Forfoz looks at the tanks, he chuckles behind his mask "These poor beasts are befouled by weak markings... " he turns to the cultists "get rid of the markings so that they may be brought into the right hands... MINE" The cultist nods and begins to tear off the isignias. They scratch on markings of chaos over the marks they can't remove. But Forfoz walks over to a big leman russ, he seems excited. The sargeant follows curiosly. "What will you do, Forfoz?" The tech-priest just lifts his poweraxe and chuckles "I am choosing a champion, nothing else" He rams the blade into the hull of the vehicle... with a foul screatch the corruption in the axe spreads to the tanks, long tendrils of corruption and decay starting to grow on it. From the huge cannon small opening open up which starts to let toxic fumes smoke out. The precence of chaos starts to irradiate from it as large bone like pillars grow out of the tanks sides, a thick greenish fog slowly belches out. A mark of nurgle slowly appears on the front. Forfoz chuckles maddinly as he looks at his creation "THIS IS BEAUTY, the decay of the great father and the pure metal... NOTHING IS MORE PURE! This is the FINGER OF NURGLE, and the planet will TREMBLE! He starts to laugh loudly, a weird sound that sound like the combination of a broken radio and a laughing madman, it almost scares the cultists...
ooc: Hey folks working on a quick map of the battlefield for everybody once that's done i'll post it up and an update
OOC: Okay in case this doesn't load you can go here to view the map: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/163/a/f/city_map_design_by_captincorn-d7m584b.jpg I just learned if you Right Click the image and say View Image it works too
OOC: So the Manufactorum has more Baneblades than the military compound. I foresee a Forfoz as joyous as Grandfather Nurgle himself.
As the sky darkens above the hexagonal alter hoisted above the shattered remains of the Hab-Block, Yuri gazes upon the latest haul of captures. Behind a convent of Acolytes and his Sorcerers carve the hearts of sacrifices as they intone the rites in preparation for the dark ritual. From the wretches dragged in after the latest assault, Yuri choses a dozen whose soul fires burn bright enough to suit his needs, damning the rest to labor as worker slaves of the Host until their mortal lives come to an end. Dried tears mar the features of the chosen as they file upon the waiting stage, the voices of the cabal rising higher as they ascend, embittered curses and desperate prayers clinging to their lips. The chosen are brought down to their knees. Before each one of them in turn a sacrifice is to have their throat slits one by one, gushing their vital fluids over the chosen. Voices of a thousand dead worlds cry out in the darkened sky, the incantations crack with thunder as the Acolytes beset upon the names of daemons to pay homage to the crusade at hand. As one the chosen are lifted to their feet, and then above, hovering there atop the alter. Their flesh begins to bubble and shift around them, their muscle sinew exposing and covering itself, their very features distorted by the lifting of realities veil. They alter and shift, their faces extend into a bladed maw, great wings flow behind them, and in place of the chosen stand their new form, an avian beast in the shape of a man. “Welcome home my children"
"Impressive, truly impressive" Tirana comes wandering towards Yuri, her wings had allowed her to get really close without any issue. On her waist is a small data-slate with a map she got from Sharr (OOC: sorry if taking things into my own hands too much) "Impressive use of the warp. You are indeed a skilled psyker" She smiles as she walks closer, her hips swaying as usual. Her normal smile plays on her lips, very entrancing and seductive.
ooc: It's cool Wincest Sharr looked up into the night sky, chocked by the coal black of the ritual pyers and the still burning ruins of the Hab. The Night was nearly over and Tzeentch would only favor their silent progress on the doomed world for so long. He stood atop the edge of the steps once more, looking down at the Host as they prepared themselves for the battle. His Power Armour's Vox amplifier activated as he addressed the Host. The Vox crackle of his armor was like a snarling beast as it drew the attention of the XVII Legion and the Cult gangs. "Sons of Lorgar, The gods watch us this night. Do not show your disloyalty by falling to the lap dogs of the False Emperor. My Chosen, you have your instructions, make for your objectives." He turned to each of the Chosen that stood ready by their warriors and transports, "Ramiel advance ahead of the Host with your attack group and be ready to deploy your ambush. The Praetorians will launch their attack the second they hear the Nobel District is besieged. Alexander, prepare your forces and await my command to begin your attack on the Nobels. Forfoz, take your forces and await the attack command against the Manufactorum. Your group must attack at the same moment as Alexander's if we are too take their war engines." Sharr walked with a commanders stride making for his personal Land Raider transport, "Brother Calistian to me! Harpy mutant to me! Prepare to move out! I want the Gods to witness our glorious quest this night, before the sun rises! I will not allow anything to falter our advance!" Without ceremony, the lord of Chaos entered teh Land Raider's gaping maw and stood beside the pilot. Sharr activated a personal Vox link to Alexander, as he did the daemon eye seemed to look exactly where the Khornate stood burning fiercely. "Alexander, the Raven Guard traitor will be a part of your assault. Watch him, should he faulter in his new duties...kill him." OOC: From here those with their assigned tasks may control a large attack group consiting of cultists and Word Bearers as well as light vehicle such as Bikes and Rhinos. But anything bigger to a Dreadnaught/Hellbrute or Land Raider is for myself the Mod. You may control your attack teams as normal such as movement, attacks, and their deaths. But any event altering situations will be handled by myself. Likewise don't attack or say you spotted something yet, I'll give the signal ;3 I think you'll like what I have in store
Walking to Sharr's Land Raider Calistian and his Possessed enter the Land Raider "My Lord do where do we attack?" Most the Possessed enter their own Rhinos but Calistian's chosen few ride with him. Visions of what is going to happen assail Calistian's mind and he starts spewing madness OOC: Sorry I have apparently forgotten how to RP so my posts may not make as much sense as I want them to also Calistian won't be using any of Sharr's forces as he brought part of his own Host with him
Tirana hears the order from Sharr she sighes "It seems as I don't get to have a good cenversation." She spreads her wings and flies over to the land raider. The wings go back into her body and she steps inside. She looks at lord Sharr, then at Callistian, she don't like him right now... Who would after getting forced by them to have a Deamon inside you. "I am here, lord sharr" She bows slightly before sitting down.
