The Eye of Terror: Battle of the Eidolon Wastelands (Part 2)

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cLuTcHFieND	Enter the Despoiler	#1	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jan 6 07 10:30 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 energy and seems to whisper to the companions, although what it is saying cannot be heard by anyone, save Blooddrinker. 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
xenostike	Re: Enter the Despoiler	#2	[-]
Posts: 319 Jan 6 07 10:56 PM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	after such a long trek xeno's fire was starting to dimmer and started to become ash. staying as the fire golem for too long began to kill himself. "shit...what now?" he mutters to himself. suddenly his old boss's voice is heard, "FUCK" xeno blearts out. quickly he holds himself and the last of the fire had gone out. suddenly he becomes covered in ice, initiating the transformation in time to become a hatearian ice golem. -- the bad man with the sword is taking over my mind
cLuTcHFieND	Re: Enter the Despoiler	#3	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jan 7 07 12:09 AM Angel of Redemption God-General More My Recent Posts	Abbadon casts a glance towards Xeno and chuckles. "Ah, Xeno. Thank you very much for your assistance back on Cadia. I trust that your compensation wasn't spent all in one place, if you've even had a chance to spend it at all. But now I see you with these fools. Why? Did they offer you money too? Money isn't everything, you know." Abbadon's soul aura flares. Millions of tiny screaming faces can be seen swirling within it. "You could have power." I can't remember how this got started. But I can tell you exactly how it will end. cLuTcHFieND Administrator of the Administorum
xenostike	Re: Enter the Despoiler	#4	[-]
Posts: 319 Jan 7 07 2:30 AM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	"everyone is a fucking fool in the long run of things. We had a deal, you said my services were no longer needed, you paid and our buisness was over, i got bored and they paid me with for a new deal." xeno crosses his arms in front of his chest, then throws them too the side, driving out blades from his forearms. "and power, i have no use for a thing that will destroy me. besides your so called power would not even match my real target, hell where i am from you would barely be a footnote in a history book." xeno then moves into a fighting stance with his arms blocking his face. -- the bad man with the sword is taking over my mind
cLuTcHFieND	Re: Enter the Despoiler	#5	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jan 7 07 2:45 AM Angel of Redemption God-General More My Recent Posts	"Hmmm... I see." Abbadon seems to consider Xeno's words carefully for a moment. He thenshakes his head sadly. "I wonder if all of the millions of people who's planets I have destroyed would agree with your statement. A "footnote" indeed." Abbadon resumes his battle stance, still speaking to Xeno, but never taking his gaze away from the rest of the companions. He seems to look everywhere at once. "You may regret not heeding my advice soon enough." I can't remember how this got started. But I can tell you exactly how it will end. cLuTcHFieND Administrator of the Administorum
Darkest Mind	Re: Cannonball!(s) - 10	#6	[-]
Posts: 168 Jan 7 07 9:17 AM Corporal More My Recent Posts	Sypher's idiot grin fades from his face as a vision of evil plummets from above; he recognizes it after a moment as Abaddon the Despoiler. When it speaks, Sypher shudders as the Chaos Warmaster's voice sends sympathetic ripples through his system - the Chaos power responding to the proximity of its master. I've gotta do something about this stuff - it's affecting my mind. For a moment he turns inwards, grasping all the Chaos energy he can find dispersed throughout his body. He had absorbed a large quantity in the process of annihilating the defiler, and more had simply seeped into him from the twisted landscape. He collects the gibbering mess and pushes it into the back of his mind, imprisoning it within a mental pattern of the sort confining his demon-self. It's not quite as effective - the Chaos stuff is more versatile than the demon, continually diffusing through gaps in the pattern - but with any luck it'll hold long enough to get the job done. The half-demon eyes Abaddon for a second. "I wonder if all of the millions of people whose planets I have destroyed would agree with your statement. A "footnote" indeed." Terminator armor. Built to withstand interstellar space, fusion reactors, et cetera. Fun. He gathers power, concentrates it, trying to keep away from what Chaos still remains. I've seen a lotta armor, he thinks, but this takes the cake. The thing about armor is that it can deflect blades. The pattern in his mind changes ever so slightly; his scaled coat gathers beneath him, lifting him off the ground. Aloud, he says, "And that's why the good Lord invented hammers." "You may regret not heeding my advice soon enough." With the column supporting him from below, Sypher thrusts forwards simultaneously with his arms and legs in a fairly rediculous maneuver reminiscent of a lanky, pale kangaroo. A quadruple crack heralds the projection of four globes of force, hurtling spheres of kinetic energy that lens the air they pass through as they scream at the Chaos lord with the collective momentum of a dozen cannonballs.
cLuTcHFieND	Abbadon 1, Cannonballs 0	#7	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jan 7 07 11:26 AM Angel of Redemption God-General More My Recent Posts	Abbadon didn't have his attention focused on Xeno when he was speaking. He was very aware of the fact that Sypher was trying to push back some stolen Chaos power; he could feel it writhing within his mind like a plague. This had caused him to actually turn his attention to Sypher while keeping half an eye on the other companions. Most might have regarded Sypher's kangaroo-like antics as the acts of a very agile mentally retarded person, but Abbadon takes them very seriously. He can feel the power behind it just as it solidifies into the four globes of force. Abbadon waits till the last possible moment and then disappears, leaving the four globes of force to thunder through the dissipating black cloud of his aura. He appears directly behind Sypher and aims an uppercut at his back with the Talon of Horus. If the attack hits, it will tear a few nice chunks out of Sypher's back, but even if it misses, the electricity arcing from the power claw should still give Sypher quite a jolt. At the same time, Abbadon concentrates and pushes the Chaos power remaining in Sypher's body, hoping to break it lose and let it run wild. An ally right now could come in handy. I can't remember how this got started. But I can tell you exactly how it will end. cLuTcHFieND Administrator of the Administorum
Darkest Mind	Re: Mahfah! Don't you know who I am? (10)	#8	[-]
Posts: 168 Jan 7 07 2:24 PM Corporal More My Recent Posts	Abaddon - appearing behind Sypher with a crack of displaced air - catches him completely by surprise. He jerks forwards reflexively, but it's not really a dodge; the Talon of Horus rakes up his back, its disruption field atomizing the upper layer of scales. He manages to absorb some of the power, but it's too little, too late. Sypher tumbles forwards - his back is a mass of pain - and automatically reaches out to stop himself, to throw himself upwards. Instead of hitting the ground he shoots up about fifteen feet and hangs there. Then (as the furrows in his back begin to reknit and new scales slide out from underneath his skin) he realizes that the Chaos is loose. Shit! Violet light suffuses his vision and for a moment his body is not his own; he spasms in midair and drops a foot or two, inhuman shapes writhing beneath his skin. Of its own volition, his mouth opens and his jaw unhinges and - but Sypher has been fighting for control of his body for his entire life. The patterns! Again! He forces his consciousness to ignore the Chaos, to move in a certain way, to think about this symbol, and that object, look this way, move this and this and think OBEY. Threads interweave and pieces slot together; the pattern is whole. Aaaaah. He wraps one final protective layer around the stuff, then looks down at Abaddon. Reestablishing the pattern took only a few seconds; the Chaos Lord is still below. Sypher flicks the demon, shifts its confining pattern, lets some of it drool out. The pattern change defines and commands it: Full absorption standby; feet, hands, arms, now! His limbs ripple and bulge, the arms of the coat becoming his arms, the legs of his pants becoming his legs as the knees pop and bend backwards. Green-black scales slide out from under his skin, his nails sprout into monomolecular black talons; the same burst from his snakeskin-'booted' feet, and black razor-edged ridges erupt along the outside of his arms. His face alters, acquiring a greenish cast, and his pupils slit amidst the yellow while pinky-length fleshy nubs sprout from his chin and writhe bonelessly. Sypher lets himself drop towards Abaddon, claws outstretched and sheathed in force, looking to gain purchase on his helmet.
Soul Reaver	Interrupted Charge	#9	[-]
Posts: 1675 Jan 7 07 8:36 PM The Immortal Brigadier General More My Recent Posts	Soul Reaver's forward charge is brought to a halt when Abaddon vanishes from in front of his eyes. An instant later, some spheres of what appear to be compressed air scream through the empty space where Abaddon had been standing mere moments earlier. It takes a second for Soul Reaver to orient himself properly, but he notices that the Chaos Lord's tangible aura has shifted position, appearing somewhat behind Soul Reaver... where the air-projectiles had originated from. With his magically enhanced agility, Soul Reaver has little difficulty in aborting his forward charge. He performs a sideways leap, twisting in midair and landing facing the opposite direction. His feet slide on the ground for a moment before he is again moving... this time in the opposite direction. Before him, Abaddon has struck a mighty blow to Sypher, who seemed to be in mid-air, struggling to control the mutating powers within him. Soul Reaver is almost at Abaddon's position when Sypher transforms and swoops down on him. Darkstar now a disc of pure blackness beside him, Soul Reaver prepares to attack. How Abaddon reacts to Sypher's dive will determine how Soul Reaver will strike...
Cebs	Tally ho!	#10	[-]
Posts: 274 Jan 7 07 11:53 PM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	Diego watches as Abaddon arrive infront of the group and shudders as his voice forces its way into every inch of Diego's being. He weilds his two handguns with a twirl and checks his magazine. Above him he hears Sypher say something outloud, drawing his attention in time to see a movement that is well described as gumpy, then four distorted spheres of air hurtle towards Abaddon from Syphers out-thrust limbs. The instant before they impact Diego looses sight of Abaddon can feel the air move behind him. Just as Sypher is caught by Abaddon's fist Diego raises his Berrattas and begins firing at Abaddon. "Ford?" "Yes." "What is this fish doing in my ear?"
Sepher Modheigen	Oh......Well Sh*t	#11	[-]
Posts: 282 Jan 9 07 10:22 PM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	The group comes to a halt as a rather large black ironclad figure Smashes down onto the steps before them, sending large bits of debrees flying every direction. Sepher Casually steps to the side as a rather large bit of marble zings past his head. Sepher begins to think to himself. ...Shit... He immediadly begins to feel the souls within him stir at the sight of this thing. They raged to get out, to be free. Only years and years of willpower and self control saved him at this moment, and he supresses the unrestful demonic souls within his self. Damnit.... what i need to save myself could very well kill me.... He sighs and half crouches into a defensive stance with his katana before him, building energy to prepare for a transformation. He can't really hear what the thing is saying, the power he was building buzzed in his ears with anticipation, hell, he hardly saw as one of his companions took a daring leap towards the creature. Through his misty visions he could vaguely see the dissapearance of abaddon As four balls of energy dissapate into the things horrible aura. Again abaddon appears, but behind sypher, slashing an uppercut with his Talon of Horus. This is the last thing he saw as he begain his transformation..... ~If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms"~
cLuTcHFieND	Avoiding distractions.	#12	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jan 9 07 11:38 PM Angel of Redemption God-General More My Recent Posts	Everything moves slowly for Abbadon. He had seen to that before he had landed, and his foresight to do so has been making this fight a cakewalk for him thus far. He feels the chaotic powers within the alien creature in front of him break out and rage uncontrolled for a few moments after his successful hit with the Talon of Horus, but this does not last long. The attack also does not kill the creature, strangely enough, but this does not bother Abbadon in the slightest. Neither does the fact that he has successfully resisted Abbadon's attempt to control him again. To Abbadon, Sypher is just a distraction. Most of the warriors before Abbadon at the moment are just distractions, little flies buzzing in his ear, trying to keep him away from the real targets. Aileron is one, but Aileron is missing, and this is good. He will deal with Aileron's friends, and then confront Aileron alone. Without his friends help, he will easily crush the marine and feast on his soul. The vampire was another, but he has made no move to attack yet. Abbadon has been keeping tabs on him anyway. Even with his pre-prepared enhancement, the vampire is still much faster then Abbadon, and Abbadon knows this. And then... the Reaver. Even now, as the alien is ever so slowly polymorphing himself and turning to face him, Abbadon spots Soul Reaver moving into position just behind Sypher, waiting for an opening. This makes him Abbadon's first real target. Abbadon can feel the daemon blade on the Reaver's back straining to be released. He can feel this through his own daemon blade, Drach'nyen. Yet the Reaver does not draw the blade, choosing instead to wield an enchanted morningstar. This will not do. Abbadon must make the Reaver draw his blade at all costs. It is with this in mind that he acts on his next move, just as Sypher charges forward. In a blur of speed, Abbadon charges through the air directly at Sypher, as if to meet him head on in melee. Diego's pistol shots plink harmlessly off his armor as he bears down on the approaching warrior. However, just as he and Sypher are about to collide, Abbadon's form blurs into two separate dark, transparent figures that each trail a dark cloud behind them. The two figures split apart and pass by Sypher on either side, enveloping him in a dark cloud of Chaos energy which should flood his senses and make keeping any of his patterns up extremely difficult. Abbadon has no interest in attacking Sypher again; his eyes are on the prize. The two forms come back together behind Sypher and morphs back into Abbadon, who is now charging directly at Soul Reaver. He knows that the ancient morningstar is made of an extremely hard material, which is why he chooses to counter it with the equally ancient and powerful artifact of the Talon of Horus. He swings a powerful backhand with the massive gauntlet hoping to smash the morningstar out of the way or at least deflect it to keep it from hitting him. In the same motion, he aims a downward slash towards Soul Reaver's neckline with Drach'nyen. Both he and the blade call out to Soul Reaver in equally menacing voices, one which is heard, the other which burns its way into Soul Reaver's mind. "You hope to defeat us with a spiked ball and chain? Foolish! You're smarter then this, Reaver. Draw your blade!" *"You hope to defeat us with a spiked ball and chain? Foolish! You're smarter then this, Reaver. Draw your blade!!!"* 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	Deadlock	#13	[-]
Posts: 1675 Jan 10 07 5:41 AM The Immortal Brigadier General More My Recent Posts	Soul Reaver only accelerates his charge as Abaddon avoids Sypher. It seems the Chaos Lord had finally accepted his challenge. Soul Reaver swings Darkstar at what appears to be the exact same moment that Abaddon counters with the Talon of Horus. With a loud metallic clang, the crackle of the matter disruption field and the hiss of Darkstar's pent-up magic, the two weapons strike each other. Darkstar, still spinning rapidly at the time of impact, wraps itself around the Talon multiple times before the metal head hits the back of the Talon with a dull thunk. The matter disruption field of the Talon crackles over Darkstar, but the enchanted steel is impervious to its effects - which is fortunate for Soul Reaver indeed. Black energy still suffuses the weapon, floating and writhing around it like fog. At the same time, Drach'nyen descends downwards towards Soul Reaver's neck, threatening to cleave the warrior's head in two. But Soul Reaver reacts with practiced speed, brining up his other arm and catching the blade on the back of his Black Steel Gauntlets. The blade impacts with a mightly blow on the back of Soul Reaver's armoured forearm, striking red sparks, but stopping dead in its tracks. The muscles in Soul Reaver's arm bulge as he holds the razor-sharp edge at bay. Abaddon and his Daemon blade assault Soul Reaver's mind, attempting to get him to draw Blooddrinker. Yet their cries are drowned out by the cries of Blooddrinker itself - with Drach'nyen such a short distance away from the hilt of Soul Reaver's own bound Daemon Lord, Blooddrinker's searing hatred is surging upwards. Nothing would please Blooddrinker more than to cross its blade with Drach'nyen, to sunder this upstart Daemon's cage and then feel its unholy renegade blood run over his own hot steel. The crescendo of cries that assault Soul Reaver's mind cause him to falter for a second, but his determination allows him to maintain in control. Soul Reaver decides not to waste words on Abaddon. The Chaos Lord is a master warrior and this would be a closely fought battle. With the two warriors in a deadlock, Soul Reaver concentrates on the magic still suffusing Darkstar. Unless an ally could come to his aid, this might be the best way to break the stalemate. Without warning, the energy surrounding Darkstar lashes a mass of incorporeal tendrils outwards, blasting towards Abaddon's face...
Fei Serumen	Puts down the Pipe	#14	[-]
Posts: 2848 Jan 12 07 11:34 PM Prince of Nooses Colonel More My Recent Posts	In the midst of the chaos, Fei has made no move. His arms crossed he quietly contemplates what to do, calm and collect, without a worry in his mind so it seems. Upon Abaddon diving into action, 2 blades leap into the air at Fei's side with a quick flick of each wrist. Dancing between his fingertips each blade spins faster and faster, cutting holes in light and bending the reality around them. But an instant later they're golden discs of energy spinning around Fei's hands. Dipping down, Fei's body twists unnaturally , the blades drilling into the ground, cutting a perfect circle from the concrete and stone, an erruption of golden heated rock tearing at the seams around. Continuing through in a single fluid motion into a forward flip, the 2 swords slide under the slab and launch the large, hefty slab of cement-work into the air. "Abaddon you tease. Stop playing around." Fei speaks aloud in a sarcastic manner as he finishes his flip and folds his body into a three-point stance. Both blades snap back, streamlined against Fei's body as the piece of rock is sent hurling through the air, hovering towards Abaddon. A shadowy trail is what's left of Fei's position as he dashes forward. In the blink of an instant, he passes between Abaddon and Soul Reaver. As he dashed by virtually unseen, Fei Delivered 3 strikes. The first strike targetted Abaddon's blade. A fel upward swoop against his gauntlet to knock his blade against Soul Reaver's arm. Dashing under and spinning around, Fei slides under the talon of horus Striking the head of darkstar so it uncoils with a blinding speed freeing it from the talon. A backflip followed as Fei catapulted off the backend of the talon of Horus and kicked the now un-entangled darkstar head at Demon Blade Drach'nyen, giving Soul Reaver more freedom to act. Simultaneously the large heft of wrought iron and concrete came down on Abaddon's position. As Fei was in mid flip off the giant claw, the piece of stone came between Abaddon and himself. Planting his feet on the top of the stone, Fei kicked himself backwards off of it, launching the wrecking ball of concrete at Abaddon's hopefully exposed side with terminal force. A Torn Soul; He Wanders the Darkness seeking Light... Seeking Forgiveness.
Kitharsis	Re: Puts down the Pipe	#15	[-]
Posts: 978 Jan 14 07 9:02 AM [Insert Custom Rank Here] Colonel More My Recent Posts	Kitharsis was watching as Sypher, Soul Reaver and Fei were battling with Abaddon. The tendrils of energy sticking out from his tattoos were writhing in the air around him, striking at any debris that fell close to Kitharsis. My skeletons are still too weak for this struggle. They would be an unfortunate waste of energy. There are runes carved into both of Kitharsis's shoulders. He never uses them, either having no need for them or not enough energy. One stands for speed, the other for strength. They would both be valuable this fight. Moving into action, Kitharsis charges at the back of Abaddon. His tendrils of energy stream behind him as he picks up speed. There is a lot happenning from Fei's attacks, and Kitharsis wagers that Abaddon is slightly distracted from them. Swinging his right arm forward the tendrils arc forward like a whip, Kitharsis aims to crack at Abaddon's side opposite to Fei's concrete boulder.
Cebs	Re: Puts down the Pipe	#16	[-]
Posts: 274 Jan 14 07 7:21 PM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	Diego watches as his gun fire is to no-avail. Sighing and looking at his berrettas he places them back into their holsters and looks around himself at his surroundings. The turmoil of reds, pinks and purples in the sky above reflect the individual battles taking place over this raging battle field with no clear end in sight. Swiftly clambering up a large pile of runes, what possibly used to be a building now reduced to bare framework and odd outcroppings of stone, Diego gets a better view of the plane. Constant flashes of gunfire, swift movements of shadowy figures and the cries of battle serve as the only reassurance that the Space Marines are still out there battling Chaos as very little action is taking place close by the companions fighting Abaddon. It is almost as though the battle outside is being kept seperate. Turning his attention once more on Abaddon he can see a new burst of attack has taken place. Fei, the tall elegant vampire, is only a blur as he attacks and Diego finds it near impossible romotely follow his movements even with his trained eyes, however it ends with a large piece of concrete heading towards Abaddon. As this happens Kitharsis charges fowards with stange tendrils trailing him, which whip around to follow his fist on a colloision course with the Despoiler. Although unphased by his initial attacks, Diego knows he must take part some how and so brings around his winchester and unloads it. Digging inside his endless jacket he pulls out his laptop and brings up a list of the ammunition he is carrying. The glow from the screen lights his face and his eyes scroll down the list searching for an appropriate choice. Once he finds what he is looking for he selects it from the list and promptly places the computer back inside his coat. Reaching inside his inside jacket pocket the compression device spits out a box of plasma-tipped armour piercing bullets which he proccedes to load into his rifle. Sitting back to relax slightly, Diego takes aim on Abaddon, who is covered with his allies, and prepares to open fire when an oppening presents its self. "Ford?" "Yes." "What is this fish doing in my ear?"
Kitharsis	Re: Puts down the Pipe	#17	[-]
Posts: 978 Jan 16 07 7:14 AM [Insert Custom Rank Here] Colonel More My Recent Posts	Frowning, Kelvack realizes that a few gusts of wind won't help very much agains Abaddon. Deciding that his current form is no good, he lets out a long and heavy sigh, letting out a burst of wind. He raises an arm into the air. A bolt of lightening sparks to life in his hand crackling with energy. The bolt becomes brighter the longer he holds it in the air. Then suddenly a large bolt of lightening arcs down from the sky and meets the bolt in his hand. His entire body is charged with energy and his skin begins to become overloaded with energy and break apart.
Sepher Modheigen	Re: Puts down the Pipe	#18	[-]
Posts: 282 Jan 17 07 10:43 PM Sergeant More My Recent Posts	In his mind the demon souls go quiet. They are no longer chattering, they are no longer quipping at his mind. Whether from fear or contentment is unknown, but they are silent. His eyes slowly close, and begin to tighten as pressure builds up within his mortal body. Behind his eyelids, he can see the faces of all those slain, all those wronged, and the demons silently laughing at him for his crimes. He grinds his teeth together noisily as the power wells within him, a white energy seeping all throughout his body. Sepher holds his arms out to the side, his fists clenched with the magnitude of what he was going to do. Very few times had he been forced to do this, and each time with unexpected, uncertain results. As the power grew to a level that his pathetic human shell could hardly contain, his fists were white and his muscles bulged. He was sure that anyone near him could feel the energy, the oh so demonic evil energy, but at this point he no longer cared. A tainted aura of corruption surrounds him, in an eerie white glow. It brightens until anyone looking at him could only see the white light. White as it may be to others, Sepher suffered in complete and utter darkness. The blackness spiraled around him, but Sepher hardly noticed. All he could feel was intense pain. All over his body the demon he summoned forth was wailing to be free, trying to wrest control from his body. He could feel his skin beginning to dry and crack from the fires of hell, pouring forth from the soul of hatred he had conjured. Thick oozes of blood ran down his back as skin peeled back to reveal bone. His clothes became elastic, melting away with the heat of the transformation. Sepher, covered in crimson blood, held his fists to the sky, roaring in agony that no one could hear save himself. As drops of blood fell from his upheld hands, it began to swirl in a protective vortex around newly born skin. His bones grew painfully, his muscles bulged larger then he had every remembered in his life. Standing on his feet, curled over almost into a ball and thrashed back, bony wings of leathery black skin tore from flesh on his back as they sprang into being spattering the dark void with crimson. The blood continued to swirl about him, swiftly taking on a silver hue all about his newly formed muscular body. The once crimson blood now formed interlocking plats of silvery alloy. He lifted his head upward, standing tall at nine feet, and bellowed forth a frightening cry that would shake even the most battle hardened marine. Horns burst forth from the top of his head and curl as Sepher holds out his clawed hands, and a large pole arm is formed from the same blood as his glistening armor. He plants the butt of the pole arm to the ground beneath him as a bright flash brings him back to the midst of the battlefield. OOC ~If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms"~
cLuTcHFieND	Pathetic.	#19	[-]
Posts: 3771 Jan 18 07 11:29 PM Angel of Redemption God-General More My Recent Posts	In an instant, Abbadon is deadlocked with Soul Reaver, the chain of Darkstar wrapped firmly around his gauntlet. Abbadon is rather surprised that the disruption field surrounding the Talon doesn't simply eat right through the chain, but at this range, he can feel the energy coming off the weapon. A magical artifact of some kind, but no matter. Without Blooddrinker, Abbadon does not regard Soul as much of a threat. Even as he prepares an anti-magic spell to counter the waves of dark energy coming off of Soul's weapon, he senses a power surge. The vampire has taken action. He spots him briefly out of the corner of his eye, a blur of shadows almost too fast to see. Had it not been for the speed boost Abbadon enacted just before he landed, he may not have even seen the attack coming in time. He is moving to defend as Fei speaks, unleashing the anti magic wave that cancels out Darkstar's energy at the same time. Fei does not attack directly, but instead untangles Darkstar from the Talon, smashes Drach'nyen into Soul's gauntlet, and then striking the head of Darkstar and sending it hurtling towards Drach'nyen. Abbadon reacts quickly. Drach'nyen disappears from his hand a mere second before Darkstar hurtles through the space it once occupied. With Soul Reaver still directly in front of him and at point blank range, he unleashes a volley of rounds from the stormbolter imbedded within the Talon as he uses his battle hardened senses to determine his escape path. With the concrete slab coming from above, the vampire coming from one side, and the rock monster known as Kitharsis coming from the other, Abbadon chooses the path of least resistance and springs directly upward, smashing through the slab of concrete with the Talon of Horus as if it were made of styrafoam. Rocks fly in all directions, some of them landing extremely close to the companions. And as Abbadon reaches the apex of his ascent, something new draws his attention. He turns to face Sepher just as he completes his daemon transformation. A rumble of laughter escapes his lips. He wastes no time speaking; someone who has come this unprepared, who has essentially brought a knife to a gun fight, who DARES to try and take daemon form against Abbadon the Despoiler deserves no acknowledgement. Only pain. Drach'nyen re-appears, sheathed across Abbadon's back. An exact replica of the Talon of Horus appears on his right hand. He charges forward swiftly, trails of energy trailing behind the twin lightning claws as he brings them into position. His attacks are aimed at Sepher's wings and are intended to cripple his ability to fly. I can't remember how this got started. But I can tell you exactly how it will end. cLuTcHFieND Administrator of the Administorum
Deravon	Re: Pathetic.	#20	[-]
Posts: 232 Jan 19 07 6:41 AM Alter-Ego Character More My Recent Posts	Deravon follows quickly behind the rest of the party as they move across the raging battlefield. They finally reach a massive gate and seconds later a figure drops from the sky crashing into the ground, it seems Abaddon has arrived. The vampire watches as Soul Reaver and some of the others begin to attack. Watching how Abaddon reacts to them he begins to think to himself. I may be incredibly strong, but my strength will mean nothing if I get cut in two by that blade or torn to ribbons by his claw, there must... It is at this point that a dark and menacing voice enter the Methuselahs thoughts. Must be something else you can do? We both know there is....let me in. I can provide all the power you need. Trust m[/b] Trust?!? Do you think I am a fool? I know what you want... The vampire gazes around trying to think of any other alternative and realizes....that there is none. Damn it....I can not believe I am about to do this. Deravon closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them again they are glowing a blood red. If anyone was actually watching they would sense a menacing evil growing within the vampire. It would seem that the powerful vampire has allowed his Beast to gain control of him. Suddenly he clenches his fists as a transformation begins to take place. He begins to grow in size and at the same time his skin begins to take on a darker and darker shade until it becomes as black as night. His fingers warp into razor sharp claws and his canines extend into even larger fangs. Sharp spines erupt form his back, all of his clothing seemingly transforming with the rest of his body into a hard chitinous-type material. The creature stands to its full height of 10 feet and two massive clawed feet for lack of a better term. An aura of anger and hatred seems to radiate from the horrible looking being. Yyyyyeeesssss......feel the power...feel the rage....let it feed you...let it strengthen [/b] Deravon emits a deafening roar and charges toward Abaddon. "Do not fear the darkness.....fear what lies within the darkness"