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6/25/2016 12:23:49 AM
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[b][i]The sight before you invokes a moment of involuntary, primal panic...
Shredded corpses and mutilated flesh is draped over every street light, allowing only the dimmest, darkest red corpse light to diffuse through, and throwing unnatural shadows that whisper to you, promising you the most terrifying death imaginable. Buzzing flies and masses of writhing maggots feed on the remnants of unrecognizable human flesh, littering the street as far as your eyes can see in this darkness.
Sigils of glowing chaos runes are inscribed on the few walls left standing, turning your stomach as you involuntarily eyeball their Unhøly geometry. Two Leman Russ battle tanks are burning several meters away in a street, illuminating dozens of corpses strung up to busted light posts by their entrails... Some still twitching as parasitic worms feast on their eyeballs.
A piercing scream comes from right around the corner. [/i][/b]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 6/25/2016 12:57:03 AM[i]Xavier peeks around the corner, weapon safety off. He also makes sure that the thing does not see him using his shadow power, even though the beast may be a master of shadows.[/i]
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 6/25/2016 2:30:04 AM[b][i]Dagger wielding cultists and a single flesh priest gathers around a writhing woman, they are cutting the flesh from her bones while she yet lives. You can hear the wet tearing flesh and the muffled, tongueless screaming... It sends chills down your spine. This is the Cult of Armageddon. The flesh priest's eyeless and skinless face snaps in your direction. Fire burns in it's empty sockets as it begins chanting. Rotten hands burst from the ground beneath your feet, firmly holding you in place as a mob of dagger wielding cultists run towards you, wearing the stolen skin of the fallen as clothes with chunks of wet meat gushing coagulated blood as they move. The flesh priest teleports to the top of a roof, brandishing a large staff with a severed, rotten head bonded to the top, oozing Unhøly light and resonating power of necromancy. From the ground all around, the undead rise to their feet. The flayed corpses sluggishly make their way towards you, cutting off escape from the rear. [/i][/b]
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"You have got to be kidding me!" [i]He attempts to shoot off the things that were holding him in place with his pistol, while shooting the hostiles around him with his rifle in the other hand.[/i]
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[b][i]The horde of undead reach you first. You're seized from behind and dragged backwards, unable to aim your weapon. You are bitten on both your arms and wrists as the things struggle to overpower your brute strength. Their numbers grow and you begin to lose your footing. Blood drools down your arms and pools on the floor, making it extra slippery. One foot gives out, putting you down to one knee as they close in on all sides and begin biting you all over your body. The cultists watch, eager to see the undead tear you to pieces. [spoiler]they don't have an infection or anything, they just want to eat you. You'll probably need some sort of AoE attack. [/spoiler] [/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Okay... Just plz no kill.[/spoiler] "Fück... You..." [i]Xavier's glasses crack all the way. A Psionic energy starts to dramatically build up in his mind. It then releases, pushing everything back and either destroys the brains of the attackers from the inside in a close proximity or making them incapacitated.[/i]
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[b][i]Dozen of undead are blasted backward sent tumbling end over end through the air, splattering against the walls like rotten eggs hitting the side of a house, foul smelling ichor and coagulated blood runs down. The cultists lunge for you, 8 in total - 3 in front 5 behind.[/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier does the Crow's foot technique, except there are five in the back this time. He pulls out his pistol and slows down time, which he uses to load in a new mag.[/i] [i]Basically, he shoots the three in the front in quick succession, then he turns around and puts the other five down in a matter of milliseconds.[/i]
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[b][i]The flesh priest roars in outrage as a beam of Unhøly energy lances into your chest, melting your armor and sending you tumbling across the street like a rag doll before crashing through a ferrocrete wall. The priest waits a moment before his short term teleport is available again, but instead of using it, he vanishes into the shadows. The flesh priests wraith walks through the wall and peers down at you. "Your time has come, fleshling...."[/i][/b]
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"No... Yours." [i]Xavier smirked as he says that. His frame of the glasses looks like they're about to break.[/i] "gniht ruoy od, acceber..." [i]Xavier secretly prepares a Psionic ability.[/i]
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[b][i]The flesh priest stabs a sacrificial dagger deep into your open mouth as you speak, barely missing the spine, but anchoring your head to the ground - you gag on the blood in the back of your throat. Laughing like a maniac, the flesh priest takes out a flaying knife and begins cutting strips of flesh from your face. "SCREAM MORTAL!!!" Roars the priest into your bloody face. [/i][/b]
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("Time to tear out your very soul, bitch.") [i]Xavier uses [u]Soul Steal[/u], grabbing the priest's face and screams in rage, if he could. His hand starts to glow brightly purple as he starts the process.[/i]
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[b][i]The flesh priest's soul resists at first, but is eventually sucked from his body. The body turns into a rotten black husk as it spontaneously bursts into flames and crumbles away to ash. You see the memories of the flesh priest, of his induction to the Cult of Armageddon, and the location of the Lexicon of Sin... A copy anyway. The shadows in the area seem to become darker. [/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier uses the soul to heal himself, but he keeps some just in case.[/i] "Well, looks like it's time to go." [i]Taking warning of the room getting a bit darker, he starts to jog in the opposite direction.[/i]
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[b][i]Before long, you exit the slums and return to relative safety, although you feel something watching... Perhaps it is the taint of the stolen soul.. Or perhaps something worse. Your hands begin to tremble.[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]*Ahem*[/spoiler]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 7/5/2016 3:48:23 AM[i]Another mood swing, huh? This excitement is a bit too... Uncontrollable. He giggles a bit, trembling a bit from the adrenaline.[/i] "Come on now... Come get me..." [i]Xavier holds up the priest's soul, looking around for his next opponent.[/i] [spoiler]Take 4.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 7/5/2016 3:45:46 AM[SNIP]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 7/4/2016 4:16:59 AM[SNIP]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 7/1/2016 1:09:49 AM[SNIP]
