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[FeelTheAnguish]

The End Of Days

The story so far:

He who lies with the sunset

Gitztricker awoke, his head ringing with an invisible daemonic pain. Blood on his hands, blurred vision for a couple of seconds, then...what's that?...oh shit...
"Asarikox?" he whimpered, crawling closer over to the corpse of the Magus next to him, the bloody tip of an arrow forced through his skull and out the other side, his flesh horrifically burnt and wasted away, so that the burnt red tissue was peeling away. The blue orb of his eye was nestled in the pus of hours of decay, and it slowly dripped out of the socket as Gitztricker shook the corpse to wake him up.

"You'z gotta wake up Astralsox, you'z gotta wake up" he said between frantic shaking and sobs. Perhaps the knowledge that he himself had done this was what was seizing Gitztricker, his weakness had allowed Salarash a moment of control.
"I'z go get 'elp" the goblin said.   

*

Salarash had his prize. He was now within the Anti Sanctus Chaotica, surrounded by his cadre of armoured hulks. In his hand, almost draped in his skeletal fingers, was the Requis, the grim prize of his victory this day. His warriors had already laid waste to several of the vampiresses that patrolled the corridors.

Salarash turned to his bodyguard.
"I want the 'Dark Lords' found, and brought to me. I shall teach them a lesson or two, and if they're lucky I'll let them live"
"What of the others?"
"Any who will not submit to our new regime must die. I want this place cleansed."

With that, and the ring of the metal around his ears, Salarash watched his campaign finally reach its peak. He'd got what he wanted, but now, this was just a fruit to tempting to leave on the tree. This 'Unholy Legion' would be his, the blade was almost telling him so.

*

Gitztricker exited the winding corridors, to the screams of those around, the wailing of the goblins. Things just seemed to be spiralling out of control, and Gitztricker was all alone in his fear. 


This is it my friends. So powerful has Salarash become, that he has now assaulted the Unholy Legion itself with his army of Dark Elves, tried to cleanse the guild of imperfections and station himself as the head through a regime of blood and chaos.
Every single one of you, will be influenced by this. You can hide, cower away in your holes and hope the storm passes you by, but how certain are you that it will? The Dark Lords will find themselves under threat, there will be murder within the very corridors, friends and allies will be threatened if not killed. You will find that getting stuck in, getting involved, is the best way to weather this storm. Are all Dark Elves in the guild to be trusted? Are we to start questioning how deep the roots of this corruption have run unnoticed? How will the individual Roleplay Squads respond?

Salarash is powerful, but the combined might of the entire Unholy Legion will surely bring him to his knees.

NOW LET'S DO SOME ROLEPLAY!!! 

[Darcros]

((OOC: First off AWESOME STORY. I really hope we get a big turnout of people to join this. If you are reading this JOIN NOW. You can easily hop in a open RP even if you got little RP expierence this is your chance.))

Darcros, Mylfala, Gribbley, and the zealot stood there outside the corridors of Asarikox's lair. "My, my what a surprise to see you my darling, and looking for the requis." Darcros said gesturing toward the zealot. Before any could react further a group of Salarsh's men stormed in. All took a step back in surprise except for Darcros who almost seemed like he expected it.

"So soon?" he mocked. The group readied themself for battle until one bloodied one from the back was thrown into the front. The group looked back to see Cragtor holding his massive great choppa in one hand and a grotesque red shield covered in everchanging spikes with a single eye in the middle that was dead set on Darcros. "Come hither Cragtor" Darcros said as Cragtor ran through the group and tossed the shield to his master. Darcros hugged the Aegis saying "Did you miss me" in a childish voice.

Salarsh's men both confused and angry attacked. Cragtor began fighting them with his invulnterablity being used to its full extent. Mylfala, Gribbley, and Lyllien (the zealot for those who dont know) readied for battle as Darcros seemed busy adoring his beloved artifact. "WAAAAAAAAAAGH" shouted the mad black orc.

[Kitta]

Kitta wandered far off in the woods where she had run after reading that disturbing letter.  She kicked bits of debris and threw sticks.  She squatted down next to a little friend she had found, a half-eaten squirrel and continued what was obviously an ongoing argument," I know you say that I am a big girl now, and that she can't do anything to me that I can't stop, but what if you are wrong?"

The girl paced in a circle, hands clasped behind her in an almost mocking parody of her mother.  Faintly off in the distance she heard the sounds of battle and some sort of gurgling scream.  Kitta stood and looked in that direction, cocking her head in concentration.  She darted an accusing glance at the dead squirrel and yelled, "I told you so!"

Muttering to herself, she started moving cautiously back towards the Unholy Legions halls, " let you sneak up on me, I don't think so.  I can stop you. I can. What was that?  Stupid magus..."

[Mylfala]

Without pausing to think, Lyllien lifted her skull token high and spoke ancient words of power, summoning protective shields around her and her current companions. Syd's war howls echoed through her head as she reached out, blessing everyone in turn.

Mylfala set into action, ignoring the distracted chosen and throwing herself into battle next to the orc. Bolts of power struck each of their attackers as Gribbley danced around with waaagh power.

Salarash's men fought back in turn, but the battle seemed to be turning against them under the onslaught of the companions.

Lyllien couldn't help but wonder what she landed in the middle of.

[tannim]

Unlike many of the members of the Legion,Vanyael did not face the guardsman of the renegade Salarash,rather he chose to target the liuetenants of the Dark Elf.

With any war,information was needed to properly fight,and this was Vanyael's true purpose within the legion.

Bael'arath had certainly had better days. His screams had echoed thru the small storeroom for the better part of the evening. His defiant statements of the dire consequences of Vanyael's actions had steadily changed to pleas to stop and then most recently pleas to let him die.

Patting the now pale dark elf on the cheek,Vanyael chuckled softly "Well...your a strong one...Stronger then I would have guessed.The Black Ark's prepared you well...Most of our weakling cousins would have died of the pain by now...As much fun as it is to carve wood,It is far more satisfying to shape marble"

Placing the blood-slicked blade on Bael'arath's pale chest,Vanyael smiled. So far the experiment had been going well. As any magus could have said,the power of the Warp could twist and shape a person as easily as modeling clay,but doing it thru force of will and surgery was an entirely different matter.

One of Bael'arath's legs had allready been altered,the bone flayed clean and then artfully cracked and shortened,compressed and then healed thru Khaine's twisted bloodfueled magic. Vanyael was currently working on the other leg.
"You will make a Fine female dwarf little Traitor..."

[Mahk Noir]

Grace upon grace, cry upon cry, you're far too young and cute to die. Cleanse your thoughts, feel your might, let pups be wolves, take your flight. Come to me.

This line of melodramatic poetry, clearly composed in a rush while the poet himself was either heavily inebriated or otherwise distracted, rang through the minds of the Cultists of Mahk in perfect unison. The fields of triumph and ecstasy appeared in their minds as clearly as though they had been there only yesterday--it had actually been the previous Thursday. They could nearly smell the myriad blossoms, feel the invigorating sunlight, hear the echoes of their own laughter mingled with that of their lord and god. Bring shovels, would you? Good little pups.

((Salarash isn't the only one with a following.  ))

[Darcros]

While fighting and killing happened around Darcros he found the need to not fight. He knew it was under control. He swung out his orb "Brothers, Salarsh has attacked the sanctum. As foolish as you two are you can make strong reinforcements." Darcros said sternly waiting a response. "We are aware of that." The orb responded. "We have already slain a few and you friend is here, we summoned him." Darcros looked curisouly into the orb. "My friend?!" he rang confused. "Goreshack Grimm is here" the orb said. A sinister laugh came from Darcros and he put the orb away.

He finally unsheathed his blade to notice only one of Salarsh's men remained and began to run. He threw his sword and it pierced his spine right into one of his lungs. He fell to the ground. Darcros did not bother to retrieve his blade for he decided to fight with his bare hand and Aegis. "We must make aquatiences later, right now we need to regroup with as much as the legion as possible to stop this foolish army"

What about the soul? Salarsh will prove a greater snack. He better we are giving away a ripe oppourtunity. It makes no difference Goreshack has come. He annoys me. Yes but his fighting is the best of a marauder. Perhaps but is he useful enough to put up with that ego. We shall find out.

Meanwhile ten elves lay dead on the ground surrounding a Marauder whose arm was large bladed appendage. He carried a sinister blade as well. "That was hardly fun at all. Who else challenges the greatest servant of the raven god." He shrieked. More troopers showed up and confronted him, overhearing his babbling. "Perfect timing" He mocked. he began to sing as he slaughtered them "One dead, two dead, elf dead, fool dead, infidel dead...." he continued the annoying rant until all hit the ground.

"What a Grimm fate for you all" he said as he cackled.

[Mylfala]

"Regroup?" Mylfala asked the chosen, her tone extremely hostile. "First of all we don't know where anyone else is. Second of all, Gribbley and I want nothing to do with your stupid requis... thing. Fight your own battles and take that mute bitch with you."

Lyllien looked up at the dark elf with disdain. "Druchii... all the same," Xen sighed.

"Slave! Yuz do wots Iz seyz. We iz gunna look too. Dats where all da scrappin' iz!" Gribbley exclaimed. The goblin and druchii stared each other down briefly, until the dark elf relented.

"Ok well back to my first point then. Where next?"

The zealot cleared her throat and, summoning enough power, she said "Follow... the... souls..." and pointed past the dead bodies of Salarsh's minions. It still ached to talk, but she was stronger now and she could manage short words and small phrases. Either way she realized it was imperative to communicate as best she could. She started to hesitate and wonder if she should continue her search for Asarikox, but Turik stopped her.

"It's too late now," he remarked cheerfully. Lyllien didn't even stop to consider what he ment.

[Darcros]

The group followed Darcros who took leadership onto himself. He said they were returning to his quarters where they would be able to request more assistance from the Legion. He fought through many opposition but each squad was few in number and posed little threat. Only some exhaustion and minor wounds befell them all. Darcros opened the door to his chambers. They all entered.

They looked around to see many evil notes written in blood like "Empire shall fall", "Curses to Sigmar", "Let Mahk Die" scattered throughout the walls. A desk filled with papers and crystal ball lay in the middle of it all. Half eaten corpses littered the corners of the room. He sat at the desk and went through the papers trying to find out who was in the sanctum or close. Mylfala looked over to see a full body portrait of Lord Noir that had blood splattered over it and a number of sharp objects through it.

She went over and pulled out a knife that was lodged in the forehead. "You really do have problems, dont you?" she mocked him but it fell on deaf ears as he was in tuned with his work. As they all waited patiently, Lyllien pointed out the door where screams could be heard in the distance as well as a omnious humming. Darcros ignored the screams but shot up when he heard the humming. "Could it be?" he muttered to himself.

Darcros ran out of the room and down the hall followed by the curious group. They stopped to find the halls littered with bodies of elves wearing the insignia of Salarsh. A lone Marauder stood there humming to himself as he carved the symbol of Tzeentch into the stomach of a corpse. He looked back to see the group. "DARCY!" he screamed and ran toward the chosen. "Goreshack!" the chosen replied running towards him. They hugged right there surrounded by death.

"Wut dem gitz doin'" Gribbley said out loud. "Shut up. We are having a real intimate, non-gay moment" said Darcros. They let go and looked at each other. "Been a while since you needed my help" said the maruader arrogantly. "Never needed your help, however since your here...." Darcros whispered to him.  They both clashed gauntlets and shouted "FOR TZEENTCH!!!"

[FeelTheAnguish]

Salarash took from his impossibly ornate robes, a small red orb, perfect in design and shape. It was so painfully similar to Asarikox's eye, just, the liquid looked more like a fiery blood than a warm sea blue.
The Sorcerer whispered gently into it, it glowed warmly, let off a dull scream, before he handed it over to a brute of an elf to his right. His bodyguard was quite massive, barely contained within his armour, black eyes of piercing coal, hands almost permenantly clenched to restrain his insurmoutable anger.
"Take this to wear he died, detonate it. Should tear a hole large enough in this place to cause a fair amount of chaos."
Vlehk spoke up
"You promised me that blue orb!"
"I promised you the right to it, this is no delivery service boy, if you want it, I suggest you hurry up and get it"
"Bastard" spat Vlehk, as he slid away.
"That one is becoming quite the irritance. If you were to 'accidently' prevent him getting that orb before you detonate the place, it would be most pleasing, would it not?"
"Yes sire" came the dull echo from within the helmet of the brute
"Come, I have 'Lords' to overthrow, I haven't killed in quite a time, let's put that right"

*

Gitztricker was childishly weeping in a corner, huddled over while screams flowed around him. There wasn't much he could do.
"I'z need sum 'elp Astralsox"
Behind him, one of the vampire priestesses sunk her teeth into the neck of a Dark Elf warrior, sucked him dry, laughed.
"Wait, I'z know, da Dark Lords, Ladies' 'un Noir, dey can 'elp me!"
He rose, scuttled off, trying to stay to the shadows as much as possible. He spun round several corners, running, his mind a flutter. Then sudden movement, he almost screamed, but instead pinned himself flat against the wall. The Dark Elf that passed the darkened corridor was muttering, clearly troubled. He was shaking his head, pacing erratically.
"Dat wun looks lot like Astralsox" the goblin thought.

After the elf had passed, Gitztricker ran again, as quietly as his goblin feet could carry him with any pace, until he reached 'the room'. Inside, he daren't dwell on the reality of what was going on. Goblins like him weren't normally permitted inside the chambers, except that Squiggie. He puffed up his chest, knocked firmly on the door. The lack of reply signalled him to enter.
"Dark Lords 'un Ladies of da Un'oly Legion, I'z bringin' terrible news."
"Is it that you're wearing a certain type of belt under those garments?" came the voice of Noir quickly after.
Gitztricker was terrified. He'd heard of what Noir could do to goblins with those fingers. He gulped.
"N..No Dark Lord Nwah, da Legion, it's under attack, I'z seen da Dark Elfsies, runnin' through, killin' us!"
"Young pup, my ducklings have been told to deal with this. I see you have no spade?"
"But, I fink dey'z kilt Astrasocks!"
"Astrasocks?"
"Asarikox" came a dark voice from behind, where the other Dark Lords lay.
"Ah, I think you mean Astral-Rock Requiem. Dead you say?"
"Yes Dark Lords 'un Ladies, I fink dey'z kilt 'im propa"

[Mahk Noir]

As I said, pups, leave the Sanctum, gather yourselves in the fields of Ecstasy, and then I shall come to you when I am able. Sincerely yours, love -M. The daemon sent one last message to his Cult before he was so rudely drawn into the present by a knock upon the door.

"Dark Lords 'un Ladies of da Un'oly Legion, I'z bringin' terrible news," said what looked like an oversized, mutant, green squirrel.
"Is it that you're wearing a certain type of belt under those garments?" came the voice of Noir quickly after.
Gitztricker was terrified. He'd heard of what Noir could do to goblins with those fingers. He gulped.
"N..No Dark Lord Nwah, da Legion, it's under attack, I'z seen da Dark Elfsies, runnin' through, killin' us!"
The druchii  couldn't help but chuckle. "Young pup, my ducklings have been told to deal with this. I see you have no spade?"
"But, I fink dey'z kilt Astrasocks!"
"Astrasocks?"
"Asarikox" came a dark voice from behind, where the other Dark Lords lay.
"Ah, I think you mean Astral-Rock Requiem. Dead you say?"
"Yes Dark Lords 'un Ladies, I fink dey'z kilt 'im propa"
M. Noir thought looked contemplative for a moment, though in reality he was attempting to fumble about with something under his robes. "Now I've got it!" he said with a smile.
"Yu'z got a plan?" Gitzricker said, excited.
"What? Er, oh. Certainly!" He sprang to Noir's feet. "I say we have a little dance!"

With a snap of Noir's fingers, a flash of purple light filled the room for a fraction of a second. Suddenly, music with the full vibrancy and force of a chamber orchestra burst into life.
"I call this the Tango of Terror!" M said with a smile. "Also known as Trixie, but only by her most intimate of acquaintances."
With another snap of his fingers, Cynthia the daemonette appeared in a puff of purple smoke. The look of utter annoyance on her face was far greater than ever, likely because of the backless, strapless black cocktail dress that she had on. A rose appeared in Noir's mouth. "Shall we?" He attempted to say, though it sounded more like, "Saaaal be?"

The dark lord gripped her tightly in the starting position. So began the dance of passion between the daemonic pair.

[Kitta]

Kitta had been sneaking back through the woods for what seemed like hours when she heard Lord Noir's voice in her head.  She immediately stopped and looked all around to her to see where he was.  Seeing no one, she looked up, and there smiling down at her was a tiny grey squirrel.  The zealot hopped up and down in excitement and called up to the squirrel," I will go right away, but I don't have a shovel.  Should I go get one first?"

The squirrrel chattered in irritation and shook its tail mockingly, before running up and disappearing into the tree.

"I understand," the girl cried before skipping happily off to the meadow.  Along the way she picked flowers and tucked them into her belt and in the openings of her skull charm.

[tannim]

"Seriously now...All this screaming isn't going to help matters...besides...after the last change your voice has become far too high pitched for me to want to listen to." Vanyael said to the now twisted former dark elf. "I don't want to be here torturing you after all...There are far more important people for me to be torturing then you..." Vanyael paused a moment as if to consider. "I know...How about you tell me where i can find this..Salarash...and i strap him to this table instead of you. Let you die and write it off as a failed experiment and that way we both get what we want. I get a proper subject...and you get to die while there is still some of you that is still elf"

((keyboard was wonky and had to be replaced...I still need to have you give the guy's responses though.))

[Mylfala]

Upon seeing the marauder, Lyllien was intrigued. Throughout her journey's she had never encountered one, yet she had read most thoroughly into the study of her allied Tzeentch worshipers. Still, she knew that study of such a person was almost a waste of time, seeing as the whole place was in chaotic shambles. Deep in thought of what to do next, the zealot started pacing around the men.

"Humans," she heard the druchii sigh. "We'll never get anywhere with you lot in the lead. Come Gribbley!"

Lyllien looked up to see the witch elf and shaman run off down a separate corridor. The zealot was sad for the loss of allies, but did not miss their lack of focus. Surely their personal worries would serve them elsewhere.

"Let them be, they shall serve our purpose further from us." Turik assured her.
"And if not, they will be quite tasty," Syd giggled.

She shrugged and went back to pacing. What about Asarikox?

[Darcros]

Darcros and Goreshack watched the elf and goblin leave. "Fools, wont last long alone..." Darcros uttered but was ignored by the marauder who's eyes were set on Lyllien. "Well, who is this beauty?" the marauder asked causing Lyllien to blush. "Hands off Goreshack we have more pressing matters." Darcros said looking around. "Oh I am sorry you got dibs on her already." he mocked as Darcros punched him in the face. "FOCUS!" Darcros screamed.

Goreshack got up rubbing his cheek, "Relax Darcy. I am sure you guild is completly wiped out hehe" he said but Darcros ignored him "We need to find the Dark Lords, they should be in thier chambers." Lyllien nodded at the chosen's statement and went to his side to follow him. "What is this? Did Darcy finally get over that wench, Lyriniain?" Goreshack mocked as Darcros grabbed his Aegis and gave an evil stare at Goreshack "Shut. It. NOW!" the angry chosen spat out.

Lyllien was swallowed in confusion, these two obviously shared a history together. "You know I only push you in good fun?" Goreshack said in a childish voice. "Lets get to killing" the chosen said still angry.....

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