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After the breakdown of peace talks with Dante's Neo Sephrioth, security in Slaytanicca was at an all-time high. They couldn't afford the loss of another carrier group, or a repeat of that near-cataclysmic incident at the Southscale nuclear power plant last November. Trade had entirely stopped with Neo Sephrioth, and travellers from that nation were subject to fairly embarrassing but necessary procedures at the airport.

Gorevomit sat alone in his office. Everyone else in the building had gone home, except for the night guards, yet he still had unfinished buisiness. Idly he toyed with the whiskey glass on his table, drawing little circles with the base, debating filling it up now or waiting 'till he'd finished drafting the communique to the Navy. A carrier was due to leave for Neo Sephrioth the next morning.

He wrinked his mouth at the phone flashing on his desk. Who the fuck.. lightly agitated, he took the battered, nicotine-stained thing from it's cradle and tapped in his security code.

"Hi, Jack "Bonethresh" Svensson, Tikmasonic Universtiy. Head of Occult Studies. I trust you are well, Gorevomit."

"Um, not bad man, you know how it is at the moment... are you good?"

"Fine. Sorry to bother you, Jeff. I asked to see you?"

Jeff's eyes rolled to the corner of the room as his memory cranked away. Yes, he remembered. With all this shit going on he'd completely forgotten to get back to him. Strangely, he found it hard to believe a meeting with an Occultist could be as urgent as the man had made out.

"I believe you did. I'm sorry I've not got back to you Jack, there's been a metric fuckload going on here and -"

"That's fine. Could I see you now?"

"But.. you're not in Darkheim then?"

"I drove down this morning. I'll be at your office in two hours."

Fuck it, thought Jeff. He was nearly finished here. Talking with the man about his silly field of study would be a rather nice diversion.

"I'm finished, more or less. I'll sort it out with security, and book us a table."

That should shut him up at least, he thought, rather unkindly.


After a rather lengthy interrogation from the Doomspitter-wielding guard, Jack was greeted by the Prime Minister.

"Hi, sorry it's taken so long to arrange this good man. Should we take yours or mine?"

Jack looked back to his station wagon, now swarming with guards sweeping for bombs and bugs.

"I have some documents you need to-"

"My pleasure." A guard handed Jack the thick envelope.

Jeff smiled at the man's surprised expression. "Security's a few notches higher than when you were last here, I imagine. Let's take mine." He lead him to a VW van, and opened the back for him.


As the black diplomatic van rolled off toward the Meat Grinder, Slaytanicca's premiere grindcore bar and club, Jack pulled a sheet from his envelope and got down to buisiness.

"I came to you directly because you've met Dante. We all saw that display on the news, but you saw it with your own eyes."

Jeff grimaced. Dante had frankly lost it during the peace conference, one of the reasons it had come to such an abrupt end. One of the reasons, he mused, such a young boy should not be put in charge of a nation of millions..

"I've been perusing" Jack continued "various public information over the weeks since. When I studied some housing records I believe I found something of grave import."

He handed Gorevomit a map of the Slaytaniccan capital. Various buildings had been ringed in red, then marked precisely with a cross.

"And..?"

"The crosses mark aprroximately half of the buildings rented by Sephrion nationals in this city. Many have begun their leases only recently. A few of the previous owners departed in.. suspicious circumstances. Look at this."

He handed the PM a photocopy, clearly by it's nature from an old manuscript.

"Yes?"

"Sorry." Jack gave something verging on a half-smile, and rotated it about 200 degrees right about the normal of the paper.

"Woah."

The manuscript depicted a symbol of sorts. Points had been marked with further small symbols, flowery text in some ancient language beside them. The points, remarkably, coincided with the crosses on Jack's map.

"Think of this as a target of sorts. A focus for a spell. Such symbols have repeatedly appeared in many historic natural disasters, particularly in the Middle East."

"What the fuck are you suggesting, dude?"

"Here."

A sheet of heavenly bodies, scientific data. An entry had been ringed in red.

"Holy fuck!"

"We.. I believe they are trying to pull this to Slaytanicca, Jeff."

Jeff scratched his chin. His scepticism was unmoved, but after Dante's behaviour he could not doubt it was at least what the Sephrions intended to do. Why the fuck hadn't he listened to this man before?

"So, the meterorite has changed course due to unknown factors. It's too small. It'll burn up."

"I don't expect you to believe this, but I think they'll shield it."

"Magic?"

"Yes. Or a summoned entity."

"Well, first things first. We should blow the meterorite up, and investigate into the residences so we can arrest the Sephrions."

"I really wouldn't. They'll have contingencies."

"Magic?" The sarcastic reply was unwarranted. Magic or not, Jeff realised they would have mundane contingencies which would make hasty action catastrophic. "Sorry.."

"Not at all. But you must realise it's a bad idea to take this any faster than necessary. They'll be watching those men, and that meteorite, and whether you believe they can retaliate with supernatural force or not.."

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I need a drink.."

Gorevomit trailed off as the van pulled up to the club.




OOC: this is done as a result of a few TGs and these posts heer (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7736145&postcount=59) and here oh wait no hear (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=383023). Idon't want to sound unkind Seph but I feel I must be blunt. Slaytanicca is for all intents and purposes a non-magical kingdom. No D&D-style magic. Vampires are more into solitude and cemetaries than trenchcoats and conference rooms, call me a traditionalist. Like I said, I'd love to do an occult RP with you, but being occult it has to be sort of quiet. No flashy lights or magic duels in the street. Sort of a side RP from the actual war, with no proof or consequence (well, there could be major consequence if this meteorite hits, but no proof.) Also I've never played FF (well a demo, and I watched a mate play it on his Playstation once or twice) so you'll have to help me there. Basically if you want magic as a cheap substitute for technology and especially nukes I'm not in, OK?

That slightly arsey sounding disclaimer aside, I'm really looking forward to this and I hope we both get a good laugh out of it!

PS: the Middle East was mentioned because of Biblical / Lovecraftian shit. Nothing to do with the current horrors happening there. Sorry if I offended.

Comments welcome (unless you're here to flame Seph)

BUMP for comments

Aaa-aand another

OOC: a magical rp?

OOC: Um, sort of. Sephrioth's idea. I think it could work quite well.

OOC:Bring up my post..
please..

Hello everyone.

I'm new here. My state is called Gustavie.

Greetz Gust

It sounds like it could be a very good RP.

It would be quite the war too,If you got several people on each side, Or so.

OOC:

Thanks for the kind comments, I really appreciate them.
Greets Gustavie, probably you don't realise how much this game will soon dominate your life :D
My post could have done with a little more thought, and I've got a horrible feeling it will end in disaster for someone.. gah. Oh well Sephrioth, Bringeth It On :D

Heh,hes right Gustavie, this game is quite fun. ;)

Edit: I look forward to being part somewhere in this RP,It'll be the first one ive joined on NS.

OOC: Cool, thanks for the interest man! Drop in whenever you want, it's pretty much open.

OOC: Yeah,I'll probably wait until somebody else posts though. So i can build off it.

OOC: Once seph responds ill respond. I hoping to be apart of this rp.

OOC: Cool, thanks Zack. You're more than welcome to join on either side.

dante drew runes around him self telle nova meteor telll nova meteor slaytanica.

OOC: unless you happen to have a cell phone,or are near a phone I could call,I cant join yet and do my idea, Slaytannicca.

edit: So u guys know,im a psionic user. Telekinesis,Telepathy,Pyrokinesis,Cryokinesis,Empathy,Psi balls,Remote Viewing,Shields, and Constructs.
Things that deal with psi energy.

you may join my side destro

Hmm... choices....choices...Nah,im stayin with slaytannicca :D But thanks for the offer. ;)

ooc too bad my 18 nazgul will crush you.
dante had been chanting for a week nonstopthe meteor was ready his iron will stoped it from impacing.

Nazgul?...lol, Dont under-estimate Psi.

they can not die they are tied to the one rigng and it's dantes. 9 horse monted nazgul set out for destro 9 dragonmonted ones set out for slayanicca.

OOC: Uh, Just a note. I havnt actually joined yet. So you wouldnt actually know im helping him yet. and besides that,you have to wait for him to post too. you posted,now he has too,then I will.

OOC: *sigh* Hope somebody posts soon... Oh well...Made my own signature :D

The occultist checked the address for the third time from the card Gorevomit had given him. The place certainly looked like a government office, with its razorwire and guards, but just imposing enough for him to triple check. Nervously he got out of his vehicle.

"Bonethresh?"

He smiled nervously at the armed man. "Yes.."

"Greetings Sir, we've been expecting you. We'll check your papers if we may, and get you inside. A guard will take your car."

Jack handed the man his identification, and let the man quickly frisk him before folowing him inside. The terrifying structure, if anything, underplayed the security here. The place was a fortress in every respect. He was marched through countless security points and killing fields as he slowly journeyed deeper underground. The Slaytaniccan military obviously liked their defence in depth.

"Nuclear bunker" the guard grinned like a kid showing off a toy. "The facade's bombproof, too."

After the meeting with Gorevomit the previous evening he'd been asked to act as advisor to the operation. While no-one believed the Sephrions were capable of such a feat as he'd implied, it seemed prudent to learn as much as possible of what they were attempting. This was his sole purpose in the operation, and he'd been told this on no uncertain terms. Respectfully, of course - one didn't become a director of one of the most respected universities in Slaytanicca by believing every bit of crap one read, as was understood by all involved. But told nontheless. Any scrying, spectral evidence or predicted supernatural catastrophe would be treated with distain.

The common belief, it was apparent, was that the Sephrions had somehow towed the meteorite and had set this up as a huge unholy propaganda stunt. Certainly similar things of a far smaller scale had happened in Slaytanicca; the Church of Diabolical Order was not adverse to such tactics, for one. Even Gorevomit, having seen the conviction in Dante's eyes, believed the kid was an unwitting pawn in a theocratic powergame. Small quantities of lysergide administered daily, he had mused after a couple of whiskeys, and a few jussives subliminally pumped into his bedchambers..

The meteor had changed course suddenly, as if moved by a hand of awesome power. Even a field effect device of unprecidented capabilities couldn't have had such an instant effect, even with the high ferride content of the rock. Jack Svensson was still unconvinced. And the fact remained that such a feat would not be undertaken if the thing was just to burn up in the atmosphere. So far, however, nothing had been detected.

As he mused whilst chatting blandly to the guard, an impetous seemed to move through the building. Men and women began running around with printouts, yelling from room to room, and furiously making phonecalls. Had Jack been in the loop, he'd have known a secret Sephrion project had just been detected. A 'black hole', defying all imaging had left Neo Sephrioth and was moving towards Slaytanicca at under Mach 1. ABMs were being prepared, and the carrier group "Hell on Earth" heading for Sephrion waters had been diverted in an attempt to intercept.

OOC: That's your Nazgul dude : )

EDiT: Hey Destro, you might already know this but if you want to make those links in your sig clickable use [ url] [ /url] (without the spaces of course)

OOC: thanks,I guess i wasnt really looking for something like that at the time though.

edit: lol,my post isnt big as yours,but atleast its bigger than dantes! :D 2nd place!!! :p

*Destro had recently moved from Planet Nemesis,the suns twin,to a place on earth,so he could be near other people,and he had moved to a specific region called The Axis Of Apathy,and had already spoken some with a couple other nations that were there. One of them was slaytannicca. But on the move from Nemesis,Destro noticed a very large object,a meteorite, was redirected using ancient magic,towards slaytannicca. Destro was able to reach earth first,using fast bursts of jumping through time and space,using psi. He then moved to the Axis Of Apathy,to see what he could do there,and if he could be of any help. Destro had just sat down at his desk,and he picked up the phone on the desk,and called Gorevomits cellphone. (If ya dont have one,I just call your office.)

The meteor was thirty hours from Slaytanicca on it's current course, although there was no reason to believe it would retain it. A single Ironwang with a 500kT device had been launched, in the hope that, if it didn't destroy it, it would at least force the Sephrions to play their hand.

Jeff answered his phone with a rather tired "Hello? Prime Minister's office"

OOC: He doesn't have a cellphone, there's a satalite phone in all diplomatic vehicles though. While they don't exactly give the number out I'm sure you could acquire it ;)

tag for interest

OOC:Oh ok,andyeah,I probably could acquire it :D

*Destro spoke into the phone "Hello Gorevomit. I dont know if you've noticed yet,but there seems to be a rather large meteorite in space that changed course when I moved into the region. Its heading for you. I thought i'd tell you just incase you havnt noticed yet. And I was also wondering if I could help in any way? As you know I use psi. I beleive their are several choices. I think we could 1. disintigrate it,by seperating all the molecules,or make it smaller. 2. redirect it using telekinesis. 3. Turn it into ice using cryokinesis,and then melt it using pyrokinesis. 4. Materialize an object(like another meteorite) and send it at the meteorite,to send it back into space." Destro then took a few quick breaths,as he said that very quickly in a few breaths. He now waiting for the reply.*

Jeff groaned inwardly. How the fuck had this nutjob gotten his number? A glance at the dialer number made him straighten up, however. This was apparently a secure call from the president of Destro5000, Destro himself. He frowned a little, unsure how to handle this rather bizarre turn of events.

"Sir, firstly it's a pleasure to hear from you. I believe correspondance between us has been long overdue." He paused. "We are humbly grateful for your offer of aid. Your suggestions, I'll be frank, seem a little.. unconventional. Right now, of course, we're happy to try anything. We give you full blessing to try anything you can. Pardon my lapse of concentration, I'm awfully stressed and tired as you can imagine and some pillock has turned the heating up too high in here. Perhaps you would remind me of your suggestions, Sir?" In truth, he hadn't listened past the word 'psi'.

He intently took note as Destro patiently reiterated.

"As for your second suggestion, the meteor currently has a pretty awesome amount kinetic energy. Would this still be feasible?"

*Destro repeats each of the suggestions,slower this time,beginning with "Sorry if I happened to annoy you in any way. Telepathic. 1. disintigrate it,by seperating all the molecules,or make it smaller. 2. redirect it using telekinesis. 3. Turn it into ice using cryokinesis,and then melt it using pyrokinesis. 4. Materialize an object and send it at the meteorite,to send it back into space." Destro then takes a breath,and the sound of destro drinking something is heard. "Yes,the second option is still possible,I and my army would simply have to bring some of the energy out. In other terms,we would use the energy of the meteorite to redirect itself,making it weaker while moving it. By the way,did you know that Dante has sent 9 creatures to you,and 9 to me,I have no idea what though. The creatures dont have minds,so I cant find out what they are doing."*

Jeff's jaw dropped. It was impressive enough the man knew of the new threat to come from Neo Sephrioth, but creatures?

"Sir, whatever they've sent it's defying all imaging, and we've not been able to get a visual on it. Or them, as you've said. Our carrier should be intercepting it later this morning. We'll send you pictures when we have them, but for the moment we're assuming it's a super-stealth weapon of some kind. Possibly a missile we imagine, but it's going far too fucking slow.

"With respect to the telekinesis, I thank you dearly. Your efforts will be greatly appreciated. Is there anything or nation can do for yours in return for such aid? I would advise you to save your efforts until confirmation has been made of the faliure of our missile - it should hit the thing within the hour. And we still don't know why the hell Dante's attacking us. We believe it may be a mere propaganda stunt, especially with these new developments.."

OOC: Tag. Maybe some Chronosian Sorcerers would be helpful.
Also, how did Seph get Nazgul? Did he Rp forging rings of power?

"The creatures are called nazgul. I have already dealt with the ones that came for me,they came on horses. I flung them back into Neo Sephrioth using telekinesis. The ones after you are dragon mounted. I do not beleive any thanks is needed,as the meteorite would also damage most of the nations in the region. He is attacking you,and I,because he knows that I am helping you,and he wants to keep us busy. I will need to send over some of my army and myself,for the telekinesis to be truly effective. Do I have your permission? If I dont,I can still re-direct the meteorite,but it would be harder at this angle."

"Sir, you are invited to do whatever you deem necessary short of harming my citizens. Any help we can offer you would of course be gratefully given."



OOC: Sorry dude, there's people round here and I don't know how much more I can post tonight. Cheers though!

Chronosia, thanks for the interest dude! You're welcome to join, this is pretty much open. I don't think Seph RPed forging the rings he claims to have, but he announced going magic-MT (shortly after attacking my nation I must say)
I'm strictly post-modern but I said I'd do this as long as it didn't get too wild with teh fireballs : )

Chronos sensed it; even as his ship moved through the void; the power flowing from occultish energies; unfocussed; untapped; fools playing at magick. They knew nothing of sorcery or shadow; nothing...

"Open a channel to the region where the energy is focussed."

"Aye lord, Channel open"

"I am Chronos, Sorceror of Tzeentch, wielder of the dark flames, Lord of the infernal arts. I sense power, great power....Not from you, but coming for you. I can help you..." A hissing cackle.

"I can help you fight back the shadow. For a price"

"What the fuck? Did you do that, dude?" Jeff gasped down the phone to Destro, completely forgetting his manners.

*"Okay. I and my troops will be over shortly. Just tell your gaurds that I have permission to be there.And no sir,I did not." After that,Destro hung up and immiedetly gave the order for a small part of his army(5 thousand psi-users) to be mobilized into slaytannicca,around the office building that Gorevomit was in during the phone call. The troops moved quickly,using telekinesis to move themselves over the ground fast,and they were there in 3 hours,Destro knocked on the front door of the building after all his troops were formed around the building in a circle.

OOC:Yeah,No problem,I was gonna go play HL2 anyway :D and I think we should give dante a chance to post now. Btw,I may post a pic of what my guy looks like if i can find a suitable one.

"Woah" breathed Gorevomit, putting the phone down. A theocracy was one thing to deal with, a nation which claimed to wield psi powers was totally unprecidented. And what the hell had been with that voice? He needed sleep, as usual. No, he needed a drink. He filled the tumbler on his desk to the brim, and tapped a cigarrette out of the adjacent pack..


OOC: My guy doesn't actually believe the psi powers can help at all, but he's ever the diplomat. Chronosia, thanks mate, my guy's in such a mood he may actually reply to the voices : )

OOC: Heh. Nice.

*Destro knew that Gorevomit didnt beleive,but would he give him quite a show. Yes,yes he would. Destro knocked on the front door again,a bit louder again,wondering if a gaurd or someone was going to come answer,or would he have to blow the door off its hinges. A bit farther back the 5 thousand troops had already started taking in energy from the meteor,some of the troops starting to glow blue-ish white from the energy within their hands. Destro was glowing slightly too,but an even brighter white. Destro kept most of his power hidden.*

OOC: I don't know how to deal with this, we'd have to fork the timeline slightly as I'm waiting for Chronosia on one side (my guy might take him up on his offer) and Seph for the missile which will hit, but undoubtably fail (and change a lot on my end regarding how the issue is being dealt with). Would that be okay?

OOC:Sure,Lets just pretend that I dont knock until you intercept the nazgul. and throughout the time,you time with chronos.

A ship dropped out of orbit and landed near the Slaytannican headquarters.
The doors opened and from it strode Chronos; the Sorceror Lord, Servant fo Tzeentch, Primarch of the Imperium; flanked by Sorceror's loyal to him alone.
He moved forward and made his way to Jeff, bowing formerly; an intimidating figure in his dark power armor.
"We have come...And we will aid you; if you tell us what has transpired...Then you shall hear our price"

OOC: Ok, sure dude that sounds good. I'll assume Jeff has been communing with Chronos, after putting the contingencies in play since the missile didn't work, and take it from there..

OOC: Yup,Anyways,Ima go play HL2 now...seeya later/tomarrow/sometime

OOC: Cheers man, goodnight and thanks for joining the RP!

IC:

Jeff was stil afloat in the sea of stars, without form or substance and bathing in tranquil blackness when the pounding began. He asked Chronos for guidance but Chronos didn't reply. Besides, this was vastly different from the sounds he had heard in this place. More compelling, more integral to his being.. he felt himself being pulled backward, the stars spiralling infront of him..

His head snapped round to see the guard burst the door open. "Jeff? Are you OK? I've been knocking for nearly five minutes now.."

"Yes, quite alright. Sorry for keeping you this long, I seemed to slip off there."

"I don't blame you man." The guard's eyes bulged in wonder at the man who regularly slept once or twice a week in such deadly times. "Jeff there's people here demanding to see you. Some.. five thousand. We prepared to open fire but they identified themselves as from Destro5000, we've run the checks and found no reason to doubt them as of yet. A wonder they arrived so goddamn quick.."

Jeff looked at the clock on his computer.. so, he'd been asleep for the best part of an hour. Amazing he hadn't been woken already.

"Please, send Destro up, and get the soldiers off the streets. Give them anything they need, if you would."

"Sure. I know you said they'd be here today, we expected to meet them at the airport and had a runway reserved just for them. I gather this isn't a diplomatic visit.."

Gorevomit was now truly shaken. He had really spoken to this man? He really should get a little more sleep.. He bowed in return, then spoke rapidly, on autopilot with little connection between mouth and intellect whilst the rest of his consciousness recoiled in horror.

"Greetings Lord Chronos, I must thank you dearly for coming here in our time of need. We can certainly tell you all we know, and compensate you for your journey and time; however, I am wary of making bargains I cannot hope to honour, and would humbly wish to know at least the nature of your price before I gratefully take your offer."


OOC: I'm assuming a few things here:
1. We talked before (although we can skip that for flow)
2. My guards led you inside and Jeff didn't see the spaceship
3. When you said 'channel' before I was thinking sorceror and totally forgot you were FT, and hence screwed up the whole thing.. I can change the lot if you want but it's kind of an impressive display of power as it is :)
Is that OK man?

OOC: Sure, no problem :)

IC:

Chronos smirked, watching the man before stepping forward; a near palpable aura of power surrounding him.
"The price is always dependent upon the circumstance. You will tell me what has come to pass; and, once the deed is done, I shall tell you of our price" He smirked, lips curling over sharpened teeth; eyes sparkling with predatorial glee.
"Now..Shall we begin?"

*The door destro had been knocking on was answered by a gaurd,and they talked for a little,and the gaurd ran some checks. Then the gaurd went to see the prime minister for about 5 minutes,Then came back,saying that Destro could come in and speak to Gorevomit. The troops were offered things,food and shelter,but they stayed outside,continuing to gather more energy from the meteorite,it starting to slow down quite a bit,adding 2 hours to the time they had left.But the troops did accept some food. Destro walked to gorevomits office with the gaurd,the gaurd slightly staring at Destro,probably wondering why he was giving off light. Destro walked into Gorevomits office and the gaurd left,Destro closed the door using telekinesis,the door glowing white for a few seconds after it closed. Then Destro made some molecules form together,making an exact duplicate of the chair Gorevomit was sitting in,and Destro locked the atoms together,making the entity become reality. Then he sat in it,and said "Hello. How are things?"*

OOC: Sorry bout not posting last night again,after i got finished playing HL2 i was gonna but my mother was being a tard and shut my comp off.

OOC back of holiday
ic the nine dragon nazgul attack slatanicas carrer group

OOC: Dudes I'm deadly fucking sorry, RL shit I should have done months ago (but was playing NS hahah) has finally caught up. I'll post irregularly for the next few days, will be back to normal soon though.

Seph, good one mate but would you mind modifying it slightly? We're trying to intercept your Nazgul, I don't want to be anal but I think 'Hell on Earth' with it's MiG-29s could get to them before they hit the coast. Would you mind pwning my fighters first, or should we say they slipped by (we'd try and ABM them before they got to Slaytanicca BTW) I know you want to say 'cut the crap dude, my Nazgul are invincible', well, maybe they are but I thought the point of RP was a mutual storytelling. Dude did you ever play D&D with mates as a kid? Very different to them computer RPGs man. This is sort of like that, AFAIK at least.

Hmm, with the time I put into that and a bit more effort I could have posted. Doh. I'll try to do something now.

Gorevomit to Destro

Govevomit blinked a little at the chair he was sure had just appeared infront of his eyes. God he needed to get to bed.

"Bad, Destro. Sorry Sir, my manners are on some other plane right now. I'm glad you at least found yourself a seat.

"I'm terribly grateful for your arrival. It seems the Sephrions have aquired themselves some technology of unprecidented power. We initially laughed off their declaration; now Sir, it appears we are fucked, without assistance.

"Your soldiers are free to do as they please in our city, so long as it doesn't harm our people."

As he was speaking the guard returned, rather hurredly and bearing an expression of fear so intense and sincere that every onlooker was forced to reciprocate the emotion.

"Jeff! Holy fuck but.."

OOC: Here's where he talks about Chronos.

IC

Gorevomit to Chronos

Jeff looked a little worried, but not unbeguiled.

"Sir you are aware that while a Socialist state we are still a democracy. There are many things I cannot pledge in bargaining with you."

OOC: Thanks Chronosia. Like I said my posts will be intermittant the next few days (nothing horrific, but still RL shit I need to sort out.)

Gorevomit is not a stranger to mind-altering substances, and as you can see now drinks rather heavily and sleeps rather little. He sees much of what is passing as a stress-induced episode, which is possibly why he isn't now carving his wrists or looking for a spaceship (which, hahah, exists) or something. The guards will also take it with a pinch of salt after the fact; a cool story, but nothing as Earthshattering as it in fact is, or was to them at the time. Strange but explainable new techs or something (I guess the dropship comes into this, but they'd see it as an advanced aircraft after this initial excitement, or at least most of them would)

Basically I have no wish to turn my nation psi/magic/FT, but I would go for these ocasionally. Just that they have minimal impact to the big picture if you get me. Chronosia that doesn't mean you can't make a ridiculous demand dude, you can, but it has to work in harmony with how my nation would run as a standard MT if you get me : ) I can't explain it really; just I thought 'occult' means secret, and there must always be another more obvious explaination for it to work with normal MT IMHO.

For individual characters of course I realise this doesn't hold, and while I want to develop Gorevomit I guess we could turn him to darkness now. I'll see how it goes : D

taggers

*Destro nods, accepted the apology for the lack of manners,and he materializes a stool infront of him,which he puts his legs,now crossed, on.
"First of all,the power they have,they have always had. Its magic. Basicly a different type of Psi. My soldiers are already taking energy from the meteorite. But it IS quite big,so it may take a while to take the energy needed. We are above halfway. " The gaurd then comes in

dante chanels some more magic in to the meteor. he astral projects in to the bunker with a demon soldier are you having a meeting and u didn't invite me im hurt he quips this is my apperantice here is sephiroth a big sword weilding demon steps trough a portal to were jeef was. he leaves sephiroth behind and he astral projects out. now sephiroth said witch one of you fools is first to die? he asks as he draws the masamune.

Chronos steps forward; cackling as he watches.

"A Daemon, already the little wretch is summoning daemons; impressive" The satff in his hands began to shimmer and glimmer, glowing with the energy of the warp. Small disturbances in reality began to materialise around him; dark things whispering from the void, as lightning crackled between his staff and the glow of the Immaterium.

"Go back from whence you came; taste the true power of Sorcery!" He roared; as the disturbances widened.

"I summon forth...." And then he began to chant; a hissed and ancient thing; that would have a result that they had yet to see. Something was coming...

that wont work on me sephiroth roars my tribe are immune to banishing magic
chronisa my quarral is not whith you my orders are to kill destro and jeff.

Chronos' eyes blazed with the flame of the warp as one of his servants began to convulse.
"Who ever said anything about banishing?"

The man screamed as the energy surged throgh him; violating him, twisting him; warp energy bursting through his throat and body as the Daemon took over; the portal and summoning complete.

Before them stood a great Daemon of Khorne, the Bloodthirster. Its wings arced above it; cramped by the space of the bunker; as it crouched, bearing a mighty axe and a whip; hissing and roaring in anger and fury.

"Meet a true Daemon, wretch...Meet the spawn of Chaos itself"

i am a servent of the callamity from the sky your demon doesnot scare me i have my orders.
he draws the masamune and casts the black burn

The Bloodthirster lunged forward, sending the flailing burnign ends of its whip, and the sharpened edge of its axe, down against the Daemon.

Chronos cackled with an insane glee; it always pleased him to watch the Daemons come forth and battle; the great and terrible servants of the Dark Gods; bending to his will, killing, feeding....Just as the Daemon in his masters sword fed on souls; so this dark being would feed on conflict

*Destro sighs,leaning back and watching the battle commence,even if sephrioth got through the daemon chronos summoned, Destro wouldnt have to move at all,he would simply have to tear a hole in the time space continuem, knock sephrioth through it with telekinesis,and seal it back up,all using his mind. If need be he could come up with something even better.*

he charged at destro compleetely ignorung chrons's boy

*Destro laughs, and then opens up a rip in the time/space continuem between himself and sephrioth,and Destro uses telekinesis to pull sephrioth closer.*

sephrioth casts the black burn on destro
ooc the black burn is a deadliy assaiasns spell. hr draws the masamune and throws it at jeff.

OOC: Dude,what the fuck? If i opened a hole in time/space,and you were running at me,and i TKed you closer,WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU END UP? You couldnt cast the "black burn" on me,BECAUSE THERE IS A HOLE IN TIME/SPACE BETWEEN US!!! fix your post.

sephrioth swore as he was pushed back. he used his telekenetices to pull himself from the oppen gate.

OOC: Thank you.

IC: *Destro smiled through the rip at sephrioth,and threw a hard telekinetic blow from the side at him,intending to send him towards chronos*

he teleported behind desto an casts the black burn.

The Bloodthirster roared; lunging forward towards the summoned daemon; bringing its cruel and mighty axe down towards it as it roared and hissed and screamed heresy and dark prayer. The whip, blazing with fire, was sent forward in a snapping crack; a howl that cried for blood.

*had also teleported,but it was behind The Bloodthirster,and he said "This is becoming annoying." and the he teleported behind sephrioth and shot a psi-fireball into his back,then teleported infront of him,and kicked him hard in the chest,powering the kick with psi*

he laughed as they hit him darkness slash he shouted

*note:fireball would burn,and ignite,psi kick would send flying.*

OOC: Ok,guess no ones posting,so i will. Ive given this some thought,so i hope it will be interesting.

IC: *Before sephrioth could act,Destro teleported to the roof of the building,and the 5000 warriors he brought with him joined him,and the ones that couldnt fit on the roof were on the ground around it,and Destro took a few seconds to drain some of sephrioths energy to use as his own,and then all of his warriors,including him,launched a massive wave of psi-energy directly at the meteorite. Stopping it with any force,magical or not,would be near impossible. Even if the wave of energy did not destroy the meteor entirely,it would definately knock it back. After the mass psi wave was launched,his warriors started to gather more energy, some gathering from the meteor, and some gathering energy from sephrioth,making sephrioth tired,and making his energy rapidly decrease. They were preparing to do something else incase the psi-wave failed.*

OOC: Well,I'm guessing that the war is dead now. So I guess I will be quitting,lets just assume the meteor attemp went succesful and i withdrew all my people. If you want me to withdraw my quitting,just TG me.

sos guys rl probs

OOC: Likewise, sorry for seemingly abandoning this everyone.

np,If its gonna be continued,somebody TG me.