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Post by VanHelser on Jun 10, 2005 9:16:34 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 02/11/2004 12:50:51 Message:
‘If you did not betray Mikael, what do you call thisss, ay Dauphan? We are hiss prize possssesssionsss,’ Voor’acht cackled, ‘if you are ssstupid enough to try and banisssh usss, then you mossst certainly are a traitor…’
‘Ssscared, are you Voor’acht? Ssscared that I can do thisss? Ssscared that you will be cassst back into the immaterium for the next millennium?’ Voke looked up into the daemonhost’s jet black eyes. ‘You’re sscared of me, aren’t you, little daemon?’
Voor’acht lunged at Voke in anger, but bounced off an invisible wall of force, much to the daemonhost’s surprise. Voke smiled.
‘I have much more power than you realissse, Voor’acht, more than enough to dispose of both of you, with time.’
Voor’acht seethed.
‘Oh, I know little man, I know what’sss inssside you, and you should know that it doessn’t ssscare me. You can’t bessst me!’
‘We sssshall ssssee.’
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Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 02/11/2004 19:39:35 Message:
Voke was enjoying this, alot.
"Well you're very foolish then Voor'acht aren't you. Not sssscared by what'ssss inssside me. If you really do know then you really should be ssscared. Thosssse people who gifted me with whatssss inssside me are thosssse who know alot about daemonsssss, and know alot about banishing them. Now thisssss talk isssss alot of fun, but could we do it while I'm punishing you and showing you what I've become?"
Voke thought he saw a glimer of fear in Voor'acht, true fear that Voke was right and that he would be banished and no longer be able to influence Voor'acht. Just a tiny glimer.
Voke did the same thing as he had done in their last confrontation. Last time it had been a desperate ploy to allow he to get some breathing room and save his life; now expanded tenfold it was his first assault at the daemons. He would be interested to see how they reacted to this.....taster.
A huge flamming eagle of the imperiulm appeared infront of Voor'acht. It swooped towards Ranchak and both heads started to bight and tear at the daemonhosts face. At the same time Voke forced the image into Voor'achts skull, projecting another eagle into his eyes and another into his mind. Voke grazed the daemons mind and what lay within, he recoiled quickly, the centers of warmth twitched with disgust.
As Voor'acht raised his eyes up and glared at Voke he could see the two eagle burning just infront of each of the daemonhosts eyes, not letting him look away. The thin smile showed itself again and an air of arrogance hung around Voke like a cape.
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/11/2004 11:54:29 Message:
Ranchak snarled and began swiping at the burning aquila as its ethereal beaks began to bite into his host’s flesh. His claws passed through the emblem as he swung them, achieving little more than burning the flesh of his hands. He roared in anger at his futility.
As powerful as Voor’acht was, the multiple assaults by the images were something that the daemon could not just brush off casually. The symbols of Imperial piety were an anathema to Voor’acht, and they repelled him. The warding in the chamber was enough to prevent Voor'acht escaping, or using powers on those outside, but within the chamber's walls was a psychic battleground. It channelled its anger at Voke into a bubble of force and smashed the energy into the flaming eagles. They dissipated from his vision and his mind. Voor’acht lashed out again, and Ranchak was freed from the torment too.
‘I ssseee you’re learning Voke, getting very clever indeed, but it isss going to take a lot more than that pitiful disssplay to do away with me.’ Voor’acht hid its distress well. ‘What’ss next little man? Another round of oh ssso dull fireworkssss?’
‘No, I have ssssomething much more painful in mind.’ Voke turned towards Ranchak, his voice flowing hideously into the bestial growling of the Khornate prince’s host, ‘and you are the first to feel the touch of Nul’ra.’
Voke produced the blade from its scabbard on his back, the blade’s dull purple sheen shifting slowly upon the surface.
‘Daemons of Slaanesh are known for their disdain of Khornate whelps like you, and Nul’ra has an incredible hatred of all other daemons in general. I can’t wait to see what he does to you.’
Ranchak got up from the floor, his metal restraints straining noisily as he tried to stand to his full height.
‘Just try to get your cowardly flesh-god scum near me.’ Ranchak flexed his talons and cracked his neck noisily.
‘With pleasure,’ Voke answered in his own tones.
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Post by VanHelser on Jun 10, 2005 9:16:55 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 07/11/2004 19:27:58 Message:
With a quick twist Voke opened up the resivour of the warp and the power availible to him. He channeled that energy into his muscles and his body. Muscles grew and became more efficient, reb blood cells multiplied, his lungs became more efficient as did his respiration system; nerve connections strengthend and messages between nerve bundles happened instantly. Temporarily ,atleast, Voke was a superhuman, beyond the abilities of even the Astrates themselves; temporarily he would be able to beat the daemons in a pysical contest.
Voor'acht saw this inner glow and change in Voke, and lept to the defence of Ranchak. Voke held his hand out to his side, not looking at Voor'acht. His thump pointed downwards, palm towards Voor'acht and his fingers in the direction he was facing, 90 degrees from Voor'acht. Turning his hand downward around his thumb until his palm faced his body. Voor'acht suddenly hit a psychic barrier and bounced backward several yards. Voke then opened his hand outward 90 degrees so his fingures were pointing at Voor'acht. A huge psychic hammer blow hit Voor'acht and sent him flying backward, temporarily stunned. Voke left him to gather hiw wits and his power and focused on Ranchak.
Voke charged at Ranchak, using everything he had ever learned about fighting, everything Eswt had ever taught him, even if he had been unable to do it at the time. He remebered everything he had seen Eswt do and tried to imitate it. Twisting and flowing, darting in and out with speed, strength and determination which would even Eswt would have respected even if it did lack the same finesse and deadly skill she possessed.
Voke rained lightning blows apon Ranchak. Nul'Ra's dull purple shine had become a deep, rich purple glow; which reflected on Voke's face and seemed to change it. Ranchak desperatly dodged and blocked with his talons, he couldn't let Nul'Ra get a single blow to his body, if he did then Nul'Ra would be able to do as it wished to him; they all knew it.
Voke planed his killing move, he went through three more assaults to get Ranchak in exactly the right possition. Voke sent Nul'Ra screaming in at Ranchak's head, point down, slightly from the right. With a twist of the wrists and Nul'Ra was comming through at neck height, pointed away from Voke and the slight curved edge towards Ranchak, blade flat. Using his left foot to kick off Ranchak's chest Voke placed his left hand on the floor; pivoting around his hand Voke flipped backward and lept up onto the wall behind him. Voke hung there for a second as forces played out and bled away. Kicking off the wall Voke charged at Ranchak who was still reading himself from the block he had prepared to his left. Voke had at some point in the flip changed Nul'Ra to his left hand some how. Nul'Ra was pointed at Ranchak's chest. Just one metre away Voke brought Nul'Ra above his head, as if he intended to slit Ranchak in half. Ranchak yet again just made the block. But all he got was Voke's left wrist, which he quickly broke with a dull, wet snap. Voke had used his abilities to bend reality and had caused Nul'Ra to leap to his right hand, none of the energy put into the blow lost. As Ranchak grabbed Voke's left wrist and broke it Nul'Ra lunged in through his gut, up through his rib cage and pierced his host's heart. The whole attack had taken just two seconds to play out.
Nul'Ra's rich purple glow changed a bright pink-purple glare as it had it's way with Ranchak. The daemon price contained within Voke's sword knew of many ways to break and hurt another daemon, and unleashed all of it's knowledge in a practical way apon Ranchak. Ranchak suffered pain he had never through another daemon could exact apon him. For an instant his enitre thought and being was full of nothing but pain; and with no death or blood to go with it. As Nul'Ra finished with Ranchak's tortured mind and cast it from the host, banishing it, Ranchak looked cleanly into Voke's eyes......and smiled.
In a clear moment of insight Voke realised what he had done. Ranchak had another host; on the planet with Mikael. Ranchak had wanted Voke to banish him from this host so his full essence was on the planet with Mikael; and Voke had oblidged. Again Voke had hindered and hurt Mikael; and this time it might be to the effect of turning him into a choas pawn and a powerful weapon to be used against the imperiulm. Ranchak could see it in Voke; so could Voor'acht. As Ranchak's host body collapsed, empty Voke turned to Voor'acht. Voor'acht had used the time Voke had focused on Ranchak well; he had drawn apon all the power he could, and dredged up every last piece of informtion on every spell he knew. This would truely be a clash of the titans. Voke looked forward to stretching his abilities.
"Oh dear Dauphan, looked what you've gone and done now. What a messssss you've gotten poor old Mikael into now."
"Well I guesssss I'll jussst have to make ammendssss with you then." Voke had gone back to imitating Voor'acht's voice.
"Let'ssss keep it sssimple Voor'acht. Jusssst psychic abilitiesssss; jusssst between ussss two. Maybe you can provide me with sssome sssort of challenge, tesssst me sssslightly more then everyone elssse around here.
"Ssssso sssure Dauphan. I look forward to seeing the look on your face when realise you were wrong in your confidence."
"Just try choas filth." Voke used his own voice, a quite wisper of a challenge; in many ways more fiercome and daunting then a loud gutteral roar.
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 08/11/2004 14:51:43 Message:
Voor’acht unleashed a spike of force into Voke’s mind. The Inquisitor dissipated it quite simply.
‘Have to try harder than that Voor’acht…’
‘Jusst checking to sssee that you weren’t off-guard, little man. Do you have something you’d like to ssshare with me? Hmmm?’ The daemonhost floated off the ground again, blue fire suddenly erupting around its hands. ‘Would you like a tassste?’
Voor’acht hurled the ethereal flames at Voke, who instinctively raised a hand, blocking the attack with a wall of force.
‘Sssssweet,’ Voke smiled wryly, ‘tassstesss very ssweet daemonssscum.’
Voke built up a buzzing, nauseating bubble of psychic energy in his head. He enforced his will on to it and bent it into a devastating beam. The attack went straight for Voor’acht’s bindings.
Voor’acht casually brought both hands in front of him, and did something so simple it verged on the purely ridiculous. He caught the beam.
‘Not ssso fassst Voke. I thought you wanted to play?’
‘Believe me daemon, I do,’ Voke answered, as he again built up a reservoir of power.
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 10/11/2004 13:01:38 Message:
Good news Mikael: I'm here in full now. That fool Dauphan destroyed my host in the chamber. Played right into my hands.
Van Helser's eyes widened and he turned away from Jaekomus. The mutant smiled at him, the trickle of blood at the corner of its mouth had turned into a flowing red mess.
He betrayed you. Right now he’s trying to destroy Voor’acht too, though I think that will prove to me much harder than that scum expects. Voor’acht will not go willingly as I did.
Van Helser could see the muscle mass of the mutant changing before his eyes as Ranchak’s full, undiluted essence filled the host. The chest swelled as the pectorals increased in mass, biceps bulged on its arms, fingernails became long, jagged talons and the teeth became horribly dagger-like. The mutants in the chamber were in an audible panic; some crying out in shock, some in awe. Even Ashwyn had taken a few steps backwards.
Ranchak’s new body leaned over Jaekomus. ‘Surely you recognise me now,’ the mutant growled in Ranchak’s low guttural tone.
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Post by VanHelser on Jun 10, 2005 9:17:13 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 13/11/2004 12:50:43 Message:
Finally Voke to flex his psycic muscels, test his new abilities, guided by what was in him, to their limits. Voor'acht would be a good challange. Hands moving faster than the eye could see Voke made gestures and started his work. His hands swept out as if casting runes and with a sudden clarity Voke saw the strands of fate and time so much clearer; he saw with crystal clarity the millions of strands of time thread together and merge into the moment and fact, then into the past. He could only really see just a few seconds ahead; but he would be able to see Voor'acht strikes comming and dodge them as if fortune was on his side. He would also be able to guide out his own strikes with laser guided precision.
Voke then swept his hands once more, as if casting more runes and began his assault. Voke launched a barrage of attacks against Voor'acht in just a couple of seconds. A lancing strike at Voor'achts mind, a direct assault; Voke managed to dent the things mental defences. Then a telekinetic assault ment to crush Voor'acht against the floor. Followed by setting Voor'acht's host body alight. Then with one last quickly swirling motion of his hand Voke conjured a small storm around Voor'acht; a swirling of air, stinging rain, and lighting strikes against Voor'acht. Not only did the storm lash out physically Voke had filled it with some of his psychic strength so it lashed out at Voor'acht's mind. The storm was contined to within 30cm of Voor'achts hosts skin. A very tightly controlled storm. But unlike Voke had ever come acroos himself on the occassions he had faught Choas sourcerors. It lacked the opression and filth of choas.
Voor'acht reacted the only way he knew how. With a strong set of blows he managed to cause a slight bruising to Voke's wrist. As Voke prepared to set about looking inwards and reversing the damage he saw the strands of fate comming together, and saw the daemons plan. He wanted Voke to look inward, and would then launch an unuasual blow; not a diriect attack at Voke's mind but one that would have locked him looking inwards. His first casting had saved him, and he spoiled the daemons assault. Voke easily deflected that blow. He then set about correct the hole in his defences he had never seen; and then finally healed the simple wound.
By this time Voor'acht had recovered from Voke's set of blows. The wall themselves seemed to be sweating with the psychic exercions. They stood apart and another short standoff followed. Voke could see in Voor'acht's eyes; the daemon finally realised that it was fighting for it's excistance for Voke could defeat him unless he gave anything other than his full attention to this servant of the Emperor. How had he become so strong? Those things in him shouldn't have made this much of a difference. Then the answer lept into Voor'acht's mind. Voke had known he would challenge Voor'acht; he had prepared himself. He wasn't quite thingyy enough to have thought he could defeat a daemon prince as a "on the spur of the moment" action.
Voke smiled at Voor'acht. His right hand out wide, palm facing Voor'acht; the gesture one would make if offering to dance with someone.
"Shall we go again daemon?"
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 13/11/2004 15:59:04 Message:
Voor’acht knew that it was very much on the back foot. It had always known Voke to be a powerful psyker, but the display that Dauphan was unleashing was above and beyond anything Voor’acht had expected a mortal to be capable of. It was quite, quite shocking that Voke was able to channel such immense energies with seemingly no risk of possession. Something was aiding Voke. And Voor’acht knew what they were.
‘Go again? I’m sssurprissed that you even ssstopped. Do you need to ressst?’ Voor’acht bared its teeth in a devious smile.
The twin powers in Voke’s chest were an almighty asset to the man, and the one and only reason that Voor’acht was having difficulty defeating him. They needed to be taken out of the equation. And that would not be easy.
Voor’acht began a barrage of horrific screaming that echoed around the chamber. Innumerable voices cried out in the pain that they had suffered at Voor’acht’s hands over the millenia. The wails of agony bit deep into Voke’s consciousness, despairing cries tearing at him. Amongst the morass of human voices, there were others. The victims from different races wailed too. Psychic signatures flitted around the chamber.
Voke felt something change in the centres of warmth.
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Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 13/11/2004 17:54:53 Message:
Voke dropped to his knees. He felt a cold chill, the chill of facing eternity in damnation with the soul as a little snack for She who alwyas thirsts. The chill ebbed out, in waves from his heart and his head; right from the centres of warmth. Voke could feel himself going numb with fear and the very likely hood of that fear becoming a reality. Atleast Voor'acht had confirmed Voke's belief of what those centers of warmth were. But that chill, facing eons in a half death, waiting on the hope of re-birth and the avoiding of extinction as a race had stunned Voke; Voor'acht lept at this oppertunity. His first blow drove deep into Voke's mind and added to his fears, ripping his defences even wider. Voor'acht then stabbed out with a searing lance of agony straight into Voke's heart. This direct assault spurred Voke, and the centers of warmth into action.
With a quick summonm through the micro-bead in his ear Voke ordered his servitors and astro-paths to enter. Voke did not have the time to weaken Voor'acht, the daemon needed to be banished and banished now; Voke couldn't risk it with this servant of Slaneesh. Voke would have to keep Voor'acht occupied while the servants carried out their task and fufilled the proper banishment rituals. But time was of the essence and Voke was spured onwards by the centers; but something else was odd, it was almost as if Voor'acht had awoken them to some other truth as well, but for the moment that was pushed aside. Voke launched into a furrious counter attack, dispelling Voor'achts assaults into his mind. Rushing in and locking the void shield behind Voke's ordelies enter the chamaber and quickly began the rituals as fast as their limbs would allow.
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 15/11/2004 14:42:10 Message:
Your little petss won’t help you coward,’ Voor’acht sneered. The daemonhost clicked its fingers and one of the astropaths spontaneously combusted, burning away to ashes in seconds. The others stepped back in shock.
‘Ignore it!’ Voke’s psychically augmented voice boomed. ‘Concentrate on the ritual!’
Voke brought up a mighty wall of force, stronger than anything he had ever created before. The bubble enclosed he and the aids, shutting them off from Voor’acht’s evil caress. Sweat glistened on Voke’s brow as he struggled to keep the barrier in existence.
‘I will not fall victim to a traitorousss coward like you Dauphan!’ Voor’acht screamed. ‘Your mind belongsss to me!’
The horrific screaming began again, louder this time, if that was at all possible. The nightmare din grew and grew in volume and intensity, and the astropaths within the bubble dropped to the ground, their hands clamped down on their ears, their own screams of despair adding to the vortex of wails.
‘No!’ Voke shouted, ‘get up!’ He bit his lip and concentrated his fullest. Blood pooled in his mouth and ran from his nose and ears. The pain inside his head was volcanic.
‘Finish the ritual, finish it!’
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Post by VanHelser on Jun 10, 2005 9:17:36 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 15/11/2004 16:20:50 Message:
Voke felt as if his head was ready to explode. The pressure....the building pressure..... Voke couldn't just let Voor'acht batter away at his defence continually; Voke wouldn't be able to hold it. He would fail! The thought resonated within Voke; failing. He was not invincible. He would have to go back, remeber what it was like before he became seemingly all powerful. A new approach perhaps.
Voke ignored what he'd said earlier. In the blink of an eye Voke drew his needle pisol and emptied the entire clip into Voor'acht's host's face. It would barely do anything to Voor'acht, and was highly unlikely to damage his host much. Voke did feel a slight easing in the pressure though. Voke followed up by throwing Nul'Ra at Voor'acht in a spinning arc. Voke doubted that even if it landed a solid blow on Voor'acht that Nul'Ra would be able to banish it. Although they were both daemon princes and in theory similar in power it was not as balanced as that. Nul'Ra now specilised in fighting against other daemons and in it's 400 odd years at Voke's side had gotten failry efficient at it; but Voor'acht was nowhere near as bound as Nul'Ra was, having alot more freedom as a daemonhost. Also Nul'Ra would be more worn by banishing Ranchak from his host than Voor'acht was likely to be from his clashes with Voke. But if Nul'Ra did connect to Voor'acht it would still be able to do alot of damage.
Voor'acht had to focus entirly on the spinning blade to avoid it. Voke felt the pressure slaken and then disapear. The astropaths and savants felt it and quickened their pace even more. Now Voke just had to keep Voor'acht occupied, totally; but don't just form a solid bubble.
Voke again launched an assault on Voor'acht. The best way to keep the daemon occupied was putting it in the situation it had put him in; force it to focus on defence and dueling with Voke so much that it couldn't spend time on the savants.
As Voke started his struggle against Voor'acht once more he made a vow to himself. He looked around, the creation of a loyal servant of the emperor was doing it's best to destroy faithfull subjects of the Emperor and twisting it's original creator at the same time, still a loyal subject of the Emperor. Never again. Voke finally saw the same as the center of warmth did. Finally their last thrashing against him ebbed as he accepted their viewpoint. Daemons were too dangerous, and could never be used. Nul'Ra may have only been useful to him but it was only a case of time, and eventuality of a chance. If Voke survived this he would cast away the daemon; he had finally seen what daemons could do and didn't like it.
The acceptence of the things the centers of warmth had always been telling him caused them to just have a slightly greater effect, allowed him to utalise them slightly better. He could do this.
Psychic blasts filled the chamber; flying around the heads of the savants as they hurried to finish the ritual. Voor'acht was getting desperate, he saw Voke's new plan, he saw that the ritual would be completed; how to avoid it? He had to break Voke's concentration, not this fast!
The walls were dripping the sweat, blood rushed freely from Voke's face, concentration furrowed his leathery brow. It was working, it would work. He just had to keep Voor'acht occupied; he just hoped he would be able to avoid the daemons one last trick, Voke knew it would come. He had felt it, seen glances of it as a thread of the future; and the thread was solid; unusual, it was fact before it happened, what it was and the outcome were totally hidden to Voke. He could see that strand of fate, that blip in time approaching; all other fates and possibilites fading into it. It would happen soon.
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 27/12/2004 23:47:04 Message:
Watching and waiting.
For seven thousand years, give or take, Voor’acht had been playing the waiting game; watching events unfold around him, and taking what action it could to affect things in the greater plan. Things had not always proceeded as Voor’acht would have liked – Inquisitor Avgua Siav Leo Gabaerev had been more than a threat than it had realised. The Grey Knights that Gabaerev had summoned had put its plans on hold for a millennium and a day, curse them, and Mikael’s intervention had made this last century into something of an annoyance. But it had been able to trick the fool; convinced him of a prophecy that had brought Ranchak back into its fold. Things were very much back on track, and the galaxy as a whole would soon learn to fear the legions of Voor’acht. Things had become most interesting in the depths of the immaterium, and a time of upheaval was coming that Voor’acht would not allow itself to miss.
Through its link to the warp, Ranchak and its “master,” Voor’acht had been watching events unfold below on the planet. Ranchak’s influence had not been enough to turn Mikael entirely to Chaos as Voor’acht had wished, that little bastard Quirrick had ruined things at the vital moment, but this was only one of Voor’acht’s plans that were currently in motion. There were other ways to get revenge on Mikael, other ways that would now have to come into action. Voke had already proved himself to be much use in freeing Ranchak from his bondage, and now it was time for Voor’acht to allow the foolish Inquisitor to set it free.
‘I want you to know Voke,’ Voor’acht spoke calmly to the Inquisitor, ‘I want you to know everything.’
‘Know what?’ Voke asked, still battling to protect the astropaths and priests.
‘The prophecy that Mikael wasss following wasss all a lie. I created it for my own doing, tricked Mikael into bringing Ranchak back to the mortal coil, tricked him to ssseek out thisss place, tricked him to ssseek out Jaekomusss.’
‘Why, why did you want him to meet Jaekomus?’ Voke asked, realising that if he kept the daemonhost talking, then the vile creation would spell its own downfall.
Voor’acht smiled. ‘Revenge. Right now Mikael iss at the moment of enlightenment, about to find out how to sssucceed in creating hisss visssion for mankind’sss leader. What better time to dessstroy him?’
‘That’s all very well Voor’acht, but you are currently contained within this chamber.’ Now Voke had reason to smile.
‘Ah, don’t think my little plan doessn’t involve you Dauphan. You in fact are quite central to it. Without you, Mikael would never have got here. Without you, Mikael would not have felt betrayal, not been enraged, and not gone on hiss little rampage. He almost fell to Khorne, you know, but not quite. You sssee Voke, everything Mikael hass done sssince he met you, and for ssome time before hasss been becaussse of me.’
‘Are you quite finished gloating Voor’acht?’
‘Oh, not quite. You sssee, your actionss recently have been down to me too. Ranchak’ss hosst liesss broken and his essence free because of you. I irritated you sssso that you would grow enraged and attack uss. You obliterated Ranchak’sss body, and thanksss to you, I am now free too.’
‘What do you mean?’ Voke asked, a feeling of horror growing in his mind.
‘We will meet again Dauphan, I promisse you that.’
The daemonhost enforced all its will on Voke, leaving Nul’Ra free to finally finish its arc through the air. As a final action, it winked at Voke, before the daemon blade sliced through its neck.
Voke screamed out in anguish, his cries echoing throughout the Stellar Web .
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In the warp finally free from bondage, Voor’acht laughed. No longer would it experience the mortal world through the cold flesh of a human host. It would be its own fingers that would touch, its own eyes that would see, and its own tongue that would taste blood.
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Mikael stood before Jaekomus, desperate to hear what he could tell him about the vortex of energy swirling in the warp around him.
Ah, the time has come.
Van Helser didn’t even have time to turn and ask Ranchak what he meant before a pulsing red-hot shiver burned its way through his mind. He cried out silently, grasped the sides of his head and collapsed to the floor.
Always wondered what it felt like in here.
Voor’acht’s voice bit through Van Helser’s head.
The Ranchak-mutant looked on as Mikael’s form doubled back on itself on the floor, and then disappeared in a searing flash of white light. Ranchak roared with pleasure. It stalked towards Jaekomus.
‘I will never forget your thirst, Jaekomus, you’ll see me again.’
The body of the mutant slumped to the floor. Ranchak followed his true master through the warp.
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Post by VanHelser on Jun 10, 2005 9:17:53 GMT -5
Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 31/12/2004 17:14:18 Message:
Voor'acht's host body collapsed. A flash of eiry green light errupted from within the empty husk and it lay smoking on the deck; thin whisps of blue smoke seeping from the empty host. Voke had banished many deamons in his centuries of service, and he knew instantly that Voor'acht was not banished for a millenium and a day. The servants had finished the ritual banishment. Voke could see that they knew something was slightly wrong as well; their motions were jeerky and hands quivered with adrenalin as they collected their equipment and left.
Voke knew Voor'acht had achieved whatever he had planned and now he had to realise the extent of the damage caused by letting himself be manipulated for the first time in his life. But this was the first time Voke had ever really faced a daemon prince not of Khorne. All the other daemons princes it seemed where alot more cunning, or atleast Voor'acht was, and Voke had been manipulated.
Voke knelt down, calming his body and entered a state of meditation. With relative safety Voke set about scrying the warp to find answers to the question of what had happened.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 07/01/2005 14:53:38 Message:
Alexei Quirrick sat tired and lonely in a chair on the observation deck on board the Stellar Web. An hour earlier Voke had emerged from the chamber where the daemonhosts had been held, with sorrow written across his features. Voor’acht and Ranchak had escaped, and Mikael was gone. Meditation had revealed to Voke that Van Helser’s psychic signature had faded and had been displaced. Voor’acht’s unholy essence had gone with it. The daemon had kidnapped Mikael, and dragged him off into the warp.
Hope still lingered somewhere deep inside Alexei, hope that Mikael was alive elsewhere, fighting against the daemon. On the train Mikael had realised the truth that the daemons were not his to command, the daemons had been controlling him. He would not allow them to take him without a fight. Mikael was proud at heart, fierce, and would never allow himself to be wronged without taking revenge.
But it was only a small hope. Quirrick knew that he would have to come to terms with losing his friend forever. Right now he wanted nothing more to get away from the Inquisition, daemons, the nightmares he had born witness to for the past twenty years, and the memories of the atrocities he had played a part in. Perhaps he would return to bounty hunting, but what he really wanted to do was visit his family, his sister especially. They had been apart too long. At the next opportunity he would leave Voke behind. It wouldn’t be too hard a parting.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Rid yourself of the aquila too Mikael; we both know you don't believe in what it represents anymore.' - Ranchak to Van Helser on Messalon IV
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Reply author: Inquistitor Voke Replied on: 07/01/2005 17:48:50 Message:
Voke strode onto the bridge, his face creased with pain, his brow glistened with sweat from his exercions, his new thickening black hair clung to his skull. Voke's shirt clung his back. Voke realised he had the smell of sweat, blood and death apon him. The captain of the Stellar Web turned to Voke.
"Sir?"
Voke's voice was strained with the horrors of realisation at what he had done. The crew heard Voke's voice tremmer and croak for the first time, lacking it's normal booming command and steel resolve.
"Call Ela, Eswt and Navalis....they are to hand the rest of the invasion operation to the highest ranking Guardsman they can find and return to the Stellar Web, A.S.A.P. We.....we're leaving the system, we're...we're leaving the guard and trusting them to finish the task. As soon as they are onboard we leave. We have a long journey ahead of us. I will send you our route soon when I have planned all of our places of stop."
"Sir....are you sure? Surely we should wait-"
"We will not wait! We leave as soon as you can manage! We have a hard quest ahead of us and all haste is needed! Follow me orders, NOW!" Voke snapped back at the captain. Voke rarely shouted at his men, it failed to motivate people and Voke had found it a poor command technique. But Voke was tired and exhausted and had no time to waste on the man.
"You heard him!" The captain turned to rest of the bridge crew. "Come on! Move it! I want contact with Navalis and the rest within two minutes! Turn the ship around and...."
Voke limped wearily from the bridge towards his personal quaters, the events of the day, and his guilt lay heavy on his shoulders. A fire burned in him to follow after Van Helser, to find him, to save him, to defeat Voor'acht and get revenge; to correct the mistakes he had made. But at the same instant the guilt that this was all his fault smothered that fire and ate viciously at the core of his being.
A long journey lay infront of him. He still had Nul'Ra and Mikael's former blade. Two daemons on his ship. He would no longer carry a daemonsword at his side. Voke's first stop of call would with the aim of aquiring new weaponry. The armoury onboard his ship was vast, and nearly all fine high quality weapons but Voke required something special, above even his vast armour he had collected over the centuries.
No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity
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Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 10/01/2005 14:15:48 Message:
The Stellar Web departed the Messalon system in a burst of blue light, leaving behind a planet stricken by civil war, but took many memories with it, most of them bad. For two weeks it travelled through the warp, people on board privately re-living their final moments with a friend now lost to them.
‘We have reached the Helber system,’ Inquisitor Voke said to Quirrick as both men stood on the observation deck, looking down at a green gas giant, ‘we are stopping for supplies.’
‘Friendly place?’ Alexei asked, his usual humorous tone decidedly half hearted.
‘As friendly as we need. We are heading for the third planet. It’s cold, but widely populated.’
‘Good.’ Quirrick gazed out into space again. ‘Inquisitor,’ he began, oddly formal, ‘I’m going to leave. I need away from all of this. I need time to come to terms with all the crazy stuff that’s happened. I don’t think staying with the Inquisition will allow me to do that.’
‘I was expecting this,’ Voke replied warmly, ‘I’m not going to stand in your way, you are your own master now.’
‘Yeah.’ The reply was distant. ‘For the first time in twenty-odd years I’ll be able to do what I want to do. Mikael won’t be there to raise his eyebrows at me, at last.’ Neither man laughed at the attempted joke. ‘His was a terrible loss Alexei, but let me give you my word that I will not rest until I have destroyed Voor’acht. That daemon was responsible for Mikael’s downfall and we owe it to him to take our revenge on that bastard.’
‘You know, it’s funny, but the more I want away from this the more I think I want to pick up a gun and go after that son of a pregnant dog instead. I’ll take my rest, but I’m definitely gonna hunt down that daemon and find Mikael. It’ll probably kill me, but I can’t just pretend that it doesn’t involve me any more.’
‘I hope you do find him Alexei, and I hope you share your findings with me. I will do likewise.’
‘That sounds like a plan.’ Quirrick smiled and shook Voke’s hand firmly. ‘Guess I should go and clear out my bunk.’
‘Aye. Goodbye Alexei.’
‘Goodbye Voke.’
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