OOC here you go - 1 Herald of Tzeentch (Boss) - 7 Warp Portals - Infinite Swarm of Pink Horrors - Infinite Swarm of Flamers - Infinite Swarm of lesser daemons-spawns - Unknown entities that might or might not come forth through the portals Edit: added boss difficulty to Herald for da lulz
<Feron> Trailing just behind Tempestus heavy steps created a constant drum of easily filtered out background noise. Each time a face was so kind as to appear near Feron's position he hefted Skull-Splitter up, acting as a beacon against the madness as wherever the sanctified weapon's light shown shrieks and a slight withdrawal of the manifestations followed. A pulsing headache had taken to the elder yet it didn't slow him in the slightest nor significantly affect his thought process, if anything it was a pleasant warning of what was to come. Upon entering a room filled with over half a dozen portals there was a brief pause as both forces regarded each other, a mass of teeming beast from beyond and a small group of the Emperor's warriors....probably not an even match but when was it ever really? "Permission granted, Vulpin, Draconion get on it. Satoshi put some fire down range at that Herald. Temvero, Gaius, Roland and Edd anchor the flanks, Fenix spot treatment on our formations defenses. I'll guard our psykers. " Spreading both weapons out wide armored mass began thundering forward to meet their initial line of attackers while their witches prepared their spell. A swift sweep of toothed pick vanquished a row of gibbering Horrors as they bounded in to close range, sorcerous fire pouring from several maws to scorch his form yet at this stage Feron had seen enough burns across their journey and most his career that even warp borne soul fire wasn't going to slow him in such small doses. A follow up swing obliterated the still forming remains of several weaker Blue Horrors, three sets of twins all aborted from the Materium with righteous fury. "Forward! You will not yield soldiers of the Emperor! No warp borne fiend or traitorous cur will take you, a thousand deaths are yours to reap you must only claim them!" Combat blade gouged out a gaping maw upon a flamer, slicing through its fluid robe like form to take off a pair of lesser maws before warded warhammer wiped it from existence as well.
"You got it Vulkanson," Satoshi replied before running as hard as he could along with the rest of the party and firing down range at the Herald of Tzeentch, intending to wound it as the others close in on the infinite hoards of daemons around them along with the boss. "Bump this, guys lets just get to the next level, kill the guy in charge and get the warp out of here and bomb this place with a ship!" Satoshi voxed the rest of the team. OOC: Can the portals be closed/destroyed @Colapse ?
The Apothecary's arm may have broken through the engagement with the Slaaneshis from before, but through his hyper-metabolism-cocktail the bones recovered rather quick and he had no problems wielding the shield further, however, he chose to ignore the orders of Feron and ran straight for the Herald of Tzeentch. "A BROTHER OF MINE HAS SLAIN AND BANISHED THREE OF YOUR KIN! AND SO SHALL I FOLLOW INTO HIS FOOTSTEPS!" Roland roared, swinging his sword diagonal into a couple of horrors that blocked his way. Mid-way down the road he detached his shield and threw it with all the force of his right hand into the Tzeentchian daemon - to wield his Power Blade with both hands and deflect or cut any warp magic he would throw toward him. The rage burning him from the inside like a pain that would simply not seize, but rather grow and grow and always further grow, being unbearable and therefore numbing his pain from outside to an absolute zero. He could feel that the power of the Herald was far less of it's true potential, or... Perhaps he was hoping that? That the Herald was truly only a disguised greater daemon? So he could claim true honor and be rewarded for his courage to meet his enemy head-on? The man leaped high in the air once near the forsaken Tzeentchian entity to swing the blade right into the ugly face of the Herald. OOC: Just purely working on the assumption that I can actually reach the thing already.
<Earlier> @BadDo9 @DeranVendar "You did just fine, Tem. Go to Apothecary...Sirius or Roland, whatever he's calling himself now, and get those leaks plugged, will you? You ought to have taken Terminator plate yourself. " To Feron, he says, "Two plasma and two incendiary that are not likely to see use here, Commander. You're welcome to them. Draconion bringing up rearguard." <Gauntlet of Tzeentch> "Aye, Ancient One. Forming up on your four o'clock," says Draconion. Fully aware of his deficiencies, he reaches out to Ancalagon with his mind. Clutch-brother. I have great need of strength. The Great Enemy faces us in all its foulness and power. Stay close and lend me as much as you can. Ancalagon spirals down from the ceiling to perch on Draconion's backpack, stretching his wings and hissing in ancient hatred at the assembled Tzeetchian forces. Its entire form is limned with warplight - stronger than ever before - as it floods a painful amount of power into Draconion. Gritting his teeth as his temples pound, Draconion decides to change tack. Instead of telekinetically shoring uo his ruined legs, he opts for the simpler task of levitating himself off the floor. It makes him vulnerable to being knocked or blown off course, but requires far less concentration to maintain. Focusing his attention on the closest warp portal, he begins the process of knitting shut the bleeding wound in reality. What I wouldn't give for two squads of Drakvaar's Cataphract Chosen right now...
<Main Level -1> Apparently, not everyone shared Feron's sense for tactics. Roland charged forward all by himself, leaving the main group in order to claim the kill on the fiend all by himself. However he miscalculated his odds because in this situation, the house was playing to win. First, he received a score of wounds and burns that further ruined his armor and made a mess of ceramite, the various daemons on his way strenghtened by the close proximity to the Warp weren't about to give up easily. Roland killed a score of them but it was simply not enough to slay an entire horde. And once he finally reached the daemon lord and leapt in the air to deal with it, the Herald waved casually with its staff and a bolt of lighting was shot straight at Roland. He was hit directly in his chest, the armor destroyed alongside a significant portion of his torso. But that wasn't even the worst thing. Riding on the momentum, the bolt sent Ultramarine flying through the air, him couple of meters near one of the portals. Horrors seemed as if they were just waiting for this as the horde swept him away and soon he was lost in the swirling mass of warp energy that made the portal itself, last sight of Roland was that he tried to get up on his feet as the daemons carried him away. Satoshi's shots hit the Herald following Ultramarine's failed attempt but the daemonic tissue quickly regenerated itself, leaving Ronin open for the counterattack. Another bolt of lighting speared through daemon's staff and towards him, but Tempestus' and Vulpin's dome prevented it from annihilating Sato. However there was no more time to aim as swarm of Flamers basically began tossing themselves on the Team, forcing them to fightin melee or be drowned in bodies. Of course, as they fought on and pressed forward, the daemons came at them from all sides, surrounding them. But what gave them some respite was Draconion's move and not only because his bold move had a chance of working. Like usual, Librarians were, in lack of better words, tasty morsels for the Neverborn and as such, they were almost always the prime targets in battle. Despite the creatures forcing their way on both Tempestus and Vulpin, who suffered more than the others as their armor was scorched in number of places, once Draconion began amplifying his powers was the moment when the entire horde turned its attention on him. His soulfire burned like a star in the sea of darkness and it brought forth unwanted attention. Horrors began throwing their warpfire at him which at first could do little to deter him but when hundreds of those were casted, even Salamander's legendary tenacity was put in question. But that was hardly the end of his problems. Responding to his attempt, even more daemons came from the other portals, hordes of Screamers were seen flying over their heads and went straight to Draconion while number of Chaos spawn were also emerging, their eyes fixed on him and his familiar. They were drawn to him like moths to the flame but despite that, he actually succeeded in giving his comrades precious time because the attack on them was weakening and they could actually push through, only 300ish meters separating them from the final stairway.
<Feron - Earlier> "Considering you can manifest both levels of heat with your mind...yes I'll gladly take those Brother. " Once granted he would quickly toss a plasma to Temvero before loading the rest of his scavenged supplies and donated explosives into his launcher mount. <Feron - Portal Madness> "Draconion finish sealing that portal then get -moving- that's an order. " Slowing down here would be the death of them all, yet in the meantime he made certain it would be the more immediate bane of a great many more daemons. Falling back to protect Draconion Feron put himself into the line of fire allowing his own battered terminator armor absorb a great many blows, claws, sorcery, flame and everything in between found flesh and ceramite alike, yet not for an instant would he yield as every sweep of Skull-Splitter or jab of basic blade left several more fiends banished. Roland was down, gone and no doubt dead, that would need repaid a hundred thousand fold, an infinite tide of daemons was a drop in the measuring bucket for what they must reap in his name. "Satoshi close ranks, we're going to be stuck huddling up in melee it seems. Vulpin, Tempestus don't let that dome drop. " A frag grenade was chugged out from his shoulder launcher dropping it in the heart of a airborne whirlpool of flamer bodies sending shredding shards of shrapnel outward to rip apart their forms, no casualties but more than enough to scatter. Lunging upward Feron hooked into a Screamer with a mighty cry and slammed it down with force enough to cast back a number of gathering Horrors. Body rocking with the aftermath of Skull-Splitter impacting upon station floor paneling he bounced forward in almost simian fashion to hammer back another gaggle of gibbering warp spawn, brutish blows being his order of the day to scatter and disorient as kills wouldn't be so much a priority here as keeping the enemies packed ranks as disorganized as possible. Of course every gap opened was immediately filled, yet he would respond in kind with blow after blow. Whirling about for a warding slash with combat blade he forced his legs forward with all due haste to begin opening up a bout of breathing room on the opposite side of his brother librarian, meeting one of the lumbering chaos spawn with another howl. "Back to the depths and whatever toxic womb spawned you fiend!" Tearing from groin to chest with pick end he received a punch for his efforts that cracked the sacred Crux Terminatus, shielding keeping his arm from shattering with the stone emblem. Not more than a second was spent staggered as with relentless fury he dove back in again, marching over spilled non-matter that was melting away into the warp as it was freed from host's contact.
Standing amidst the endless sea of daemonic malice like one of two ocean rocks, Draconion grits his teeth and shuts out all but the most pressing of distractions. Pausing only to slash at daemons posing a clear and present threat to his efforts, he focuses every last iota of his power through the amplification matrix of his armour and on dragging the edges of the portal together and searing them shut with psychic flame. Simultaneously, he opens a long-range vox channel on the Expeditionary Fleet frequency. "Draconion to Commander Drakvaar. Closing on enemy command centre. If you have any forces left in reserve, requesting any and all reinforcement you can spare. Encountering extreme daemonic resistance."
"Getting a bit Hot in here could use some help!" Vulpin said as he focused himself on keeping the dome up as he and Tempatus were getting attacked by the flamers. He kept himself Focused as he Focused his energy into the shield A Force sword in one hand with the other raised to keep the shield up. " Might be the secound timed I get Baked alive this time slowly instead of getting nuked." he said half Jokingly. As the flamers began getting at his armor. "May need a medic when we get there to help with the burns." he said as he suddenly felt some of the flames stop and head to another direction Draconians. He could feel him out shining them all as they wen't even through all the whispers of the dead and the Horrors of faces on the walls moving. "Hey Fenix if you still have those Psyche out grenades I saw you grab It might be a good time to use one of them on the hordes just keep them away from us three!" Vulpin shouted to the Bounty hunter. Trying to lessen the strain on the three psykers and to help them get a large group of daemons out of the way.
