it slashes and stabs.  The horseman's pick blinks on and off as energy charges and is spent as it crashes down on Chaos Marines left and right.  Kitharsis is at full tilt, consumed entirely with the dance of battle.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #43 on: September 05, 2013, 12:50:05 AM »
"Next time, give me a warning before you make the area an icicle."

The cold chill in the air suddenly withdrew in a vortex centered on the ritual circles.  The temperature returned to an eerie norm.

"Nomenclature: Kitharsis..." the voice rang clearly in his head, more-so than before... it was directed only to the grey one.

The ritual circles condensed around the feet of the mage and his puppet, and the light intensified.

"...I am about to 'make the area an icicle.'"

Several spikes of ice rose from the ground, immediately impaling several of the foremost Chaos marines.  Only a few specs of blood managed to escape their armored shells and rain down on their kin and the Orks before their blood was frozen in entirety.

Another wave followed, just beyond the first.  The spikes decapitated and impaled with deadly precision, and those that narrowly missed vital points quickly overcame the metal armor with a creeping frost that penetrated deep through the cracks, finishing the job only moments later.

The safety ensured by the others in the party allowed Jorumn a great deal of time to focus on his own, unharmed.  Another wave... and another... the warehouse quickly became a landscape of sanguine frost as the corpses of the forces of Chaos dangled helplessly from the air, having only brief moments to scream their last as the ice claimed them.

The ritual circles dwindled as the gathered power was expended...

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #44 on: September 05, 2013, 04:45:59 PM »
Sepher tensed as a screach split the amosphere in the creepy shopping mall. He was instantly put on high alert, gripping the souls inside of him mentally so as to not let them get out of hand. Sepher watched the gates raise and the mannequens start moving towards then.
   
     "I knew it was too quiet" He said to himself

He watched as lethal claws grew from their arms. He had reasonable insurance that his armor would stand up to them, he just did not want to test that theory. Bending his knees, he prepared to react until his sense told him tha large amounts of metal were approaching from behind. He spun as jharm cast out a shield around them, as did Mary, as a large contingent of chaos marines came into his view. His own shield sprung into being, composed of chaos energy that he wiedled, layering the shields like an onion.  The marines approaching from the other side open fire on them. Relying on the shields to protect them from the fire of the bolt guns, Sepher spreads his arms, allowing chaos energy to flow through them. A concusion rumbled in his chest as jharm unleased an explosion of light.
   
     Behind him, where the mannequens had come from, were the gates that had risen. It was enough metal for his purpose. Focusing his will, the metal of those gates screeched loudly. Sepher focused his attention on the marines closing in, while his companions were moving to occupy the mannequens. The metal of the gates began to glow a nasty looking red color, visible heat pouring off of them. With a cacaphanous explosion, the gates shattered forth, bursting the glass in the windows of the nearby shops. Blazing shards of white hot metal flew through the air, past the companion's heads to strike out at the chaos marines. Sepher hardened the tips of the metal spikes, focusing on his ability to alter metal, and watched with grim satisfaction as the power armor that the marines worse gave way to the spikes.

    As the shards of metal passed through the power armor and into the flesh of the beings, sepher mentally fractured the metal, allowing them to seperate into long, thing fragments. The screams of mortal pain echoed loudly above all else as the fragmented shards tore into the marines vital organs, the force of his push shattered the metal inside of their bodies, allowing it to further inflict more mortal wounds. They flailed and screamed as they fell, the bolter fire of the marines that he had lashed out at dying off.
« Last Edit: September 05, 2013, 04:54:39 PM by Sepher »

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #45 on: September 07, 2013, 12:10:10 AM »



He stood stock still at first, watching the menaces advance. As he watched Jharm and Sepher take on the first groups of their new enemy, Danyael thought that perhaps he should partake in his own power to finish off the rest. No, that wouldn't be necessary. Only one of his arms would do; with the use of the  yamato, of course.

The first strike came from the enemy, a berserk mannequin. It's claws came down with the speed and ferocity of a lightning strike. And it hit at nothing but air, only to suddenly halt in mid step with its face painted with the expressions of surprise. A line suddenly drew up its center and the creature toppled to the floor, cleaved in half.

The next assault came in a wave of marines and mannequins alike, though Danyael faced them without fear. The yamato, in reflective timing with his dash, unsheathed with silent ferocity only to find itself visibly fully unsheathed at the moment his sprint had reached its end. The procession halted lifelessly, not a glint of fervency in their eyes. And it was then that he slid the yamato into its sheath. Upon clicking it closed, the entire group of victims suddenly exploded and collapsed into piles of sliced chunks of metal and flesh, vastly coating the floor black with their corrupted vitae.

“Such a waste.” he said softly, “Damned sad waste.” he clenched his fists, wrapped his fingers tightly around the yamato as a beastly, ungodly snarl curdled through the sudden emptiness.

How dare these heathen creatures, who fancied themselves gods, pit those beneath them against one another in their vaunted 'game'. By rights, if it were his call to make, he'd summon the whole of the Imperium Sanctus and all of its own Gods and their heavenly hosts to burn the Ruinous Powers into little more than a cinder of existence. But it wasn't his call to make. And in many ways, that suited him just fine. So much fucking, barbarous killing.

And then came the next wave. Round two, then? So be it. He knelt low, his sword arm clear for the next assault. He pushed off with such effortless force that the ground burst inward from the launch alone, And he waded through both marine and mannequin alike, the opposition exploding in vast curtains of gore as every slash of his sword slaughtered handfuls of his victims. And taking into account of the invisible speed he utilized to take the heat to his enemies, the mall itself continued its process of being an ever changing portrait of violence as limbs and lifeblood splattered across its ranges. He didn't want to show this side of himself anymore. He didn't want the elementals, who distrusted him so much, to see this. Above all else, he didn't want Mary to see this. But it seemed, once again, he had to do what he had to do.
"Yeah, well, ya' better have a spatula where we're goin' cause my ass is frozen to this yak!" :o

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #46 on: September 07, 2013, 02:26:36 AM »
Kari watches from her vantage point near Cameron as Gulgrim, Kitharsis, and Jorumn devastate the oncoming enemy. The powerful frost attack from Jorumn draws the majority of her attention. She draws power from it, and feeds some of her own energy back into it as well. This strengthens the spell and causes it to kill even more Chaos Marines before it dissipates. As that ritual draws to a close, Kari floats into the air. Water and energy begin to swirl around her in a typhoon, and she holds her staff high.

There is a bright flash from the end of the staff, and suddenly the water typhoon that surrounds the elemental lashes out at the companion's enemies. Huge tendrils of water rip through the crowd. They do nothing to the companions or Gulgrim's orks, but each one impacts every marine it finds like a tidal wave, sending Chaos soldiers flying and even crushing a few like flesh-filled tin cans.

While this is happening, a blue streak winds it's way through the crowd. Karyl has turned himself into pure electricity and is using the ice and water around him as a conduit to teleport himself around the chamber, electrocuting any enemies he passes along the way. Occasionally he stops and becomes solid long enough to wail on a marine or two with the business end of his guitar. Each strike hits with a lethal shockwave and a resounding wail from the misused musical instrument, and many more marines are either sent flying or find their bodies scrambled and reduced to a fine mist within their armor. Occasional cries of "YEAH BABY" and "COOL STORY, BRO" drift in from his location.

Cameron hears all of this, but also hears none of this. His heads-up display is busy calculating the number of enemies in the room. A large number, to be sure, but swiftly falling. Even at half strength, his strike team is solid. And these new allies are proving their worth ten-fold. Now it's time for him to contribute.

Cameron quickly picks out a pocket of enemies that are trying to regroup away from the companions. They look like they're going to try and make a rush on the center of the room. Cameron will have none of that. In an instant he is flying through the air, ripping right through one of Kari's water tendrils without slowing. His blades appear in his hands and flames gather around him as he approaches the group from above. At the last moment before impact he tucks himself into a spin, creating a whirling vortex of steel and fire that impacts the group of marines like a falling meteor. The ones that are not cut down instantly by the super-heated blades or scorched alive in their armor by the sheer heat of the unnatural fire are thrown back like sticks of kindling in a gale force wind. Cameron appears in the middle of the vortex, lashing out at the remaining marines. Those who try to attack him meet their ends as white-hot blades rip through their armor like butter. Those who fire from range or try to flee are cut down by Cameron's arm mounted storm bolters, which unleash a hail of Kraken-pattern Penetrator rounds. These tear through the power armor of the Traitor marines and then explode, bursting them like over-ripe fruit.

Even as the last of the Chaos assault is dealt with, a second wave arrives from the air. Terrible amplified shrieks are heard as a full legion of Chaos Raptors swoops in from the lofty girders that make up the ceiling of the chamber. They descend on the companions, attacking with chainswords, bolters, flamers, and rockets.



As the other companions take their attack to the charging marines and soulless mannequins, Garr darts unseen through the shadows around the edge of the mall. with a twist of his wrists, his two hidden short blades spring into his hands from under his coat, and he darts in and out of combat, dismembering mannequins and ripping through soft spots in the Marine's power armor. His attacks are not flashy. The other companions may not even notice him other than the odd flicker out of the corner of their eye. But his tactics are sound and his kill count swiftly and silently rises as he continues to circle in and out of the fray.

Mary, on the other hand, is perfectly content with screaming a battle cry and savagely charging the enemy head on. She swings her two-handed sword effortlessly, infusing it with warp energy so that it rips through anything foolish enough to come near her. The mannequins keep attacking, but their broken and battered corpses pile up at her feet as she continues the assault. As she dispatches three more with an overhead swing, she hears a noise behind her and whirls around just in time to see a small group of Chaos Marines ready to open fire on her at point blank range. She gestures, and a rock wall bursts from the floor just in time to completely absorb the volley of rounds. As the Marines reload in confusion, Mary roars in anger and leaps to the top of the rock wall. From this vantage point, she takes a hand off her sword and unleashes a gout of fire on the hapless marines below. She laughs as they broil within their armor. There is a flicker beside her and Garr appears from nowhere. He shoots a suspicious glance at her even as he prepares his next series of attacks.

"Since when are you able to control the other elements?"

Mary shrugs.

"Since I spent an additional 5 years training."

Garr mutters something about time travel and then disappears again. Mary leaps from the stone wall and resumes cutting down enemies.

Kalana does not stay on the ground for long. With the enemy sufficiently distracted by the rest of the companions, she leaps up on an overhang above one of the store entrances. She has her rifle unslung in an instant and begins picking off targets with high powered shredder rounds. Marine after marine fall to her precision shots. After a few moments of this, a group of mannequins notice her and leap up after her. Kalana leaps into the air and uses her psychic powers to catch the lifeless husks and smash them into each other before scattering them back into the crowd. She then resumes firing from mid-air, continuing to pick off targets.

Eventually the companions begin running out of enemies. The mannequins are all scattered to pieces and the last of the marines are cut down. But just as the last few marines fall, a large metal shutter at the end of the mall area clanks open. Horns and war drums can be heard beyond it. A snarling mass of blood red daemons pours from the new point of entry. The smell of gore is overpowering as they swiftly approach, raising two handed Hellblades above their heads and snarling in rage. This is going to be a much harder opponent to face down.
« Last Edit: September 19, 2013, 09:47:43 AM by Starblade|MKIV »

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #47 on: September 07, 2013, 03:20:09 AM »
As the rest of his companions and the elementals join in the battle, they all make short work of the marines and demonic mannequins.  Just as the last few are cut, burned, or perforated the Seraphim hears a clanking from the other end of the mall.  The bellow of horns and thump of war drums echo off the walls of the abandoned building as twisted and horrific demons begin to pour from the entryway.  Jharm glances back towards his companions then back towards the oncoming swarm and charges forward his massive sledge glowing white once again and a battlecry echoing from his lips.

"FOR THE LIGHT!!!"

As the angel charges at the creatures he launches an orb of white light towards the mass but the orb fly's over the heads of the front row of demons until it get about to the middle of the swarm.  As he reaches the front of the line of demons Jharm simply vanishes and reappears where the orb was, crashing down onto the demons below and releasing a shockwave of force and an explosion of light, tossing demons into each other and burning ones located at the epicenter.  Spinning his hammer over his head, Jharm summons a shield around himself and swings the angellic weapon at any demon that attempts to draw near.  Shattering blades and crushing bones he continues the onslaught until a blade manages to penetrate his shield and cut deeply into his right arm, causing a howl of pain to escape from the holy being as shining silver blood sprays from the wound.  Bloodletters howl at the sign of the blood and pile onto the Seraph as they attempt to consume the blood and the seemingly crippled Seraphim until only a mound of demons can be seen. 
                     In their frenzy the demons did not account for two things though....one...the absolute purity of the Seraphim's blood is caustic so pure evil creatures such as themselves and two....they faced the Seraphim, the Herald of Nelathia herself!  Suddenly the demons who consumed the angellic blood begin to scream and howl...but in pain and torment as the blood begins to burn and cauterize from within and a light begins to glow beneath the mass until suddenly an explosion rocks the area as Bloodletters are thrown through the air, the Seraphim flying into the air.  Clutching at his wounded arm Jharm glances down at the demons who consumed his blood as they burn from within, writhing and twisting in pain.

"Foul creatures..."

A grimace of pain shoots across his face as he glances down at the blood still seeping from the wound in his arm.  Placing a glowing gauntleted hand over the injury he seals the wound, but the blade cut him deep and he can not risk direct combat against such a mass until the wound fully heals.  Stretching his left hand out towards his fallen hammer, the mighty weapon lifted up from where it fell and flew through the hair until it came to rest in his outstretched hand.  The Seraphim remained in the air for the time being, working to heal and shield his allies where needed and occassionally launching blasts of light down upon the demons, working to support his comrades until he could return to direct combat again.
« Last Edit: September 12, 2013, 09:29:35 PM by Jharm »
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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #48 on: September 07, 2013, 01:21:26 PM »
"Oi! Looks like da Spikey gitz got dem some Rokkit packs!" Gulgrim said, observing the oncoming Raptors. Stormboyz launched themselves into the air at their oncoming enemies, meeting the airborne charge with one of their own, and Gulgrim himself joined the aerial fray. Pushing off the ground with surprising strength, Gulgrim took a mighty leap into the air and grabbed a low-flying Raptor with two hands, ramming his forehead into its helmeted skull until it stopped twitching. Unfortunately, some muscle memory in the Chaos marine's hand twitched, and the rocket set off again, carrying the surprised Gulgrim with it through the air, hurtling around with no control. Mind you, the extreme weight of Gulgrim meant the flight was labored and the pack was burning on overtime, but Gulgrim didn't seem to realize that he should be too heavy for this marine's pack, and so he continued flying.

Spying a good fight to intrude upon, he kicked off the flying corpse, turning it into a corkscrewing missile to land and detonate someplace else. He leaped at a pair of Raptors harassing one of his Boyz. One of the Raptors, hearing his loud warcry, turned and unleashed a flamer at him, but the rampaging Warboss gave no heed. with a mighty "WAAAAAAGH!" he barreled through the flames, and came out singed and on fire, but still fighting hard, probably because he knew in his mind that no silly Chaos boyz' flamer could burn him too bad. He grabbed the two Raptors by the throat and rammed their skulls together. While they were in this painful metallic embrace, his third arm reached down and opened fire with its shoota into their brains, splattering them about.

Dropping the Corpses, he looked around, still on fire, and once more saw one of his boyz being assaulted by a Raptor. With a rousing, "'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go!" the Warboss stamped his feet, and then disappeared with an audible POP and a strike of green lightning. Appearing behind said Raptor, he tapped it on the shoulder and then bashed it across the jaw with the pommel of his Kutlass when it turned around. Grabbing the unconscious Raptor, he crushed its hand, shorting the jump pack trigger and causing the jets to burst into life. The Ork held the Raptor like a javelin, and hurled the rocket-propelled body at a group of its comrades, barreling into them and sending them sprawling into a heap.

"Dat's ten points fer me!" The orc shouted, grabbing the shoota off his belt and firing it into the sky, painfully skittering bullets off another Raptor inadvertently. His blood was burning hot, and for some reason he still didn't notice that he was on fire, his kaptin's vest emitting spoke and flames as he grinned and roared at the enemy. Surprisingly his hat was fine, completely untouched by flames and standing proud, displaying its Jaunty Ork-skull and crossbonez to the enemy.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #49 on: September 10, 2013, 11:04:59 AM »
His horseman's pick slams into the side of a Chaos Marine and explodes with energy, sending the armor flying.  It seems to be the last one in the area, and Kitharsis takes a moment to survey the rest of the warehouse. 

Shrieks come from above as Chaos Raptors swoop down from the rafters.  Kitharsis is at a disadvantage against foes in the air, preferring more close range scuffles.  He tucks behind a pile of junked Chaos Marine armors and hangs his horseman's pick on his belt.  The energy blade on his right hand slides back into his body.  In its place a diamond shaped shield springs out of the back of his hand (diamond like on a playing card ).

Gulgrim is already careening through the air.  Kitharsis isn't sure if the beastly Ork intends to be on fire, but he doesn't seem to mind either way.  It actually proves to be a wonderful distraction that Kitharsis intends to take advantage of.  He raises his left hand and points his palm towards a Chaos Raptor as it jets towards Gulgrim.  The circle tattoo flares to life as bolts of red energy shoot out of it.  The bolts pierce through the jet packs on the back of a handful of Chaos Raptors, causing them to explode and sending their damaged armor falling to the ground.

Kitharsis takes off in a run as a group of Chaos Raptors veer off and chase after him.  A rocket explodes behind him, knocking him off his feet.  Bolters and flamethrowers spew carnage, and Kitharsis is engulfed in flames and bolter fire. 

Wickedly sharp tendrils of energy burst from the flames and pierce into some of the Chaos Raptors, the others maneuver enough to dodge out of the way.  Kitharsis lands hard on his back and slides against the floor.  His shield is much larger than before.  It curves around him for more protection.  The left side of his body is soot black from the flames.  The heat typically doesn't bother him, and the attack merely gave him something akin to a good sunburn.  The few bolts that hit home pepper his stony skin with dents.

Blasts of energy fly through the air.  Luckily none of the Chaos Raptors left from the group have rocket launchers.  His shield proves sturdy as it deflects the bolts aimed at him.  The Chaos Raptors aren't as lucky as they finally fall to Kitharsis's rapid fire onslaught.  The last one slides to a dead stop right next to him.
« Last Edit: September 10, 2013, 03:28:53 PM by Kitharsis »

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #50 on: September 11, 2013, 12:37:33 AM »
It was apparent that the raptors had figured out how much of a threat Jorumn was after so many chaos fell to the elements.  One after another, he scattered lightning above him, overloading their jets and sending them veering off course into whatever obstacles may await them.  They only narrowly missed their target, yet Jorumn seemed to exhibit an extraordinary confidence in their trajectories, unflinching as they careened about.  The Chaos thought better of using rockets to defeat him, and their pistols were even more easily destroyed than their jet packs - only a few measly rounds managed to pass through the construct, and to little effect before their components were fried.  The lightning, one by one, mercilessly tore them apart.

His corpse puppet - on the other hand - did not seem to be shooting off lightning bolts or fireballs at all.  Its hands were clasped, and clearly was focusing...

More raptors found a window of opportunity, and attacked swiftly from all directions as Jorumn's host body was between casts.  With a flash of light, he destroyed his assailants... all except one.

The surviving raptor brought down his chainsword from behind the defenseless construct.  Jorumn had not even turned around to acknowledge his presence.  Victory for the Chaos was assured... however, the chainsword did not meet with stone as expected.  It met with flesh and bone.

"Oi!... Dat smarts." an angry ork snarled as the chainsword's teeth whirled through his chest cavity, baring his yellowed teeth at the Spikey Boy before he buried his choppa between the chestplate and helmet.  Jorumn's puppet grinned, its necromancy spell successful.  Orks and Chaos Marines alike rose from their early graves, and soon it was difficult to tell who was attacking who.  Bolters and shootas lit up the area even more intensely than before, and as the main body began to focus its energy on necromancy as well, the numbers quickly turned.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #51 on: September 12, 2013, 01:12:10 AM »
The sound was an unpleasantly familiar one, and the memories that came with it boiled his nerves beyond description.He'd bared witness to these abominations long ago. And even then it wasn't long enough. The first came to attack, both blades roaring downward atop of Danyael. The Nephilim Lord reacted deftly, lifting the yamato instinctively – the handle in one hand and the blade in the other – successfully intercepting the blow, denting in the ground beneath his feet. A bestial snarl rumbled defiantly from his clenched fangs and he hefted his attacked back with a heaving push, billowing sparks into the air as their blades separated.

And it was then when he decided that physical prowess alone was no longer necessary. His eyes closed for only a blink before opening to dual shades of platinum and azure. Spinning the yamato single handedly, he thrust the blade to the ground, igniting a stream of cerulean flames upon impact. The flames danced and spun, whirling and wheeling about until they took on familiar forms of the nephilim lord himself.

Surrounding Danyael in twelve-man perimeter defense, the shades snarled and roared in defiant, mocking challenge as the Nephilim Lord began his second ritual. With the yamato firmly clutched in the grip of the ground, the ghostly weapons of the somnus began to form a pentagonal summoning circle with himself as the active rune – the living rune – to finish the ritual. And with a silent command of sheer will did he bring forth abominations of his own out of nowhere else but his own psyche. Terrifying grotesquerries that mirrored both the beauty and horror of his own essence all sprang to life in a revolting cascade. Screaming and swearing in languages long unknown did the abominations and the shades grab hold of the ghostly weaponry. If the forces of Chaos sent armies at the companions, then Danyael would bring armies of his own. Host after host. Wave after wave.

And with a voice of echoes did Danyael howl his first command: “GRIND!” they vanished in a sudden explosion of speed, the power alone resounding in booms of sound, disappearing and reappearing at random to clash against the daemons. But the daemons were a force to be reckoned with, reacting with rivaling speed and strength – their high octane skirmish doing more damage to the mall than to each other. The Nephilim Lord, at first, was no where to be seen. That is until a hurricane of phantasms came rushing into the fray of daemons, parrying and counter attacking each attack launched against him, with only a partial handful of blows getting through his defenses only for him to fend back with three times more might.

With every lessening of his own ranks did he see twice the number of daemons laid low. With every one of his own number they had felled did he see his own shades take down a handful of their enemies. Another blow knocked hard against his senses, only for him to hammer his own head right back at the daemon that hit him, the headbutt bashing the creature hard into the ground before one of his abominations shredded the creature apart on impact. He vanished once again, his shades and abominations following suit, forming a two wave perimeter defense. With a snap of his fingers, they darted back out into the enemy force with collective ferocity, utilizing speed, power and sheer predator's dominance to fell the daemons with merciless battle rage. 
"Yeah, well, ya' better have a spatula where we're goin' cause my ass is frozen to this yak!" :o

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #52 on: September 12, 2013, 09:26:07 PM »
Gore splattered inside then ruined power armor of the chaos marines as the lithe shards of metal eviscerated the insides of the abominations of nature. The thumps of their heavy suits hitting the ground was lost on the clamor of combat. As quickly as it began, it seemed to slow as the companions completely and overwhelmingly decapitated the threat.
That was, until they heard the horns.

Sepher’s head swung in the directions of the keening horns just as multitudes of daemons began pouring into the mall through large metal shutters. An eerie feeling swept over him. This would not be as easy as it was before, with the marines. Turning to face the onslaught, watched his companions leap into action.
   
       Time slowed for him as he turned and whipped out the hand holding the 3 throwing blades. He jerked his wrist so as to put spin on them and gripped them in a small fist of chaotic energy as he released them. Pushing on the metal he sent them streaking to the front lines with his companions, watching as the metal buried into the muscled forms of the daemons. Just as they stuck, he ripped them back and launched them again, from an overhead angle this time. Over and over he began to whirl the metal of the blades as he charged forward to the group.

   Sepher was escorted by a virtual tornado of whirring metal as he clashed into the front lines, lashing out with his baton. Electricity discharged with a loud hum as the hefty metal made contact with flesh. Dodging this way and that, he weaved through the melee striking out. As he pulled back the baton for another swing, one of the daemons threw down his second sword, putting all its strength into a single sword blow, to end his life.

   Realizing this was the singular most threat that he was facing, he redirected his baton, bringing crashing down into the side of the blade, deflecting it enough to prevent what very well could have been lethal. As it was, Sepher felt no resistance at first as the blade entered his coat, and at a glancing angle, struck his chest. Time slowed. The groaning of metal could be heard to Sepher as the scale of his armor fought to resist the daemon wrought hell blade.

   Sepher raised his left hand; open palmed and slammed the daemon in the throat, gripping tightly. The scale of his armor stood, but it felt like he had been clubbed with a hammer in the side. His breath left him and struggled to come back, but even so, Sepher stared into the creature’s eyes. The world around Sepher went dark and lightning daemonic crackled under Sepher’s hand. With a bestial roar as his breath came back, Sepher drew his arm back in a violent pull, dragging with it the soul of the daemon.

   The soul entered his body, and the prison that was his mind locked the creature away.  The world snapped into vision once more, and the body of the daemon crashed at his feet, lifeless, soulless.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #53 on: September 20, 2013, 09:52:14 PM »
Kari had just finished her attack when the Chaos Raptors swooped down on everyone. She is caught in midair, and completely off guard. She barely manages to avoid the hail of gunfire, but suddenly finds herself engulfed in burning promethium as the Raptors armed with flamers target her. She screams in pain and a wave of water immediately surrounds her. The ball of water quickly solidifies into solid ice. Increased attention from bolters and flamers chip and melt away the floating sphere, but it reforms as quickly as it is damaged. Then, cracks begin to form along it's surface. There is a rumbling from within, and the sphere suddenly explodes outward. Shards of ice fly in all directions, impaling Raptors and knocking them out of the sky. Those who survive pick themselves up off the ground and look up, seeing Kari floating where the sphere was. They attempt to take off again, but a sudden high pressure blast of water from the elemental knocks them all down again. Before they have a chance to get back to their feet, Kari sends a bolt of ice into the ground. This causes the water and the marines coated in it to flash freeze. Kari is exhausted by the effort, and is barely able to keep airborne. The ice will melt soon.

"Karyl? A little help?"

A blue flash above Kari signals the arrival of the lightning elemental. He falls from the sky with his guitar raised over his head in a two-handed downward swing.

"COOL AS ICE, BABY! EARTH SHAKING!"

Karyl swings the guitar down just as he reaches the ground. The guitar collides with the ground and a huge shockwave of electricity rips through the frozen marines, shattering them like glass. Shards of dead marine whip in all directions as the guitar whines with feedback loud enough that it interferes with Cameron's instruments and makes him cringe in pain.

Cameron is busy fighting his own wave of Raptors when this happens, and the distraction causes him to time a parry badly. A chainsword slips through his guard and gouges into his armor. Enraged, Cameron disarms the offending Raptor with one blade and decapitates him with the other. Then the Raptors above him unleash flamers at him, dousing him in white-hot promethium.

But this does nothing to Cameron. He allows his swords to disappear and raises his hands. The flames from the promethium swirl around him and return to their source, engulfing the Raptors above in white-hot fire. Cameron then causes the rest of the flamers to explode and uses the fire to form a massive firestorm above his head, incinerating anything unfortunate enough to be caught in it.

Soon, the room is quiet again. The remaining Raptors are dispatched, and most of the suits of armor have been scattered or reduced to slag. Cameron regroups with Kari and Karyl in the center of the chamber. Kari is covered in small burns but is otherwise fine. Karyl is nursing a gash on his forehead but appears to be playing it up as worse than it is. Cameron has some chunks out of his armor but is unscathed otherwise. Cameron ensures his elemental friends are okay before turning and scanning for the others.

"Everyone still alive?"



Mary meets the wave of daemons head on. The potent warp energy surrounding her blade resonates with the warp energy surrounding the daemon blades and pushes them back as Mary cuts through each daemon who tries to press in on her. There are too many to avoid completely, and Mary suffers a few gashes and cuts as the Hellblades score hits through her armor. These wounds only serve to enrage her further, and she lashes out with bolts of warp energy even as she continues to engage foes in melee. Daemons fall left and right to her furious assault.

Garr continues using his hit and run tactics to try and pick off the daemons, but there are too many for this to work indefinitely. He appears from the shadows and cuts the throat of one daemon but finds himself flanked by two more. One scores a deep cut into his leg as he dodges being decapitated by the other. Snarling, Garr hunkers down and gathers power. His muscles bulge and his eyes glow yellow as he lashes out at the daemons with increased strength and speed. He cuts down the two daemons flanking him and wades into another group with a feral howl, tearing into them with blades and driving them back.

Kalana manages to take out two daemons with head shots before they overwhelm her position. She drops her rifle and defends herself with her psy-blades while lashing out with her mind at the oncoming enemy. The combination of the mental attacks and the psychic energy from the blades is enough to keep the daemons at bay, but more than once Kalana feels he flesh being torn by well timed attacks. She breaks free from the pack and flies into the air, unleashing a blast of psychic energy that flash fries the daemons directly under her and throws the rest of them back. She then leaps back into the fray, fighting through as many of the daemons as she can.

Soon the assault has been quelled. Mary stabs her blade downward into one last daemon and leans on it heavily. Garr allows himself to return to his normal stature and slumps to the ground, exhausted. Kalana takes a moment to recover her mental faculties along with her rifle before jogging into the middle of the mall.

"Is everyone alright? Does anyone need healing?"



Natalya and Soul Reaver finally make it to the end of the bridge. Directly across from them is a large warehouse that appears to be from before the planet became part of the Eye. it is heavily damaged and long abandoned, but it appears to be structurally sound. The big main doors hang wide open. Natalya stops suddenly. She appears to be afraid to proceed any further.

"There, Master Reaver. That's where they held me. They're in there."

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #54 on: September 20, 2013, 11:47:33 PM »
The final daemon lunged hard at Danyael, though felt its motions halt hard in its tracks as the shades jerked it back, then slammed it to the floor. Danyael cracks his knuckles as his fingers into a rock solid fist. “BRING HIM!” his voice roared into the emptiness, a shadow of what it once was – hollow, resonant and oozing with raw savagery. In a snap of will, the shades, with their own etheric speed, rushed toward Danyael with the daemon in tow. Punching off the ground with a one foot launch, denting in the ground beneath him, he too rushed toward the daemon with rivalling speed, finally thrusting his fist through the daemon so viciously that the creature's torso explodes in a curtain of gore.

Watching the elementals fell the creatures, he looked into his reflection to see the savage he had become. He'd been reminded once again of what happens to him when in the presence of too much affiliated with the more aggressive characteristics of the warp – if he were in the presence of daemons, he became more daemonic himself. He looked away, turning his face from view of the rest. The shades around him screamed both in triumph and in despair as they receded back into the ether of his subconsciousness. Snapping his jaws shut in a clamp, he snarled away his darker virtues, back where none could see it, then – swatting the daemon's blood clean from his arm – he approached the elementals.

Passing by Garr, he pressed an affirming hand on the elemental's shoulder, then made his way to Mary. She was slumped over her blade, the weapon plunged deep into the daemon's body. He knelt low, shadowing her, draping his everworld cloak over her – offering the physical comfort its garments provided. He then held her close, saying nothing, eyes watching both the woman he cared for and the daemon that so reminded him of himself – savage and dead inside. A part of himself, at least.

As Kalana asked if anyone required aid, Danyael – reserved to silence – stayed by Mary. His healing factor had long since kicked in during the battle, instantaneously mending wounds and bruises just as quickly as they were planted. His thoughts looked for Jharm and Sepher, more than aware his two companions were all the more suited to take care of themselves. They could no longer linger there. The battle was done – won, rather. They had to keep going. He knew this. He knew his companions knew this. He knew the elementals knew this. He voiced the tactic anyway: “Next move, m'lady.”
"Yeah, well, ya' better have a spatula where we're goin' cause my ass is frozen to this yak!" :o

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #55 on: September 21, 2013, 12:02:59 AM »
Mary is leaning against her blade heavily, but not because she is tired. Her eyes burn a vicious shade of pinkish violet, and she is fighting to maintain control of herself. Her self from this time period wasn't even able to stand on this planet without losing control of her power.  The Mary here now, more powerful and much more in control, is still having some trouble. Especially after fighting beasts that were also attuned form the Warp. She is fighting a losing battle and about to topple over the edge, which will put all of her companions in danger.

But Danyael arrives just in time. As she feels the everworld cloak settle over her, she is ripped back from the edge and becomes aware of her surroundings once more. She sighs heavily and allows herself to lean on Danyael, letting his presence anchor her to this plane of existence. For a moment, she is at peace.

But there can be no lasting peace in the Eye of Terror. As Danyael speaks, she straightens herself up and nods, casting a thankful glance at Danyael before replying.

"Yes. We need to keep moving. Tarrying here is not advisable."

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #56 on: September 21, 2013, 01:13:45 AM »
One thudding footfall after another, Soul Reaver and Natalya tread across the bridge.  Soul Reaver's sorcerous murmur is the only voice to be heard, but it ends abruptly with a gesture of his hands.  With the defensive spell complete, Soul Reaver's body seems to blur and distort, before snapping back into position.

Ahead of them stands a crumbled, abandoned structure, a dark maw opening into its innards.  Natalya stops, appearing afraid, and Soul Reaver halts and turns to face her.  A gust of keening wind springs from the unseen depths of the chasm, whipping around the blue-skinned Daemon and the armoured warrior before returning back into the dark abyss.

"There, Master Reaver. That's where they held me. They're in there."

Natalya's voice sounds quiet and subdued.  Soul Reaver furrows his brow, casting his eyes back at the warehouse.

"Then stay behind me, Natalya.  I shall find any evil lurking here..."

He runs his hand along Blooddrinker's blade.

"...and put an end to it."

With surprising stealth, Soul Reaver dashes to beside the warehouse entrance.  Ever so quietly, he speaks the words to another spell, his hands performing intricate gestures.  Between his hands a ball of searing flame bursts into life from nothingness, and with a mind of its own, it shoots into the air above his head.  There it remains, awaiting Soul Reaver's commands.

Gripping his blade tightly, ready to defend himself, Soul Reaver swiftly rounds the corner and steps into the mouth of the unknown.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #57 on: September 21, 2013, 02:41:06 AM »
One of the last remaining Raptors hurtles uncontrollably at Gulgrim, who ducks the flying projectile and grabs its leg as it goes by, twisting his torso and hurling it into a wall with a wonderful explosion as his jetpack detonates. After watching the detonation, Gulgrim turns to Cameron as he asks the group's status.

"I'z fine. Ain't no Spikey boyz gonna take down ol' Gulgrim." Indeed, Gulgrim appeared to not notice his injuries. His skin was charred in certain locations, but already green flesh was growing again over the occasional close cut with a chainsword or bolter round, and the burned areas of skin were beginning to flake off and reveal healthy new green underneath. His attire had toned down from 'on fire' to 'smouldering', occasional wisps of smoke trailing from him as  he searched the room for any decent pieces of Loot. His boyz were also milling about, grabbing bolters that were still in one piece and the occasional scrap of armor or bit of shiny scrap. One boy in particular had grabbed a mostly intact hollow suit and cannibalized it, and was now wearing ill-fitting bits of Chaos Marine armor and parading about.

"Lookit me boss! I'z dead 'ard now! I'z gots -Pauldrons-!"

The Ork in question was then immediately cut down by a nearby Nob, who proceeded to take his armor and equip it himself. That nob was then struck by a Bigger nob, and the chain continued for a couple more iterations until one of Gulgrim's personal Retinue was wearing the armor pieces, and also appeared to be frothing at the mouth. Though whether that was a side effect of wearing pieces of chaos armor or he was just normally like that was undecided. Gulgrim himself grabbed a mostly intact Chaos Space marine helmet and jammed it onto his bosspole, ramming the spiked stick through the Ceramite helmet with ease and claiming a trophy of yet another victory. It should be noted that this was only Gulgrim's most -recent- boss pole. He had completely filled several others to capacity previously, and many of those were now being worn by his nob retinue. The one now wearing the Chaos Marine Armor in specific had the heads of Space marines from several different chapters on his pole, including Ultramarines, Salamanders and even a pair of what were either Raven Guard or Black Templar helmets. Possibly one of each.

Gulgrim and his boyz seemed content to continue looting until the group decided it was time to move on.

"Oi! Boss! lookit me flash!" A boy had hammered together a pair of Space Marine bolters and taped a Hand flamer underneath, creating a combination storm bolter and Flamer that looked about ready to explode, but knowing Orks, it was likely a lethal weapon. And then of course that boy was struck by a nob, who took the weapon. And then that nob was struck by another one. There was a repeat of the previous process and, strangely, the same nob who wore the chaos armor ended up with combi-weapon.

Considering it his lucky day, he immediately rearranged his boss pole so that the Ultramarine helmet was on top, and then smeared some blue paint on his face to keep the lucky streak going. He then almost immediately came into the acquisition of a new Choppa in the form of a Chainsword one of the lootas had grabbed and slapped with a coat of blue and red paint. His lucky day indeed.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #58 on: September 21, 2013, 03:08:51 AM »
The Seraphim watches from above as the last few demons are cut down by his companions...particularly a sole demon violently mutilated by Danyael and what could be described as copies of him.  Floating down towards the ground the glowing orbs of light underneath the angellic beings helmet glance at each of his companions, noting their burns, cuts, and bruises, hesitating on the form of Mary, the warp elemental.  He senses great, but chaotic, power emmanating from her before Danyael walks up to her and places his cloak around her shoulders.  Jharm reaches the ground and closes his eyes as glowing light envelops his massive form.  In a flash of light the glow disappears and envelops all the companions as a faint sound of heavenly voices chanting an unknown hymn echoes in their ears, the very sound of the music calming nerves and strengthening resolve as the light knits flesh and cleanses wounds.

“Next move, m'lady.”

"Yes. We need to keep moving. Tarrying here is not advisable."

Hoisting his holy sledge onto his shoulder the Seraphim glances at Kalana.

"The Light is ready when you are Lady Kalana. Lead on."
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Re: The Eye of Terror: The Labyrinthine Depths of Chaos (Part II)
« Reply #59 on: September 24, 2013, 12:49:50 AM »
Jorumn nods in confirmation.  "Technically speaking... yes."

The display of Ork machismo over one another was beneficial in many ways.  Jorumn amassed each Ork that fell into his undead forces.  Though there was something different... very different from the Chaos marines.  Deciding to put a small theory to the test, he relinquished control of the Ork half of his army.

His curiosity was rewarded.  The undead Orks acted and behaved as if they were still living; an anomaly provided from a psychic field that seemed to perceive these Orks into existence, provided by Gulgrim.  A surprising power from a brute, indeed.  However, if Gulgrim was even aware of this was another mystery entirely.

It seemed they performed well under the largest Ork's command.  Jorumn revived them, but Gulgrim's psychic field would maintain control, for now.

Gulgrim wasn't the only anomaly in the party, however.  It seemed every member of this strangely assembled team drew their powers from a source Jorumn was not familiar with.  The grey one even contained a massive force within himself... guarding it, controlling it... keeping it from spilling out.

Jorumn's research would have to wait, however.

Jorumn looks to Cameron, "Designation: Cameron... you appear to be the leader of this group.  Shall I have the 'spikey boyz' - as the green one calls them - pave the way forward?"

The Chaos marines lined up in a formation before Jorumn and his corpse puppet, ready to march at a moment's notice.