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Bloodshed and Betrayal, 40k

Once everyone had finished introducing themselves, Faust stood back up and clapped his hands. "Thank you all, for the introductions. Momentarily you will feel us departing. The journey will take a few days, but I believe you all will find an adequate chapel, library, and training rooms to suit your needs. In a few minutes dinner shall be served." With that, Faust leaned forward into a small, polite bow, and departed the room. The Marine Syrus stood up, and departed after him, not waiting on the food, and returning to the forge.

After a few minutes, a physical shift in the ship's gravity could be felt momentarily as it started it's journey. A short while after, a loud pop could be heard be all aboard, as the geller fields activated, and with one last gut wrenching lurch, the ship was jumping through warp space. Roughly fifteen minutes afterwards, several servitors shuffled in, with hands full of platters of food. It was a feast for a normal man, and a meal for the astartes. Various greens and vegetables on platters, grox. Pitchers of water and wine, although the astartes augmentations made getting drunk fairly difficult. When the plates were all placed, the servitors would shuffle away.

During the meeting, Arkhas would give each marine their due respect. He said nothing to them all. Founding chapters for the most part, but the Blood Ravens were new to him. The Space Sharks themselves were an ancient chapter, second founding, but they had been on a crusade their entire existence. Arkhas has fought a great many an enemy who had not even heard of the Emperor yet, nor did the Imperium know of them. Civilizations trying to reach the stars meeting giants clad in armor smiting them before their prime. As such, his chapter was not known to many.

When the captain had left, the ship had departed, and the food was brought in, Arkhas would finally remove his helmet. His skin was white, his eyes deep, and black. No iris or whites, only pupils. The skin on his face was drawn tight against his cheek bones, and his jet black hair was short and cropped. With his pursed lips, he looked like the avatar of death, a literal skull for a head. He knew that the other marines may be shocked by how inhuman he looked, by they would get over it, or they wouldn't, and it did not matter to him. Arkhas simply reached forward, and grabbed a plate. He took several slices of Grox, rare, and placed them on his plate. He took some of the vegetables as well, and started to eat. He figured he should try to bond with the marines in some way, although in truth he did not desire their companionship. Only their loyalty, and compliance.

Between bites of the animal, with blood running down his chin from the rare meat, he asked the only question he could think of to bond with. "What is the largest thing you've killed? Myself? A Tyranid. One of those hive mind ones, that lead the hordes. Giant monster, standing maybe 18 feet tall." Arkhas drank down a glass of wine, before continuing. "Took my arm, when I thought I had finally bested it. I had done everything right. Parried and dodged. Opened up it's stomach with my sword, and it lunged, and took my arm. I remember it hit me in the shoulder, pinned me down. Leaned down, screaming in my face. I stabbed it in the head." Arkhas looked around at them all. "Closest I've come to death."

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"Your peoples have ever been a fickle lot. If Prince Thrandel paid more attention to the changing landscape of a battle, than he did the sweet taste of wine, and the beauty of Elven whores, I dare say my Baalor campaign could well have gone differently. Still, your company is appreciated all the same – I hope you have no misgivings towards me? It’s not that I wanted a war with Nillanor, it’s just, well, you long lived fellows hold grudges for a great period of time.” As the prince spoke, Kyrtaar felt rage boil to the surface, but the prince turned it into a sort of compliment towards the middle, and a statement on the youth of man at the end. Kyrtaar jokingly replied. "But to the children of the earth, a mere century feels like a long period of time."

Kyrtaar would follow the group through the hallway, until in a rather surprising instant, the minotaur yelled something about an ambush, and burst through a wall, and into a small army. The sun shone through the hole, blinding him for a few seconds. The Lizard, bug, joined him in the melee and the prince followed. The Half elf and Dark elf both started fighting stragglers. Kyrtaar simply followed out, walking. He stood in the sun, and raised his arms, smiling. He felt the warmth of the sun on his skin, and drank it deep in, absorbing the powers of the cosmos. For several seconds he just stood in the middle of the battle.

He saw the men approaching him to kill him before he opened his eyes. He ducked right as a man lunged with a sword. He opened his eyes, which had taken back to glowing. Kyrtaar shot the man in the side with Eldritch energies, killing him. He felt invincible. His body was reinforced with the energies, granting him additional strength and speed. Kyrtaar walked towards the next man, drawing his sword. He parried the first blow, side stepped the follow through before the man had started to swing, and brought his own blade down on the man's shoulder, driving it deep into the man's chest in a downward blow. He wrenched it free, and approached the next man.

Each other blink was a vision of what was the come, and Kyrtaar used it to devastating effect, killing a half dozen men in melee without even being touched himself. Kyrtaar felt like a literal god walking among mortals, killing each with impunity, but it was not to last. He dropped to a knee, an arrow whizzing over his head. He turned, striking the man in the chest from 40 yards with a blast, knocking him off his feet. He didn't see the second arrow, which hit him in the back of his left shoulder. The leather vest, and his reinforced body stopped the projectile from actually making it through his body, but the wound was still excruciating. Kyrtaar dropped his sword, and smote the man where he stood with his powerful Eldritch attack. Kyrtaar struggled to one handedly put his longsword away, but managed it.

He looked around, seeing the battle unfold. The Minotaur was going to be overwhelmed, along with the bug and lizard. The prince could barely handle two guards, but was rescued by the half elf who then managed to get stuck under a dead body. They were as good as dead. Kyrtaar figured he could take out another dozen or so, but even with the pressure of the cosmos bearing down on him, he was still a wounded, malnourished, dehydrated being. His newfound energy under the sun was a temporary cure.

Kyrtaar would not die on his knees though, and stood up, to blast a charging swordsman off his feet. He left arm hurt too much to move, so he was only slinging off his blasts with his right hand. A rain of arrows would then come down on the guards, as horse archers came cresting over a hill. Kyrtaar knew not who they were, but knew that the enemy of his enemy was most likely not going to kill him right now, and he took off towards the horse archers, running, and panting heavily from all the stress of his wound, and lack of actual energy. When he would got to the horses, he would breathlessly say "Hey! I'm... Kyr...taar, helped.... prince escape"

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I mean it would have been crazy lol. That was in between games on league too, so it'd have been like "Kyrtaar ran foward and used his ultimate crowstorm and got a penta kill. He typed /all "This isn't even my final form" and ran off cackling into the jungle, a harbinger of the drunken cosmos also glowing green eyes.

But for realsies, I'm typing my post now

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I got drunk can't post until.tomorrpw

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I won't actually be able to post until tonight, but the synopsis is; Kyrtaar walks outside, absorbs sunlight for a few seconds, blasts some doods, and high tails it.

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At this point, the damage is done, take it as a lesson learned, I suppose. Multiple people would have to rewrite their posts and it'd take a few days probably for each one to chain edit their post.

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Oh, we posted simultaneously haha. I'll work on a kyrtaar post soon.

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I mean. I want to post about kyrtaar getting out in the sunlight, feelin good, and using his powers again, but I'm holding off on posting until we either come to the conclusion that the fight be left as it is, or toned down. I personally think the numbers should be toned down.

As for steel fist diversion, I kinda thought he meant he was going to stay in the dungeon, collapse a tunnel, and then follow us later. Not tear ass out of a wall into an army

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I agree. In the dungeon, it's believable, to an extent. They can't bring like an entire army on us there, but even then, we were getting excessive. Additionally most of us have self inflicted ourselves with various injuries and debilitating effects, and have played that way. The minotaur is bordering on God mod. What injuries he describes do nothing, and he's basically killed an entire army on his own, while we're at kill counts under 10. I'm not saying all the guards need to be killing machines, and I understand we're all supposed to be above average power level, but we're all escaping from prison under fed, tired, thirsty, and wounded.

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It's not my thread or call to make but it's the impression I'm getting