The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, OPEN RP: The end of days?

Darcros

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« Reply #75 on: July 03, 2009, 01:34:57 AM »

Salarsh heard faint footsteps from down the halls. Knowing he was still a bit weak he hid into the shadows. From the halls morphed in the chosen, Darcros. He seemed to be cursing under his breath. Salarsh heard a sound in the other direction, it was the marauder from earlier. "Darcy! There you are!" the maruader screamed while running over. "Dont know how I lose you, you heavy weight." Darcros just stared at him for a few seconds then responded. "Where is the girl, the zealot?" he uttered. "Lost her in the catacombs, I was lucky to get out myself. We cant all have a great sense of direction you old fart." Darcros gave him an angry glare.

"No matter, she was a tool. Anyway, have you happened to kill any more intruders?" The chosen switched into a happy mood. "About six. I caught the scent of another one but I guess it was just you....could of sworn it was a dark elf's blood though" Salarsh became a bit nervous from the marauder's words. "You have been wrong far too many times to enact a search." Darcros paused and held his head tight with his massive hand. "You ok?" Goreshack asked.

"Its nothing, just some added wieght...." Darcros gasped. "Do you need your medicine?" The maruader said giggling with a large grin on his face. Goreshack reached in pocket and pulled out a few white pills that had a dark aura about them. Darcros reached for his helmet and began to remove it as it slowly slid off he laughed a few words. "Good thing we messed up the ritual enough that my helmet can be removed."

As Darcros's helmet came off it showed his true face, or lack of one. His face was a charred skull, no eyes, no hair, no skin, no muscle, just black and white bone, inconsistant in color. Salarsh froze. He had no idea that he was of the undead. He gasped in awe. Darcros quickly shot his head in Salarsh's direction. "Did you hear that?" he asked his companion. "You already going nuts. Take the pills before you think the walls start telling you stories."

Darcros took the pills and dismissed the noise. His helmet still had four glowing red eyes. Apparently his helm was enchanted to look as if he was a 'normal' chosen. He threw the pills in his unmoving jaw and placed his helmet back on. "I should head back to the Dark Lords' chambers. He will most likely strike there again." The chosen said in a calmer voice. "Well Im not the type to wait around and get attacked. I know where your little pal Cragtor is. I think me and him could get along quite well heh."

"He will listen to you. If you two find him, tell Cragtor to inform my brothers, then they will inform me. Then I will kill him GOT THAT!" he suddenly went furious. Goreshack nodded completely unfazed by the anger his 'friend' gave him. "See ya Darcy!"


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Mahk Noir

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Re: OPEN RP: The end of days?

« Reply #76 on: July 03, 2009, 03:06:00 AM »

((I'm waiting on Vanyael as I am currently following him en route to finding Salarash)).

Meanwhile, inside Darcros...

"I want muffins!"
"No I want muffins!"
"No I want muffins!"
"No, I want pancakes!"
"No, I want pancakes!"
"I like pancakes, I like muffins, I like pancakes and I like muffins. Therefore pancakes equal muffins?"
"I don't think so!"
"I do!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes I do!"
"I'm going to make his leg twitch."Darcros' legs suddenly shot out in different directions, causing him to fall forward onto his face. His hand shot out, made an obscene gesture at the marauder, and then began to slap Darcros' rear end vigorously.
"Muffins!" The chosen yelled.


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tannim

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Re: OPEN RP: The end of days?

« Reply #77 on: July 04, 2009, 12:29:19 PM »

((sorry about the delay everyone...been utterly lost trying to figure out where to go next))

Vanyael walked quickly through the halls of the Sanctum on the trail of Salarash,Khaine's will flowing freely still. Every time a minion of Salarash crossed his path,Vanyael would gesture and cause him to erupt into a fountain of blood.The blood of Salarash that still covered most of Vanyael's swords drew him onwards.

As he encountered one of the few remaining full strength squads of Salarash's soldiers,he giggled like a maniac,making a sweeping gesture with his hands upwards,commanding the blood within each of them to erupt violently out of their mouths,draining them dry and coating the walls in seconds.

"I am become Death,the Destroyer of Worlds"

(At this point Vanyael is no longer really present and will happily wander around slaughtering guards and any other non member he comes across.I don't want him involved in the fight with Salarash since thats more for the main characters in the plot lol..Feel free to use him in passing as a guard exploder. If asarikox is fine with it i might have him kill the head lacky)


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FeelTheAnguish

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Re: OPEN RP: The end of days?

« Reply #78 on: July 20, 2009, 05:56:58 AM »

The blue daemon scuttled over to Asarikox, the half eaten remains of one of Salarash's guards in its jaws.
"Much appreciated little one" Asarikox said, as he ushered it on its way once again.
The broken and bloody bits on the floor held little use beyond something wonderful to gaze at, but then, tucked in the belt of the tattered clothing was a small piece of paper. The Magus had almost overlooked it and continued on. He picked it up and read it.

"It seems the members of this legion, are far more complex than I could have imagined. I had researched their inability to physically die, only to reincarnate later, and the workings on which they are found. I have even prepared a special variety of Asarikox's daemon salts for use on him, which will hopefully rid the world of his cursed Magus form and reincarnate him as something more manageable.

Yet, I was completely ignorant to much of their power, but I know it now, and I shall seek to exploit it. Their ability to trascend the dimensions, plant seeds within the minds of mortals and feed on the fear that ensues, is really quite beyond anything I had envisioned for this cult of secluded, yet powerful, individuals.

Of course, to gain some of this power for my own, could be an ecstacy that this world itself is not enough to provide me. I will ride into their legion, knowing full well I will never best them as individuals, but I will ride in knowing that if I succeed, then power beyond this universe waits me. If I fail, then I shall have failed against a foe that was surely destined to beat me."

Asarikox looked rather confused, but continued down the corridor anyway. The mutterings he could hear at the end signified something was going on, and he didn't want to miss out.


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FeelTheAnguish

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Re: OPEN RP: The end of days?

« Reply #79 on: July 25, 2009, 09:53:08 AM »

I would really love to see this finished, and as a result I'm going to forward the plot myself and round it off to a point where the story of the Requis is able to be laid to rest and Asarikox can be reborn. The post you are about to read is the end of the story of the Requis.

I must say though, it has been a fantastic journey, with some awesome roleplayers (thanks to everybody who has participated in the Requis roleplays, you've all been awesome )

Asarikox rounded the corner, his senses on fire with the lust of a thousand unfinished battles. Something in his veins told him that the traitor was close by.

There was no opening speech from Salarash, no monologue, and that caught Asarikox by surprise. In his complacent expectance of a robed sorcerer to elaborate on his grand scheme, his surprise came when a naked wounded figure hurled himself at the Magus, knocking him backwards.

The force of the blow split Asarikox from his daemonic steed, as indigo fire washed around the corridors. Tzeentch himself spat into Asarikox's mind, as the disc's daemonic power threatened to rip apart Asarikox's soul. There was a resistance, and Asarikox yelled inside himself.
The guardian angel of his hour of need, was the daemon whom restrained him for so long. As Asarikox lay bleeding, his corpse punctured repeatedly by the Requis from Salarash's frenzied form, the Magus' eyes could only see a great clash between two daemons. Colours were spitting everywhere, as the greater daemon of Tzeentch that had used Asarikox as a host for so long, finally burst free into the world.

As it did so, Asarikox's body seemed to be sucked dry of magic and chaos. His hair seemed to stretch back out from beneath his scalp once more, his frame tightened and heightened. The blue orb within the socket of his eye let off a bubbling, and dripped free. The clean, black sphere that was his normal eye was reborn in the space. As Asarikox Requis rose to his feet, his body filled with punctures and gashes from a blade he called his master, there was a menace so powerful in his eyes. It was overwhelming.

The Requis was glowing blue, like Asarikox remembered it always had. The daemon inside, which moments before had been pulsing through his veins, was screaming. Salarash had the final piece of his puzzle clenched firmly in his fist.

Salarash lunged again. His clear advantage of his magical prowess vanished in a dash of bloodlust. He jumped onto Asarikox again, but the sorcerer's jaw was quickly met by the firm fist of Asarikox. Reeling from the blow, the vampire siezed his advantage, and kicked Salarash to the floor. He scrambled on the stone floor for several seconds, in a desperate attempt to flee the horrific form of the two large and prominent wings that now arched from the vampire's back. Asarikox opened his mouth wide, blood dripping out of his mouth from his bleeding lungs, and gave a shriek of the night itself. The two jet black coals of his eyes shone from the candle light.

"You are a fool" the vampire growled, as his wings quickly shot back inwards to the sound of hastily withdrawn bone and flesh.
"I still have the blade, you can't stop me"
"This is my requisition. Give it to me, I will spare your life" Asarikox said, now looming over with his great shadow.

The lightning reactions of a vampire caught the hand of the sorcerer in mid air, as he attempted one last strike. Snatching the Requis free from his grasp, Asarikox quickly cut a groove in Salarash's neck deep enough to let him choke while he buried the blade deep in his belly.

"I win"
"No, I win"

Salarash gave a liquid laugh, as the wound on his neck bled raw onto the floor. He gritted hard, sucked in all the Dhar that he could muster into this shell of a body, and chanelled the force into the blade. The Requis cracked in several places, with each crack a vicious purple beam of light burst through.

"No!" Asarikox screamed, as the shards of the blade exploded outwards in all directions. Salarash's corpse was ripped to shreds by the hail of metal and arcane workings. Asarikox's tissues were split wide open, the entire front face of his body a multitude of metal shards protruding from his arms. The explosion ripped out the centre of his torso, leaving him to gasp a final breath before collapsing on the floor, as his body turned to ash and dust.


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