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Korthose emerged from the ruined immoltator holding a dead furies head. The battle was pretty much over, the daemons had taking a rough toll but all the "important" ones were still alive. He saw Vetis make his way over to him,

“It would seem that Wyrdcaller seeks an audience, I hope that you, like myself have grand stories to recite about the battle today?”

"stories of battle? These are not the kind of things I live for vetis, although I must admit that ripping humans heads from their shoulders is an amusing hobby."

Just as he finished speaking Korthose saw dwelling fire crash into a rock beside him, it was close and sent him flying a couple of metres. He rolled as he landed to minimise damage. Just then a bolt of tzeentch seared past korthoses right eye, it cought his skin and burned it to a crisp.

The horror would need to have some sort of healing soon or he was going to die, he snarled at wrydcaller and shot a few bolts at him but against the greater daemon it was useless. The attacks bounced off his force field and deflected back at him forcing him to dodge. An idea sprang into the horrors mind, he would need his fellows help though. He turned to see Vetis legging it in the opposite direction. Korthose cursed and sprang after him. "STOP VETIS, HOLD YOUR GROUND COWARD." yelled Korthose. A bolt of daemonic fire thudded into his back knocking him over and searing his flesh. He once again felt the pull of the blue horrors but fought with his might to stay in his body.

He turned over onto his back and looked up at wyrdcaller, why was he attacking him? The other thing Korthose noticed was the disappearance of anon, the lesser being would pay for his deeds. With all his might Korthose stood and sprinted in the direction of anons flight.



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Oon'Nu was bleeding thick ichor, his Necron opponent was not much better, their battle had been a flurry of exchanged blows, gauss fired at close range into rancid organs and caustic acids eating into metal. It would have gone on for longer except that Oon'Nu's intestines chose that moment to spill and entangled his gangrenous legs. And the Necrons.
They both went down in a heap of flailing limbs, each attempting to kill the other while trying to regain footing, Oon'Nu lost most of his internal organs to the warscythe and the Immortal had one of its hands dissolved in the viscous fluids that seeped from the daemons organs.

A screech echoed across the battlefield, its suddenness causing both combatants to pause, the daemon looked at the Necron in time to receive a death-glare, which was returned as the Immortal phased out, leaving a small fizzle of energy behind that dissipated swiftly, the PlagueBearer stood and rearranged his internal organs to prevent them getting in the way again and chuckled, that could have been much worse then it had turned out.
Oon'Nu grinned and began heading back towards the Greater Daemons, he had some new disease ideas he'd like to discuss with the Great Unclean One...
He arrived in time to witness Anon's final treachery, which was just great.

He noted that Poxgiver, who was approaching with murderous intent was wounded quite badly, very vulnerable to attacks possibly because of the lack of aid by a Lesser Daemon, ordinarily he would have been affronted by this buuuuut this time it was in his favor so he would instead thank whoever made the decision. He spared a look at the Tzeentchian Great Daemon, in near-perfect health, bad luck for the Schemer's minions.
Oon'Nu glanced at Viralestopheles before moving to engage the Greater Daemon, he dodged the first blow and struck at Poxgiver's wrist, which missed but ah well, Poxgiver was still strong but slower and not at his best, not that his best was far from looking like his worst.

He would have to use maneuverability, that which he possessed, to stay out of reach, darting in to attack after Poxgiver had attempted a blow. It didn't take too long but during the fight Poxgiver managed to seize both of Oon'Nu's remaining Nurglings and crush them back into the vile sludge they had spawned from.
Pity, he had kind of liked those two.
With a deranged laugh he launched into the attack, his gift of unholy might matching and just barely surpassing the weakened Poxgiver, his toxin-ridden sword caused wounds that even Poxgiver could feel, although the diseases had practically no effect. His aim was to cripple and stun Poxgiver under his near-relentless blows and it was working too.
A particularly powerful blow took a nick from of the Greater Daemons sword and a return swing from Poxgiver nearly bisected Oon'Nu, he did lose a couple of layers of scabs but nothing that wouldnt grow on him again.
With his sword weakened and nasty gashes opened in his already rent stomach, not too mention wounds caused by the traitor Anon's Furies, Poxgiver was on the defensive and his sword was finally broken as Oon'Nu's blade found a weakness, this was after a semi-long struggle that ended up with Oon'Nu missing a hand, a chunk of skull and a good portion chest and the associating organs.

He knew that he was not quite strong enough to completely defeat Poxgiver and pulled back from the Greater Daemon, a rasping chuckle accompanied by oozing bile.
"All *cough*yours...now*wheeze*...Viralestopheles*hack*"
Oon'Nu would need a few moments to regain strength, and with his weapon shattered, Poxgiver should be able to be taken down by the other Plague Bearer.


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Viralestopheles was ready for Bragi, standing fast, but ready to juke right Viralestopheles waited. Bragi getting impatient finally lunged forward to strike, but was distracted by a necron lord's scream. Viralestopheles met her lunge by grasping her with his large pincers, he then let loose a gout of chaos breath... instead of destroying or burning or melting the daemon, it empowered her, her head grew to enormous size... however the rest of her stayed the same. her body crushed under the weight of her overgrown head, she fell victim to gravity... unable to lift her head she was easy prey at that point. Viralestopheles sliced her head off clean with his plague sword. The head then swollen, burst like an egg sac, and what burst forth was two beasts of nurgle.... no.... one large simiese twin beast of nurgle... their bodies obviously mostly made of brain matter. dripping with sticky juices.

Triumphant Viralestopheles watched as the harpies attacked Poxgiver, killing themselves in his bile in the process. However this greatly weakened him, and when he was ordered to kill his minions, Viralestopheles rejoiced at a chance to take on the brute. However Viralestopheles knew he was formidable even in his weakened state, plus Oon'Nu was closer. Viralestopheles waited till Oon'Nu engaged and was used up before engaging himself. He watched as Oon'Nu sundered Poxgiver's weapon, this is when he knew to move.

Viralestopheles sent in his cohorts next, his remaining 4 beasts of Nurgle, and his new simiese twin. He approached cautiously and watched and he beat each one slowly to death, finally tearing the simese twin in half... Viralestopheles could tell Poxgiver was spent, and exhausted... and that Nurgle's grace had left him... he knew this because of the whispers of Nurgle in Viralestopheles's head, "Kill the unworthy my child".

Viralestopheles rushing like a spider up the girth of Poxgiver's back, stabbed, into the back of the neck of Poxgiver with his large pincer claws, and began chewing his way into the body, like a borer beetle. Poxgiver reached back to try to brush away his attacker, but Viralestopheles sliced off Poxgiver's hand with his imbued Plague sword. Reeling in pain, Poxgiver lunged forward, and Viralestopheles dug in deeper, and began consuming the Much larger opponent. Poxgiver could sense his end and was fading... in a last ditched effort he threw himself on his back, burying Viralestopheles under his girth before letting out his death rattle....

Moments went by in silence ... then in the darkness Nurgle reached out to his new chosen... Poxgiver's body rotted away in mere seconds.. splitting open and bile flowing out with green power.... to reveal a new great unclean one..... VIRALESTOPHELES THE GREAT UNCLEAN ONE!!! Huge and foreboding... his back had taken on the form of a snail, in order to carry his great girth, as his tentacles could no longer carry his weight, but the tentacles had multiplied and grown longer... and at the tip of each one now rested a stinger with a different toxin, poison, pox, or disease in each one. His Plague sword was imbued with power and glowed a bright purple green. and his anus had be come distended and yawned open as a large gaping whole, with teeth and puss filled eyes inside.

The slime trail left behind by Viralestopheles spawned nurglings and they dance in joy around the great unclean one. As he begins the pursuit of Anon. He was betrayed and anon will know the price.


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Anon flew steadily towards the Imperial city on the horizon. It would be imperative that he make it to his cult`s lair before any more unfortunate distractions could present themselves. The loss of his prime furies would result in a few revisions to his plan later on, but ultimately even they were replaceable. Especially since he no longer needed to cling to one`s back to fly.

The darkening sky had since blocked out all semblance of sunlight, only the unholy fires of the battlefield behind and the lights of the city before him offered any real illumination. After leaving his former allies to die, he would need to be very careful when next he traversed the warp.

The Lost Blade of the Forgotten God was powerful, but it was not quite ready for the task Anon had in mind. Not yet at least.

- - -

Bonecrusher`s roars of hatred and rage had largely subsided, to be replaced by growling and snarls of pain. Gong`Alt and Tha`Aktos were apparently more powerful than Anon had guessed, and Bonecrusher himself had seemingly lost the will to fight. It was as though he had given up and resigned to his fate, seemingly able to content himself on the fact that his favoured servants would enact his final vengeance.

‘End that little traitor...’ He muttered at last, his rage finally spent.

- - -

Caressela was almost in tears, but could not deny that on some level, she was enjoying this. Against all commonsense, she had been forced to slay her own little sister, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not find guilt. Her very nature forced her to enjoy the terrible deed that had been commanded of her.

‘I`m so sorry little sis.’ She called following a deadly swipe of her sword. ‘I`m really, really sorry.’ It was impossible to miss the utter lack of conviction behind those words as her attacks continued, all the while as she thought of how best to destroy her favourite servant.

- - -

Wyrdcaller had no such compunctions as regret, he would destroy his minions, he would destroy the other survivors, then he would hunt down and destroy Anon for his betrayal. In the way of his kind of course, Anon`s fate was about to be pulled in a vastly different direction to what the little Shadow wanted, Wyrdcaller would make damn sure of it!

One thing worried the Lord of Change. Korthose and Vetis were quite resilient, far more so than was right for a mere pair of Horrors. It was almost as if they were...

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Gong`Alt:: As Bonecrusher falls to his knees, you sieze your chance, leaping forward to strike a blow against your former master. He makes a feeble attempt to defend, but you bypass his block easily and tear one of the horns from his skull, before blowing upon it like a battle trumpet and roaring loudly in triumph. The rest of your update will be sent via PM.

Tha`Aktos: Following Gong`Alt`s attack, you see your own chance for glory, and move in to make your attack. I`ll send the rest via PM.

Lacessera: Caressela is gradually losing her edge as her attacks continue, almost as if her strength is fading. Now is your chance to fight back! Rest will be sent via PM.

Korthose and Vetis: For reasons you can only guess at, Wyrdcaller`s attacks seem to miss you or else only inflict superficial damage. Perhaps Tzeentch has truly blessed you? In any case, a blessing alone will not save you. You will need to think of a more certain way to save yourselves. The two of you need to co-ordinate, develop a strategy to strike from multiple angles and take Wyrdcaller off guard. Convene with each other via PM or recruitment thread.

Viralestopheles: As you travel, you may encounter dregs of abandoned furies, semi functioning necrons or even dazed imperial warriors. Don`t let anything slow you from the task at hand. Head towards the city. Sorry, not a real lot to do until a few others catch up.

Oon`Nu: Following your own transformation, you can either follow your fellow nurglite in pursuit of Anon, or choose to aid your Tzeentchian "allies." Follow Godsmacked`s parameters if you wish, or co-ordinate with Warsmith and Samu3 to attack Wyrdcaller.

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Lacessera continued to dodge and weave out of incoming blows. She knew not what drove Caralessa to attack her, but still, tears fell freely from both of their daemonic eyes. Black whispering clouded Lacessera's mind, and she felt as though nothing would stop the Keeper of Secrets from devouring her. Each swipe seemed to come closer, and closer, and closer...

She's weaker than you...

Lacessera tingled with ecstatic joy at the sound. The whispering in her head had focused, and now Lacessera realised that the Prince spoke to her. In admiration, Lacessera squealed with joy at the very timbre of the god's voice. Caralessa's eyes grew wider, and panic gripped the greater daemon; she knew what was happening. She tried to attack faster, but her blows only became slower, and slower...

You were always my favourite. My little Lacessera...

Lacessera cried with joy, leaping clean over the rapidly diminishing form of Caralessa, and landing neatly behind her. Stabbing inwards, Lacessera tore one of the daemon's claws clean off; it landed with a dull thud, producing a silent scream from Caralessa, and a reverberating, lustful moan from Lacessera.

Yes...yes... kill her, my pet. Ascend. You are my favourite now. My Keeper of Secrets.

Unable to contain her joy, Lacessera leapt atop the fading form of Caralessa. Bringing her head next to that of the dying daemon, Lacessera whispered, giggling:

"Don't worry. I'll make it quick."

With one, clean stroke from her bladed limbs, the head of the daemon fell to the floor. Lacessera backed away, wondering what would happen next. She felt nothing. Standing for a few seconds, Lacessera began to feel annoyed. But then, she heard it again:

Oh, you're perfect. My spoilt little child. Now, ASCEND!

Suddenly, Lacessera fell to the floor, screaming with pure pleasure. Her body was cocooned in a pulsating purple sphere of light, the Orb of Pleasure; what went on inside was too obscene to be described, but the sounds which emanated within caused the dying Sisters within earshot to strip themselves down, and begin thrusting at each other madly, until they died, the high-pitch moans and screams emanating from the Orb driving them insane with lust. Suddenly, the Orb was swept away, like pink smoke; revealing the form of the Keeper of Secrets within.

Lacessera's body had grown, grown even larger than Caralessa was. Her flesh was a pale purple, and pulsating with a sensuous glow. She now had four arms; two upper ones, ending in mighty black claws, and two lower; still with hands, so she could perform all manner of obscenity on her victims. Her head remained much the same; only larger, and with a great, gold stone set into her forehead. Scented, musky aromas were exuded by her sensual flesh, sending any mortal near her giddy. Giving out an almighty birthing roar, at last Lacessera had ascended. The Keeper of Secrets was born.

Turning and surveying the battlefield, Lacessera saw that a new Great Unclean One was making its slow and slimy way towards the city where Anon had fled. The memory of the filthy double-dealing daemon aroused Lacessera; she would make him want her, and she would drive him mad with lust. She was determined.

In a few great leaps, Lacessera had sidled up to the snail-like form of the Nurgle Greater Daemon. Giggling slightly at its odd-looking trail of pus, Lacessera asked it;

"So, who are you? I am Lacessera; my old mistress, Caralessa, is now dead," Lacessera giggled again, "Who are you? I don't recognise your hulking, pulsating lump of flesh." Lacessera laughed again, a sound which was deemed to have sounded sweet and intoxicating to some, and like death itself to others. Truly, she was mighty now.

Yes, my pet...kill Anon, make him feel pain. As much pain as you want.

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Bonecrusher had regained himself, and strode forward, now no longer trying to resist Anon's power. "I'LL RIP YOUR HEADS OFF, WEAKLINGS!" He pounced high in the air, decending upon the duo with his axe raised. Gong'Alt dived to the side. "RAAAAAAAARGH!" he roared with rage. Taking a leap forward, Gong'Alt cleaved his flaring Hellblade into Bonecrisher's side, carving a deep wound into his muscle tissue. He flung his weight around, the axe soaring by Gong'Alt's head. He ducked, and ran foward, slicing Bonecrusher's groin and finishing upward. The monster howled with pain and rage as he lowered himself, feebly attempting to hit Gong'Alt with his fist. Seizing his chance of victory, Gong'Alt put a foot onto his closed fist and lifted off, bringing the flaming Hellblade down in a wide arc. It grazed his head, causing very little damage. Then, he finished with a final swipe and cleaved off his master's horn, catching it in midfall.

Gong'Alt slung his master's horn over his back, affixed to a brass chain and howled again, in triumph. He covered his shame of having to be saved by his nemesis with his roaring.

Then, the ground began to shake and crumble as blood pooled out of the emerging cracks. Within seconds the blood had managed to cover many meter of ground, when all of a sudden a giant, daemonic monster burst from the ground, roaring with savageness even Gong'Alt didn't have. Without even a pause, it charged Gong'Alt, metallic jaws opened wide and giant horn positioned fro. This was his chance - his chance to become more powerful than any Bloodletter can ever hope to become! He would much rather die than leave this opportunity to rot. Carefully positioning his legs, Gong'Alt leapt high in the air, and landed upon the Juggernaut's back.

Roaring savagely, the Juggernaut jumped and swerved, violently snapping at Gong'Alt. Adding his anger to his will to tame this creature, Gong'Alt thrust his forearm into it's head. The beast continued to roar, violently throwing itself around. Then, a voice like red thunder boomed into his mind, and his mouth shouted the words aloud OBEY ME! The Juggernaut halted suddenly, a terrified look in its glowering red eyes. Then, following the event, Gong'Alt's horns grew larger and twisted, and he noticed his muscles slightly ripple, his black spots receded into the red of his body. He knew what this meant. The all powerful Khorne himself had promoted Gong'Alt to rank of Herald. He roared loudly with glee, his Juggernaut rearing up. He raised his Hellblade high in the air, the fire flaring large along the edges.

He whispered into the Juggernaut's ear, "I am Gong'Alt, and you are my servant. If you disobey me, almighty Khorne will have you punished, do you understand?" The Juggernaut moved its golden head, suggesting it understood. Despite the fact that this creature looked like a savage metal animal, it is still inhabited by a Chaos-worshipper's soul, and therefore about as intelligent as Gong'Alt himself. "I shall name you Kragh'Laa, but for short, I'll call you Bunny."


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Vetis could only ponder what fate had befallen Korthose, the fellow Daemon had called out to him as he had ran from his greater counter-part.

“Stop Vetis, Hold your ground coward!”

He had screamed, it was however to no avail and his demand had been completely ignored. He was most likely dead by now, or at least dying both were the same to Vetis. Peering out from his position amongst the Sister’s of Battle’s ruined lines he could just spot a faint flicker of bright pink lightning in the distance. Obviously something was still going on, who was Wyrdcaller fighting now and would he come for him next? It was not a pleasant thought, to know that he would have to face off against his far more powerful superior. Vetis would have to use everything at his disposable to even stand a remote chance against the winged being, sitting back down Vetis brought up one of his left hands and rubbed the wound on his back. Wyrdcaller would owe him for that, coming to a decision Vetis stumbled out of the trench and headed towards the fighting. Wrydcaller would come for him; he might as well treat himself to the element of surprise.

Unfortunately the task proved to be considerably more difficult than he had first anticipated. Even now Wrydcaller pressed his attack; Vetis was squatting behind the merger amount of cover that some rock formation was providing. In a desperate attempt to slow the greater daemon down he was throwing many of the larger boulders over his head in Wrydcaller’s general direction. Korthose was no-were to be seen, Wrydcaller must have been very thorough if he hadn’t even left a body. Vaulting over his cover Vetis ran out to confront his assailant once more, each time he would fire before taking cover quickly. It was wearing the greater daemon down but Vetis suspected that he would have to clash toe to toe soon at the rate that they were closing in on each other.

“Korthose, if your still out there then get over here!”

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Korthose weaved under a ball of daemonic flames, thanks to the coward Vetis's actions he was now facing Wyrdcaller alone. So far he had made no progress, Wyrdcaller had continuously launched attacks at the horror forcing him to run, hide or act like a gymnast and avoid the attacks. Korthose's anger at vetis had made him stay and choose the latter option but he was tiring fast.

He heard a whoosh, he promptly stepped to the right just as a bolt of tzeentch slammed into the ground three feet from him. Korthose raised what a horror considers to be his eyebrow and said to himself "what?" Before that Wyrdcallers attacks had been accurate ever since he met the lord of change. But now attacks were going wide a lot of the time.

Korthose however did not doubt the lord of change's intelligence, he was sure that the greater daemon would find a way around it. And of course he did just that, Wyrdcaller shot a barrage of firebolts soaring into the air at roughly 75 degrees so that when they were beaten by gravity they would pelt the area Korthose was currently stood in. "Shit!" Korthose broke into a sprint into the same direction Vetis ran in, Korthose wasn't going to kid himself, there was no way he was going to be able to defeat the lord of change alone.

"KORTHOSE IF YOU'RE OUT THERE, GET OVER HERE"

The voice belonged to Vetis, Korthose allowed himself a small moment of satisfaction before grabbing up a sheet of scrap metal and turned so nothing that would be thrown by the blasts hit his flesh. The bits of stone, flesh and metal pelted the scrap metal like rain of glass. There was still considerable force that threw the horror onto his back. He groaned as he stood up, the battle was finally taking it's toll on him. He limped towards the other Horror, "I am here vetis, hurry up and help me. You're actions have exposed me to damage I should not have taken"



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Viralestopheles continued on, determined no to let Anon escape his punishment. As The Great Unclean on proceeded he killed the stragglers at will, and began their process of converting to nurgle warriors, and beasts.

Soon Lacessera bounded up beside Viralestopheles and spoke to him. Viralestopheles's only answer was to lick Lacessera with a spare tentacle from time to time.

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ooc: Okay, anyone who`s missed can cover themselves in the next post. I`ll keep this one brief before the big finale.

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Anon waited at the cult`s rally point. He had been there for about ten minutes and awaited a response from some of the cult members.

This is taking too long. He thought to himself. A worrying doubt began to set in, why were the cultists taking so long to arrive? He looked back the way he came in a moment of paranoia.

No... He thought. It couldn`t be. Putting the thought from his mind, he began to search the area. They were supposed to meet him here, everything had gone to plan, the signal had been sent so what cause was there for the delay?

Rounding a corner, the answer became clear. A lone necron stood. Carrying a scythe and wearing a long black robe not unlike his own, it stood over the eviscerated corpse of one of his cultists.

It turned to face him. Then it laughed before vanishing.

'NOOO!!!' Anon screamed. With his cultists dead, he was basically trapped! He could not hope to traverse the warp alone with no protection! The rituals could not be performed without the cult`s aid!

Something niggled at the edge of his senses.

He turned. It was hazy and indistinct on the darkened horizon, but they were definitely there... It made no sense to him, how could they possibly have survived?!

They were coming. Anon sank to his knees. The invisible necron`s laughter echoed all around him.

How? He asked silently. How long were you following me?


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Tha`Aktos and Oon`Nu: You have fallen behind. Finish your previous updates before continuing with the parameters below in the same post.

Vetis and Korthose: Wyrdcaller`s power has finally waned. It is time to make your move. More updates will be sent via PM

Everyone else: As you approach the city, The darkness at your feet begins to react. Anon has discovered your survival and is attempting to slow you down. You will be attacked by tendrils of darkness sprouting from the ground, as well as shadowy echoes and memories of past foes you have encountered. Essentially, you can create your own foes at this point. Daemons live a long time and you will have faced many enemies in your time. Anon is making your memories real again to try and slow you down, but you must punch through and reach the city where you will come face to face with Anon himself.

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