Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140331181538/@comment-4948356-20140407232935

OOC: I Swear... this sight needs a save post progress button. The following is, unfortanetly, a cut down version of what I had.

'''Meanwhile... At the Brass Fortress...'''

Vulture, having returned to Khornes domain, stands before an army made of nearly every khorne daemon. Each ready to tear him apart.

A single bloodthrister charges, swinging his axe at the marine... before it stops, milimeters from vultures head.

Vulture: "Allow me to 'enlighten' you all to a few things... of which a single fact should become clear."

The bloodthirster, despite his roars and commands, slowly lies down on his back, holding his Axe high.

Vulture: "Now then, Say that a ritual was performed that binded two things together. In this case, A man and a god..."

The bloodthirster roars, bluting out...

Bloodthirster: "N-NO SUCH RITUAL EXISTS!"

Followed by cries of pain and anguish as the axe drops, cutting off his leg.

Vulture: "If their wasn't, I wouldn't be here now would I?"

Vulture returned his gaze to his audience, whilst the next leg was chopped off.

Vulture: "Now then... persay that, if one of these beings die, the other dies as well. The Man in this case is at an advantage, since a god usually can't be completely destroyed... but a human is easy to kill..."

Many of the Daemons began to realize just what this usurper had done...

Vulture: "So... if the human is killed... then the god, and all his is or was, also dies. So... As you probably guessed, I did indeed bind my own existance to your own khorne. So... If I were to die...  then so does your god..."

As the axe cuts off the bloodthisrters left arm, the situation has become very clear to daemons...

Vulture: "and by extension... all of you."

As the axe falls on the last arm, the bloodthrister is lifted into the air by an unseen force, moving behind vulture, who raises his hand, slowly closing it, whilst the bloodthirster's head and body begans to thrash about in the air...

Vutlure: "I am not the usuper of khorne... I'm not a replacement of khorne, to all of you...

As vulture suddenly closes his fist, the bloodthirst bursts apart into the red liquid of his name, causing it to rain blood around the area...

Vulture: "I AM KHORNE!!!"

The daemons slowly bowed their own heads in defeat, leaving...

As Vulture returns to ???, Wartez begins to walk to next to him.

Wartez: "How did it go my lord?"

Vulture: "Very well, Both the speech and the tests."

Wartez: "So... using small portions of his power..."

Vulture: "Doesn't seem to have any short term or long term negative effects, With extensive tests and practice, I may slowly be able to hold more of it. Of course... We have yet to test the stabilization theory..."

Wartez: "That will have to wait, since Locating Nurgles Door has proved difficult. Nurgle himself may have learned of what we are looking for."

Vulture: "That is troubling... We may have to move in sooner than anticipated..."

Wartez: "What of the second test? Were you able to..."

Vulture: "No... whilst I may have control of their bodies, I cannot actually change their though processes. Only khorne himself seems to be able to do that... not that it can help him anymore...:

Wartez: "Their is something that was brought up by Wartew before he left. If the daemons are bits and pieces of khorne, wouldn't one of their death's mean yours as well?"

Vulture: "Ah yes... I forgot to explain that part. You see, they may be bits and pieces of khorne, but thats all they are, bits and pieces. Even if all of them were to die at once, I would still live, sincec khorne himself would still be alive. I may be hurt, especially if so many died at once, but not enough for it to be completely fatal."

Wartez: "I see, and this would be true for all the gods?"

Vulture: "Yes, my friend. Of course, the unaffliated Daemons could pose an issue... but many of them are few and fare between. And even then, it would be much easier, and better, for them to join us... What of the S.I.N. project? Have the dark eldar..."

Wartez: "Yes my lord. Many of the warriors passed the arena tests and we began work immediately. With the Haemonculi data that wartev sent us, it was easy to manipulate their bodies, and the cybernetics also proved to meld perfectly."

Vulture: "And the warp drives?"

Wartez: "With the warp drive technology recovered from that 'lord tank', we were able to get several working at projected potentials. Wartew took several of the prototypes for field testing."

Vulture: "Good. Maybe these people will do better than their holier than though cousins. A full craftworld wasted..."

Wartez: "Indeed..."

Vulture: "Wartez"

Wartez: "Yes my lord?

Vultrue: "Did wartev recieve..."

Wartez: "Yes my lord, No witness... correct? I take it you informed the..."

Vulture: "Yes I did. When wartev finishes up, he should have no problem leaving the city."

Wartez: "Understood my lord..."

With wartev and Azroz...

As the thunderhawk's ramp had yet to open, wartev discounted the marines joining anytime soon, and with the door in his hand, he wasn't exatcly in the best position to fight. If that wasn't enough... Azroz was right. The two assassins had effectivly drained his own warp based powers... but not his staffs...

A slow (double) grin came across his now helmetless face...

Wartev: "Whilst I would love to... I'm pretty sure someone wants a little payback of his own..."

Immediatly taking the hint, azroz dodges a huge slash from behind. recovering, he tuned to his new assainlant... only to see a thick, watery outline of space marine, holding the judgement.

Wartev: "You see, one my own judgments most useful, (and least useful) abilities Is the abillity to physically use the soul to create a copy of the person it belonged to... along with all their skills and powers intact. Of course... it has a limit to only one person at a time... but this one should be enough..."

''Too bad I lose the soul afterwords if I leave... but thats a trade off I can live with...''

Wartev thought ot himself, as Soul attacked brutally. As Aroz parried and countered with skill, his own blows were doing nothing... the only thing he could actually hit was the judgement itself.

Wartev then went and left the room, the wall infront of him suddenly being destroyed by some kind of lighting attack.

Wartev: "Thank you."

At that, a purple thunderhawk comes down and picks up wartev, taking him through the sectors to the Neverending spires Outer sector...

In the Secret hanger...

Eagle and his entourage burst in, the ship itself taking off. 7 Wartea's runes light up as she makes a giant hand out of light, grabbing vects shuttle and bashing it against the wall, desrtroying the cockpit and killing the pilots. Wartea slumps down, the effort draining her greatly. The senitnels then surround the crashed vessel as Eagle and Hevak prep weapons.