Post by VanHelser on Sept 20, 2004 5:41:36 GMT -5
Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 09/12/2003 02:36:57
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(OOC: And I thought I was RPing here. I guess not, seeming as everyone's ignoring me. Oh, well. Have fun y'all.)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned."
Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 09/12/2003 08:43:24
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OOC: Well...I didn't know about Multhaa at all...oh well...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon
Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 09/12/2003 10:38:44
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The daemon just wouldn't die. The woman's enormous power claw had been embedded in its chest for nearly thirty seconds, but the daemon would just not relent to the wound. It finally stopped burning after its dousing in promethium from Van Helser's hand flamer and turned it's full attention the female Inquisitor. With a sweep of its bestial claws it cast her to the ground. Free from the murderous grip of the power claw it faced Van Helser. 'THANK YOU FOR RELEASING ME FROM THE FOUL HUMAN FLESH,' it boomed, 'YOU CAN SIT AT MY SIDE AS A REWARD IF YOU WISH,' Van Helser looked it deep in the eye.
'I still don't feel ready to sell my soul to the darkness!' he yelled in reply, before advancing with Crian'laar. A voice suddenly rang out:
'Beware! Karakus Ray is possessed by a daemon...' Thorn's voice trailed off as he saw the terrible form of Multhaa standing against a backdrop of flames from the burning fuel.
Voke stepped forward. 'Come feel the touch of my blade, hell-spawn.' Multhaa grunted in reply and set off towards the venerable Inquisitor, backhanding Van Helser away as he charged.
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 09/12/2003 19:54:47
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Voke remebered why he had chosen to slave Nul'Ra to his blade once more. A powerful SLANEESH daemon prince; because it was Slaneesh ment that it was VERY jelous of other daemons. Nul'Ra was trying with all it's might to banish this thing without Voke trying to coax it. Voke ordered Ela and Eswt to stand back. Ela's bolt pistols could do nothing and Eswt's power sword would have little effect. Ela passed her bleessed blades to Eswt as she was best with throwing knives. Eswt now had 6 blades at her disposal (Thorn had given her his as well). As Voke charged the daemon Eswt let loose. All 6 blades went into the daemon, all were destroyed on contact, all hurt the daemon and forced it to spend abit more of it's power on keeping caporeal form. Voke's already taxed mind was fighting at full power to stop the daemon casting any spells. The huge task seemed to increase Voke's powers beyond anything he had acheived before; impressive, but now was not the time. Although it would take time Voke might be able to wear down the daemon enough to be able to start chanting thr rites of banishment. if that happened the daemon would have to split it's concentration and that would probably be the end of it. The daemon knew this. It used all it's psycic strength to force Voke's voice box shut. The daemon was no longer playing. It knew that do so against one as well equiped and prepared as Voke would be to risk alot. This fact pleased Voke; even the daemon respected him.
"I do not unleash everything on you because I'm scared of you!!! i do it because I'm getting borred and because it would be very hard to have much fun with you!" The daemon blasted out instantly. It's voice was of the warp. Both low and high pitched in the same moment. It was so....wrong; even it's voice was wrong with the laws of pysics!
The daemon charged. It's hands and formed long talons instantly. The talon crackled with some form of electricity. just before it got within reach it disapeared and reappeared several metres behind Voke. Pure warp erupted from it's talons towards Voke's back. Voke span. Using a combination of psycic powers and Nul'Ra Voke halted the warp assault. Voke could feel that Nul'Ra was insulted that he hadn't let it take all of the assault. Voke didn't care; there would be many more assaults for Nul'Ra to take, a fair share even for the Slaneesh daemon.
Thorn rushed over to Stryde to help her. Van Helser stood back up. Ela and Eswt were with Thorn and Stryde. All looked on as Voke prepared for the real battle to start. He took heart from Stryde, Thorn and even Van Helser looking on. Them and all of their companions; including his own, Ela and Eswt; would be more than willing to launch themselves at the daemon should it strike down Voke. All just men and women, just humans; willing to give their lives for the Emperor and mandkind. That is why mankind would eventually best choas; because just normal humans were willing to take on fully manefested daemons; and they would; and they would win.
"So there are aload of you willing to fight me, and my kind; big deal!!! It just means it will take a long time to kill you all. There is nothing special. Mankind will not win for certain; it CANNOT WIN!!! If one of you gets lucky and strikes me down I will be back; and there are an infinite of daemons ready to carry on the fight will I regain power! Choas is all consuming and never ending; that is why it is us that will win!" The daemon roared with it's unatural voice, reading Voke's mind once more.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 09/12/2003 20:34:32
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'You make speak some truth daemon,' Van Helser announced, writing shock over the faces of everyone present, 'but at least we will be rid of your tiresome riddles and inexcusable form.' The confused and maddened faces of those around him subsided.
Multhaa stomped forward, the barrage of psychic energy intensefying, Voke had to work hard to avoid the warp energies overcoming him, despite his great psychic powers. Voke knew that he only needed one thrust with his blade to destroy the daemon, so he resisted with all his might as the daemon closed on him, its claws swinging in murderous arcs. The daemon leapt at him, unleashing an almighty psychic blast as it did so, driving Voke to his knees. With fortitude beyond measure, Voke raised the point of Nul'Ra skyward. The daemon fell through the air, realising its doom too late, and impaled itself on the raised halberd. Nul'Ra unleashed its centuries long pent up fury in an instant of daemonic jealousy given form, obliterating Multhaa entirely. The daemon would not return now.
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 09/12/2003 21:16:33
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Voke dropped to the floor. The last barrage had nearly killed him. His skin had ruptured in several places. The daemons talons lashed out and Voke's daemon blade lept right and left glacing off all the attacks. Voke pulled Nul'Ra back against it's will, opening his guard. The daemon lunged forward. It's talons lashing out ripping off great chunks of Voke's flesh; a large section of the flesh on his face simply fell away. It was possible to see some of Voke's jaw and most of his cheek bone. The daemons second hand sliced a large chunck of Voke's leg away from him. Voke dropped, his right leg useless. The electricity archered along Voke, he thought he saw it creeping slowly up his leg towards him. The pain was intence. Sensing his weakness the daemon unleashed another barrage rapping Voke in deadly, painfully warp energyl; arching purple, almost enchanting to look at, such beautiful randomness. The pain was nearly unbearable; only several centuries of working on resisting pain and knowing the daemon had to be stopped kept Voke from slipping into unconciosness. The daemon kept coming, deciding to finish Voke with his hands. Voke waited, not attacking early.
"Alright Nul'Ra this is were you prove your worth." Voke wispered to his blade.
The deamon lept, knowing Voke's fate was sealed, and with it so was this planets.
"It was nice to have a challenage Voke, shame you weren't on my side, it would have been great to be allies. Oh well." The unatural voice fell apon deaf ears, Voke was toatly concentrated.
Voke raised Nul'Ra and pointed it towards the lunging deamons chest. The daemon realised it's mistake too late. The blade penertrated deep. Nul'Ra unleashed centuries of hatred and chanelled and aided by Voke's pain, anger and powers it created more power than Voke thought he would ever weild. he unleashed it into the daemon still embodied on his blade. It was destroyed out right. Voke dropped his blade. It was blistering his skin, it was so hot. Voke fell beside his smoking blade, unconcious. Ela and Eswt running to his side was the last thing he remebered before the darkness claimed him.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
Replied on: 09/12/2003 02:36:57
Message:
(OOC: And I thought I was RPing here. I guess not, seeming as everyone's ignoring me. Oh, well. Have fun y'all.)
"In Hell demons pour Coca-Cola on the parched lips of the damned."
Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 09/12/2003 08:43:24
Message:
OOC: Well...I didn't know about Multhaa at all...oh well...
'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus
'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker
'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon
Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 09/12/2003 10:38:44
Message:
The daemon just wouldn't die. The woman's enormous power claw had been embedded in its chest for nearly thirty seconds, but the daemon would just not relent to the wound. It finally stopped burning after its dousing in promethium from Van Helser's hand flamer and turned it's full attention the female Inquisitor. With a sweep of its bestial claws it cast her to the ground. Free from the murderous grip of the power claw it faced Van Helser. 'THANK YOU FOR RELEASING ME FROM THE FOUL HUMAN FLESH,' it boomed, 'YOU CAN SIT AT MY SIDE AS A REWARD IF YOU WISH,' Van Helser looked it deep in the eye.
'I still don't feel ready to sell my soul to the darkness!' he yelled in reply, before advancing with Crian'laar. A voice suddenly rang out:
'Beware! Karakus Ray is possessed by a daemon...' Thorn's voice trailed off as he saw the terrible form of Multhaa standing against a backdrop of flames from the burning fuel.
Voke stepped forward. 'Come feel the touch of my blade, hell-spawn.' Multhaa grunted in reply and set off towards the venerable Inquisitor, backhanding Van Helser away as he charged.
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 09/12/2003 19:54:47
Message:
Voke remebered why he had chosen to slave Nul'Ra to his blade once more. A powerful SLANEESH daemon prince; because it was Slaneesh ment that it was VERY jelous of other daemons. Nul'Ra was trying with all it's might to banish this thing without Voke trying to coax it. Voke ordered Ela and Eswt to stand back. Ela's bolt pistols could do nothing and Eswt's power sword would have little effect. Ela passed her bleessed blades to Eswt as she was best with throwing knives. Eswt now had 6 blades at her disposal (Thorn had given her his as well). As Voke charged the daemon Eswt let loose. All 6 blades went into the daemon, all were destroyed on contact, all hurt the daemon and forced it to spend abit more of it's power on keeping caporeal form. Voke's already taxed mind was fighting at full power to stop the daemon casting any spells. The huge task seemed to increase Voke's powers beyond anything he had acheived before; impressive, but now was not the time. Although it would take time Voke might be able to wear down the daemon enough to be able to start chanting thr rites of banishment. if that happened the daemon would have to split it's concentration and that would probably be the end of it. The daemon knew this. It used all it's psycic strength to force Voke's voice box shut. The daemon was no longer playing. It knew that do so against one as well equiped and prepared as Voke would be to risk alot. This fact pleased Voke; even the daemon respected him.
"I do not unleash everything on you because I'm scared of you!!! i do it because I'm getting borred and because it would be very hard to have much fun with you!" The daemon blasted out instantly. It's voice was of the warp. Both low and high pitched in the same moment. It was so....wrong; even it's voice was wrong with the laws of pysics!
The daemon charged. It's hands and formed long talons instantly. The talon crackled with some form of electricity. just before it got within reach it disapeared and reappeared several metres behind Voke. Pure warp erupted from it's talons towards Voke's back. Voke span. Using a combination of psycic powers and Nul'Ra Voke halted the warp assault. Voke could feel that Nul'Ra was insulted that he hadn't let it take all of the assault. Voke didn't care; there would be many more assaults for Nul'Ra to take, a fair share even for the Slaneesh daemon.
Thorn rushed over to Stryde to help her. Van Helser stood back up. Ela and Eswt were with Thorn and Stryde. All looked on as Voke prepared for the real battle to start. He took heart from Stryde, Thorn and even Van Helser looking on. Them and all of their companions; including his own, Ela and Eswt; would be more than willing to launch themselves at the daemon should it strike down Voke. All just men and women, just humans; willing to give their lives for the Emperor and mandkind. That is why mankind would eventually best choas; because just normal humans were willing to take on fully manefested daemons; and they would; and they would win.
"So there are aload of you willing to fight me, and my kind; big deal!!! It just means it will take a long time to kill you all. There is nothing special. Mankind will not win for certain; it CANNOT WIN!!! If one of you gets lucky and strikes me down I will be back; and there are an infinite of daemons ready to carry on the fight will I regain power! Choas is all consuming and never ending; that is why it is us that will win!" The daemon roared with it's unatural voice, reading Voke's mind once more.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 09/12/2003 20:34:32
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'You make speak some truth daemon,' Van Helser announced, writing shock over the faces of everyone present, 'but at least we will be rid of your tiresome riddles and inexcusable form.' The confused and maddened faces of those around him subsided.
Multhaa stomped forward, the barrage of psychic energy intensefying, Voke had to work hard to avoid the warp energies overcoming him, despite his great psychic powers. Voke knew that he only needed one thrust with his blade to destroy the daemon, so he resisted with all his might as the daemon closed on him, its claws swinging in murderous arcs. The daemon leapt at him, unleashing an almighty psychic blast as it did so, driving Voke to his knees. With fortitude beyond measure, Voke raised the point of Nul'Ra skyward. The daemon fell through the air, realising its doom too late, and impaled itself on the raised halberd. Nul'Ra unleashed its centuries long pent up fury in an instant of daemonic jealousy given form, obliterating Multhaa entirely. The daemon would not return now.
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 09/12/2003 21:16:33
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Voke dropped to the floor. The last barrage had nearly killed him. His skin had ruptured in several places. The daemons talons lashed out and Voke's daemon blade lept right and left glacing off all the attacks. Voke pulled Nul'Ra back against it's will, opening his guard. The daemon lunged forward. It's talons lashing out ripping off great chunks of Voke's flesh; a large section of the flesh on his face simply fell away. It was possible to see some of Voke's jaw and most of his cheek bone. The daemons second hand sliced a large chunck of Voke's leg away from him. Voke dropped, his right leg useless. The electricity archered along Voke, he thought he saw it creeping slowly up his leg towards him. The pain was intence. Sensing his weakness the daemon unleashed another barrage rapping Voke in deadly, painfully warp energyl; arching purple, almost enchanting to look at, such beautiful randomness. The pain was nearly unbearable; only several centuries of working on resisting pain and knowing the daemon had to be stopped kept Voke from slipping into unconciosness. The daemon kept coming, deciding to finish Voke with his hands. Voke waited, not attacking early.
"Alright Nul'Ra this is were you prove your worth." Voke wispered to his blade.
The deamon lept, knowing Voke's fate was sealed, and with it so was this planets.
"It was nice to have a challenage Voke, shame you weren't on my side, it would have been great to be allies. Oh well." The unatural voice fell apon deaf ears, Voke was toatly concentrated.
Voke raised Nul'Ra and pointed it towards the lunging deamons chest. The daemon realised it's mistake too late. The blade penertrated deep. Nul'Ra unleashed centuries of hatred and chanelled and aided by Voke's pain, anger and powers it created more power than Voke thought he would ever weild. he unleashed it into the daemon still embodied on his blade. It was destroyed out right. Voke dropped his blade. It was blistering his skin, it was so hot. Voke fell beside his smoking blade, unconcious. Ela and Eswt running to his side was the last thing he remebered before the darkness claimed him.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity