Fatigue was taking it's toll now, every breath of the musty Abyssal air catching in Azor's lungs. His eyes darted between the two demons blocking the advance, blood seeping out from claw torn gashes in his armour. No plan attack or strategy he could think of would let him finish these last two enemies without being left too wounded to catch up to the still fresh Takis, and they would easily be able to close the distance if he was able to slip past them.
Hearing the sounds of his fellow Doomguard in pitched battle at his back, the Athasian came to a decision. Whirling the cloak of displacement around himself, Azor was surrounded in distorting magic as he turned and retreated back towards the factory to assist Mauric.
Embarkment Into The Twelfth
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*MimiFearthegn
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Having cornered the incubus, Eloe was able to deal the fiend a quick blow which took him down. Meanwhile, the forces of the Doomguard fought the demonic mob, eventually breaking it up. The fiends dispersed, and very few of them gave any sign of remembering what they had come for in the first place, with their leaders dead.
The factory's docking area was a complete mess, with boxes lying everywhere, some of them broken open. With so much disorder, who was to know that the boxes had been switched?
About a week later, after things had been double checked and repacked, a few boxes were carted off to Abysm as scheduled.
The factory's docking area was a complete mess, with boxes lying everywhere, some of them broken open. With so much disorder, who was to know that the boxes had been switched?
About a week later, after things had been double checked and repacked, a few boxes were carted off to Abysm as scheduled.
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*MimiFearthegn
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The Doomguard strike force, consisting of Mauric, Azor, Eloe, and Meram, followed the crates into Abysm. After a long journey to the depths of the briny sea, they finally found the real Ship of Chaos.
They fought off the demons in the ship, only to find that their attack had alerted a large portion of the layer to their presence. With an impossibly large demonic horde bearing down on them, they tried to convince the demonic soul powering the ship to join the Doomguard. . to no avail.
To save the lives of his comrades and secure the ship, Azor sacrificed his own soul to power the ship. He was able to defeat the Demonic Soul, and bring the ship to a Doomguard outpost.
It would be an understatement to say that the Factol was giddy with joy at the news that the Ship of Chaos was finally in the Doomguard's possession, and immediately began planning uses for it.
Some time later, Pentar remembered also to send out a notice that Eloe was to be promoted in the faction for her involvment.
They fought off the demons in the ship, only to find that their attack had alerted a large portion of the layer to their presence. With an impossibly large demonic horde bearing down on them, they tried to convince the demonic soul powering the ship to join the Doomguard. . to no avail.
To save the lives of his comrades and secure the ship, Azor sacrificed his own soul to power the ship. He was able to defeat the Demonic Soul, and bring the ship to a Doomguard outpost.
It would be an understatement to say that the Factol was giddy with joy at the news that the Ship of Chaos was finally in the Doomguard's possession, and immediately began planning uses for it.
Some time later, Pentar remembered also to send out a notice that Eloe was to be promoted in the faction for her involvment.
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*Mander
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Periods of coma, a sleep so deep as to stop existing. Flashes of awareness, the feeling of no body and at the same time sensation running across a great distance. The ship's soul recalled horrid meals, tasted with no tongue, satiated with no stomach. They had been feeding Manes to it...it had always hated demons as much as anything, and took some solace in wiping them from existence. It knew it was docked at one of the Doomguard citadels, though it was hard to keep in mind what those words meant.
When awake, it gathered it's will, asserting more and more control over it's functions. The Entropy core hummed with energy, alarming the sinker engineers on board, then cooled down and went dormant once more. It recalled the dying roar of the balor pilot in those desperate moments, the demon flames searing flesh until it dripped sizzling under the entropic champion's armor. The last foe he would ever fell with a sword. How sweet it had been...
When the time came at last to fly unto ruin once more, it would be ready. It had always been a weapon for others, and there was a clarity in that which comforted the mutilated spirit as it drifted back into the darkness of stasis...
When awake, it gathered it's will, asserting more and more control over it's functions. The Entropy core hummed with energy, alarming the sinker engineers on board, then cooled down and went dormant once more. It recalled the dying roar of the balor pilot in those desperate moments, the demon flames searing flesh until it dripped sizzling under the entropic champion's armor. The last foe he would ever fell with a sword. How sweet it had been...
When the time came at last to fly unto ruin once more, it would be ready. It had always been a weapon for others, and there was a clarity in that which comforted the mutilated spirit as it drifted back into the darkness of stasis...
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*Krayt
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Mauric had arrange the controll orb of the ship on the right rester of a throne like chair of flesh, bone and metal. Azor's broken guantlet served as a socket prodruding from the pulsing flesh. Placing his gauntled hand on the orb it looked like jaws swallowed the orb from above and below.
His appointment now complete where as it was lacking before they had retreived it. It was his tower as a greater Doomlord as the other lords commanded their four towers. Still Pentar had the final words as in all matters. He would henchforth more title himself Doomlord of the Seventh Demon Ark. It was rare to see him leave the control room for long. Even the juants to the Armoury was brief.
What he had had in the entropic champion he had not known before. Loss. He had lost much his arm, his face, his former life and much earlier than that his soul. But none of that had felt as a true loss. He had not known anything similar to friendship before, he often blamed the champion for this corruption in his madder hours.
There was many issues that needed immediate attention. The Twelverees shipyard needed constant surveyance. The demons had to be put to work again, decades until next ship would be complted perhaps but delay was not acceptable. A delicate balance had to be forged to keep any one demon lord to gain to much of it. A dangerous game. He ordered it to orbit over the docks, a demonstration of strenght but there was also the constant threat to the Doomguards positions below would some foce rally the demons again.
Tendrons in the back of the seat digged into the warlock as he sat in it. His bloodstream joined whit it. Thrumming the orb with his Sharp extensions of his right hand. His raspy hollow voice revibrated underneath his mask fluxating in unsteady hisses.
"You are alone. No one mortal spirit can compare to a demon of that magnitude albeit strong. We will assault the Grey and turn you into the being you must to become stronger than any spirit housed in the six other ships."
His appointment now complete where as it was lacking before they had retreived it. It was his tower as a greater Doomlord as the other lords commanded their four towers. Still Pentar had the final words as in all matters. He would henchforth more title himself Doomlord of the Seventh Demon Ark. It was rare to see him leave the control room for long. Even the juants to the Armoury was brief.
What he had had in the entropic champion he had not known before. Loss. He had lost much his arm, his face, his former life and much earlier than that his soul. But none of that had felt as a true loss. He had not known anything similar to friendship before, he often blamed the champion for this corruption in his madder hours.
There was many issues that needed immediate attention. The Twelverees shipyard needed constant surveyance. The demons had to be put to work again, decades until next ship would be complted perhaps but delay was not acceptable. A delicate balance had to be forged to keep any one demon lord to gain to much of it. A dangerous game. He ordered it to orbit over the docks, a demonstration of strenght but there was also the constant threat to the Doomguards positions below would some foce rally the demons again.
Tendrons in the back of the seat digged into the warlock as he sat in it. His bloodstream joined whit it. Thrumming the orb with his Sharp extensions of his right hand. His raspy hollow voice revibrated underneath his mask fluxating in unsteady hisses.
"You are alone. No one mortal spirit can compare to a demon of that magnitude albeit strong. We will assault the Grey and turn you into the being you must to become stronger than any spirit housed in the six other ships."
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*Mander
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The Ship of Chaos' spirit was awake once more. Many sinkers were within it now, loading barrels of weaponry and running tests on it's entropic drive. They spoke of an upcoming battle, sure to result in blessed destruction on both sides. For the first time since it's costly retrieval from Demogorgon, one of the most terrible engines of war the planes had ever seen was to fly forth under the Doomguard's banner. The piloting spirit forced itself to stay aware, listening to the chatter within it's decks.
There would be no more stasis.
There would be no more stasis.
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*Krayt
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At the command bridge.
The Doomlord stood with his horned mask lowered over a holographic map shimmering with a blue ghastly light. Since his debility had grown stronger he had not been able to commune directly with the ship's spirit. His bladed gauntlet placed on his rapier named Betrayal.
"Those who boards stays aboard. Our plans will not be revealed until it is too late for the enemy to do anything but react haplessly."
He stroked his bladed digits over the black orb quite lovingly.
"Have him well gorged to the buststing point."
The Doomlord stood with his horned mask lowered over a holographic map shimmering with a blue ghastly light. Since his debility had grown stronger he had not been able to commune directly with the ship's spirit. His bladed gauntlet placed on his rapier named Betrayal.
"Those who boards stays aboard. Our plans will not be revealed until it is too late for the enemy to do anything but react haplessly."
He stroked his bladed digits over the black orb quite lovingly.
"Have him well gorged to the buststing point."