The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part I)

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Darkest Mind	Chaos is like being mildly hyper... or caffiene maybe. (10)	#81	[-]
Posts: 168 Jun 26 06 1:18 PM Corporal More My Recent Posts	"Yow." Sypher sits up, shaking his head to clear it. He can feel an odd tingling in his extremities, as if his fingers and toes are being nibbled away by tiny fish. Everything seems very clear and sharply defined except at the edges of his vision, where things fuzz and blur and go all pink and jiggly. Must be some leftover Chaos, he thinks, voices tittering in agreement. He flexes his fingers, testing them out, making sure everything's fine, everything's still conducting power properly. After mashing several small rocks into powder he notices the others tromping off into the distance. "Catch up... ketchup." Sypher doesn't even bother jumping, merely flicking himself upwards so that he cannonballs through the air, fueling it slightly with the Chaos power still mumbling about his body. Coming to a stop at the base of the wall with the others, he looks up, awestruck for the moment. "That sure is a big wall," he says inanely, and giggles. "We go over it... or through it?" __________________ I'm here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of bubblegum.
cLuTcHFieND	Enter the Despoiler.	#82	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jul 2 06 12:57 PM Angel of Redemption God-General More My Recent Posts	The companions quickly make their way through the wastelands. Battle rages all around them. Marines of all the different chapters do battle with Chaos forces of all types. Kalana urges the companions onward, knowing that they have no time to stop and help the marines. They are doing their jobs so that the strike team can concentrate on theirs. "Don't worry about them! They'll be fine! We need to keep moving!" Land Raiders and other tanks maneuver around them, sending volleys into the Chaos forces. Marines wielding all types of weapons, from bolters to missle launchers to plasma cannons and lascannons, fire relentlessly into the Chaos defensive line. The huge wall in the distance gets closer and closer. Finally, after about 20 minutes of travel and a few stops where they had to maneuver around huge areas of combat, the companions reach their destination. A break in the wall with huge black metal doors towers above them. A large stairway decorated with images of torture and chaos stretches up to it. The Spire can still be seen in the distance. Kalana points up at the doors. "That's the entrance to the Chaos labrynths. We have to pass through them to get to the Spire. We can try and break through those doo-" Kalana trails off quickly, looking into the sky. A huge power source can be felt approaching rapidly from above. Seconds later, a large black clad figure smashes into the steps before them with enough force to create a large crater and send chunks of marble flying in every direction. Black energy crackles around the being's ancient power armor. He is wearing a huge power claw on his left hand. Electricity arcs freely between the claws of the power claw known as the Talon of Horus. In the figure's other hand is a huge demonic sword. It pulses with evil nergy and seems to whisper to the companions, although what it is saying cannot be heard. Glowing red eyes stare out from the figure's helm. "I grow weary of this game. You are without Aileron, but no matter. I will kill you all and then I will hunt him down." Abbadon the Despoiler swings his demon blade Drach'nyen forward and prepares to attack. "You have brought the fight to our gates but you will advance no further. Come! Fight me if you wish to die!" I can't remember how this got started. But I can tell you exactly how it will end. cLuTcHFieND Administrator of the Administorum
Soul Reaver	Outnumbered	#83	[-]
Posts: 1675 Jul 3 06 4:03 AM The Immortal Brigadier General More My Recent Posts	Soul Reaver stays with Natalya as the companions traverse the battle-blasted wastelands. Occasionally a stray opponent crosses their paths, but the marines seem to be keeping the the vast majority of the Chaos forces at bay. Eventually, they arrive at the massive gates. Yet as Kalana is speaking, Soul Reaver senses a surge of energy nearby - a powerful but chaos-wracked soul approaching rapidly. Their advance has not gone unnoticed. Kalana's voice trails off and both she and Soul Reaver turn their eyes skyward. A dark figure plummets down and smashes into the ground. The energy radiating from him is palpable, an aura of chaos and destruction. The figure rises and issues his challenge to the companions. Soul Reaver begins to feel the faint but growing hatred of Blooddrinker towards this renegade-Daemon worshipper. But Soul Reaver concentrates on the matter at hand, overwhelming Blooddrinker's urges so as to assert his own will. The sword remains sheathed upon his back, its own harsh, unspoken will crying louder than the whispers from Abaddon's blade. Soul Reaver sidesteps slighly, blocking Abaddon's view of Natalya, before he raises Darkstar's hilt towards his forehead in a form of salute. "You have honour and courage in your willingness to face us directly and defend the gates of your stronghold yourself. However, your threats will not dissuade me - or, I suspect, my companions - from our goal. Prepare yourself for battle!" With this, Soul Reaver speaks the words of an Agility spell, Darkstar beginning to spin trails of blackness in the air. A sizzling glow momentarily suffuses Soul Reaver's body as he begins to advance forward.
Kitharsis	Re: Outnumbered	#84	[-]
Posts: 978 Jul 5 06 6:23 AM [Insert Custom Rank Here] Colonel More My Recent Posts	The few bolts that dug into Kitharsis's skin explode very painfully. Luckily he had pumped some energy into the holes they made in his body, cushoning the blow a fair amount. He follows after everyone, keeping an eye on the marines fighting all around him. Those bullets hurt, and he wasn't going to let a stray one hit him in the back. Upon reaching the staircase and gates Kith listens intently to Kalana, looking to the sky just as she does. There was a lot going on in the battlefield, but such a large energy signature was hard to miss. Abbadon slams into the ground, his black armor and menacing weapons crackling with energy. Soul Reaver speaks to him, but Kitharsis did not hear what he said. Abbadon's sword was whipsering to him. Thoughts of the voices in his head came flooding through his mind. Kitharsis was worried. Memories of how deceived he was by his believed 'mentor' living in his head send a tremor down his spine. Shaking his head, he tries to focus on Abbadon. He needed to focus on this battle, or he wouldn't have to worry about voices in his head, or anything else for that matter... The tattoos on his arms flare to life with bright red energy. Many tendrils snake out of them and stretch into the air around him. Kitharsis looks like an octopus with too many legs and sporting a mowhawk. He prepares himself for the first initial strike, still trying to get a grasp on his thoughts. >-------------------------Meanwhile-----------------------------< Kelvack was happily floating through the air, tossing a protection spell on marines here and there and dishing out a bit of healing energy when it was needed. He always looked straight ahead though, not even blinking. An odd thing was that there seemed to be a faint wind blowing against him, and it was picking up the closer they got to the gates. By the time Kalana was speaking in front of them at the gates, it was as if Kelvack was in the middle of a wind storm, his hair was being blown straight back and his pants were flapping in the wind like a sail. Abbadon leaps in front of them and gives a little speech. Kelvack nods at him, having felt his presence coming from the wind. He was in a form such that he could use the element of the wind and sky, as poor quality as it was here. "You were the one that appreared after I left a little more than a year ago, you have the same vile aura around you. A shame I couldn't have met you then, because I hate having to kill someone the first time I meet them." Kelvack raises his left hand into the air. From the pocket of wind around him, lightning starts to crackle around his hand. Thunder booms with each bolt that snaps into existence. Clenching his hand, Kelvack grasps a large lightning bolt charged with pure electricity. It jumps and crackles in his hand, ready to be released. Raising into the air, he stabs down with the lightning bolt and it arcs down from his hand directly at Abbadon. A clap of thunder accompanies it in the split second it travels from his hand to where Abbadon is standing. Another bolt of lightning was already crackling and growing in Kelvack's right hand.
Darkest Mind	(See OOC Post for Reaction)	#85	[-]
Posts: 168 Jul 12 06 3:53 PM Corporal More My Recent Posts	"Looks like we have to go through you before going through the wall, then." he almost smiles, but for once his cockiness cannot stand up to the challenge and it withers away. From what I know of that sword - Drach'something, nyen, it's a nasty piece of work. Daemon weapon, it probably can't even leave his hand... the Talon and attached gun are warded, he's a Chaos Lord in the middle of his relm and come to think of it we're outside of his fucking fortress, and no video game I've ever played lets you defeat the boss without some trouble and hooooours of winding through mazelike corridors filled with nasty gubbins. So this is going to be one of those fights where we can't really do anything but drive him off. I'm not sure whether that's heartening or discouraging... "All right, chums. Time's up, let's do this." Eyes bloom yellow; Sypher's trench coat seems to detatch from his torso except at the shoulders, black 'snakeskin' scales enlarging and becoming sharply defined. The coat thins, separating into ribbed membranes, black talons jutting from the terminals - it is not a piece of clothing but an integral part of his body. He jumps and the wings beat back, launching him at Abaddon. Reaching out his left hand he coils tendrils of force around the evilly muttering Drach'nyen, so that the sword will be torn from Abaddon's grasp or drag him backwards even as Sypher rockets towards him. The half-demon's other hand bulges, fleshing out into a proper demon claw, tipped with black talons that a tiny mental subroutine insures are nigh-monomolecular. A flick of the fingers and the hand is sheathed in a blade of force. A bolt of lightning sizzles past him as he rockets at full speed at Abaddon the Despoiler, hoping to penetrate his wards and armor and sink claws into corrupted flesh. __________________ I'm here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of bubblegum.
Jharm	Re: (See OOC Post for Reaction)	#86	[-]
Posts: 739 Jul 21 06 3:28 AM Seraphim Captain More My Recent Posts	Jharm follows the group, watching the battle occur around them. He says a silent prayer for all the marines that are giving their lives to give him and his companions a chance to get into the Chaos base. He then senses a great evil approaching...a familiar evil. NO! It cant be....not yet! It is at this moment that Abaddon slams into the ground and challenges the group. The Seraphim watches as Soul Reaver acknowledges Abaddon and begins to cast some sort of spell. He sees a lightning bolt fly from Kelvack the same time Sypher seems to transform and charge at the Chaos Lord. The angel extends his right hand out and a two-handed sword appears. This is no ordinary sword...it isnt even an "ordinary" angellic blade. The blade appears to be made purely of a holy flame, the hilt is pure silver with a deep red ruby placed into the hilt. Anyone with a decent knowledge of religion would realize that this blade that Jharm bears is the same blade that was used to banish Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. The angel gazes up at Abbadons helm. The Chaos Lord can sense the holy beings gaze as the memory of Jharm and the events surrounding his ascension through the Chaos ranks and eventual disappearance come back to the him. Yes...the memories return now. The prodigal son returns...but he does not return to join you.... At this, Jharm grasps the blade with both hands and prepares to charge. Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.
Cebs	Re: (See OOC Post for Reaction)	#87	[-]
Posts: 274 Jul 28 06 12:28 AM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	Diego's core is chilled with the arrival of Abbadon the Despoiler. He starts to walk backwards, moral near breaking point but as the companions begin to charge forward he swallows and wields his Winchester, loaded with highly explosive rounds. Following the split second path of lighting, more on instinct than sight, Diego shoots at its point of impact hoping to cause more damage should either break Abbadon's defense. "Ford?" "Yes." "What is this fish doing in my ear?"