So, i thought i would write the magic as Ordam would experience it, like little lights of magic falling away when a spell broke. Osana could see it completely different with her sixth sense. Also, while i have every intention to die horribly i do want to put up a little bit of a fight. lol
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Ordam
Location: Outer Palisades - Castle Courtyard/Throne roomOrdam turned another down another corridor weaving his way through what seemed like a maze towards the keep. He had gone too far, he was sure of that. This passage must have gone underground at some point, there where no windows sunk into the stone walls any longer. There was the smell of earth in the air, mixed in with the ever present decay he had been ignoring. After several minutes he took a more relaxed posture, his sword resting on his shoulder and no longer peering around a corner before turning. This area was empty as far as he could tell. He thought it was strange but not so much stranger than anything else that has been going on so he removed it from him mind. Until he came to a door, a heavy iron door like one that would be built to protect a treasury or throne room during a siege.
He walked up to the door and put his hand on it, lightly, he wanted to shift it and see if it was open. He was in luck, the door moved about an inch before Ordam stopped pushing. "Well" he thought aloud "i guess this is where my quarry waits." Just as his muscles tensed to push the door open again the order "Wait" floated under the door and hit Ordam. He froze for a heartbeat, confused at the order, it couldnt be an order directed at him. The spell dissolved a second after it struck him, too weak to overcome his fortitude. He sneered at the lightly glowing motes of magic at it fell away from him. Spell craft the work of cowards, annoyed he pushed the door hard swinging the heavy iron severl feet open. He glanced quickly over the room, his eyes passing over everything too quickly to catch anything that didnt stand out too harshly. He lowered his sword from his shoulder as he crossed the threshold of the door ready for one of the greedy ghouls to try and tackle him for invading this throne room. He was not prepared for seeing a woman kneeling on the floor with a look a panic etched on her face.
He looked out towards the rest of the room for a moment and could see the mountians of gold and gems, and bones. The thing paralyzing this woman in fear was nowhere to be seen as yet. He took another step into the room moving to the kneeling woman when it happend again, but louder this time. "wait" The voice echoed off the stone walls. Ordam felt what seemed like iron bands constrict around him. He grunted in suprise and pain but kept his feet, he grunted "coward" between short breaths before looking at the woman. Realization sparking in his brain, she was under the same magic he was. Ordam ground his teeth and took a step towards the magic laeden voice. With his step the bands holding him lessened cracking under his will to move and fight. He would not lie down and die like a coward. The bands broke after a few more steps motes of dying magic falling away from him as he shifted and drew his rifle.
Orks and chaos marines? .... I think ima be needing to roll a new character. Lol
oh, and i hope that was cool with you @agentmanatee
Alright, Sorry, Delay. Done.
Guess that means i would have to modify my post too. or totally scrap it.
pyro and i are still working on our colab
Ordam
Location: Outer Palisades - Castle CourtyardOrdam noticed a passage near the statue, and decided to use it rather that start the ghoul raving again. He felt a little more sluggish from his wounds as he rounded the corner carefully with his blade in hand. He knew he couldnt take too much more punishment, not that it really mattered. He couldnt just sit down and wait for his wounds to heal. he would die of thirst or starvation before his wounds fully healed. At least he thought he would. He couldnt remember the last time he had eaten or drank anything nor did he feel hungry or thirsty. He tried to work out how that was possible, but it just didnt make sense. He pondered this while he walked down the empty corridor. That seemed to run along base of the wall towards the keep.
He was alive right? He was sure he had to be, he could bleed, he could feel, he could think. However his wounds didnt pain him like he was sure they should. The gash in his leg should have crippled him and left him with the doctors and priests for weeks. He simply sighed, it didnt make any sense at all, it was a puzzle for a smarter man than he. Ordam rounded a corner turning towards the keep and noticed a small water feature. It was a little basin being filled by a simple pipe jutting from the wall. He walked over to it and examined the water. It didnt flow like water should, staying at the same level even with a steady supply of water flowing into it and no sign that the water was flow out in any way. He grunted at the feature, a strange puzzle he did not care enough to solve. However gazing into the water made him immensly thirsty.
He reached down and dipped his hand into the water, it was cold and crisp, with a small handful of the water he lifted it up and smelled it. It smelled just like water, no obvious contaminants like a corpse in the water source or salts. It was good enough for him, he plunged his face down into the basin and drank until his air ran out. When he pulled his face out of the water he noiced the pipe supplying the water stopped flowing and the basin was not only empty as well, but totally dry. "what sorcery is this?" Ordam muttered to himself. He didnt like the magic but he also felt refreshed, immensely so. Pain had left his body and he felt strong again. He felt under his bandages, The sores where still there, but nothing had ever healed them before so that was not a suprise. However the gash on his leg was nothing more than an old scar now. He took a step back from the basin, "Th- Thats impossible" he said quietly.
It was good to know however, maybe this basin would replenish itself eventually or he would find others around. At least he didnt have to barricade himself somewhere and wait for a few weeks for his body to knit itself back together. He left the basin and walked again towards the keep, but keeping a mental note of the basin so that he could return if need be. The halls where empty save for a few windows overlooking the mass of ghouls fighting over a half dozen coins. Ordam shuddered every time his gaze passed over the mob.
Ga'duk watched the surgery with facination, he had seen battlefield medicine before but it wasnt the same. The Imperial guard medics would staunch the bleeding and get the soldier stabalized enough to make it back to a forward medical station or back to the doctors on a ship. This however was much more methodical, like the Imperial guard medicae doctors he guessed. It was still interesting to watch, even if he didnt have to training to understand their work.
Thorn called him over and whispered a plan to him, however surgeon and subordinate didnt make a ton of sense to him. Surgeon sounded familiar but he wasnt sure what it meant, and subordinate had far too many syllables to be understood. Ga'duk was pretty sure that subordinate was not a real word. He mulled over Thorn's orders, "Charge the main surgeon".. well, that might mean the red marine Medic.. or the black clad robot? He looked over and studied the dread mage and decided it was unlikely as Thorn marched over towards the group of marines. Ok, but he still wasnt sure who to charge, Azazel was the likely choice as the one in charge. While Thorn argued with the marines Ga'duk tried to decifer the second part of the order.
Sub-ohr-did-nate... No definately not a real word. Thorn was probably screwing with him, Which was fine. It always happened, soldiers and commanding officers often messed with Ogryn because they are just "big n' dumb" and there for easily screwed with. However the ogryn's puzzlement was broken when he heard Thorn shout 'Now' and execute a very impresseve series of movements that brought the marine holding him under Thorn's control. He wondered what was supposed to happen next, Thorn was out numbered and the other marines would kill him soon if something else didnt come help him....
Oh, Right. It wasnt long but approximately a heart beat passed before the cogs in the ogryn's mind all caught up. Charge the main surgeon... Probably Azazel, the rest he would have to confer with Thorn about. He leaned forward and pumped his legs getting his hundreds of pound moving at a speed that would not have won any races, but his momentum was enough to damage small vehicles, and space marines. He noticed a marine between him and Azazel, which was less than helpful. So he bowled through the marine as he prepared to do something horrible to the robot marine or Thorn. Ga'duk's shoulder connected with the marine's breast plate. He also swung his arm batting the marine into the wall of the medical room smashing and deforming shelves and drawers in a roughly marine shape. He lashed out with his leg trying to kick Azazel down, just as the marine turned to square off with the Ogryn.
Ga'duk's boot hit the marine square in the chest launching him back several feet. At the same moment the boot connected there was a sharp report from a bolt pistol he didnt notice that slammed into his leg and tore a sizeable bit of muscle to sloppy gore. However the explosive charge was a dud because, as everyone knows, the Emperor Protects. Even with the shell being a dud it weakened the Ogryn and the leg gave out under his considerable weight. The marine was prepared for the kick and managed to absorb the force and simply slide evenly back across the metal floor, keeping his feet and training the bolt pistol at the Ogryn.
Ga'duk simply stared the marine down with an expression of barely contained fury. Not only the rage carefully crafted by the Imperial Guard, but a more primal and savage one. One that would be easily recognized had anyone seen a Khornate Berzerker. This was the same fury but restrained by a sane, if simple, mind. The taint of chaos was slowly infecting the Ogryn, a largely unshielded mind surrounded by heretics and xenos artefacts where having its affect. Perhaps this fresh corruption could be cultivated.
Thorn called him over and whispered a plan to him, however surgeon and subordinate didnt make a ton of sense to him. Surgeon sounded familiar but he wasnt sure what it meant, and subordinate had far too many syllables to be understood. Ga'duk was pretty sure that subordinate was not a real word. He mulled over Thorn's orders, "Charge the main surgeon".. well, that might mean the red marine Medic.. or the black clad robot? He looked over and studied the dread mage and decided it was unlikely as Thorn marched over towards the group of marines. Ok, but he still wasnt sure who to charge, Azazel was the likely choice as the one in charge. While Thorn argued with the marines Ga'duk tried to decifer the second part of the order.
Sub-ohr-did-nate... No definately not a real word. Thorn was probably screwing with him, Which was fine. It always happened, soldiers and commanding officers often messed with Ogryn because they are just "big n' dumb" and there for easily screwed with. However the ogryn's puzzlement was broken when he heard Thorn shout 'Now' and execute a very impresseve series of movements that brought the marine holding him under Thorn's control. He wondered what was supposed to happen next, Thorn was out numbered and the other marines would kill him soon if something else didnt come help him....
Oh, Right. It wasnt long but approximately a heart beat passed before the cogs in the ogryn's mind all caught up. Charge the main surgeon... Probably Azazel, the rest he would have to confer with Thorn about. He leaned forward and pumped his legs getting his hundreds of pound moving at a speed that would not have won any races, but his momentum was enough to damage small vehicles, and space marines. He noticed a marine between him and Azazel, which was less than helpful. So he bowled through the marine as he prepared to do something horrible to the robot marine or Thorn. Ga'duk's shoulder connected with the marine's breast plate. He also swung his arm batting the marine into the wall of the medical room smashing and deforming shelves and drawers in a roughly marine shape. He lashed out with his leg trying to kick Azazel down, just as the marine turned to square off with the Ogryn.
Ga'duk's boot hit the marine square in the chest launching him back several feet. At the same moment the boot connected there was a sharp report from a bolt pistol he didnt notice that slammed into his leg and tore a sizeable bit of muscle to sloppy gore. However the explosive charge was a dud because, as everyone knows, the Emperor Protects. Even with the shell being a dud it weakened the Ogryn and the leg gave out under his considerable weight. The marine was prepared for the kick and managed to absorb the force and simply slide evenly back across the metal floor, keeping his feet and training the bolt pistol at the Ogryn.
Ga'duk simply stared the marine down with an expression of barely contained fury. Not only the rage carefully crafted by the Imperial Guard, but a more primal and savage one. One that would be easily recognized had anyone seen a Khornate Berzerker. This was the same fury but restrained by a sane, if simple, mind. The taint of chaos was slowly infecting the Ogryn, a largely unshielded mind surrounded by heretics and xenos artefacts where having its affect. Perhaps this fresh corruption could be cultivated.
No! do go manatee! i wanna know what the crazed medic does
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