"Well, this is unfortunate," Viator growled as his enemy disarmed him of his weapon and now was looking to stab him with it. The tables might've turned but there was still chance for victory. Using all the strength he was left, Viator lashed out with his leg and tried to connect with his enemy's own leg in attempt to knock him down on the ground, where he would lose the height advantage and give the Slaaneshi a chance to try and get his sword back by taking a bite of his enemy's hand or gauging his eyes out.
In pain, in shame, in utter wrath Astoro pounds the floor with his fist and shouts as his bloodlust takes over. "Good" says Mordethac in a chilling voice. He then pounced upon the first enemy he could see (Which happened to be the person attacking Viator) attempting to sever arteries and cleave flesh with his rusty saw in absolute rage and thirst for carnage.
@Uriel1339 Arnok felt as the fluids peeled flesh from muscle. The pain felt like his shoulder and arms hand been dunked in burning oils. The likelihood of Nurgle also wanting to peel his flesh off, had never even crossed his mind, and yet here he was, laying on the floor paralyzed. Though having some unknown standing over him did not bring much comfort, especially after seeing what the slaves of Khorne were all doing to each other. So he looked to this unknown person and with his body still motionless spoke, "Do not leave me here...I still have to much vengeance to real upon those that out me here...please..." All he could do was look at this outcasted son of Nurgle and hope they he did not leave him here, in front of that vile and putrid spawn.
Feeling at least partially revitalized, Nemeritus can focus on something other than sating his hunger, which leads him to realization that another prisoner was trying to eat his shoulder. Feeling stronger now, Nemeritus rolls over, putting his assailant to the ground, fully intent on strangling him with his bare hands.
@Draconion "You work whatever sorcery you can child of Magnus, and I'll that ship is taken." Alpharius stated simply. In truth he had no plan to take the ship, but that was likely for the best. Hell, not having a plan worked for him well so far. He simply wandered into a room and was now in the company of three sorcerers who had the means of getting them all out. Hope you don't mind losing one of your playthings Tzeentch.
< Temple of Deprivation > @Colapse @Redthirst @Virgil_Corbec Viathor found himself beaten to the punch as another of the Khornates fell upon his kin in former worship. Rusty cleaver teeth chewed through throat and a rough yank backward slew the fallen champion, putting him down for good presumably. Viator was left with the burning shame of reclaiming his blade from a dead mans hold that he hadn't made as such. Nemeritus had no such problems to deal with as he tussled with the last inmate dead set on trying to kill him. Ragged limbs grazed against each other as both warriors found hands upon their necks in a dual stranglehold. Further mirroring each other the sensation of approaching death left them pursuing the act till the very end and only by the slimmest thread of light in nearly pitch black vision did Nemeritus realize he had won. Inmate's grip slackened and a rictus grin split by the need for air was all that remained of his foe's face. Behind them the constant waves of heat thrown off by the Word Bearer keeping the mass of prisoners from escaping surged one more time before trailing off and leaving them in the stinking, sweaty heat that normally filled the temple. Beyond all the bodies shambling forward it was uncertain for a moment as to whether the son of Lorgar had at last been drug down or not. A frag detonation tore eight different men into bloody pieces along with any hope that the marine was dead. Thankfully it seemed the blast had been meant to cover his retreat as thundering foot steps were quickly growing distant and the blur of ceramite making away from the arch was caught by Viator's keen eye. From there the mob began to split and fracture as many made for re-opened exit, and just as many remained behind to continue with their debauchery and murder make. 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. < Silver Tower > @Draconion @Keidivh @Grall_Stonefist @Vulpas Within the Silver Town the lone quartet of sorcerers and a very frustrated Garrick were left entirely alone in the silent tower. Of the three sons of Magnus two were hard at work attempting to divine some passage off of Sicarus. Addled and tired minds weren't going to accomplish much though as they quickly found themselves exhausting their powers by merely trying to reach beyond the bounds of this accursed place. Even then the immense power that lay beyond these walls, it lent one the idea that maybe there were safer being tortured in their cells. The baleful presence of Lorgar wasn't far off, no matter where he may have sealed himself up in meditation the lord of the Word Bearers was an eternal and omnipotent presence here. "I hear him laughing...." For Alpharius and Aphael, being out of the loop as they were, it was just another mystery. Silim though understood quite well for he heard it too. That amused whisper of a laugh, one that conjured up the image of inhuman lips twisting into a smirk for a mere nanosecond before attention was drawn off. Then everything went pear shaped as another much nearer presence invaded their mind and left all three psykers reeling as if leather whips had just cracked against their brains. Garrick down below them would feel a much different effect and the hellish heat that was suddenly burning up his expired muscles and reawakening blood told him that Khorne's power was surging once more. The Alpha Legionnaire would be utterly unaffected. "Stay here and rot if you wish then. " Iron Warrior turned around, face turning red with the fever heat that was surely gripping the others at this stage. Stepping out into the adjoining hallway that lead to the central hub he heard a scream. <Central Hub> @matt23 @Uriel1339 "A-- ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! " The scream carried to Arnok and Kaleidos. Latter hadn't the mind to abandon the fallen Apostle in this moment and crawled over to help drag him further away from the garden's threshold and the daemon whimpering in disappointment beyond. Neither of them were able to hear more of Arnok's flesh being scraped off and torn away in bloody strips against the cobblestones as the scream had been lost over the roar of an ancient weapon. Whoever had been yelling though, the voice had been powerful enough that it had to of been one of the guardians. Gods knew that most of the prisoners here trying to scream could of made the average white shield feel powerful. Garrick returned to them in short order and by this point Arnok was able to stand. With no sign of Mordethac, who could very well be dead if the explosion that sounded from the Slaaneshi holding chambers was any indicator, they had a moment to reflect on how to proceed. As it stood the only way out of the hub that didn't lead to any of the aligned cells was a single path that branched off in three directions. One way lead straight to a large wooden door, while the other two paths simply broke straight off in a T-shape leaving their end points a mystery. Granted it was a safe bet one of those paths lead to Kharn and pretty much everyone else left in the Halls as it seemed the groups had all naturally migrated that way either seeking to take advantage of the chaos or looking to stop it. The Damned: Kaleidos: 2 Arnok: 4 Garrick: 8 Conditions:
"Well the sorrcers of tzeetch are a no go, Fools decided to stay,'" Garrick said as he returned back into the hub hammer in hands. "Any luxck on your ends?" Garrick asked looking to the other prisoner looking for results of success. Garrick noticed the other prisoner but decided to not ask theree name.
@matt23 | @DeranVendar Kaleidos was surprised, even if not really pleasant about the fact he had survived. His body decayed on a miniscule scale, with fingernails having rotten and fallen off. The fingertips being a contaminated green-yellow but not in the way it would please him nor Nurgle. He could feel of how he lacked any contagion agents. Normally one of his blessed touches would rot a normal human way, but now? It was just eating away at him, actually trying to kill him. Which is why he had dragged away his saviour to begin with. During the whole ordeal Kaleidos did not speak, but was perplexed when they met another Astartes. Without wasting his health breaths even on greetings he merely nodded and crossed his arms, thinking of which path might be the wisest. He placed a hand on his chin and the other on his elbow, staring into the floor as if trying to make out by pure thinking without any information whatsoever might be the wisest course of action.
@Uriel1339 @Vulpas Taking a moment to gather himself, now that his skin was no longer peeling off, he looked to Kaleidos and nodded. Perhaps it was viewed as nothing more than a gesture, but Arnok knew that he had established some form of 'partnership', if one could call it that. Regardless of what it was called, it was good to meet another, who without having to share words, understood the position they were in and what had to be done. After a few moments, the Word Bearer stood to his feet, looking over the bare muscles and veins that were now semi exposed to the air around him. Seeing Garrick return without anyone was extremely frustrating to Arnok and his voice showed it when he spoke, "What do you mean they refused to leave? Did they wish to continue being tortured or did they find a way out?" Looking around and not seeing the other they had left their prison with, the Word Bearer assumed the worst and decided it was clearly the time to move. He then spoke after taking a deep breath to center himself, "Alright, forget the changlings. We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The longer we are here, the more likely it is that we become trapped here again. My brothers will not let this prison fall into madness for much longer." He pointed to the wooden door in front of them, "I say we try the door. It may lead nowhere, so we can always double back later if need be."
@matt23 | @Vulpas | @DeranVendar Kaleidos figured that the two knew each other. Did they hear of Kaleidos the great priest of the blightful church? Did they come to save him? He shook his head. No, of course not. They were just looking if a Nurglite was still kicking. His eyes went to the one he saved and simply fell in behind the Astartes. It was enough of a sign to show loyalty, or common sense. Considering his horrendous wounds and his pale, weak flesh.
