[b]Gwynevere draws her rapier and nods.[/b] "Yes, I'm ready for more."

As they approach, the group of Bloodletters turn their attention to them, screeching like the mad beasts they are. Noiratrom raises his maul and fires with his ornate heavy bolter, the bullets crashing into the daemons, tearing them up.

[b]Gwynevere blurs across the battlefield, thrusting and attacking the Bloodletters before they could react.[/b]

Her speed was more than a match for their brute strength. While their attacks would do much damage to her if they had hit, they were utterly pointless if they couldn't land them, and that's exactly what Gwynevere was giving them. After all, she wasn't known as The Swift for nothing...

[b]Within a minute, she had reduced their ranks to nothing.[/b] "And that's finished..."

Noiratrom puts down his gun. "And that's why I chose you. Good work..."

"Thanks..." [b]She puts her sword away[/b]

He walks past the corpses, walking along the edge of the cliff and unto the spiraling staircase. "Careful. The steps here are very dangerous."

[b]She nods and carefully walks down them.[/b]

A few minutes later, and they had gotten halfway through the stairs. And already, it was getting colder. A chilling feeling took hold of their bodies as they walked. Yet, they didn't physically feel cold. It was as if the temperature was felt at the back of their minds. An odd sensation indeed. But nothing unusual, considering they were crossing into the mad god's realm.

[b]She murmurs curses under her breath as the grip on her rapier tightens.[/b] "Can you feel it? It'll only get worse from here..." [spoiler]she's been in every part of the warp, and this place isn't her favorite.[/spoiler]

"I know... so I intend to spend as little time here as is need." They reach the bottom of the step, their feet stepping into light snow. Their breaths leave out little vapor clouds whenever they exhale, "Feryun. You know this place better than any of us. Guide us there."

"While his realm may bend and change its logic upon a whim, it is still the same nonetheless. He cannot change how the realm itself was made, he can still change its logic." It seemed like he was spouting complete nonsense, The Sorcerer knew exactly what he was talking about. "Though my magic can guide us, I cannot guarantee complete accuracy." Feryun held up a hand, creating Warp Fire. It created some sensation of warmth, but it was for offensive use.

"Good enough for us. Lead the way, please. Into the mountains near the library, at an old abandoned shrine is where we will find Eli."

"The library is not too far, but I do not remember of any shrine besides the many dedicated to him. But I will try my hardest to find it." At this point from the trek the towering Library was barely visible to the naked eye. "I prefer we do not stray too long, while my mind is tempting me to enter the library, I shall not."

"Very well." Near the library was a mountainous path. So, they decided to split off from the library and head straight into the cliffs. Although it was a more treacherous path, it was safer for Feryun's mind. Before they could get lost, however, a trail stood before them: a trail of daemonic corpses.

Feryun held his Warp Fire hand out, the white flame floated towards the corpses. It split into many embers and flames. Feryun gingerly walked forward, the split flame followed him. "This shall not end well, at all." He waved another hand at the flames, crystalizing them.

"Keep your spirits up, Feryun. Do not give up hope just yet." As they followed the trail, they were faced by a valley in-between two mountains. At the center of that valley lay an old forgotten shrine, whose pillars had almost all rotted away. Only the black remains of ancient foundations still stood, the roof of the temple had all but rotted away. The corpses were fresher and fresher, until they all piled into a mound around the shrine, almost making it look like a Dark Eldar-esque flesh pit. But the flesh that lay there was the flesh not of slaves of man, but of slave of the gods. Servants of Tzeentch, primarily, but some corpses surprised the trio. Some of them belonged to most likely brave and foolish champions of chaos. Ranging from great chaos marine champions to greater Daemons of Khorne, Slaanesh and Nurgle. As they approached the shrine, they heard the sounds of bloody combat. Blades dancing, flesh tearing and the gruntings of dying men. Before they could take a step further, Noiratrom placed his hand before the other two. A cabal of Daemons had banded together, hell bent on vanquishing the being who had caused them trouble. Horrors, Flamers, Including groups of Fury slaves and their handlers, chaos marines champions to Tzeentch. Although Noiratrom wished to help the warrior, he couldn't make his presence known, especially since a lord of change was at the head of this group. Still, he kept his hopes up. Knight Eli The Dauntless [i]was[/i] renown for his bravery and skill. Within the charred temple, Eli knelt. Sitting down on his knees, he held his shield before him, head low, sword at his back. His breathing was slow, calm. With every breath, a puff of hot, condensed air came from the darkness of his helmet. His blue cloak was somewhat ragged, yet still stood wrapped around his shoulders. His armour, too, was worn from the innumerable years spent battling the warp. The Wolf, as he was known to some, slowly moved his head upwards. More creatures had come to the slaughter. To claim him. To rejoice over his death. But rejoice they would not. He slowly stood, sheathing his greatshield upon his left forearm, and drew his greatsword, holding the grip firmly. [url=http://i.imgur.com/Mqbnd15.jpg]In the pale blue light, his entire armour gleamed. The silver set shined in all of its greatness.[/url] Naturally, the first to rush him were the unleashed furies. The mad, mindless monsters charged at him with their claws, roaring with feral ferocity, with no apparent plan in mind. Eli quickly looked to his left and then his right, analyzing the field of battle in a split second. And so, his dance of death began. He swung himself to the right, where the group was closest. In a swift move, he brought his greatsword down into the ground with a -[i][b]SLAM![/b][/i]-, slicing three of the beasts in half, and sending the others moving aside. Suddenly, he raised his shield above his flank, as the other group of furies charged him. They all crashed uselessly upon his shield. Changing the angle of his blade, he swung all around himself in a half-circle, reaping the beasts in one clean swing, slicing them all in uneven halves. However, he didn't stop his swing, no. The custodians of the beasts were now charging at him. Using his shield to block off attacks from the Warp horrors afar, Eli swung the blade back into his backside, slowing down his motiom momentarily. Although the trio was already standing around the Monastery eagerly watching the fight, they could not yet see what was happening, until they heard a -[i]Kr-chlunk![/i]- coming from the blade. As the two custodians were almost upon him, he continued his motion. Suddenly, he heaved the blade as if it had become considerably heavier, and it had. In a mere instant, the two chaos marines had been rendered into a gooey paste in a loud -[i][b]THONK![/b][/i]- that resonated through the night as Eli slammed down his sword upon them. However, something was different. Resting atop his blade now was a massive slab of metal, almost the entire size of a space marine. He had converted his sword into a hammer in the middle of battle, and with such impressive fluidity... both flanks of the hammers were covered in writings, in a symbolic language lost to the ages. He slowly returned the blade to his back, making a quick motion to the right with it, a loud -[i][b]Chlunk![/b][/i]-, releasing the hammer. Approaching him now were the flamers, twisting pillars of maws. They approached him with speed and had already begun spewing their flames. Running forward towards the three daemons, Eli rolled underneath the jets of flame, blade extended to the right to cut one down. It fell to the ground, and as he stood up, Eli spiraled his blade to slice the Daemon in half. Quickly, he ducked again towards the left, stabbing the monster into its mouth, killing it. As the third one approached him from the front, he quickly threw his blade into the monster, running at it in blinding speed. As it stabbed the beast who went flying from the force, he stepped on one of it's faces, grabbed his greatsword, swung it quickly into his back to lock it with the hammer, then jumped into the air, towards the horrors. He brought the hammer down upon one, causing it to explode in a disgusting gruntle of bones and flesh shattering. He then rapidly lodged his shield into the ground to free his hand, allowing him to wield the hammer with two hands. Swinging it like a baseball bat from the cover of his shield, the head crashed into the first Horror, sending him flying into its fellow horrors, who all chained into the air to explode upon the wall one after the other, leaving a massive bloodstain. Without a moment of respite, the Lord of Change attacked the knight, with its strange magic and powerful attacks. It threw lightning bolts at the knight, who had to take the impact as he dived for his shield. But that didn't stop him at all. He grabbed the shield from the ground and ran at the winged beast, shield first. He right as he sent the lord flying into the bloodstain, causing the bird to lose a few feathers. The lord shook it's head, then stared back at his opponent. But not for long. In a mere instant, Eli had driven his sword through the bird, pinning him to the wall. He stood back as the bird tried to break free. He grabbed the hammer head with his hand, deeming it would suffice. He ran at the winged beast, using his blade as a stepping stone, then brutally brought the hammer up underneath its head, causing the head to go flying off with the wet sound of flesh ripping apart. The head went flying through the ceiling, causing yet another hole in the decrepit concrete. The head landed at Gwynevere's feet.

[b]Gwynevere kicks the head out of the way and walks into the temple, her rapier drawn.[/b]

Eli, still in his original pose, tilts his head upwards, looking at her through the darkness of his helm. Silence fills the room, as the cold stench of frozen flesh fills the air.

"So you're Eli..... We finally meet..." [b]She sheaths her weapon and starts to shake, getting giddy at the thought of finally meeting her hero.[/b]

He tilts his head sideways, observing her. Slowly he stands, grabbing his shield and putting it on his back. He was about as tall as her, if not taller by an inch. The silent knight spoke. [i]"... I am."[/i] His voice was soft and somewhat light, laced with an accent. [i]"You... you are Gwynevere, are you not? That I finally have the chance to meet you is... an honour."[/i] He says, with a tinge of happiness in his voice.

[b]She nods and respectfully bows.[/b] "I've spent eons looking for you.... And turns out others wanted your aid too."

[i]"Truly?"[/i] He says, curiously. [i]"I've looked for you for a long time as well. I see you as a sort of... hero."[/i]

"I see you as the same thing!" [b]Gwynevere softly chuckles.[/b] "But enough of that, we've came to get you out of this hellish tundra..."