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[Talon Lord Othrim]

Smoke begins to fill the mansion house and coughing and choking can be heard from within. Someone on the inside is sliding the bolts on the door. "No don't they will kill us all!"

[Lord Ariok]

Falreth called to his men "prepare yourselfs draw your swords they cannot stay their for much longer when one of the fools open the door let them out then slaughter to your hearts content" Falreths mind flared with the voice agian becoming increasingly loud with every passing moment.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The door burst open and thick black smoke billowed out. Coughing and choaking people began to flee towards the waiting renagades.

[Lord Ariok]

Falreth called the charge "men slaughter them all for the Blood God CHARGE" falreth moved in with his axe ready and the renegades behind him as he rushed into the horde of choacking victims.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As the smoke billows and your men attack, from the gloom a guard in half-plate armour bull rushes you armed with a sword and shield.

[spoiler=Soilder Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 11 (11)[/spoiler]

[Lord Ariok]

[spoiler=Defense] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 32 (32) [/spoiler]

[spoiler=counter attack] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78) [/spoiler]

falreth laughs at the coughing warrior as he easily parries the attack and then strikes for the exposed point of the neck to make an easy kill in this battle

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Soldier Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)[/spoiler]

The smoke clearing from his eyes he see's the blade comming towards him. Lifting his shield he deflects Felrath's strike. "I don't think so you filth!" His words full of contempt. "Die heretic!"
He thrust's his sword forward looking for any vulnerable point in the chaos worriors armour.

[spoiler=Soldier Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 50 (50)[/spoiler]

[Lord Ariok]

[spoiler=defense] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 77 (77) [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Counter Attack] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 91 (91) [/spoiler]

Fareth reversed his axe swing to deflect the strike and then tried for the warriors neck agian blood lust overcoming his common sense.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Soldier Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 93 (93)[/spoiler]

Parrying the axe the Guard manouvers some distance between them. "I will not let you take her to 'him'," Again he attacks looking for anyweakness in the worriors armour.

[spoiler=Soldier Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 58 (58)[/spoiler]

[Lord Ariok]

[spoiler=defense] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 94 (94) [/spoiler]

[spoiler=counter attack] 1d100 rolled for a total of: 100 (100) [/spoiler]

Falreth smiled at the warrior as he avoided the strike with a quick side step and he brought his axe up to slice the rib cage and end the battle so he can compleat his objective

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Unable to defend against the incredible blow to the ribcage blood spewed from his mouth spraying Falreth. Sinking to his knees he gripped hold of him and fell to the floor. Blood oozing from the gash in his chest.

The warband had worked well as ordered they had slaughtered everyone from the house. All but the Baron, who was dragged to Falreth's feet blooded and beaten.

[Lord Ariok]

Falreth looked down at the blooded form and knelt to her level "look around you all those who wanted to defend you dead" he looked at his men with a smile "strap her on a horse and make sure she can't escape then get your spoils"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The renagades look to one another.
"Who?" one asks

"You butchers!" the baron in a heap in the floor broken and blooded. "you mercyless sons of *CENSORED*'s!"

[Lord Ariok]

Falreth looks at the baron "you men are to gather the dead now then you will gather all the trinkets you wish from this manor and its guards is that under stood i will erect an alter to the blood god and you will have your prizes now go get all those who are dead then continue your raid oh and make sure the good baron can see the ceremony" Falreth begins making the Mark of khorne upon his body and then makes the mark where the bodies will be gathered

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The bodies of the dead and dieing are piled and the ritual begins.

[spoiler=Ritual]1d100 rolled for a total of: 97 (97)[/spoiler]

[spoiler=ooc] AAAhhhhh damn it!! [/spoiler]

As the bodies burn and the blood is gathered a strange glow appears above the mound. The very air splits and widens. Remenisant of birth, from the spectral womb steps forth a creature. Bi-pedal and covered in red scales it's shiny black claws grip a two handed sword glowing with deadly enchantments. It regards it's surroundings with bailfull black eyes a forked tongue tasting the air.

The renegades visably shrink back in fear as the Bloodletter strides down the pile of corpses.

[Lord Ariok]

Falreth stands never backing down to the cruel aura the creature is radiating "i bid you welcome Daemon of Khorne, Daemon of my Lord" Falreth hears that voice agian but it was not painfull the pain subsided when the spectral gate tore open the only thing falreth felt was pure white hot rage as the creature approached "tell me my Lord what is our masters Bidding?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The Creature lets out a ear pearcing shreek and begins to run towards the nearest person. Unfortunatly a renagade who was to slow witted to back off.

It's blade slicing him in two. Shreeking with excitement it moves on to attack another!!

[Lord Ariok]

Falreth smiles and turns to the renegades "get back to your lord and tell him i will return to him once matters are sorted here go now" he stands his ground admiring the purest state of his existance in another being

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The men certainly do not argue. With the Baron in tow they ride as fast as their horses will carry them. The Demon taking down one of the horses befor it left. It then turned and faced Falreth, and snarled.

[Lord Ariok]

"so Khorne has sent you to me now the question is to what end?" falreth tightend the grip on his axe and moved toward the sepctural rift and thought to himself "would this take me to my master if i lept through or simply obliterate me?" Falreth turned to the blood letter agian waiting for a probable attack