[Samu3]

The ground below his feet ruptured and split, the battlefield shook and the daemons and Sisters alike were distracted, if only for a moment from killing each other. Metal beings came forth from the cracks in to the earth and immediately begun to fire in all directions, the sister who had been hell bent on seeing Vetis fall only seconds before was now flayed alive by the green energy weapons of the metal beings. Necrons, Vetis believed they were called a nuisance is all they are in the galaxy and to his memory why they are here in the first place.

Vetis let shots fly into everything around him that wasn’t pink, purple or multi limbed, the bolt of Tzeentch made quick work of the Necron warriors taking arms and legs and even heads. Bits of metal and strange alien wiring flew through the air and lay scattered on the earth. Yet more were coming, growing in number and strength it would not be long before they regroup and strike back, how long would he be able to keep this up?

Luckily the answer came to him, Vetis felt his every fiber tremble as it was infused with power and the sorcery that coursed through his body now became not just a direction of Tzeentchs will but a part of himself. The effects were devastating he no longer even had to focus to cast his fires it simply jumped from his hands and destroyed the Necron attackers at will.
More and more came, but more and more fell as Lighting split out from Vetis’s being and took whole chunks from the warriors, metal bodies lay dead by the dozen and Vetis stood immobile in the middle of it, Cackling at the power he was unleashing.

As much as he was enjoying the situation it was time to make like a moral and flee, no matter how much he unloaded into the oncoming Necrons they didn’t let up and it would not be long before he was overrun. Leaving his two remaining minions to cover his retreat he ran to the safety of Wrydcaller.

 

[Serpion5]

Anon laughed in wry amusement as the daemons struggled with the necrons below.

'They fare well, Master.' Bragi said, flying alongside Nikar.

'It won`t matter in the long run.' Anon replied. 'The necrons can`t be stopped by the likes of us. We need to draw them out into the open. Force them to play their strongest hand. The gods have done as I expected so far, lavishing their attention on their favoured children and completely ignoring me. Those daemons down there, even if they do survive the necrons, will be too blinded by arrogance to believe I can threaten them.'

'But can you?' Nikar asked, banking slightly and causing Anon to shift his weight a little.

'Is that mistrust, Nikar?' Anon asked. 'After everything I`ve done for you and your pack, are you now questioning my leadership?'

'No Master.' Nikar replied, aware of the silver sword at Anon`s hip. 'But they are stronger than you now. We all see that. What will you do when they turn on you?'

'They were stronger than me from the start.' Anon replied. 'Even now, even then, I was nothing more than a lost soul drifting through the formless wastes. I was strong enough to keep my memories intact, but not strong enough to do anything more.'

'You are like us.' Lakhi said.

'More so than you realize.' Anon said, almost with a hint of sadness. Almost...


'Land over there!' Anon called sharply. The cluster of furies descended sharply towards a patch of empty ground. Anon jumped off lightly, landing with a roll next to a huge rent in the ground. No more necrons were emerging from this part, so it seemed safe to descend.

'Nikar, Bragi.' Anon ordered. 'Lead the furies. Keep the necrons busy. And keep our... allies, occupied as well.'

'Master?' Lakhi asked.

'You`re with me, Lakhi.' Anon said. 'I`ll need your help.'

- - -

'That cursed traitor!' Wyrdcaller screeched in fury, blasting a small group of necron warriors into slag.

Nearby, Vetis and Korthose were instantly aware of their master`s distress. They had all been betrayed!

'What are you babbling on about?!' Bonecrusher demanded. He swung his axe, destroying a necron leader with casual disdain, before turning to the Lord of Change.

'Anon played us all!' Wyrdcaller replied. 'We were nothing but bait to draw the necrons away from whatever his objective was!'

'Then we have to get down there!' Poxgiver interjected, overhearing the conversation. 'But we must deal with these first!'

'What do you suggest?' The bloodthirster roared, crushing a group of blade limbed necrons beneath his hooves.

'The tetragon!' Wyrdcaller shouted, loud enough for all to hear. 'NOW!'


In a blast of pulsating dark energy, the four greater daemons were linked by a chain of warp energy, forming a geographical polygon between them that pulsated with chaotic forces.

Unfortunately, several of the cohorts were caught outside the formation. And now, even more necrons were beginning to rise...


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Tha`Aktos: You were inside the tetragon when it formed, fortunately. As it empowers you however, it also empowers the furies. Nikar lands before you, brimming with dark power. He has come to exact his last challenge to you. Nikar is a truly powerful foe, especially for a fury. The upper hand is yours, but it will take more than one post to defeat him.

Gong`Alt: You were caught outside the tetragon. As you begin to make your way towards it, a command level necron bars your path. Its carapace is black punctuated only by the green of its inner power source. Brandishing a warscythe, it prepares to cut you down. Necron or not, it is a formiddable adversary. This is not a one post kill.

Viralistopheles: You are inside the tetragon, but the furies are empowered as much as you. Bragi lands before you, intent on your demise. Bragi is faster than you, and can fly. This is not a one post kill.

Vetis: You are inside the tetragon. As the necrons are drained and fall before you, you see a group of furies taking advantage of the flowing energy to assail the Keeper of Secrets Caressela. Will you help her or not? This will impact the plot depending on whether you destroy the furies or let them kill her.

Korthose: Finish previous update. Then, you are caught outside the tetragon. As you make your way to the safety of its confines, you and your cohort are ambushed by a necron wraith. It has the ability to increase its own speed apparently, as well as the ability to teleport rapidly. Its dark carapace is illuminated only by the green glow of its eyes and talons.Not a one post kill.

Oon`Nu: You were caught outside the tetragon, having moved to assist the daemonette. Before you can make it back to safety, A large heavily armoured necron appears before you. its gun is very powerful, and when you close the gap it draws a warscythe. Even your nurglite gifts are diminished, as it seems able to reshape its metal form and resist the effects of rust.Not a one post kill.

Lacaressa: You were a short distance outside the tetragon. Before you can react, a necron crawls from the ground before you, its limbs end in knife like blades and the skin of flayed mortals hangs off its wiry frame. Belying its clumsy form, it moves at least as fast as you and its only interest is in wearing your skin. Not a one post kill.


ooc: The end is in sight. Now is the time to give it your all! :wild:

 

[DestroyerHive]

Gong'Alt ran towards the tetragon, where the four Greater Daemons had gathered to unleash the full power of the Warp upon the foe. He had to be there to defend Bonecrusher and allow the ritual to complete. Maybe then... maybe then he'd get his cohort back.

He ran, making use of his supernatural speed, slicing down a Necron as he passed. Then, he slowed to a walk when he approached a large cavernous wall. On the ground lay at least a dozen corpses of Sisters, all sprawled about, missing arms, legs, and heads on their bodies. He went forward a bit more, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a ghastly green light. A dark creature emerged from around the cliffside, using his Warscythe as a walking stick. It's carapace was shining a glossy black, as though all the sun's light was absorbed into the metal, never to be seen again. It's eyes and staff glowed with an eerie green light, that highlighted the armor.

It turned its gaze to meet the red daemon, and brandished its spear in both hands. Gong'Alt approached it, and roared, lashing his whip around him. It merely stood there, watching. This being was uttery fearless. Gong'Alt approached it, slightly quivering. The Necron Lord took a long stride forward, twriling his Warscythe with expert skill. Surely if Gong'Alt could defeat this foe, he would be proven better then Tha'Aktos. He roared and charged, and his nameless foe had followed suit.

They clashed with deadly blows, swinging at each other's bodies, Gong'Alt savagely, and the Necron Lord swiftly. They were both too fast, ducking and dodging with unatural speed. Gong'Alt's whip lashed at the enemy in an attempt to bind it, but the Lord sliced it in half with an upperhand slash. A wave of pain shot through Gong'Alt as the whip twitched spasmotically, blood squirting from the end. With a roar, he swung in a blind arc at the enemy's head, but it ducked and came up, knocking Gong'Alt back with a powerful uppercut.

The daemon jumped to his feet, just in time to see a blade swing towards his face. Gong'Alt ducked quickly with a sharp left turn, and saw half of his shoulder spike fall to the ground. He got up, furious at the machine's skill. He got up again, raising his Hellblade, but the Necron Lord performed an elegant and swift backflip, landing with its arms in balance, the cold green light still lingering within its empty eye sockets.

 

[Samu3]

The ground pulsed with energy as all four of the greater daemons shared their power in a formation known only as the “Tetragon”. That ring of power was all that stood between the daemon’s and the oncoming Necron horde, all around him the warriors of the C’Tan collapsed into the useless piles metal that they truly are as the ring drained their only life source. Yet the attackers gave no attention to their fallen comrades and continued to march on, seemingly unfazed. All around him the battle continued to rage, yet something had changed the furies were acting erratically, or at least more so towards their own side. One of the fiends dived low, a menacing smile was spread wide over its face and it became evident that it was taking pleasure in what had conspired. Its claws came out and Vetis was forced to dive away and headfirst into one of the rocky formations, there was no mistaking it the Furies were no longer on their side. Ignoring the pain from his forehead Vetis rose to his full height before blasting up at the sky; his lighting would prove to be quite the show for those looking over the battle.

The blackened forms of the furies begun to spiral back down to the earth as his lighting struck them, many of the creatures took notice of their brethrens demise and forced Vetis back, inflicting several injuries to his being in the process. He was not the only one with problem however, out of the corner of his eye he could spot the Keeper of Secrets, Caressela . The furies were taking advantage of their added power and were assailing the Keeper from all angles. Blasting away his own attackers Vetis was able to secure a clear shot at the greater daemons assailants within moments his fires would be able to incinerate every single one of the fiends. He hesitated, lowering his arm Vetis begun to consider how helping this one would benefit Tzeentch or even himself. She served Slaanesh, but what good has that god brought to his masters plans? Yes let them destroy her instead it may be for the best. Turning his back to the greater daemon Vetis made to move hastily away, yet with a single abrupt movement he stopped himself.

If I let her die then the Tetragon falls! Vetis shivered as he finally realized the whole gravity of the situation. If the Tetragon falls then the Necrons and furies overwhelm us, But Anon commands the furies which means that this is his doing! The warp creature has set us up!

Spinning his whole body around to face the Keeper of Secrets once more he let his power run loose into the furies and charred their bodies until they merely dust in the wind.

If they overwhelm us then Anon wins, but Tzeentch will not lose to such a low plane spawn it is unheard of!

With that his mind was made up, leaping from a rocky ledge he hit the floor next to the greater Daemon and snapped his warp energies into the sky once more, intent on sacrificing anything if it meant the continued existence of the Tetragon, even if it meant his mortal form.

 

[WarpSpawned]

Oon'Nu scowled at the Necron Immortal, why wouldn't it just keel over and rust like any decent creature? A lunge from it was parried by him, he retaliated with a double swipe that was knocked aside, with a speed belying his diseased frame he dodged backwards, gaining only a shallow cut across his chest.

A quick glance around proved that others had their own troubles, that worm Anon was gone and his pet Furies were turning on their more powerful kin, the Daemonette, he was still disgusted at her, and his, reaction earlier, was battling a Flayed One. Tha`Aktos was challenging the rather powerful Fury, Nikar, the other Bloodletter, Gong'Alt was fighting a rather strong common Necron, a Warrior.

His fellow PlagueBearer was also fighting a Fury, but they were both inside the tetragon, the Keeper of Secrets was being assailed by Furies and had only a Tzeentchian Daemon to gain aid from.
The other Horror was ambushed by a Wraith, Oon'Nu would get no aid from anyone, so be it.

He still had two Nurglings and, he smiled, his faithful little flies, he Called and they came, leaving what corpses that remained and swarming to him, and then they did what they do best; they annoyed.
His flies blocked vision and hampered the movement of the Necron, allowing Oon'Nu to create a gash that, despite the Immortals metal-shaping ability, slowly reddened as rust set in. Oon'Nu knew that that wound would not do much, but if more were created like it then the Necron would eventually succumb.

With a smile he lashed out, Daemon and Necron locked in a battle, the flies died in droves, their bodies crisping and turning to ash as the gauss weapon pulsed, the remaining insects continued their annoyance, always returning to disorient.
Once more, they clashed and Oon'Nu was forced to rely on every ounce of his combat prowess, never before had he been in such a prolonged contact, he gritted his teeth and spat a burning venom into the Necrons face and pressed the attack.

 

[warsmith7752]

Korthose weaved in and out of cover, he fired off barrage after barrage of fireballs. The cannoness was preoccupied with the other horror but her celestial bodyguards were menacingly making their way towards him. He cursed silently at his minions for getting themselves isolated and killed, Korthose looked up from his cover, two searing heat waves scorched past him, they missed but Korthose got the message they were trying to send. Although the horror did catch a glimpse of something metal crawling from the ground, he could dimly hear a conversation between anon and wrycaller, it seemed the traitor had used the daemons to awake these necrons.

Another blast of melta melted through the ruined husk of the tank he was using for cover. Korthose felt chaos energy prickle on his skin, he smiled, the gods were about to gift them again. He felt the power surge through his body, his hands bristled with power, if he did not get rid of it he would be overcome by it. He allowed the power to slip off his fingers, it flew off in a straight line and cleaved a near dead sister in two. Korthose realised what he had been gifted with, the bolt of tzeentch.

One of the sisters rounded the corner to be met by a face full of chaos energy, it made a clean hole, ironically it was in the shape of the mark of tzeentch. Korthose jumped up and facepalmed the other sister, he felt the humans soul leave her bosy and seep through his arm. Korthose felt his mind harden just slightly and his faith in his lord seemed to increase although he had no real way of telling it.

Korthose walked past the ruined tank to see the metallic beings, Korthose was mildly surprised but one of the books he read in the library from the initial assault said that this planet was suspected to be a tomb world by it's occupants. A warrior loosed a gause round it passed underneath the horrors outstretched arm. He snarled and turned to give the necron a bolt of tzeentch, the necron was hit in the left shoulder and was knocked to the ground.

Korthose grumbled to himself, he was annoyed that he had not foreseen anons treachery, it was no matter, he was certain of the daemons survival even against the necrons as well. Korthose surveyed the battlefield. The daemons had gained a fair bit of ground and Korthose was now behind the fighting, he saw a group of sisters rigging an immoltater to explode. Korthose broke into a sprint in pursuit of the tank, he wished he had brought his screamer (OOC: subtle enough hint serp?). He sent killed the first one with a fireball, she died with a scream alerting the other sisters, three came at him with chainswords, the first swipe came low so Korthose jumped, the second high forcing Korthose to swerve horizontally in the air. The last clipped his leg and chewed his flesh up a bit, but he was still battle worthy. Korthose countered with a bolt of tzeentch aimed at the first one, it his her hips and blew her lower body clean off from her torso, he then swerved and facepalmed the second, stealing her soul and leaving her lifeless corpse to rot in the churned up mud. The last one was a kill Korthose wanted to savour, he grabbed the chainswords motor and burned it clean through, he ripped the sisters generator from her back, the heavy adamantium weighed down on her now she did not have the assistance of the electrical power. Korthose pushed her to the ground, "your lucky I'm not a slaaneshi otherwise I would be raping you right now, instead I'm going to burn you like a pig on a spit." the sister lost faith and pleaded to the horror to allow her to live, Korthose granted her wish but soon she would regret ever opening her mouth to speak for her fate was one worse than death, it was eternal servitude to the lord of change.

Korthose walked into the tank to see a single sister trying to set the timer on her grenade, something made a clicking noise and the sister turned, she smiled at Korthose, "there is noting you can do to stop your little friends from perishing in flames now little daemon, even if you waste time killing me the bomb will have exploded by the-" she was cut off by the fact she no longer owned a face. Korthose did not have a way of stopping the bomb without sacrificing his life. he leapt outside the tank just as it's engines shuddered into life. Korthose stood, he had to take out the tracks, he steadied his right arm with his left and took aim, his bolt was true and the track slid off the wheels. The tank thudded to a stop a fair distance from his fellows. He sent a fireball towards the fuel tank, it ignited and created a large mushroom cloud of flames. Korthose did a clever little trick of re-arranging the flames in the shape or tzeentchs Mark. He knew the necrons would be unphased but the remaining sisters would be fairly demoralised.

Korthose weaved between battles between furies and necrons, necrons and daemons, daemons and furies. A necron wraith scythed a furies to prices and targeted him. He sent a bolt of energytowards the wraith, it would have hit the necrons head but the wraith was incredibly agile so it easily dodged it. The wraith slid it way over to him, it dodged yet more bolts sent off by Korthose, a fury dived at the wraith who put up his claws and allowed the fury to slide to it's own death. The necron was very sinister looking and it was then that Korthose realised how hard the fight ahead would be.

Korthose ran from the wraith, occasionally turning and letting loose a barage of magical attacks, it was no use though, the only attack that had hit was a single fireball that burned itself out without doing anything except making the wraith more lethal by being very, very hot. Korthose noticed the greater daemons form the tetragon on darkness, Korthose cursed his positioning but kept running, he tripped over a dead horror and hit his head on a rock.

He woke up in his mind, an idea came to him, "Allow the captured souls to give me their power," ^he didn't wait for a reply for he knew the wraith would be hovering over his body ready to strike.

He was right, the wraith was poised to strike, the talons erupted in green flames and started their descent towards the horros face, Korthose summoned two fierballs and met the wraiths talons with his hands. It was painful, very very painful, it took all of his strength not to let go. He felt two pairs of arms grow from his torso, he smiled with manic glee, he loosed four bolts of tzeentch, it dodged three but because it's movement was restricted by korthose holding his hands one shot thudded through it's right shoulder and took off it's arm. Now the battlefield was even, he sent a thought through his mind telling the blue horrors to recall the extra arms, he smiled and leapt at the wraith.........

 

[Ultra111]

Tha'Atkos felt the energy of the tetragon as it pulsed in to life, protecting them from the Necron horde. He did not feel disapointed at the lack of combat that would ensue like he normally would; he knew the Necrons were a waste of his efforts.

Just as he was turning to address his cohort, one of the chaos rejects approached him, the same one who challenged him earlier. He recognised it as Nikar, a fury helping the traitor Anon. It glared at him, a stare that could only mean one thing.

Tha'Aktos turned to his cohort. "Stay out of this," the menace in his voice overweighed any objections his cohort may have had. He walked towards Nikar, the fire in his eyes burning back in to Nikars.

"Didn't you get your fill of defeat earlier, reject?" His tone was venemous, his hatred for this filth clear to see.
"Master orders your death, daemon. You stand no chance against me one on one." Nikar fought back, the two now circling each other, Nikar hovering lightly above the ground.
Tha'Aktos laughed. "You expect one such as yourself, once a mortal who was rejected by the great powers and thrown from their graces to become one that is nothing above the dirt under my feet. You think you can beet a champion of Khorne? Come, let me purge your presence from my sight, whelp!"

And with that, Tha'Aktos charged towards Nikar, aniticpating a great fight.

 

[G0DSMACKED]

Viralistopheles felt the awesome power of the tetragon flowing through him. He was so blinded by his new power he didn't see Bragi coming. Swooping down bragi hooked his claws into Viralistopheles and tried to lift him off the ground. But Viralistopheles huge girth was too much, and instead Bragi just ripped a large chunk out of Viralistopheles's side. Reeling in pain, Viralistopheles lurched back. Almost instantly though the pain was gone, and his side was knitting itself back together.

With a hiss Bragi swooped back down, this time Viralistopheles's attention was focused, and he intensified his aura of Nurgle. Bragi felt nauseous, and unbalanced as it flew. Viralistopheles lunged with his tentacles at Bragi, and touched but didnt manage to grasp the daemon. Bragi swooped away to gather its senses, but as it approached Viralistopheles the nausea increased again so much so that Bragi decided to land.

Even on the ground Bragi waas much faster than Viralistopheles, but Viralistopheles has the reach advantage. And Bragi does not know about Viralistopheles's secret weapon, his chaos breath. For a time, Bragi was testing Viralistopheles's defense, approaching and withdrawing, making feint attacks.

 

[Farseer Darvaleth]

OOC: Tee hee, quote "it is only interested in wearing your skin." Mistake, Serp, mistake. :laugh:

Lacessera danced amongst the Necrons, growing increasingly tired, when suddenly a nimbus of light exploded outward amongst the Greater Daemons. Lacessera was just outside it, so it didn't bother her. Although, the daemons inside seemed to pulsate with an unnatural energy... Lacessera liked the look of the muscular Khorne daemons, covered in glowing light. She started forward, when suddenly, to her ecstatic surprise, a Necron erupted from beneath her.

Lacessera fell backwards, then looked up at what she faced. A hunched-over, evil looking Necron with sharp talons advanced upon her. It was covered in the flesh of the dead. Lacessera liked it immediately. Standing up, Lacessera readied herself to toy with the victim, which was obviously slow and cantankerous. Suddenly, the talons whipped out. Lacessera barely avoided in time, but her loincloth was ripped off completely, leaving her completely naked.

"Oh, you naughty Necron..." whispered Lacessera, dancing forward to engage her new toy. Jumping clean over a talon swipe, Lacessera landed on the shoulders of her enemy. Squeezing her thighs tight around the head of the Necron, Lacessera snapped her legs to the side, hoping to bring the head of the Necron in one move. Unfortunately, it stayed on, Lacessera's attack only moving the skin on the body upwards, covering Lacessera. Her combat instincts failed, and she lavished in the dead skin. The Flayed One slashed outwards, cutting Lacessera.

She landed deftly on the floor next to it. Now, it was serious. Lacessera wanted this Necron.

She wanted it dead.

 

[Serpion5]

The Lost Blade

Anon sniggered to himself as he wove through the silent hallways of the necrontyr tomb. Beside him, the fury Lakhi cowered in fear at every shadow, every hint of movement.

'Why are you afraid?' Anon asked. 'You are a creature of the dark, this tomb should hold no terror for you.'

'It`s... unnatural.' She replied in fear. 'Do you remember? I`m... I`m remembering things that were gone from me! I`m remembering what I was!'

'Calm yourself.' Anon replied, as the pair approached what looked like an altar stood before an enormous vertical sarcophagus. 'It is as I thought.' He continued. 'They have enough energy to animate the legion of necrons, but they have not yet amassed the requirements needed to wake the lord himself from his slumber. His dreams are what is affecting us.'

'What do you mean?' Lakhi asked, struggling to stay standing.

'He derives his power from memory, the same ability used by his deity.' Anon explained. 'He can cause you to forget, to remember, or to recall things that never even happened to you. Do not be afraid. Whatever it shows you is not your true past.'

'But it is.' Lakhi said, sounding terrified. 'I know that it is! I remember every second, I remember dying, being sucked into the warp and consumed!' She was hysterical. Anon turned around just as Lakhi finally lost the last of her sanity.

'I REMEMBER DYING, AND YOU WERE RIGHT THERE, ADAM, YOU WERE RIGHT THERE!'

Anon was unfazed. 'Yes I was.' He replied simply. 'But unlike you, I didn`t fight the darkness. I embraced it. This god of memories has no power over me, because I never forgot a thing... Vivian.'

"GAAAAAHHH!!!' Lakhi screamed, the dark scales fell from her flesh little by little, her claws dulled into weak pink flesh, her wings shrivelled and disappeared, and her form regressed into the human she had once been...

'What happened to you?!' Vivian sobbed, sinking to her knees and staring with a tearful expression at what had once been a dear friend. She sat weeping, naked and shivering, as Anon approached steadily.

'I saw the truth, that`s what hapened!' Anon roared. 'You could have been like this, you could have slain the gods with me, but like all your pig-headed human kind, you would rather have died than share in this power?!'

Anon siezed Vivian by the throat, lifting her high.

'Now.' He growled malevolently. 'You will pay the price... Again.'

With barely a gesture, Vivian exploded, showering the area with splattered gore and bone fragments.

'Finally!' Anon cursed, all distractions at last removed. 'The blade is mine.' He approached the altar, and beheld an ancient sword that helt the power to destroy a c`tan. Of course, once anon was done modifying it, it would work just as well on any warp formed entity as well. Noticing a small detail inlaid on the pommell, Anon leaned in closer.

He was grateful for the knowledge that flowed through the warp, enabling him to read the necrontyr script...

Even the gods must inevitably answer to Fate.

'Truer words were never spoken!' Anon laughed, and wrenched the sword from its resting place. Behind him, the imprisoned Necron Lord screamed...


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Those fighting Necrons: Your fight continues for several minutes as you and your opponent seem evenly matched (ish). After a short while, a strong metallic screech resounds the battlefield, and all necrons across the battlefield pause momentarily, before beginning to phase out and disappear. The fight is about to end, I leave it up to you whether you defeat your foe before he phases out, or whether he escapes you.

Those fighting the furies: For some reason, the furies Bragi and Nikar seem to be somewhat distracted following the scream of the necron lord below. Do you take advantage of this distraction, or does curiosity get the better of you? In any case, the confusion does not last long and they will resume their attack within seconds. Likewise, I`ll make it your call whether you slay your foe, consume his essence or if he escapes.

Vetis: With the necron`s attacks receding, the furies have begun to attack the Greater Daemons once again. With the need to protect your fellow daemons not yet passed, the Greater Daemons are only able to give a small effort to defending themselves. With your abilities having matured, and drawing power from within the tetragon, defeating the dozens of furies assailing each Greater Daemon will not be too difficult. The only question is who do you help first? The order in which you help the four Greater Daemons will affect the next update.

Krankheit: You`ve been skirting the outer edges of the battlefield, and have noticed a group of battle sisters attempting to retreat in the confusion. They haven`t noticed you yet, so you can ambush them. Whether you slay them or simply infect them discreetly is up to you. For the purposes of the updates you missed, assume that you received Unholy Strength and Noxious Touch. Also take into consideration that your cohort has been diminished over the span of the battles.

 

[Farseer Darvaleth]

Lacessera was down, the Necron looming over her. Suddenly overcome by a sense of lust, Lacessera leapt onto the Flayed One. The feeling of flesh rubbing tight against her skin only heightened Lacessera's pleasure, and she brought the Necron to the ground, and began thrusting madly. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the body of the Necron, moving up and down its back repeatedly, whilst she pressed her waist firmly against that of the Necron. Her legs also intertwined themselves around the Necron, and Lacessera was completely attached to the Necron.

Unknowingly, Lacessera had also made herself immune to attack. The Necron, apart from being unable to see through Lacessera's kissing face and breasts, could not reach backwards with its talons; and could not slash at Lacessera's soft flesh. So, in an attempt to shake her off, it began moving violently forwards and back. Lacessera, however, took this as a sign of amoral lust, and began thrusting even faster, in time wit the Necron. This made the Necron in turn shake faster, to throw Lacessera off.

To passing battle-Sisters, what they saw scarred them forever. A daemonette and a Necron, plastered to each other, thrusting madly, grunting and moaning, in total ecstasy. Lacessera unleashed her Breath of Chaos, covering the Necron in melting fumes, whilst furthering her own passion. Suddenly, Lacessera heard an ear-splitting scream, and answered it with her own, groaning, sexual cry. The Necron suddenly gained a panicked look in its eyes, as Lacessera moved faster and faster, pushing her waist into the Necron stronger and stronger. She cried more and more, thrusting and groaning faster and faster....

Suddenly, the Necron phased out. It was an experience like Lacessera had never felt before, unlimited energy passing straight through her, brushing down her breasts and straight through her groin. The green energy soon dissipated, leaving Lacessera in a cloud of musky pink scent. She writhed on the floor, before finding the corpse of a Sister, and pleasuring herself upon that instead. Still, it was as nothing compared to the sexual excess she had experienced with the Necron, so she vowed to hunt it down, and complete what she had started.

Lacessera was oblivious to what was happening, and simply continued to lie amongst the corpses, completely naked, moaning with delight, exuding an intoxicating gas, and feeling her own body in infinite orgasmic pleasure.

 

[DestroyerHive]

The necron strode forward once more, Warscythe spinning in its skeletal hands. Gong'Alt roared as his Hellblade ignited, and he charged at the foe, swinging low at the legs. The enemy performed an elegant backflip and rose his weapon towards the daemon. Gong'Alt screamed again and charged, Hellblade swinging wide. The necron ducked the slash and rose up with its Warscythe, nearly carving Gong'Alt in half, had he not leapt back. The Lord now stood still for a moment, which had allowed Gong'Alt to lunge back and deliver a fatal blow. The warrior-lord dodged the blow, but its arm slid off from the body, and the Warscythe fell with it.

The enemy showed no sign of pain, and launched itself forward, grabbing Gong'Alt by the neck. For a moment, he felt helpless, but that quickly came to pass when he pressed his foot against the necrons metal face and pushed, sending the enemy tumbling. Screaming with savage ferocity, he charged foward, ready to cleave the head clean off the torso. But he halted. Why? It rose to its knees, head held high, ready to receive its fate. He stopped and looked at the lord, as it rose its head to him. Its remaining hand clutched its Warscythe and brought it up to its neck. This is not life. This is living-death. With a quick motion, it severed the head from the body and collapsed to the floor, before slowly fading away.

 

[Samu3]

Carnage could not even begin to describe the events that unfolded on this unknown battlefield, Sisters, Daemons, Furies and Necrons clashed amongst the blackened sands and under the darkness of the sky. This single battle could prove to the determining factor of whether an entire world lives, or dies. Vetis was only but a simple spawn but he been thrown like a pawn into Anon’s games, the foul warp creature had now played his hand and stolen from the gods what he promised. But Vetis still had a say, he would end this now with Wrydcaller and the other daemons, if Anon really thought that they would just sit down and succumbed to his treachery then he is a bigger fool then Vetis had first thought.

His power was immense; the tetragon fueling his every move with the warp energies of Tzeentch. Vetis was angry, angry at the furies for their insolence, angry at Anon for playing him and most of all angry at himself for letting himself become a part of the creatures foul games. Yet despite it all Vetis swallowed his pride and beat down his rage, he had lost the battle but the war was not over.

The tetragon was his only hope, without it they will all be enviably destroyed in the clash he would have to ensure its survival, and then when the dust has finally settled he will have confront Anon and make him pay for meddling in the affairs of the master.

Lighting arched from his fingertips and his Necron assailants were heated into nothing but pools of molten slag at his feet. A dozen nearby furies drawn to the light of his attacks swooped down from the skies, forcing Vetis to leap aside and take refuge in a rocky crevice. The putrid creatures were rapidly becoming more and more troublesome as the number of combatants on the ground that they could attack was quickly diminishing. Even now they persisted in molesting the greater daemons, the thought of such lowly beings bringing low one of the gods finest was sickening. Yet they had managed to draw close enough to take blood from the four, who in their vulnerable state could not effectively hold off the tide of winged vermin that invaded their space.
Vetis would have to come to their aid, but he was only a single daemon and the futile remains of his cohort had been destroyed in the ensuing battle. He would have to it one by one, scowling under his breath he knew that time was not on his side. Wrydcaller was the most obvious choice, he was after all the only daemon here that was truly worth anything, besides himself of course. With that he decided that he would have to debate around the rest later, there was no guarantee that he would even get out of saving Wrydcaller alive.

Clambering up the rocks he looked out on the battlefield, it was a high vantage point and from here he could make out the forms of all four of the greater Daemons, fate and the gods had truly smiled upon him today, it would not take long to reach one but those few precise moments in-between may prove fatal for one of the four, but it was best to not look a gift horse in the mouth, as the humans would say.

Wrydcaller was still the first and Vetis worked franticly to force his way through swarm after swarm of furies as he scuttled over the rocks to his fellow servant. Vetis was able to make quick work of the furies that assailed Wyrdcaller and his lighting erupted into the skies. Seeing the fate of their brethren many of the furies that had intended to attack Wyrdcaller panicked at the lighting now clipping their wings and quickly turned to flee with their tales in-between their legs.

Wrydcaller would be safe for now, Vetis didn’t bother to try and talk to him and instead immediately made off in the direction of the other four daemons. Not quite decided on who would save next, but not in the mood to wait around and find out.

Next he found the Khorne daemon, enraged but still fighting. It occurred to Vetis that the daemon would not appreciate his help, but then again nor did he partially enjoy giving it. Turning the furies that bore down of the Khorne daemon into charred and brittle bodies he decided it best to leave before the greater daemon directs its anger upon him for taking its potential slaughter.
The next choice was simple Nurgle was an insult to Vetis’s very existence and would have to be helped last, even now his hatred for the god of decay burned nearly as bright as his anger against Anon. The Slaanesh daemon, who he knew as the keeper of secrets was in no better condition than the Khorne daemon and he shifted the tide of battle as he had done for the other daemons with his cracking energies.

Nurgle was last, the horribly boated form the gods representation was so ugly it forced Vetis to look way as he sent his lighting downwards to destroy the furies.

With all of the Daemons now fully focused on the tetragon, Vetis could turn his attentions to the furies above, the servants of Anon. They would have to suffice for now, he could only hope that Anon will show himself, so that he might destroy him in person.

 

[Ultra111]

Tha'Aktos was in a ruthless battle with the fury Nikar. Nikar was very agile, using its wings to dart in and away from Tha'Aktos' attacks, darting away from his blows before he could finish the foe. It's hideous features glared at him, threatening him menacingly as he descended again to attack the khorne daemon.

Darting under the swing of Tha'Aktos, Nikar kicked him in the back of his knee, sending him down to the floor. Before Nikar could capitalise, Tha'Aktos spun round with his second blade, scoring a mark across its foul chest.

"DIE! REJECT!" Tha'Aktos screamed at it in a blood curdling shout of hate, how dare this thing defy Khornes will? He lunged at it, the flurry of attacks too quick to allow Nikar to fly away. He could not score a critical hit the thing, but his blades managed to slice a few parts of skin; nothing serious.

Nikar managed to parry an attack and swept out Tha'Aktos' feet, sending him down hard in to the floor and one of his hellblades fell away from his grasp. Nikar was suddenly upon him, pummeling its fists into Tha'Aktos' face. He felt parts of his face cave under the pressure. Using his well-earned gifts from Khorne, he used all his might to reverse Nikar's hold of him, grabbing the fury by its throat. He held the thing down with his spare arm and legs, the fury could not overcome Tha'Aktos' sudden burst of strength.

Bringing his remaining hellblade to bare, he slowly pushed the blade between the tissue connecting its wings to its back. His tongue flicked out in pleasure at the furies screams, as eventually the warp-power flowing through the weapon cut straight through the flesh in a spurt of blood. He punched the thing in its face, before kicking it across the floor.

Nikar's glare had turned from fury into a mixture of pain and fear. Tha'Aktos stared over him, suddenly slicing straight through Nikar's legs. He revelled in the pain and the fear emanating from the creature.

"Foolish weakling. You think you could defeat one such as I? Now you pay for such a mistake." With a gutteral roar, he rammed his blade through the things head, covering himself in viscera and gore. It twitched temporarily, before ceasing. Satisfied with the good fight, he walked over to his other blade, before rubbing hsi slain foes blood all over his body in victory.

 

[warsmith7752]

Korthoseducked a swipe from the wraith, he loosed a bolt of tzeentchat the wraith who narrowly avoided the attack. The horror gritted his teeth as a gauss shot flew passed his head, he looked at the ground and saw a dead sister still holding a chainsword. Korthose snatched it up and parried a swipe from the wraith, it's claw burned through the sword but it was of no matter. As the necron recoiled Korthose loosed a bolt of tzeentch that flew through the necrons chest and sliced some very important wires and sockets. The gauss fire withered and died on the necrons claws. Korthose let himself show a brief smile before grabbing a furie mid flight, it struggled but did not stop.

Korthose landed on the ground with a loud thump. He was a good distance away from the wraith who was slithering his way, Korthise began his barrage. The majority of shots just glanced off the armour but some got into important bits and began melting down the material of it's body. A sister wielding a chainsword leapt at him, the blade was so badly aimed that it did no damage but the sister fell on top of him knocking him over, she wailed with agony as she fell onto her own chainsword, it sliced through her chest and splattered her guts on the horror and the ground. Korthose grunted as he heaved the sisters corpse off him. He was met by a backhand of claws.

He was once again on the ground, the wraith struck where his head had been only seconds ago, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE?" moaned Korthose. He shot another bolt of tzeentch that took the top left part of his head off, it still seemed functional but some memories would be damaged. The wraith stabbed Korthose in the arm, he screamed in agony. His other arm reached up and scrambled some circuits in it's body. The necron suddenly looked up, a metallic screech echoed around the battlefield, the necrons began to phase out, the wraith turned to finish his victim, before he got a chance Korthose shot another hole through it's chest, it dissapeared.

(OOC: I haven't killed him farseer, just severly injured)

Korthise stood, he clutched his bleeding arm and limped towards the greater daemons, that Anon was going to pay for his treachery.

 

[Serpion5]

ooc: WarpSpawned & GODSMACKED, cover your previous update in this one.

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Anon laughed at the sarcophagus bearing the trapped necron lord. It`s scream had resounded through the entire complex and undoubtedly had echoed above ground as well. Without Lakhi, Anon would be forced to...

No... He could feel it now. Lakhi`s power, her little piece of warp energy had empowered him. If he could just... almost...

YES! With a sickening sound like bones reshaping, leathery gargoylesque wings like those of a fury sprouted from his back... Excellent, no longer would Anon be reliant on one of his furies for transport. Spreading his new wings, he flapped.

Once...

Twice...

With a leap he leaped into the air, following the great rent in the ground upwards and returning to the battlefield he had left only a short while ago. He surveyed the scene with mixed interest from his newly acquired vantage point. The necrons had gone, and there were far fewer furies than when he had left. It seemed his daemonic allies were more capable than he thought.

'FURIES, WITHDRAW!' Anon bellowed.

As the furies scattered and fled from the empowered servants of the gods below, Anon looked down as the daemons looked up one by one.

'Enough games!' Bonecrusher bellowed. 'Let`s end this fool`s errand now!'

The tetragon powered down with the need to protect the daemons from the necrons now past. Wyrdcaller and Bonecrusher still stood strong, but Caressela was a little worse for wear and Poxgiver had been close to death...

'Do it, Bonecrusher!' Wyrdcaller encouraged. 'Free me from servitude to him!'

Anon laughed.

'Hehehe...' He lowered himself to the ground as Bonecrusher advanced. 'Did you ever wonder why I called on you four specifically? Why it was you and not some other servant of Khorne? Another Lord of Change, Unclean one or Secret Keeper?'

Bonecrusher froze. It was not fear, but rather a paralyzing hatred. He knew what was coming.

A pouting look of despair came across Caressela`s normally petite face. They all knew. It had seemed strange, that Anon would so blatantly doublecross them all and expect to just walk away. It should have been obvious the moment he uttered Wyrdcaller`s true name back in the convene...

He knew them all by name... By True Name...

'Ytlayorforeyals!' Anon called. Bonecrusher fell to his knees in supplication, bellowing in fury all the while.

'Eramthginforevaew!' He called again, and Wyrdcaller similarly bowed against his will.

'Kradnirotcefni!' Poxgiver lowered himself to his hands and knees.

'Emerpusrecudes!' Anon laughed, and Caressela found herself shrinking to her knees...

'This isn`t fun anymore!' Caressela cried. 'I want to keep killing stuff!'

Anon took to the skies again, rising slowly and glaring down at them in contempt.

'Well, my four friends.' Anon addressed the Greater Daemons. 'It was fun, but I`m afraid you and your minions have outlived your purpose. Destroy them, then destroy yourselves!'

Without even a second glance, Anon turned and flew towards the skyline, barely a dozen surviving furies in tow...

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Gong`Alt and Tha`Aktos: Poweless to disobey, Bonecrusher turns and advances towards you. Your gifts will be pushed to their limits as you fight for your very existence against your superior! You will both survive as Bonecrusher is forced to divide his attention between you. You will not attack each other. If you have any cohort surviving, they will perish in this fight. Bonecrusher is only slightly diminished in strength due to Vetis` decisions, so your fight will be a tough one...

Vetis and Korthose: Wyrdcaller is furious at being forced to serve a lesser, but does not seem to care for your wellbeing. His attacks rain down relentlessly, your cohort is destroyed almost instantly and you are forced to rely on every nuance of skill just to survive. Wyrdcaller does not present any weaknesses. For the moment, you cannot fight back, your cohorts are picked off and killed one by one and all you can do is dodge and sometimes block his attacks.

Oon`Nu and Viralestopheles: Poxgiver suffered horrendously at the hands of the furies due to Vetis` selfish decision to help his own first and his enemies last. Nonetheless, your superior is now forced to destroy you, though his efforts are less than prime. It is a tough fight, but the two of you will prevail. More specific parameters will be sent via PM.

Lacessera: You stand alone against your superior, the great mistress Caressela. She is somewhat injured due to the furies attacks and Vetis` slow efforts to rescue her. But that doesn`t stop her from trying to eviscerate you. She looks almost sad as she attacks, and you realize that the time for games has passed. You dodge and weave out of her attack range, but even injured Caressela is a fast opponent. Any cohort you have will be annihilated by her as you survive. You do not yet have an oppurtunity to counterattack.

 

[Farseer Darvaleth]

Lacessera watched as Anon flew out of a crack in the ground. Suddenly, he addressed the Greater Daemons. Lacessera was puzzled by his words; surely Caralessa owed Anon somehow, or perhaps was fulfilling an obligation? It was strange that she had not said to Lacessera before, as normally she would confide in her most beloved daughter. Suddenly, Anon cried out a name, and Caralessa fell to her knees.

And then turned to attack Lacessera.

Lacessera stared in shock and awe as the majestic form of the Keeper of Secrets advanced, a little worse for wear, but stunningly beautiful nevertheless. Suddenly, and sadly, she made a sweep at Lacessera with her claws. Crying softly, the mighty daemon continued to slash and cut at Lacessera, who dodged each attack just in time.

"Mistress, please, what have I done wrong? How can I earn your forgiveness?!" cried Lacessera, "Please, Caralessa, please, what have I done?" Caralessa didn't stop, still crying, still swiping at Lacessera's pale flesh. Lacessera ducked underneath a claw sweep, and ran underneath her mistress' legs, skidding under and scrambling to her feet on the other side.

"Please! Caralessa!" cried the poor daemonette, before changing tack, "Emerpusrecudes! Please! Stop!"

 

[Samu3]

Furies snarled in frustration as their attempts to strike at Vetis were meet only with failure, his whole body was engulfed in purple flames and those foolish enough to press any sort of direct assault were now blowing away in the winds, having been reduced to charred black ashes. Yet their attempt to mutilate his being ceased abruptly as they turned their attentions to the sky and flew away. Puzzled yet satisfied Vetis was able to spare a moment to rest, the battle had raged for quite some time now with the mysterious Necrons disappearing back into the depths of the Earth from which they came. Which left only Furies; such pathetic spawns were a waste of Vetis’s power he longed to use his new found Favour to destroy Anon.

Spotting Wyrdcaller coming towards him Vetis looked around for Korthose, fortunately he was nearby and Vetis moved to greet him.

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

After listening to his response Vetis waited on Wyrdcaller to arrive. Suddenly Daemonic fire crashed into the rock formations around them and Vetis ducked into the nearest crevice. Was Wyrdcaller shooting at them? As if on cue another bolt of pink lighting arched down from the sky to destroy a segment of rock in front of him, Wyrdcaller was easily spotted as the one casting.
Emerging back onto the battlefield Vetis took aim at Wyrdcaller and blasted up at his form with all the force that he could muster. His attacks were useless and bounced off Wyrdcaller, However Vetis was not so lucky and Wyrdcaller returned his aggression with fire and lighting. Sent flying by the blast Vetis was only stopped by crashing headfirst into a rather large rock. Attacking the Greater Daemon was no longer an option and he vouched to run as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

Whatever was going on, Vetis knew that Anon would have had his hand in it.

 

[DestroyerHive]

Gong'Alt got up from his position, crouched over the spot where the Necron had vanished. Then, like a murderous animal, he saw Bonecrusher speeding towards him, air-borne on large leathery wings. He howled with savage ferocity, surpassed only by the great Khorne himself. Gong'Alt trembled with fear as his superior landed mere meters away from him. "Anon... Kill Anon..." the monster blurted out as he attempted to restrain himself. Gong'Alt advanced slowly, carefully, too frightened to utter a word. Then the Bloodthirster roared at him, spattering him with spittle. Their Bloodthirster's savage eyes met his - fiery oranges that seemed to seethe with fire.

Gong'Alt didn't know what to do. He couldn't attack his superior... Then a thought occured to him. Maybe its what he wanted. Kill Anon... That traitor must have taken control over Bonecrusher somehow, and ordered him to destroy his followers. Without a second thought, Gong'Alt charged his master, Hellblade alight. He was taken by surprise as the Daemon's large whip struck his legs, causing him to fall. He quickly rolled to the left, just avoiding a giant axe blade. Gong'Alt jumped to his feet and charged once more, roaring from the humiliation of being taken off guard.

His screams were drowned out by those of Bomecrusher, who had wound up for another strike with his giant axe. Gong'Alt leapt to meet the blade, and grabbed onto it, clambering clumsily onto the flat surface. The Daemon head beneath his feet snarled and bit, but was restrained within the weapon. Making use of his speed, he ran a step and leapt, landing onto Bonecrusher's muscular shoulders. Gong'Alt laughed. This is all it took!? For so long he's allowed this being to control him, when it was this simple to begin with!?

He plunged his Hellblade into the Daemon's shoulder, laughing hysterically. With a painful lurch, he twisted the Hellblade deeper into the flesh, and cleaved the arm straight off, blood spewing from the gaping wound. He howled with delight at this sudden victory. This was his moment of weakness. Bonecrusher howled twice as loud as before and pounced towards him, delivering a painful kick by a heavy hoof. Gong'Alt glanced up at the enraged daemon as it ensnared him in its pulsing, barbed whip, readying to sqeeze the blood out of him. To his horror, he saw the tendons from the lacerated arm wound shoot out and reattach, to the fallen arm. With a quick jerk, the arm flung back to its socket, the muscle and skin tissue rebuilding itself at a supernatural rate. Bonecrusher snarled in mockery and raised the daemon-faced axe, ready to deliver the final blow.

 

[Ultra111]

It was as Tha'Aktos turned he saw his rival Gong'alt about to be flayed by their master. For a second he considered letting Bonecrusher erase him from this world, but realised that they stood a much greater chance fighting as one, together. "Anon has possessed the mighty Bonecrusher; Minions: attack him!"

With a fury matching that of Bonecrusher, his cohort and him charged the greater daemon. Bonecrushers axe was raised above his head, prearing for the final strike. Just before he attacked, the pain of 3 Hellblades carved into his calf, almost compeltely severing the tendon. This only subdued the daemon slightyl however, as with a casual flcik of his ankle, he crushed two of the cohort. The other bloodletter attacked again, finally carving through the tendon completely.

With a cry of pain, Bonecrushers barbed whip released Gong'alt, ensaring the doomed bloodletter. Within seconds he squeezed the life out of him; sending him back to the warp. Only 4 of Tha'Aktos' cohort remained, each one hell bent on obeying Tha'Aktos' orders.

Tha'Aktos felt no remorse at the sight of him minions deaths; he would see them again soon enough. Using his gifts, he darted under Bonecrusher, dodging his strong yet slow attacks from his axe; his dualhellblades lacerating flesh from Bonecrushers limbs with every stroke.

He could feel Bonecrushers anger pulsing through him, 3 more of his cohort died under one powerful crushing blow from his axe; the last of his cohort being ripped in to between his arms.

It was only Gong'alt and Tha'Aktos now; facing a one-armed, one-crippled leg daemon. Tha'Aktos leapt up the daemons arm, turning his hellblade towards Bonecrushers wings, preparing to carve...