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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #20 on: January 14, 2017, 12:24:28 AM »
Green lightning had begun to dance along the ground around Gulgrim. Bullets rained in all directions as the Warboss performed a cacophonous series of spinning motions, guns blazing as he almost seemed to be dancing with his rifles, in so much as a creature of his size and bulk could be said to dance. But the spins and twists of the Ork's frame as he picked target after target, coupled with the unending blare of gunfire, made him into something of a dervish of death. But the warboss's motions were interrupted momentarily as razor-sharp spikes erupted from the earth beneath him, aiming for his green hide. Mid-turn, the Warboss found himself staring down an oncoming spike as another pierced through his Cybork arm, sparks flying and circuitry bursting from within.

"Heh." The Ork chuckled from several feet to the side in the aftermath of an emergency teleport. "Stoopid Spikey buildins." he chuckled at his own pun before he looked over at his punctured mechanical arm, ignoring the several lacerations and punctures that marred his normal Orky flesh, each of which was oozing a slowing trail of blood as his wounds constantly worked their way towards knitting back together. His cybork arm, however, had taken damage that would not fix itself. The wrist had gone limp, as it appeared the spikes had punctured something important in the lower ends of the forearm, and his fingers would not move, gripping the gun tightly with the trigger depressed, the gun in his hand continuing to fire wantonly at whatever his slack wrist was aimed at. At the moment it appeared to be the fallen body of another rubric marine, putting ever more holes into it as the Warboss looked himself over.

"Zoggin' 'ell. Gonna 'ave ta patch you up." with a glare, the red cybork eye began to glow brightly before a burning lance of heat welded the hole in the arm shut. Like magic, with the warboss seemingly not having done any actual repairs, the wrist suddenly snapped to attention and straightened out, and he let off the trigger with his fingers just long enough to confirm they were working again before slamming back down and continuing to spray lead at the enemy.

"Hahahah, dat's much bettah!" And the Ork returned to the fray as if nothing had ever happened. Elsewhere on the battlefield, several Orky bodies were being picked over swiftly by the surviving members of Gulgrim's retinue, frisking their fallen compatriots for anything shiny or killy quickly before returning to the fight proper.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #21 on: February 10, 2017, 12:23:09 PM »
Soul Reaver's attack carves through the front line of the charging Rubric Marines, causing the rest of them to abort their charge lest they tumble over the downed bulk of their allies. While some immediately open fire on Soul Reaver, the remaining Marines adjust their trajectory and begin looking for other targets. The oncoming Chaos fire would normally be simple for Soul Reaver to dodge, but he suddenly finds himself surrounded by tendrils of obsidian, moving swiftly and limiting his available space to escape.

Cameron curses audibly as he suddenly finds himself imprisoned in obsidian with Sepher. Feeling energy building inside his ally, he looks in time to see the bronze spear melting into claws. Anticipating his next action, Cameron turns to the side and slams one of his force blades into the wall of the obsidian sphere. It fails to penetrate entirely, but Cameron releases a pulse of psychic and elemental energy that rips through the structure. Glowing blue cracks tear across it's surface, weakening it significantly just as Sepher's blow connects. The power behind Sepher's attack shatters the surface easily, spraying obsidian shards through a small group of Rubric Marines caught on the other side. The marines not felled by this attack regroup and charge Sepher and Cameron as the rest of the obsidian prison crumbles into small shards. Cameron steps forward, now side by side with his ally, readying his blades to counter-attack. He takes this brief moment to mentally reply to Soul Reaver's half finished message.

I see it. I thought it was just a conduit for warp energy, but it's also absorbing the souls.

Cameron changes his mental focus to Mary.

Mary, the pillar is absorbing souls. Can you sense anything else other than warp energy inside it?


Mary is attempting to divert her energy to redirect her fall when she is suddenly caught by Kitharsis. She soon finds herself on the ground, being held by Kitharsis as his wings surroung them and protect them from further attack. The tone of her reply hides any emotion behind it, as she is focused on plotting her next move.

"I'm fine. Thanks for the save, big guy."

Mary suddenly looks distracted as Cameron's message enters her mind. She rolls out of Kitharsis's arms and ducks under his wings to move back into the open. A quick two handed slash of her blade, infused with a bolt of warp energy, tears through two Rubric Marines that were charging their position. She then sprints for the center pillar, dodging and leaping over obsidian tendrils. Reaching it, she returns her sword to the sheathe at her back and presses both of her hands to it's surface. Her eyes go wide.

Something's wrong. The warp energy is being used as a conduit for something far more powerful. If those are souls, then they're not just being pulled from here. They're being pulled from the entire surrounding area.

Mary breaks contact with the Spire and looks back towards Kitharsis. Her gaze is drawn above him and she shouts in alarm.

"Kitharsis! ABOVE YOU!"

The chandelier that had knocked Mary towards Kitharsis has now detached from the ceiling. There is a small explosion as it detonates, sending a massive wave of flaming glass and obsidian directly at Kitharsis's position. Mary is too busy focusing on this to notice that a pair of obsidian tendrils has sprouted from the center column behind her. They swiftly move to impale her.

The holy fire released by Jharm effectively counters the dark energy flowing through the tendrils holding him. They stop moving and then shatter from the force of his might, freeing him. For the moment, he finds himself free from the enemy's focus.

Danyael's echoes spread through the chamber. Their attacks catch the Rubric Marines off guard and severely weaken their forces. The force counter-attacking the Grey Knight Terminators and the Seraph shield wall is almost completely annihilated. While some of the Rubric Marines manage to retain their shape and simply fall over, waiting for their armor to reform, others collapse into pieces. Their souls are swept up towards the center pillar, and will be absorbed by it if they reach them.

Gulgrim and his forces continue to rip apart any Rubric Marines unfortunate enough to find themselves in the ork's path. But a sudden violent grinding noise from behind him attracts the big ork's attention. A massive obsidian sculpture has re-arranged itself into a vaguely humanoid shape and is now lumbering towards Gulgrim. As it does, a plethora of obsidian tendrils sprout from it's upper half, impaling or slapping aside any orks between it and it's target, which is Gulgrim himself.

The Seraph golems find themselves doing battle with similar sculptures, locking them into a slight stalemate. The Grey Knight Marines attempt to regroup for a counter-charge but are forced back behind the Seraph shield wall by flying tendrils and debris. More and more obsidian monstrosities seem to raise themselves from the floors and walls, pressing in on the companions.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #22 on: February 10, 2017, 01:11:39 PM »
He heard her shout to his friend, then looked to both, time slowing as his own sense of speed began to kick in. All things considered, he had only seconds to react. Less than that, in fact. His closest Echo was still engaged into finally taking down, beheading in fact, a rubric marine, but was close enough for a last ditch tactic. And with a force of will did the Nephilim lord project himself through his echo, both increasing his speed enough to slingshot both himself toward Mary’s position and the echo toward Kitharsis. The Nephilim Lord collided with her in a flash, yanking her from the ground in a hurtling tackle just in time to pull them away from the pierce of the tendril with instants to spare. Protectively, if not instinctively, he cradled her as they skidded and tumbled across the floor, pushing off a heel to whirl them to a girding stop.  At the moment both boots firmly planted to ground, a handful of echoes swirled from out of Danyael, creating a perimeter defense around his ward as he set Mary down into their care and turned to face the battle in a single spin.

At the same time did the echo slam into Kitharsis, only a moment prior shouting “Kith, brace!”, crashing into him with enough force to launch him free, putting itself directly in place to catch the full force of the explosion, incinerating the echo in a fraction of a second.

Unsheathing the yamato in a wheeling spin of the wrist, he held blade and sheathe, reverse gripped in respective hands, prepared for the coming engagement. But not before he took notice of the energies sweeping towards the focal point of the pillar. But his own sight did he see the kaleidoscope of vibrant hues and flashes of multi-chromatic energies. And then there was the pillar itself. By his own sight did he see it as the fulcrum point of hollow black enswathed in radiant gold, the event horizon to a far less beautiful function. Attuned to the warp in his own way, the Nephilim Lord, without looking over his shoulder, addressed Mary promptly. “The more damage we do, the worse a situation we put ourselves in. Seraphs, Rubrics, our own marines. Whoever falls, whatever falls, runs the risk of being swallowed whole by that,” he nodded in the direction of the pillar. He could feel the pull, not like a vacuum, but a different form of gravity, more akin to a chain and anchor, the pull and the pillar itself respectively. “It’s ravenous. And we’re giving it what it wants.”

The remaining echoes continued the onslaught, but instead, now noticing that something was oddly more apparent to the nephilim lord himself, opted for use of an alternative combative style. They didn't go the for kill, but rather instead, now sheathing their weapons of light and shadow, fought with hardened , crystaline boned fists. They would beat them back, fists by fists and heel by heel. And given the lingering direness of the situation did the echoes ramp up their ferocity in combat prowess.
« Last Edit: February 10, 2017, 03:39:55 PM by Danyael »
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #23 on: February 11, 2017, 02:01:02 AM »
As the shadowy tendrils explode around him, the Seraphim focuses his thoughts as he gazes over the battlefield.  Each of the Companions faces some sort of adversary, the Seraph and Marine soldiers continue battling against the Rubric marines as the Colossi face off against the obsidian constructs.  Jharms gaze then focuses on the souls slowly floating up towards the large pillar in the center of the room.  He had no real way to know what might happen should they reach the object, but he had witnessed plenty of Chaos magic to know that it undoubtedly would result in something malevolent and dangerous.  The warriors form glows as he aims the palm of his right hand at the pillar.  A moment later a shimmering wall of light manifests around the pillar as he sends commands to his troops

The souls!  Do not let them reach the pillar!

The angellic clerics gaze up and realize what their commander means, tendrils of light shooting up from the ground to coil around and destroy the evil souls before they reach their objective. 

Hopefully that will be enough.  The enemy just keeps coming though.  We must push on!  Every second we are delayed I fear things get more dire.

The Seraphims form begins to glow once more, the intensity increasing until one would almost think a veritable sun was overhead. 

"FOR THE LIGHT!"

Suddenly the radiant figure simply drops from the air like a rock and crashes down on top of the Chaos Marines.  As the massive figure crashes to the ground, a veritable explosion of light radiates from him.  The shining glow floods over the combatants, both friendly and enemy alike.  Those who call the Seraphim friend feel their resolve bolster and energy renew...while his enemies are blinded and weakened by the holy onslaught.  Jharm doesnt hesitate, his massive sledge howling through the air as he brings it down upon the helms and armor of his enemy, a juggernaut of destruction.

=================Seraph forces===================
As the Seraphs of the Voice Caste direct most of their attention to destroying the wayward Chaos souls, the explosion of light from their leader washes over them and their Vanguard brethren.  A boisterous cheer arises from the Seraphs as the shield wall surges forward, pushing back against the Chaos forces.  The Colossi battle against the obsidian constructs, seemingly evenly matched until the Seraphims assistance washes over them.  The two giants let out loud bellowing roars as their attacks strike even harder, their eyegems glowing brightly as beams of light blast against the dark surfaces of their enemies.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #24 on: February 12, 2017, 10:59:47 PM »
Soul Reaver nods grimly at Cameron's reply as a group of Rubric marines take up position and open fire on him.  Obsidian tendrils snake around him, threatening to trap him.  Blooddrinker flashes through the air, its blade unimpeded as it carves through the obsidian tendrils and intercepting the incoming bolts, disintegrating them into sparks, but Soul Reaver already knew that remaining here would be a stalemate.  More and more of the room was rising crush them, and the companions were under assault from all sides - he could not assist them all.

The pillar was doubtlessly tied to what was going on, but for now simply mitigating the damage that was happening was crucial.

Soul Reaver sends out a simple mental message to anyone who might care to listen.

Cover me.

With that, he casts a teleport spell, vanishing in a red blaze of light.

His stomach lurches as he rematerializes close to the pillar, in mid air and almost upside-down - as always, the spell is inaccurate, and the additional interference from the pillar meant he had to be extra cautious.  He twists into a somersault and manages to land on his feet, then backpedals towards the pillar, casting various wards.

In close proximity to the pillar, the many souls it is absorbing need to pass all the closer to him, making them much closer and easier targets.  He reaches out one hand and draws them to himself, hoping to deprive the pillar of as much sustenance as he can.

He knew he would not have long, but in what time he has, he casts a form of Identify spell upon the pillar, attempting to glean as much information on it as he can.  While the warp energy within it is more foreign to him than to Mary, he knew all about soul energy and had extensive knowledge of magical constructs.  Hopefully it would reveal some crucial information - for example, if the pillar was responsible for animating the structure of the room, and if there was some way to stop it.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #25 on: February 13, 2017, 11:29:14 AM »
"I'm fine.  Thanks for the save, big guy."

Kitharsis nods in response, giving an audible grunt that Mary can feel through his chest.  The Elemental seems unaffected by the heavy blow from the chandelier.  As she rolls from his arms he parts his wings, allowing her an easier exit. 

The tiny mage knocks hard on his shoulder.  Kitharsis's wing snap back as he quickly pivots to face what is behind him.  A Rubric Marine bears down on him, power sword poised to take his head off.  His shield arm raises just in time to block the attack.  Sword and shield grind against each other above their heads.  The crimson, crystalline shield fails, a crack tearing down its surface. 

Kitharsis thrusts his left hand forward.  The tattoo on his palm explodes in a sweeping blast of energy that cuts the Rubric Marine in two.  A handful of advancing Rubric Marines are caught up in the blast radius, taking heavy damage and getting knocked backward from the blowout.

He shakes off the remnants of the shattered crimson shield, sending chunks of crystal to the floor below.

The tiny skeleton knocks even harder this time.  Kitharsis quickly glances over his shoulder, but sees no immediate threat.

"Kitharsis!  ABOVE YOU!"

His eyes widen as he witnesses the chandelier above him detonate into a flaming wave of glass and obsidian.  He catches movement behind Mary, but his view is obstructed by the immense wave of pain rocketing toward him.

"BEHIND YOU!"  He shouts into the approaching flames, hoping his voice meets her ears through the torrent.

The skeletal mage is prepared.  A golden dome springs to life around the tiny skeleton and its master. It stands atop Kitharsis's shoulders, bony hands raised to the sky as it projects the protection spell.  Its little body shudders as the power of magic courses through it.

"Kith, brace!"  One of Danyael's echo's shout as it rapidly approaches.  The skeletal mage shifts the focus of its spell and turns the dome into a sphere.  Kitharsis yells as the echo crashes into the golden shield, sending him flying head over heels like a billiards ball.

The golden sphere, carrying Kitharsis and the little mage, careens through the spire.  It bowls over Rubric Marines as they roll through the area.  It cuts off obsidian tendrils at their base as its momentum carries it further and further.  Instead of rolling to a stop, the golden sphere appears to be picking up in pace. 

"What are you doing?!"  Kitharsis shouts at the mage.  The little skeleton is working its hands in a circle, feeding into the speed and rotation of the golden shield as they bounce through the chamber.  Its jaw chatters and clicks as it tilts its head back.  If it had a voice it would surely be cackling maniacally.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #26 on: February 21, 2017, 01:42:32 PM »
The sound of stomping and Orks being tossed aside drew Gulgrim's attention to his new opponent, and a toothy grin sprouted from on his green features. "Well den! 'Ere comes a new challengah'!"

The Ork Warboss holstered both of his rifles and drew a sword in his left hand, and in a burst of lightning his cybork right arm was suddenly gripping a rokkit launcha.

"You'z look dead 'ard, git! Bettah not disappoin' me!" with a loud cackle, the Warboss unleashed the salvo currently on the rokkit launcha, three explosive missiles corkskrewing wildly in the direction of the gargoyle. A flash of lightning, and the weapon was reloaded and then immediately fired a second salvo before the Warboss began to close behind the smoky trails of the rokkits, Kutlass held high and a bellowing "WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" on his lips.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #27 on: March 06, 2017, 04:55:28 PM »
Sepher roars, the sound echoing loudly as he charged forward as the obsidian burst out in a deadly lethal spray of stone. Rubric marines were cut down, slaughtered where they stood. As the marines who were not felled regrouped and charged him, Sepher's big body lumbered forward.

A grin spread across the grotesque face, likely somewhat disconcerting as the braces on his arms melted and dripped along his claws, giving them an extra keep edge. His footfalls thumped loudly on the stone floor as he moved towards the group charging him. He lowered his body as he suddenly roared and charged back, obviously relishing this combat.

He slammed into the wave of marines, enhanced claws flashing. blurs of odd colored metal streaking through the armor of the rubric marines. Sepher was not going to be stopped, he seemed to be in some sort of battle frenzy as he tore into them, disregarding what weapons they shot or attacked him with, shrugging off attacks that hit his armored scales and ignoring attacks that caught unprotected areas.

He slammed his claws into an unlucky marine and opened his jaw wide, biting down to shatter the metal. He would shove the marine's armor into its companions and seeing a greater challenge, launch himself at the nearest obsidian monstrosity.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #28 on: March 22, 2017, 09:33:52 PM »
Mary barely has time to register movement to her right before Danyael rips her off her feet. One of the tendrils barely glances off of her armor, alerting her to just how close she had come to possibly mortal injury. The tendrils adjust their trajectory and swing after Danyael, but they are deflected and shattered by his echoes as they swarm around the Nephilim Lord and the Warp Elemental. He sets her down and she returns to her feet, testing her armor before bringing her sword back into her hands. Her face is grim as Danyael speaks.

"Whatever it's feeding is above us. Probably at the top of the Spire. We need to get up there and put a stop to it.

Her gaze shifts, focusing on the Clerics bound to service by Jharm. They are using tendrils of light to disrupt the progress of glowing sparks of energy that are being pulled from the shattered Rubric Marines. Those must be the souls. She had never really considered the soul to be a physical object, but these certainly looked real enough to her.

Mary's head snaps to her left as a huge explosion erupts from nearby. Jharm himself had just crashed into a pack of Rubric Marines with enough force to shred the ones closest to the epicenter. Mary braces for the shockwave of light that radiates towards them, but this was unnecessary. As it roars past her, she feels no heat or force, and instead finds her energy levels restored and injuries mended. She watches the Seraphim continue to fight any rubric marines in his vicinity, as the shield wall of his forces regroup and push towards him. The Grey Knight Terminators have also recovered behind them and are once again pouring storm bolter fire into both the Rubric Marines and the obsidian constructs, which are now also warring with the giant marble statues Jharm referred to as Colossi.

Cameron, meanwhile, has still been fighting along side Sepher, though he finds himself having to avoid some of Sepher's more overzealous attacks as his frenzy increases. He is considering seeing if he can try to calm the raging demon but is distracted by a single message from Soul Reaver, Cover me.

Cameron tears away from Sepher, seeking Soul Reaver's position. He quickly spots him by the pillar, drawing souls to himself with one hand while tracing a spell over the pillar's face with the other. Already, a number of vaguely humanoid obsidian shapes have sprung from the ground and are lumbering towards him. Cameron lunges forward, djusting his trajectory to dodge Kitharsis's large golden sphere as it tears past.

Just before Cameron reaches the center of the room, a massive obsidan leg smashes down in front of him. He skids to a halt, barely avoiding colliding with the construct. It raises a spike covered arm upwards in preparation to attack but is knocked off balance by a flurry of rockets fired by Gulgrim. This massive thing had been charging the ork before becoming distracted by Cameron's arrival and is now caught off guard by Gulgrim's onslaught. Large chunks of the creature break off and crumble to the ground. It refocuses itself on the ork warboss and leaps through the air, looking to strike with it's massive spiked fists. Cameron returns to his feet. As much as he would like to help Gulgrim, Soul Reaver's efforts have to take priority.

The obsidian golems are seconds from engaging Soul Reaver when Cameron finally arrives. He obliterates one with both force blades before hurling a psychic field at the others, pushing them back. He then leaps over Soul Reaver, placing him between the immortal warrior and the creatures intent on stopping him. They attempt to rush past Cameron, but each one that gets close finds itself shattered by a force blade or peppered with bolter fire. For each one that Cameron fells, another two spring up. He is driven back and almost overwhelmed before three of the creatures to his left are suddenly engulfed in warp fire. Mary shatters these with her sword as she charges into position next to Cameron. They both exchange glances before turning their attention to the task at hand. They fight side by side, keeping the obsidian monstrosities clear of Soul Reaver. But it is clear that they won't be able to keep this up indefinitely.

Through the fabric of his spell, Soul Reaver can almost feel the structure and patterns of the energy boiling beneath the column's surface. The majority of it is rushing vertically, headed for the top of the Spire. It is clear that while the Warp energy continues past the top of the Spire and is obviously responsible for the beam of energy the companions saw emanating from the outside, the souls are being siphoned off in the top chamber. For what purpose, Soul Reaver cannot ascertain. But the amount of souls he can feel above them is incredible. Beyond this, he can also feel large amounts of warp and soul energy being leeched away from the main beam and projected throughout the chamber the companions currently occupy. It is certain that this energy is what is feeding the constructs that are attacking them. Destroying the column would simply release the energy into the room, which would likely kill every living being inside, as well as cause the Spire to collapse on itself. However, the animated room could be quelled if something could be done that would seal the energy inside the column and forcing it to continue it's journey upwards.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #29 on: March 26, 2017, 12:58:02 AM »
The golden sphere with Kitharsis inside careened out of control, bowling down any in its wake. That is until this unstoppable force met an immovable object in the form of a high speed kick from the Nephilim lord from behind, altering its course and increasing its speed ever the more dangerously – directly into another kick from one of Danyael’s echoes. And then another, and another, and more until it looked to be more of scrimmage match between clones than an all out battle in the spire. A row of echoes planted themselves hard to the ground, muttering to each other a small rhyme of ‘Red rover, red rover, why don’t you come over’ finishing just as the ball came crashing into them. But instead of knocking them down, the line of echoes expanded to capacity, like a rock in a slingshot.

“thorry Kith. Thith ithnt ath eazzy ath ith looksh.” The echo sputtered out what might have been an apology, clearly dealing with the difficulty of having his face mashed up against the barrier. And when the stretch reached its peak, physics took over and the slingshot effect hurled poor Kitharsis back into the fray, bowling over another throng of Rubric Marines… and a just as many as Danyael’s echoes along the way. The Tirthandaran warrior could, if listened intently enough, hear equal parts anguished yowls of the marines alongside the spitting curses of the echoes, barking epithets along the likes of “’the fuck’s your problem, Kith?!”, “what’d I ever do to you, man?!”, “Guide or something!” “What’s this fuckery?!” and even more awkwardly “I’ve never been touched that way by another man before” amidst a litany of additional yelps and coarse words of the alien dialects no one yet knew. 

Whichever echoes that didn’t get bowled over, continued the ‘game’ of kickoff, only to be bowled over themselves when the sohere came thundering back their way on the rebound. Some cursed to themselves before bouncing back into the fray, while others, the moment they got back up, were bowled back down again. If there was a silver lining to be gleaned from this series of oafish events was that the rubric marines were equal casualties - smashed and impacted into either the ground or into each other. Some were even mashed into the echoes. Hell, even some echoes were mashed on top of them as well. And somewhere in the distance, one of the mowed over echoes (if not the Nephilim Lord himself) thought aloud: “This idea was better in my mind.”
« Last Edit: March 26, 2017, 12:07:30 PM by Danyael »
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #30 on: March 26, 2017, 02:05:11 PM »
The Seraphims mighty warhammer continues to swing all around him, crushing and smashing any enemy marine that draws close.  As he turns and spins about his eyes fall upon Cameron and Mary fighting to keep waves of obsidian creatures from attacking Soul Reaver, who seems to be doing something with the malevolent pillar in the center of the room.  He knew not what the immortal knight was doing, but something told him that it was pivotal to stopping this endless onslaught they faced.  Releasing another small wave of light around him, more to give himself some breathing room then do anything else, he launches his hammer through the air, the weapon slamming into the back of one of the golems attacking the elementals.  As the golem crumbles the Seraphim himself slams into another one, the warrior hoisting the ebony creation over his head and throwing it into other golems moving in.  Extending his hand out, his hammer returns to him.  Summoning a shield of light on his left arm, his large figure begins to glow brightly, the intensity painful to any who gaze upon him as an enemy.

"Foul creatures of evil....you shall not reach him!"

He then wades into the golems, working to draw their attention to him so that the two elementals can focus entirely on destroying them, and Soul Reaver can focus on the pillar.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #31 on: March 27, 2017, 03:47:10 AM »
There was a game he used to play.  It involved an inflated bladder of a swamp snapper, two nets draped over wooden frames, and two teams of however many people could be found to play.  The game was always a favorite, with neighboring villages even making the trek to compete against each other on occasion.  One time, three or four villages came together and setup a massive, hectic match with numerous nets and bodies everywhere.  The chaos of so many players all kicking, colliding, running and shouting was spoken of for years to come.

No one ever considered the game from the ball's perspective.

Who would have thought that galaxies away, in the midst of a multiverse threatening struggle, that one of the players of that game would have the exclusive privilege of being the ball in a deadly game similar to the one played so long ago in that very swamp.

The irony is entirely lost on Kitharsis.  It is all he can do to keep his wits about him as dizziness begins to take over.  At this point it is beginning to be hard to tell what is spinning faster, his head or the golden sphere around him.

"You are dust once this is over!"  He shouts at the tiny skeleton mage.  Who, at this point, has given up trying to manipulate the golden shield, and was holding on for dear life.

The destructive effectiveness of what is happening is not lost on him, though.  And he begrudgingly recognizes that a great deal of the rubric marines are falling as he careens through the spire.  Regardless, he doesn't have to like the process.  As he rolls through the battlefield, he makes the rudest gesture he can think of.  He would shout another curse, but it has come to the point where he isn't sure if he would yell or lose his lunch upon opening his mouth.

He does know one thing.  He owes Danyael a solid kick in the can once this is all over.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #32 on: March 27, 2017, 06:32:03 AM »
The massive obsidian Golem's fists strike down hard into the ground, but the Ork they intended to pummel is nowhere in the impact zone. Having zapped away from the point in a flash of green energy, the Warboss sat on the Golem's shoulders, looking down at the crater the creature had made with an amused expression.

"Awh, too bad ya git. Good form though, I'z seen some better craters, but most o' dem were made by me, so'z ya got nuffin' ta be ashamed of." The warboss offered what seemed to be a reassuring pat to the Golem's massive head before he pulled back his other arm and rammed his kutlass as forcefully as possible toward the creature's ear, hoping to drive the blade home. Simultaneously, green warpfire belted from the Ork's mouth as he shouted a booming"WAAAAAAAGH!!!!", the chaotic energies burning and tearing at reality as they spewed forth, hoping to burn through the creature as well.

No matter the results of his blow, the Warboss then zapped himself back to ground level and leveled the rokkit launcha he had used a moment ago at the creature's chest again, firing a pair of salvos at the golem in the hopes of finally putting the stone git down proper.

"You'z ain't good enough to 'andle ol' Gulgrim, stoopid rock git. Come back when you'z got a bit more Green to ya!"

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #33 on: April 02, 2017, 06:07:15 AM »
Beads of sweat glisten on Soul Reaver's furrowed brow as he attempts to understand the workings of the pillar.  His expression gradually changes to one of alarm as obsidian constructs rise to confront him.  Unless he gets assistance quickly, his wards would not hold these things at bay, and he would be forced to abandon this effort and continue fighting.

His apprehension grows to the point where he is forced to turn and reach for his blade... until Cameron bursts through the body of one of the constructs, his blade clearing the way for him.  He plants his feet and throws the other constructs back with an invisible burst of psychic energy.

While it might have been tempting to assist, Cameron was buying him the time he needed.  Soul Reaver managed a strained word of gratitude but he wasn't sure he would be heard over the din.  Instead, he turned his attention back to the complex threadwork of sorcery that composed the pillar.

Despite its intricacy, the basics of its structure were becoming clear.  He could see how its primary purpose was to siphon spiritual energy to the top of the spire - but that it was diverting some of this power into the room to fight off the companions.

Behind him, Mary joins Cameron, and soon they are assisted by Jharm.  Gulgrim wages his own battle against the towering construct, while Danyael and Kitharsis wreak effective devastation with their unorthodox assault.  Soul Reaver however is otherwise engaged, attempting to formulate the best possible solution to the puzzle before him.

Destroying the pillar would likely stop whatever sinister process was occurring, but doing so would almost certainly be fatal to his companions.  He concludes that he might be able to cut off the energy being diverted back into the room, but frustratingly that would simultaneously intensify the energies being drawn up into the spire.

Glancing over this shoulder, Soul Reaver sees that the tide of enemies in unending, and he won't have time to think of a better solution.  Cursing under his breath, he decides to do what he can for now.

This would be complicated.  Antimagic would not serve the desired purpose, and the forces drawing the souls upward were too strong for him to divert.  Thinking fast, he starts chanting.  He weaves multiple threads together - forming a pipe-like wall of energy based on a Force Wall spell, but binding within it something akin to a Rebound spell, but focused specifically on Spirit energy.  Most other sorcerers would have stumbled at that last hurdle - fortunately, Soul Reaver's familiarity with this form of energy gives him the knowledge he needs.

To the magically-trained eye, something like a crystal lattice wraps itself around the pillar, growing rapidly like fast-solidifying ice.  It forms a spiritually-impenetrable barrier, trapping the energy within its confines.  Mana pours from Soul Reavers hands into the invisible construct, expanding it both up and down the pillar, hoping to choke off its exit points into the chamber.  All his attention is focused on the task at hand - silently, he hopes and prays that his companions can buy him the precious moments he needs to complete the spell.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #34 on: April 07, 2017, 06:23:41 PM »
Sepher continues lashing out in his rampage, tearing down marines to get to obsidian monstrosities. Metal and bone clash against stone as he threw himself mercilessly against the stonework creations.

Sepher begins to find himself almost watching himself as his raging form tears away. He seems to realize that his daemon form is getting out of hand. If he kept this up, his soul would be scoured away and he would become nothing more than a raging daemon. Slowly asserting his will on reality once more, he can feel himself regain more control. I need to be careful he thought too much of this... well, i could lose myself

Suddenly, there was a small flash and sepher was himself again, in the middle of a chaotic fight. I need to stop relying on the daemons so much he thought to himself. He gave himself a shake and pulled out his metal baton, leaving his off hand empty. Breathing hard, he launched himself back into the fray, armor soflty clanking as he darted among the enemies, trying to keep them off the other companions. He would fight and reach out with his hand and metal shaping, to warp and distort the joints of the marine around him, to hopefully render them immobile. He was going to have to apologize later to cameron for nearly taking his head off several times.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #35 on: April 20, 2017, 12:55:47 AM »
The construct waging war with Gulgrim releases a awful roar made up of all of it's obsidian plates grinding together in unison as it realizes that the ork is on it's shoulder. The groans and squeals grow louder still as Gulgrim drives his blade into what is currently serving as the construct's head. The green warp fire that accompanies this attack is enough to liquefy the outer layer of obsidian that make up the majority of the monstrosity. Enraged, it swings a massive right fist at it's own left shoulder, looking to crush the warboss like he was a small bug. But Gulgrim had already teleported away, and the creature's rage caused it to put too much force behind the attack. Obsidian cracks and shatters as the beast manages to shear it's own arm off at the shoulder. The massive limb crashes to the ground, taking more than a few Rubric Marines along with it.

The construct, now completely berserk, stumbles and lurches forward just as the salvo of ork rokkits crashes into it's chest. The already weakened obsidian gives way, and the creature collapses in a massive cloud of dust and shards of rock. The obsidian shards engulf Gulgrim in a shower of razor sharp debris. A small portion of the creature still moves, and lurches once more towards Gulgrim before suddenly being crushed by Kitharthis's golden sphere as it careens wildly through the area.

The combined forces of Sepher's hit and run tactics, Kitharsis and Danyael's unorthodox attack, and the Marines and Seraphs pushing forward Are enough to kill the Rubirc Marines and constructs faster than they can reform. As souls are released from the fallen chaos forces, they continue to be drawn towards the center column. But as Soul Reaver's spell takes hold, they begin to reflect off of the crystal lattice as it blocks their entry. The souls reflected in this manner fly back into the corners of the room, seeking mostly intact Rubric Marines to re-animate. This causes a sudden surge of reinforcements to spring up. The Marines revived in this manner ignore all other targets and sprint towards Soul Reaver, hoping to stop his spell before it is completed.

Cameron and Mary continue to smash obsidian soldiers as quickly as they can. Jharm's arrival helps draw some of the creatures off of them and gives them more room to maneuver, but the constructs are reforming faster than they can kill them. For each obsidian figure that Cameron's blades and Mary's great sword smash into dust, another two rise from the floor of the chamber. As the Rubric Marine reinforcements arrive, Cameron, Mary, and Jharm are pushed back until they are standing on the dais with Soul Reaver and the central pillar is at their backs. But none of the attackers ever reach Soul Reaver. The combined might of the Fire and Warp elementals and the holy warrior are able to keep him free until the spell completes.

The crystal lattice of magical energy expands until it covers the entire pillar. The energy pouring from it is completely cut off. As the flow of power dries up, the obsidian constructs in the room stumble and crumble to dust. Within moments, there is nothing left of them but rubble. The remaining Rubric Marines realize that the tide of battle is turning against them and rally for a final push. They all charge the pillar simultaneously, hoping to undo whatever sorcery has cut them off from the Spire's power.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #36 on: April 22, 2017, 12:59:29 AM »
The Seraphim watches as the forces arrayed against him and the other Companions begin to literally crumble as the pillar gets sealed.  Watching the Rubric marines reform and charge towards them, clearly intent on reaching the pillar, he raises his hammer high and bellows.

"Seraphs!  Victory is ours!  For the Light!"

The phalanx of soldiers cheer loudly, a resounding "For the Light" echoing in response as  they charge the enemy marines, the Seraphim moving in as well.  The combined Seraph forces collide with the marines in a veritable vice.  Jharms warhammer crashes through power armor, the Vanguard forces attack keeping the marines from adequately defending themselves.  As their armor is crushed and dismantled, those of the Voice Caste target the released souls, their figures and weapons glowing as they eliminate the malevolent warp-touched souls.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #37 on: April 26, 2017, 11:44:14 PM »
Soul Reaver weaves his sorcery as fast as he safely can while Jharm, Cameron and Mary stand at his back.  The waves Thousand Sons break against their wrath, leaving Soul Reaver unscathed long enough to complete the magical field.  Once completed it becomes far more resilient - the field should hold for several hours on its own without requiring any further input from Soul Reaver.

Almost immediately Soul Reaver sees the flow of power cut off to the rest of the room.  He then swiftly turns around and sees the immediate effects that this has had on the obsidian constructs.  Allowing himself a exhalation of relief, he hefts Blooddrinker in his right hand while resuming the aborption of souls with his left.  He sends a brief message to his protectors.

You have my gratitude

Jharm's war-cry rallies the Seraphim.  With his companions at his side and the pillar at his back, Soul Reaver only needs concern himself with the Rubric Marines before him.  Blooddrinker's screaming blade proves more than adequate for the task, disintegrating incoming projectiles and slicing through armour in a pirouette of devastation.

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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #38 on: April 27, 2017, 05:03:50 PM »
Kitharsis, in a haze of dizziness, notices a shift in the energy inside the Spire.  The Rubric Marines seem to have have increased in aggression, if it was at all possible.  As his golden, spinning sphere passes by, he notices Rubric Marines springing to their feet.  Rather than staying down, their souls are returning to their bodies.

This might require more precision than his current situation.

"Release us, the tide has changed." 

The tiny skeleton nods and releases the magic holding the golden shield together.  Kitharsis tumbles head over heels, directly into a group of Rubric Marines.  Before he takes too many direct hits, Kitharsis activates his tattoos.  Red spikes unleash in all directions, piercing through the group of Rubric Marines.  He can't tell if it is the dizziness or not, but he could swear that they still stir, even with the glowing spikes protruding through their bodies.

One of them slams a heavy gauntleted backhand across the side of his head.  A sobering moment.

Their will still carries on, even though their bodies are broken.

With double vision, kitharsis wrenches the spikes, twisting and crushing the shell's of the Rubric Marines.  He might not be able to destroy the souls of his opponents, but he can keep them busy in the meantime.

With a grunt he slams the pierced Rubric Marines onto the ground and retracts the spikes.  His horeseman's pick, glowing with energy, plows through Rubric Marines left and right as he weaves a path of destruction through their ranks.  The tiny mage resumes defending from incoming bolter fire.  The pair should be releasing plenty of souls for the Seraphim and Soul Reaver to absorb and then some.
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Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Reply #39 on: May 07, 2017, 11:31:48 PM »
The battlements became ominously less crowded all of a sudden. There were crumpled rubric marines in all directions (and due to the Dan-Kith attack, all different sizes), but there was something missing. The echoes were no longer there. Not a one. And neither was the Nephilim Lord. Not a trace. That is, until a random rubric marine that had been mashed into the ground was suddenly catapulted into the air, crashing back down to the ground a ways away. Danyael climbed sluggishly out from the whole, clearly lacking what little patience was left. This day was going from good, to random, to fair, to all sorts of fucked up that he was getting ridiculously frustrated at the nigh infinite cannon fodder being thrown their way – no matter how formidable.

One rubric marine appeared to break through the defenses, by way of either luck or opportunism. But before it reached the stairs, it was hammered hard into the ground as Danyael kicked a stomping landing on top of the creature, smashing it into the ground with an eerie crunch of metal and bone. He lifted his gaze just in time to hear the battlecry of the Seraphim, affording the Nephilim Lord a cynical smirk at the irony of the remark. “Light. Here? Not today.”

Unsheathing the yamato, he sneered, looking past the marines and rushed into the fray with the other companions and grey knights – only for the rubric marines to be assaulted from the rear as the echoes engaged in a secondary assault in a pincer tactic. With the companions attacking from one end and the echoes attacking from the other, there was little curiosity from the Nephilim Lord to wonder if there were any last minute tricks up the sleeves of his enemies. The chamber was once again awash with dashing blurred hues of red, black and gold as the Nephilim Lord exerted speed and numbers to assist in turning the tides even further in the favor of the Companions.
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