"I would prefer to keep my warp use at minimum, this place is without a doubt booby trapped against massed psychic assault or anything of the liking if" Aphael gave as a raspy answer, but it dident help before his old legion brother decided to throw away any surprise momentum or caution and attempt just blast a telecommunicatic note through the tower, Aphael made attempt to shield his mind and hide too much of his warp signature for now, instead of just brashly trying to beat down upon some of the most skilled ritual practitioners amongst all legions.
"They already know, Brother," comes Silim's voice, already taking on the dreamy, sing-song quality of the old Legion war-conductors, "That they haven't crushed us utterly shows that they are busy with other concerns. Now is the time for suddenness and committed action. Be my Anchor, Brother. I cannot do this without you. " Ah, brash courage. How I miss having you around, Tus. You were the other half of my soul, the boldness and surety I always struggled to find in myself...just as I was the wisdom and forethought you could never practice to save your own life. Right up to the very end, so we were. And now, past one end and at another beginning, all I can do to learn from the lessons of your life is to make a pale imitation of what was at once your greatest strength and your worst failing, and hope it serves me better.
With each passing second the hunger was getting stronger, making it hard to focus on anything. His attempt to kill his opponent failed, and now the fight has devolved into a mindless brawl. Nemeritus' opponents were just like him, wretched and weakened Space Marines. The only difference was the incredible lust for blood and flesh that was driving Nemeritus into an almost animalistic frenzy. Jumping on his opponent, disgraced Champion blindly stabs the body underneath him with a dagger, while his teeth sink into warm flesh, trying to sate his hunger just a little bit.
@Draconion @Grall_Stonefist Amidst all the commotion in the tower Alpharius' eyes came to rest upon two prisoners in particular, both Thousand Sons, and one looking particularly troublesome. He had no idea what they were planning, and he didn't want to. The less he knew about plans, the less likely he could make it fail in the most spectacular of ways imaginable. Moving over to the two with disturbing subtlety, the Alpha Legionnaire listened carefully on the conversation, finding he agreed with the one, even if he didn't know what in the Warp he was talking about. "Don't what you two are planning, but your brother here is right. Carefully laid plans mean shite in this hell, only rapid actions and brashness will save our worthless hides."
"Brashness and overcomfidense got me here, and it wont get me out, and i an sure this isent the first jailbreak, overcomdidence will mean pain and deaths." Aphael simply answered, also completely uncaring for the latters opinion, and his brother legionaire might have shot too many bionic parts into hos thinking and reasoning.
@Grall_Stonefist At Aphael's continued refusal, Silim simply ceases to engage him any further, and waits for any of the freed psykers to accept his invitation to work in concert.
"I am looking to father warriors or sorrcers to escape this damned place and possibly on the way get some revenge on the word bearers who kept Us imprison here? A small group of us are gathering in the halls of blood do you or any other warrior up for escape or has all those in here already fallen?" Garrick asked looking up to the warrior already he was beginning to hate this hall at least there were others 'redecorating' now.
@DeranVendar Astoro surveyed the battlefield in front of him, his nose saturated with the smell of burning hair and flesh, he knew that there was no way he could take him on in his weakened state. His addled mind rushed to find a solution. Reaching back through the ages of his blood-soaked life he remembered what his scout-sergeant had said: "If you cannot fight the enemy head-on then you must fight him in other ways, there is always a weakness to exploit or a path to take to destroy your foe, you only need to seek it." OOC: Astoro, wanting to avoid a fight he is unlikely to win, attempts to sneak around the battle. He tries to remember his scout training and keep to what little shadow there is with the flamer burning so many. As soon as he sees a chance where the flamer-guy is distracted he will attempt to quietly sneak behind him and attempt to cut his throat with the rusty saw, aiming for the exposed chink between the gorget and the helmet. The purpose of this is to distract him long enough to allow the khornates and slaaneshi to swarm him before he can counter-attack.
< Garden of Decaying Favor > @matt23 @Uriel1339 Pain wasn't so kind to Kaleidos anymore and frankly it was rather surprising he was still alive at this point. Perhaps it was some small blessing from his patron to prolong the suffering. Either way it didn't seem there was any hope of change for the fallen adherent today. Beast of Nurgle slipped about from side to side blocking him no matter what direction he tried to bolt in. Its presence alone was sapping the life from him and flesh was starting to rot, finger nails decaying and falling right off. It seemed this would be the end. Right until several pairs of feet were bolting past. Arnok's plan of freeing several prisoners had half worked out. Half worked in that they were indeed distracting the creature. Half failed in that they sure as hell weren't going to obey him. As they fled the Beast spun away from Kaleidos and began to claw after them with heaving, unholy breaths. Upper body whipped upward before being slammed outward in a sloppy circle that broke the spine of one and killed the poor sap instantly. The other would make it to the arch and run out of sight, the demon coming to a skidding halt directly on the threshold. It was there that Kaleidos and Arnok both could see the Beast was bound to this place and would not be leaving it. Neither Sorcerer nor fallen Apostle needed any goading in what to do and they made a break for the exit. Beast was roused from its brief bit of slobber spewing pouting by their approach and whipped around to resume the games. With a powerful wheeze it spewed up a mixture of tainted bodily fluids at Arnok. The Word Bearer would end up slamming straight into the corrosive snot ball and just as quickly end up falling over and skidding to a halt just beyond the arch. As flesh necrotised and sloughed off his arms and shoulders he would be momentarily paralyzed. If eyes were forced open he would be staring at the daemon only a few feet away, padding from side to side along the unseen length of the barrier between Garden and central hub like a hound trapped behind a window. Kaleidos at least would hobble out, alive if only just, thanks to Arnok's distractions. The Damned: Kaleidos: 2 Arnok: 4 Conditions: You both have escaped the Garden! < Temple of Deprivation > @Virgil_Corbec @Colapse @Redthirst Mordethac felt his bones cracking in the Word Bearer's grip. Mordethac's withered limbs couldn't even hope to pull himself up toward the gorget and the moment his filthy nails scraped on the ash stained ceramite he was snapped up by a leg. The guard sneered as his armored digits easily began to crush the limb. "Back into the inferno with you mutt!" Casting him aside the Word Bearer used Mordethac to bowl over several of the prisoners attempting to make good on the distraction. When the expected torrent of flame resumed Mordethac found himself sheltered from total incineration by the clustered bodies around him. Instinct drove the fallen mad man to claw forward and away even as tongues of flame licked at his back and coiled about his legs threatening to leave him nearly immobile. Third degree burns spread across his body in angry patches of red that swiftly turned black. Despite this he would live, for now. How long this would last when he had just crawled into the middle of Viator and Nemeritus dueling with other inmates was uncertain. Viator himself wasn't going to be getting the satisfaction of torturing the fallen champion anytime soon. Viator's intact arm was gripped by the hand that still had functioning muscles behind it and both warrior's were now desperately wrestling for control of the rusty weapon. "Not today degenerate! " Forehead collided with the sword novice's and floored him, blade now in the hands of a filthy hound of Khorne. Edge was swiftly turned upon Viator and a once perfect warrior found his own once perfect blade piercing his chest as the other wretched one tried to carve out his heart. "Feast, feast, FEAST!" The thoughts were so violent it was hard to tell if they were Nemeritus' own. Sure he wanted to quench his thirst and sate the hungering void, yet the voice was so powerful, too powerful to belong to one rendered as weak as himself. Either way something was sharing strength with him as the unfortunate prisoner that had found their way into Nemeritus unbreakable hold died with throat clutched between the Slaanesh worshipper's teeth. Dagger had been dropped at some point, its bloody form having done its job of weakening the heretic enough that its wielder could finish the job. Just as Viator found his blade stolen so was Nemeritus' and the other inmate fell upon him while he feasted. Dagger wedged itself firmly between the ribs visible against sagging torso skin and failing to come free left its new wielder chewing on the other cannibal's shoulder with desperate hunger. The Damned: Viator: 3 Nemeritus: 5 Mordethac: 4 Conditions: Nemeritus has 4 stacks of Craving. Nemeritus only crits on 20s. Enemies receive +2 to hit him. Crit fails always stun Nemeritus. Those Damned Khorne Lovers and Lunatics: Fallen Champion: 5 Crazed Inmates: 5 Word Bearer Legionnaire [Flamer]: 12 Conditions: The Word Bearer is focused purely on keeping anyone from escaping the temple and will not actively target or engage anyone unless provoked. < Silver Tower > @Draconion @Keidivh @Grall_Stonefist @Vulpas Garrick had only just finished his speech when the procession of sorcerers who had decided to ally with the main speaker descended. Some scoffed, others sneered and many more just ignored the Iron Warrior as they walked out into the connecting hub between the four wings of torture cells. For Arnok and Kaleidos whom were still tending their wounds in the area it meant just as little for them as the rag tag cabal pretended they weren't there. No time for even another sorcerer, not while he seemed to already be on the cusp of death. For those three in the back, Alpharius, Silim and Aphael they were joined by one other. One soul glad enough to accept Silim's proposal as another son of Prospero returned the mental handshake and joined in as a secondary cogitation unit. Having salvaged a robe from a dead minder for use as a skirt a space marine long deprived of sustenance and appropriately robbed of his once god like physique fell into place. "Brothers, shall we? We can take advantage of whatever attention they draw. It'll serve as an effective mask to our own efforts no matter how doomed they already are." The tattooed face of the lost son turned down to look at Garrick. "He mentioned trying to organize more bodies. How shall we proceed? "
"Brother," replies Silim with a nod to the newcomer, whose name he cannot recall at the moment, "Let him recruit who may. We need to cast our minds further afield to find a way out of here. To whit - finding a starship lightly-defended enough that we may gate to it and seize control of it with nothing more than the means currently available to us." With that, he rolls his eyes up in his head as he casts his senses into orbit, scanning the dockyards and anchorage points of Sicarus to find them a likely vessel for such purpose. His mindvoice rumbles within the communion he now shares with the other sorcerer as he directs their shared psychic assets towards the common goal. [Commencing psychic reconnaissance of orbital dockyards and anchorages. Prioritising potential targets for takeover according to: Insufficiency of defence: Ideally few to no Astartes defenders aboard. Sufficiency of supply: Fully-stocked for long void travel. Size and speed: Medium to smaller vessel, with high power-to-mass ratio. Ease of transit: Minimum possible time and effort to plot gating solution to target.]
