"He has gained strength. He knows that we are here and he knows why. He is not high enough in the ranks as of yet to have any real effect on the Chaos lord I can scence that. Either that or he has his own unit helping them. He cant Invade Jihons mind as of yet but he can Thisias. As you can see..." He hold up the blood soaked rag." He can attack mentally if you leave yourself open."

*Thisahon looks at Asakis Transformation and smirks.*

"Another strange transformation whats next?"

*He stands and looks at Tamrissa and Ella arguing.*

"HEY! Ask yourself one question... Who is the enemy here. Huh Who? We dont need fighting amongst ourselves!"

When the food is brought out, Soul Reaver takes meat and pasta, and eats with a hearty precision. Though he does not need to eat, it is something he still enjoys.

You're being watched, you know?

I know, Blooddrinker. I feel it too. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can easily do about it here. But someone has an interest in me.

While eating, Soul Reaver answers some questions.

"The Dark Mist spell's duration depends on the power placed behind it - I think I should be able to make the spell last all night. And if Ella fails to shut down the field, I suggest a tactical retreat. There is no use fighting over nothing."

He then turns to Clutchfiend.

"How can these Thousand Son Marines be fought, Clutchfiend? I suspect that sufficient direct force can shatter their physical husks, and without the protection of their armour, I would be able to consume their souls nonetheless... but what about magic? I know the sect they follow is particularly attuned to magic..."

--To fight is to live... and my battle is eternal--

“Jihon…Thisias…Thisahon…whoever in the three Umbras you are! Do not scold me as if I were a child! I never said she was the enemy, nor would I wish her any harm. That is part of the reason I do not believe we should send her. Inexperience can seriously affect whether she lives or dies! Yet, I am outnumbered in opinion and so,” she glances at Ella, who has stopped eating to look between Thisahon and her. Her eyes go back to Thisahon. “And so she will go in and try to prove herself…possibly risking our mission, let alone her own life!”

She stabs a piece of food on her plate with her fork and gives him one final glare before returning to her meal. Her attention goes to Clutchfiend as she eats, waiting for answers to the questions being asked.

If there's anyone in this city who's causing these, dissapearances, I swear I'll hunt them down. This city will not fall. I promised to protect the people of this place, and that includes local law enforcement.

cLuTcHFieND turns to the main screen and studies the report on the Thousand Sons. He turns back to the group.

"The only way we have ever had sucsess before against the Thousand Sons is by shattering their armour. If their power armour is destroyed, they are nothing but a wandering spirit. However, that is easier said than done. The spell that was cast on them heavily enchanted their armour, and it will take a tremendous force to break it. Fortunately, they grow weaker the farther away from the Chaos Lords they are, which means we won't have to deal with them until we reach the actual temple itself."

cLuTcHFieND sits down and continues eating.

((OOC: Thisahon! Are we still on for Saturday?))

"Your additude toward me will be your death someday! I with buddha as my whitness I will have your head!"

*Thisahons fist as well as his arm goes limp and falls to his side. The anger in his eyes is replaced by fear.*

"I must go outside for a moment...."

*Holding his wrist he walks out the door and around the corner. Once out of veiw of anyone he pulles back his sleave to look apon a sight of terror to him. His entire Hand is turning a strange purpleish color.*

Thisias:Jihon we are infected now...

Jihon:I know... when the time comes we will choose...

Thisias: Yes we must... We have no other choice. The disease will have us in a few days... I want to kill that son of a bitch myself...

Jihon: His death will be my pleasure. We must not seprate untill he is dead.

Thisais: I know...

*Thisahon has been inflicted with a deadly virus. One of the two components of him will have to die....*

Jihon: No one must know... It would only weaken them.

Thisias: We will worry about this later.

Jihon: Indeed...

Halcon stares wide-eyed at the plans being created and the mention of Ella coming in with Jobaber. He thinks to himself but lets Soul listen in.

Jobaber can't carry her along I'm afraid to say. She would be crushed. He might be made of magic, but he only follows my commands, if it accidentally stepped on her or something along those lines I would never forgive myself. If I was to go in it would be a different story. If she could tell me what to do I could do it for her and not have her risk her life. I might be able to alter it so that she could also give it commands. That might be tricky though, she might not have enough willpower to control something that powerful. It is strong enough to protect her, and to destroy her if she turned traitor, don't worry about that. What are your thoughts on this?

Halcon then starts to mumble to himself about prayers. His words are to jumbled for anyone to understand them. With a look of frustration he clenches his fists and bends his brow. Apparently he is working on a new prayer.

In that case, why don't you go with Ella and Jobaber? It is a fact that she is the most capable of all of us for disabling the field. Your presence on the battlefield will be a loss, but if you are with Ella you can keep a closer eye on her, and it would ensure your servant does not accidently destroy her.

(Wow, what an interesting group. I guess I will stay. This may be fun. But, I will only stay unil, we kill the Chaos Lords. That Soul is a pertty powerful entity.)

"Hey Soul, what are you and what type of magic do you use?"

"I fight for the love of people and the peace of the world."

"Leave me alone woman! I need none of your emotions for my ailment!"

*His eyes go back to normal and he begins to tremble with fear.*

"Sorry about that I guess I am just a little Jumpy. I am fine. Dont worry about me...."

* Thisahons voice can be read like an open book. He is hiding something. The something that he is hiding is the quicksilver syndrome. The syndrome targets inmortals. The origin of this disease is unknown. All that is known is that the victoms often go insane with the pain of the blistering skin. When the disease reaches the heart they only have 24 hours to live before they are absorbed by their own evil. Thisahon looks at the ground. Sweat pours out of his mask onto the carpeted floor.

Ella silently eats, her elbows on the table and her head bent slightly over the plate. Her eyes are often on Tamrissa, Soul Reaver and Halcon. No one has said much to her since the argument between she and Tamrissa, but she stays quiet, knowing that something said wrong will just ruin her chances of proving her worth. She looks at Clutchfiend as he speaks of the Thousand Sons.

What about an explosion? she looks around as the others turn to glance at her. To destroy their armor that is. I've been working on something recently...and when I heard we were going to be in battle, I figured that it might be useful.

She smiles slightly as she gets their attention and reaches down into her pack at her feet. After a few moments of digging, she comes up with a long, thin box. She pushes her plate aside and sets the box gently on the table. Her careful fingers unlatch the box and pull back the lid. The inside of the container is heavily lined with some padding in it. She lifts a padded cover from the top of whatever is inside.

No sudden movements please, just a precaution, she glances up for a moment.

Her hands work slowly and she pulls out the first tray of what looks like could be quite a few. She lifts a thin, star-shaped object from one of the four sections of the tray.

This is what I call the Wasp Tail...doesn't sound dangerous, but allow me to explain.

The proclaimed "Wasp Tail" is only a little bit narrower than a tin can's lid. She lifts it up in front of her face so everyone can see it.

I'd show and tell, but I don't think a large hole in the wall would make it any less stuffy in here, she glances at Tamrissa as she says that. Anyway, on my world we make a certain compound that can have triple the effect of your general stick of dynamite. It's mostly used in everyday type situations, such as mining and clearing rocks or tree stumps, so we use only small amounts...maybe a drop the size of a button. The way it works is by depriving it of all air or leaving almost no air at all get to it...once that happens, all it needs is a bit of friction.

She grins slightly and then notices everyone still staring at her. She clears her throat and continues.

Well, I've designed these to hold triple the amount as we'd regularly use. The way you activate it is by pressed in on the circle in the center, she points to what looks like an engraved circle, but upon closer inspection it is only a sunken button, probably for safety precautions. That pushes out the razors at each tip of the star and also starts the compressor...which was actually very difficult to make for such a small thing...heh heh. She ends that small laugh as she realizes they are waiting for her to get to the point, After that is pushed, you have five seconds to get it out of your hands and far away from your body...the small amount of friction that the compressor makes on its own is enough to set it off after that amount of time...but once it hits the intended target, any movement will make the explosion even more destructive. The blades I spoke of a few seconds ago are sharp enough to embed themselves in any material, even metal. If the Wasp Tail is not knocked away right away...ka boom.

She darts her eyes over each face and swallows, wondering what they are thinking. After a few moments silence, she bites her lower lip and calmy places the miniature bomb back inside its compartment.

Just an option, she mumbles quietly as she closes the box and latches it.

Soul Reaver looks up from his food and at Dom.

"My apologies... I forgot to introduce myself. I am Soul Reaver. I am human, I suppose, if such a term can be applied to an immortal."

Dom is not sure, but he thinks he sees a quick scowl flit across Soul Reaver's face as he says this.

"For millenia, I have been practising the use of many different forms of mana, and have devised some spells of my own. However, my true power, and my immortality, stems from my own soul. Souls are eternal and immortal, and so can be the source of infinite energy. Over my many years of existence, I have learned to absorb the souls of fallen adversaries to strengthen myself... though I rarely fully tap into those powers. They can be somewhat... difficult to control.

Finally, due to my control over my soul and those of others, I have also learned to control the Daemons of Inferno. It is because of that ability that I can safely wield this."

He indicates the large, crimson sword leaning against the table at his side.

"It's name is Blooddrinker. A Daemon Lord of ages past is trapped within the blade. It makes a powerful weapon, and I now use it to keep it out of the hands of those who Blooddrinker could use for it's own ends..."

He then listens to Ellas demonstration in silence.

"It should be an effective weapon against your foes, but remember to use it carefully in the enclosed space you will be fighting in. It is good to see you are taking this seriously, Ella."

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