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[Prosperan Son]

"HAHAHAHAHAAHA!" The Daemon chortled, his laughter filling every corner of your mind. As if the Eldar had told him a joke." And what power could you possibly have to maintain an empire? You've already tasted the power I have once and you honestly believe there's anything else to match it?"

The two armsman right past Takkun, unaware of his presence. Each of them was dressed in standard fatigues of grey and pink, their heads were covered by leather mask that seemed to be stitched to their skins, they bore nothing more then auto-guns.

[Thugren]

the power to make daemons like you, beg for control of me


Takkun snickers as he lunges out and tries to impale both guardsmen in one move

1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)

[Prosperan Son]

The Armsmen never see the strike until it is to late. In a single moment of elegant violence, both Guardsmen grunt in pain as the blade slides through them, their gasmask muffling their screams. One slides against another and slowly they are moving down the length of the spear.

[Thugren]

The macabre Phoenix mask seems to grin in pleasure as takkun yanks out the spear and twirls it.

" think a you wish abomination ."

Takkun grunts as he crouches moving down the hall from whence the guards came

[Prosperan Son]

Meanwhile within the armory bay, Basque Grond raised his head from the work bench. He had been slowly making small additions to his Power Claws taking the blades from the sides and attaching them to the ends of each finger slip, turning into an actual claw. It would add to the flexibility of the blade. Propped up against his side was a long scimitar-esque power blade etched with runes of the Dark Prince. His work had been disturbed when the com-bead built into the collar of his armor went off.
" My Lord, Koran's Bio-Signature just went out." A menial's voice spoke through the bead, sending from the bridge." He hasn't reported in either, nor have two of the armsman..."
"Intruders? On my ship?"Basque questioned in disbelief, unwilling to accept that someone may have breached his defenses.
"It is possible sir. What would you have me do?"
" Alert the rest of my brothers, I want Dolchitan and Illius to find Koran's last position and the rest of the squad dispatched to the strategium for further orders."
"Yes M'lord."
Basque stood up from his desk, refitting his power claw onto his right arm, connecting it with the rest of his armor. His left hand reached out to grab the Scimitar-Esque Power Sword propped up against the work bench. It's handle was rather ornate, it's surface was a bright gold, trimmed with silver etchings. The hilt that lead to the blade resembled a raven's claw and at the pommel was a dark amethyst stone that pulsed to life. "Something's wrong... I sense Kharnath's presence..."A voice spoke aloud, however no one could hear it, and it was not Basque Grond's...

" A Clean kill...so to speak. Can you not tell me that you feel a hint of satisfaction with every kill you make? To know how easy it is for you to end a life in a matter of seconds." Skaroth's voice whispered into your mind.

The hall is empty once again, however the graphic details are now visible. There are long threads of flesh and muscle that hang from the walls, their tones dark and sickly however they are not withered, the walls are covered in a substance the resembles, feels, and even smells like living flesh. Faces can be seen in the walls every here and there, caught in expressions of ecstasy and agony.

[Thugren]

The spear dances in his hand as he searches the bodies for a communicator


"To any.... And all that can hear my voice, my name is dark archon tosseth tussar.... I come for you.... Give up now, and my attentions will be kind."


Moving without waiting for a response takkun breaks down the hall and searches for an escape from this hell.

[Prosperan Son]

The Ship goes silent for a moment before bursting with life. From the rooms around Takkun, shouting and commotion can be heard from within them, the occupants scrambling to prepare their defense.

"I do believe you've caused quite the hustle. However, there is another presence on the ship...stronger than these lesser filth bound to the ship." Skaroth warned

[Thugren]

MOving, in blurs and flashes takkun moves from hall to hall, looking for an escape.

his spear never stops moving, its dizzying dance a treat for the eyes as he whispers.

"skaroth do me a favor....Stop speaking your babblingg, your lack of intelligence and raspy voice give me a migraine."

[Prosperan Son]

The sound of thunder resounds through one of the hallways that you have made a turn into, accompanying a bright flash. Less than half a second, bolt rounds slam into a small statue behind you, ceramite and stone chips scattering everywhere."I've located the xeno." a voice rumbles, projected outwards by his suit's microphone. A marine steps through the doorway of the corridor, similar to the killed earlier. He fires a burst from his bolter once more.

Chain axe 1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)

[Thugren]

You are about to make a friend skarroth "

Takkun whispers as he lunges forward bringing his spear up hoping to impale the marine under the stomach and hoping the spear makes its way up through the marines skull

" hello my friend lets get closer!"


1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)

[Prosperan Son]

One of the bolter rounds grazes the side of your pelvis plate, but does not do much in the way of stopping your charge. The Chaos Marine was in the process of drawing his combat blade, when the spear plunged into his body, running through his stomach, upwards into his skull. The body spasmed once before going limp, bright blood running down the length of the spear. The daemon seemed to purr as it pulsed once again, sucking away at the soul of the dead marine.

[Thugren]

Pulling it spear free takkun grins

" today I give you your fill daemon maybe than you will go silent.


Moving with the full extent of his speed, blending with shadows as much as possible takkun seems to vanish than reappear as he runs through the hallways .


" come come prey.... Make this fun."

[Prosperan Son]

Screaming fills Takkun's ears , a wave of pure force and sound smashes into the Phoenix Lord's side, sending him sprawling across the floor." I'll most certainly try." An amplified voice spoke as one marine steps from the darkness. A small blastmaster held in his left hand, he maglocks it to his side. Whether by blessings or sheer luck, Takkun has ended up in the hangar bay, the blastmaster having launched him through the hall.

The Chaos Lord stepped through the doorway, his form revealed by the lights. His armor was a pattern of black and pink, violet stripes resembling claw marks patterns ran across his helmet, right arm and chest plate. His pink helmet was a mark 4 maximus pattern, heavily augmented with vox amplifiers and a large curved horn running up from the left side. His right hand , a power claw with long extended blades, flexed in anticipation. His left hand hovered over the sword handle sheathed at his side, the amethyst stone pulsed." This is the one! Kharnath's presence! It comes from the spear!"

"So it seems. Now my Eldar compatriot. Your going to tell me how in the name of the warp you got in my ship?"

[Thugren]

Takkun says nothing, landing in his feet.


" dead men do not need to know for whence their betters come from."


Hi eyes dart from side to side searching for an escape.

"Thank you for alerting this damnable slanneth hedon..... I'd've liked to have left this place on a. Good note

[Prosperan Son]

"Ah, how predictable of your race. Arrogant and defiant as always, even wen facing those far out of their league. I still remember fondly the last Eldar I came across.." The Chaos Lord spoke with amusement, his left hand drifting towards a small pouch at his side. Opening it to pull out three stones that he held within each of his finger... Eldar Soul Stones.

"Because using their communications and telling them that you were an Archon didn't catch their attention either." Skaroth retorted smartly, on edge due to the increasing strength of Slaanesh's presence.

[Thugren]

Saying nothing, takkuns demeanor changes. His eyes narrow and like it has done a thousand times before his mind begins to calculate.

It was obvious the mon keigh was powerful. The air screamed to that fact, but like most of his kind , he suffered from arrogance.

The spear dances and twirls in hi hands, the motion captivating and deadly as takkuns mind reaches out, pulling at the mind of the bloodthirster a.

" you will obey skarroth..... You will be shaped."


1d100 rolled or a total of: 98 (98)

" you will hand those stone over slanneth worshipped.... Or I will take ten from you."

[Prosperan Son]

"A mutual enemy Takkun. We share this for once. Let us face him together then." The Daemon chuckled from within the spear before giving into Takkun. Infusing him with his strength, his blood lust, but mostly his fury.

"No, I do not think I will Eldar. You see these stones belong to me, the souls within them belong to me, this ship belongs to me, everything you see here belongs to me." The Chaos Lord stepped closer, drawing his blade as he did so.

" I am Bosque Grond, Captain of the Emperor's Children 47th Company, and before this day is over, Your head and that Spear will belong to me also. This, I promise."

[Thugren]

He was done with speaking, lunging forward, darting from shadow to shadow takkun lunges at the slanesshi marine.

" I am Takkun, phoenix lord of the striking scorpions.


Takkun hissed, aiming the tip of his spear at his enemys power claw, "And i hear more talk and fluffery than actual action.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98)

[Prosperan Son]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 100 (100)

Basque Grond's eyes darted from left to right, tracking what little movement Takkun gave. With a disturbing speed, Grond smacked the spear aside with the back of his powerclaw, throwing it off course.

He rushed forward, body charging the Phoenix Lord with his full body to build some distance between the two before slashing upwards with his sword.

Body Slam:
1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)
Sword:
1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)

[Thugren]

Snarling in annoyance takkun tries to could under the attacks , bringing his hand up in a furious moveto shove his hand through the joints of his armor.

1d100 rolled or a total of: 95 (95)

Pivoting on his heel takkun sweeps his legs out with blurring speed , bringing the spear around with whistling speed at the chaos marines ankle.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)