Scene #4047: The Call of Chaos

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Tyravean	Alice is out getting some alonetime in nature, and that's awesome, because its refreshing and good for the mind or something. Alden is doing whatever a Gabumon does during his day and that is also good, because progress is also important. But, in the wonderful world of the multiverse, one never knows what is going to happen. A sudden shift here and there, and suddenly the two find themselves in a rather different location - though also the same. When the sudden smoke clears, they'd find themselves standing in the center of a large, ritual circle, complete with a plethora of seemingly willing human sacrifices lined up and ready to go, as well as massive, hulking armored figures standing behind them in ranks, look back and forth at each other in confusion. One particular one off to the side steps forward and looks them over. "It appears something went wrong with the ritual." Clearly he is the one who orchestrated the whole thing. The bound slave sacrfices look up, not exactly relieved. More frustrated than anything else. However, before anything else can happen, a flurry of arrows hiss through the air, puncturing armor and dropping several of the heavily armoed warriors. The sorcerer is hit as well, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He grabs one of the slaves by the back of his tattered clothes and drags him to his feet, muttering something as a force of elven warriors enters the clearing, unleashing more arrows as their cavalry charges through, spearing a number of the chaos warriors on their lances before disappearing into the other end of the night-clad forest. "What are you waiting for! Kill them!" The sorcerer yells as he waves his staff around.
Karian Icefang	Things...just got wierd. Karian was sitting in the Fang, enjoying a nice meal and some Mjod, when all of a sudden he found himself summoned and watching what appeared to be primitive Eldar attacking chaos. "Either I've had more to drink then I thought, or someone just used warp powers..." He saws, grabbing his sword tightly.
Alice Jones	Looking at the group and the apparently grisly ritual that's happening, Alice jumps back, a clawed, pitch-black leg momentarily appearing as she does so as it seems to overlap over her own. She's watching from the treetops to see what exactly is going on, as she doesn't want to accidentally throw anything around without knowing. As the battle continues however, the fact that some of the people are wearing /human body parts/ as part of their attire makes her frown. "Oh /hell/ no." she says, "It's go time." as she leaps down and her Stand fully emerges from her in front of her as said Stand envelops itself in black flame and charges in creating a descending flaming projectile!
Alden	Alden was just taking a walk through the forest path really, a pleasent spot, no monsters trying to murder him, a chance to forget about some stuff he rather not think about, he didn't even bring Katze with him, leaving the shinki at home to tend to his plants, and just to take care of things!. Of course, that means he is not quite prepared as he is transported somehow, and out of the sudden, in the middle of a group of people!. Digimon and magic are not things usually seen together, so he has no clue what a ritual circle is, all he sees is a bunch of people, some seemeingly wearing tatered garments, and hulking figures. "What in the name of Azulongmon..." he mumbles, looking around in confusion at the ... evil looking armored knights and the wizard, adn seemingly even more confused at hte sight of Karian, "Is this some weird dream?" he mumbles, moving closer to the space marine, before reaching for his D-Arc. "I think that girl has the right idea tho..." he mumbles. He slashes a card, his form glowing brightly, before it bursts in a flash of light, revealing a completely different creature where the gabumon was standing, a large, bipedal wolf! wielding what seem to be some metal knuckles, he stands besides Karian, trying to figure a good course of action.
Ixqor Nathrach	"Yes... Yes this is it! This tablet, it references a piece of the blades!" Ixqor exclaimed proudly to himself, his words echoing through the empty room of the nearly sunken temple he had descended into in his quest for destiny. "But where could it be... This figure it-." He pauses, feeling the warp overtake the area around him. Was the boy already in need of his assistance? No, it was not the summoning scroll. This was something else entirely! "WHo dares!?" He begins before his body and form are transported through the warp and thrust into another reality. Back in the temple, the stone fragment would fall to the floor and shatter into pieces, making it nigh illegible. This new realm was quite inviting. Already he was surrounded by strange creatures, and what appeared to be worshippers of the dark gods. And the Wolf Lord he met earlier? Now things were truly strange... Ixqor looked down to his hands, seeing the tablet was no longer in his possession and the vein of his balding dome nearly popped out from his skin. "What is the meaning of this inscollence!?" He roared, reaching for the hilt of his blkade hidden in his brown and worn robes that covered most of his body. Suddenly, one of the cultists was struck by an arrow, and further volleys came. "Ambush! Defend yourselves! We can settle this issue later, sorcerer!" He directs specifically towards the ring leader of this cult. Jomungandr would be drawn then, the blade of the first dragon serpent. It's mere form appeared serpentine, with the ends of the blade forming fang like hooks, and the image of a snake depicted on the blunt end of the blade. At the hilt was the eight pointed star, and the all seeing eye of chaos. From the end of the blade warp energies would begin to form and the ghostly black and green image of a serpentine daemon would begin to emerge from the end of the blade, acting like an extension of it's power. It coiled and hissed, looming in the air as it awaited a target to be chosen by it's host.
Tyravean	As the events unfold and people are taken off guard, both those who had not anticipated being there and those that were there but hoping something else would arrive instead, human warriors wielding greatswords rush from the forest after their swifter elven allies, joining the fray with the bulky, heavily armored Norscan warriors. The sounds of battle fill the night as cries of pain and steel on steel echo abound. The Chaos Sorcerer seems somewhat more pleased when Alice summons her shadowy entity and the small, unassuming creature becomes a larger wolf. "Maybe not all is forasken! The Lords of Chaos send us their champions after all!" Well, unfortunately, not everyone is as happy to see them as the sorcerer. The elves and humans give out numerous shouts of 'daemon' and the like, and arrows fly in their direction. Even Karian, in his power armor draws the attention of the natives. They lump him in with the similarily bulky warriors, but maybe isolate him as their leader due to his immense size, but then there is Ixqor! He looks much more melevolant! He gets a couple arrows to ping off his armor, especially after he barks some orders. "Take them all! Let none escape!" A particularly charismatic elf woman shouts as she rushes from the forest, sword in hand. "If they do, more will return!" Tyravean brandishes her blade and enters battle with the chaos warriors that now surrounded the newcomers. The chaos sorcerer looks over Ixqor. "M-my lord!" He knows not who it is, but he is clearly outmatched by the Chaos Space Marine. "I know not what went wrong!" He then drags the slave he took up and drives a blade into its back. As soon as he does, the slave begins to writhe and change, becoming a pestulent plaguebearer that gurgles and sprouts pustules of virulent poxes. It howls wildly and rushes forth as the other slaves supplicate themselves before Ixqor, the mighty!
Alice Jones	As she dives into the crowd of chaos cultists, Alice frowns. "Hey." she says, striking an oddly distinct pose. Did this become a music video all of a sudden? "I'm nobody's champion. Nice look by the way, pretty metal. More Iron Maiden than Saxon though. Still, even if you've got a sense of style..." she notes, as her Stand rises up from above her once more. "You're clearly more demon than anything else. And well, I've always been more for the songs about badasses gutting demons. So let's get to it." she says, as her Stand lets out a bellow of, "GURAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and starts firing bolts of black flame into the chaos warriors nearby.
Karian Icefang	Karian hears the words and growls. "I am no slave to chaos, filth!" He snaps. The arrows ping off of his armor, but he offers Alden a nod, and he turns to stare at the elves. "Shoot them, not me!" He says. Then, he spots a Plaguebearer. "Deamon!" calls the Wolf Lord. He then charges at the monster, adamantium sword gleaming in the light.
Alden	The digimon is... confused, and hearing the arriving warriors talk about chaos, and 'destroy them' does not help make Alden feel any better, but still, he decides to keep his focus on the more evil looking people, rushing towards the closest of the evil, skull wearing warriors, jumping at the closest one with a powerful roundhouse kick!... it seems he did it too soon at first, but his foot leaves a trail of power that flies forward like a small shockwave, "Garuru kick!".
Ixqor Nathrach	Ixqor Grunts as the slave is transformed into one of Nurgle's ever cheerful pox bringers, having always despised the foul odor they bear, but the ally will serve them well against the local populations. That is, until the wolf lord fancies it as prey, which Ixqor should have expected. It dawns him then, why is he hear. "Wolf Lord! What is the meaning of all this nonsense?" He asks before two arrows knock Ixqor in the shoulder, already staining his new brown robes in thick and rich Astartes blood. He staggers from this, gritting his teeth in pain. "They will pay for this aggression!" Ixqor briefly turned his focus to the sacrifices at his feet. They would serve him well. The snake daemon of Jomungandr would coil once more before Ixqor would give it one command. "Feast Jomungandr!" With that the snake would open it's maw and snatch one of the willing cultists by the head, holding him high in the air as his life essence, and feeding it into Ixqor. It will not stop his bleeding, but it will feed his power. Then he extends his free hand out towards the approaching human warriors and beginning to focus his psychic energy. From his palm then came a flurry of warp energy, in the form of screaming blue and black bolts, filling the skies in front of him with a hail of death. The bolts would kareen off and splinter in the air, chaotically attacking whoever was unlucky enough to fall under the artillery like barrage. "Feel the unquenchable fire of the stars and despair!"
Tyravean	Alice's antics seem to draw an odd bit of respite from the chaos warriors forming up around her. One takes an arrow to the side of his neck and drops to a knee before he breaks it off and bellows angrily. One raises his sword to strike at her before he is awash in flame. He howls and backs off temporarily, but the fire seems to anger the chaos warriors more than injure them... at least for now. They'd be redoubling their efforts as the shadowy daemon turns on them. With Alden not actually going after any of the humans or elves, but instead, the chaos forces, the allied forces seem to warily focus on other targets, at least for now. But, they keep a suspicious eye on him. The Chaos warrior that Alden targets was about to laugh when the wolf seemingly misses, but then he is sent flying onto his back with a grunt, his armor rent. Ixqor had proven himself to be a sorcerer with his strange weapon, which gives the elves a moment to gather themselves. Tyravean interposes herself between him and her forces, and is backed up by several robe-wearing elves. They form shields to try and take down his doom bolts. Their combined strength makes it possible, though one falters and is struck. He is torn apart by the malignant powers of the warp. The plaguebearer, possessed with the power of Nurgle finds the Space Marian named Karian and locks into battle with him. It is not likely strong enough to take down someone like him, but it is soon joined by more as the other sorcerer turns the rest of the slaves into pox-bearing monstrosities.
Karian Icefang	Karian narrows his good eye as he sees more deamons. "Foul things..." He says, blade striking. But then he spots Ixqor and snarls. "I knew I shouldn't have let you live...sorceror." He then opts to charge at the other chaos sorceror, the one who made the deamons appear. " Die in the name of the Emperor!!"
Ixqor Nathrach	"If you aren't aware yet brother, these foolish usupers thought us champions. They -were- our allies! If you acted like it, thi sbattle would be going more smoothly! I'm in this to survive and return to my studies, this battle means nothing to me besides a waste of my efforts!" Ixqor grows weary of this battle already, simply due to the fact that he cares not for which side wins, as long as he is on it. He returned his focus to the Elven wziards who put up some sort of psychic barrier to repel his attacks. "Damnable eldar." He'd curse under his breath before taking a survey of the battle around him. The tides were not in chaos' favor, as all of those summoned by the cultists have decided to aid the attacking humans and elves, which he cannot blame them for. To outsiders, it would be the only sensible option. As in his nature though, it would be simple to change his allegiances. He looked about and spotted the woman surrounded behind chaos warriors and shoved past the unaware cultists, they were in his way. Upon arriviving at the encircling warriors he would raie jomungandr high before striking the chaos warrior, attempting to impale him on the serpent daemon and blade.
Alden	Alden is a bit busy trying to distract the evil looking knights at first, pouncing the fallen person adn smashing his face with one of his metal knuckle wielding fists. He quickly changes his attention as he sees the more unearthly things. He tries to get closer, to offer a hand, and perhaps stop one of the two evil sorcerers!. Still, his first target are the ugly pox carrying things!. He prepares another ranged attack, energy gathering on his paws, before he slashes the air in front of him, creating a large, X shaped energy bolt, "Wolf Claw!", it flies forward quickly and is aimed to slam into closest of the Nurgles, perhaps more than one, depending how... strong they are. This bolt is more of a 'slam/shove things hard enough to push them through a wall' kind, rather than the slicing, or explosive kind. He does have... stronger things, but does not want to have the humans suddenly trying to blast at him as a monster.
Alice Jones	"They're wearing HUMAN SKIN idiot!" Alice calls out, "Like I'm going to work for people who think that my hide is an acceptable fashion statement." she says, as her Stand moves a bit further away from her and begins physically clawing into the chaos warriors. Hey, if fire doesn't work...
Tyravean	Karian's blade strikes true, and one of the plaguebearers is cloven in two, his body hissing a vile vapor that chokes even the warriors of chaos around it, dropping them to their knees as their throats swell and lungs bleed. Thankfully, his helmet would protect him. For now, at least. The foul rot of Nurgle was as persistent as it was pestulent! The sorcerer in question notes Karian's challenge with wide-eyes. "No! Stay back!" The nurglings are unable to stop Karian from charging, but they latch on, their weight potentially dragging him to a halt before the sorcerer fires a single doom bolt at him. He was clearly not as strong as Ixqor. A miracle he had managed this debacle in the first place. The battle was swinging in favor of the assailants, mostly due to surprise and the apparent changing of sides. The Chaos Warrior that Ixqor chose as his target was surprised as any of his brothers when the sorcerer suddenly stabbed him in the back. They paused their assault on Alice, wondering if it was the start of some ritual and he had been chosen as a glorious sacrifice or someting worse had just occured. Was it even possible for one of the chosen to turn his back upon the Chaos Gods? They were baffled! The Knight that Alden had taken down attempts to stab upwards at the mighty wolf, but is too slow, and his helmet crumples beneath the impressive blow with a sickening crunch of bone. However, two more move in to take stabs and swings at him as soon as he releases his so-called 'wolf claw'. The attack causes the plaguebearer to explode like a massive pimple, spewing pus and bile everywhere. However, it stands back up a moment later, its once bloated body now flabby and empty, though quickly refilling with Nurgle's poxes. Any that came into contact with the substance it had released burn as if afflicted by an acidic substance, as shown by two nearby Reiklanders being burned alive. Alice and her Strand fight off the warriors, it seems. She has posed no threat, so she is mostly ignored for the time being, but the warriors fight back with the strand. Their swords lash out, attempting to fell the beast even as it tears at their thick plate armor. Tyravean and her allied forces are suffering losses, but as their knights make another run and the horde of Norscans, they inflict a massive blow. The defecit makes a few of the weaker-willed flee, only to be run down by mounted elves that put arrows in their backs. Tyravean herself dispatches a warrior and begins to rally her soldiers into a more ordered attacking formation. The battle would be over soon.
Karian Icefang	KArian narrows his eye at the incoming doom bolt. He would normally have rolled, but the plaguebearers made it so that he had to take the hit. But, the wolf lord quickly spoke out prayers to his emperor, but also showing to the Reiklanders he was a friendly and priest. But once the doombolt passed, the wolf lord would cut both at the arms of the deamons, and then try to get close to stab the sorceror.
Alice Jones	"Oh, this is just TOO easy!" Alice says, "Come on, at least put up a fight!" she says, as the chaos warriors seem to almost be throwing themselves on her Stand's claws. "It's tedious otherwise!"
Ixqor Nathrach	Ixqor would shove teh warrior off of his blade, the snake daemon having drunk deep of him already. He looked to the startled chaos warriors and leered. "This, is for interupting my destiny." He strikes at one of the other warriors. "This, is for thinking you are worthy of my assistance." He then unleashed a flurry of doombolts into another warrior, his body straining as he converts more and more of his will into power to unleash. "And this! This is for being weak, in the eyes of the Dark Gods!" His hand would reach forward and grasp the nearest warrior by the helm, assuming he was able to. Upon doing so he would begin to fill his hand with warp energies and burn the poor warriors helm with intense heat. "You will not slight me again dribbling!"
Tyravean	Karian spoke of the Emperor? It was nothing the Reiklanders were familiar with and the Elves couldn't care less about the Emperor, they were there to kill the Chaos warriors and end their reign of terror. But it has the requisite effect on the plaguebearers. They shy away from him and his prayers. It opens up the opportunity to get to the sorcerer. He howls in fear as he is cut down by the might warrior. The warriors around the STand keep fighting unsure how to attack something that cannot really be hit. And Ixqor's attempt to burn a warrior's face off is interrupted as everything shifts and falls apart. They are all back where they belong. Alice, in the forest, alone. Karian back in the great hall, and Ixqor, standing over the broken tablet.