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 HR Problems, Ylva, Open to Chaos
Skulltaker
 Posted: Feb 9 2017, 12:39 AM
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Skulltaker was in the first rank, with the cavalry. A ways off to the right, maybe fifty yards down the line, Archaon rode just ahead of the main battle line. The Everchosen was unmistakable. Wind swirled around him, and flames rose from his sword and his horse's hooves. It baffled Skulltaker that even after Archaon showed all the signs, some tribes still denied that the gods had chosen him.

After today, there would be one less tribe. Archaon's army had caught them at the coast, making ready to board ships and sail for more promising lands. With Archaon here, they wouldn't dare set sail before he was dealt with, not when he could hurl fire after them. They had them effectively cornered.

The demon glanced off to his left, where Ylva Mountainbreaker rode less than ten yards away. He'd worked with her before recently, and grown to respect the Champion of Khorne. He raised his sword in salute to her and her warband, turning his attention back towards the enemy. Mostly mounted, which annoyed him. Khul'Tyran was a loyal steed, but he preferred fighting on foot. Maybe when they marched south they'd face more infantry. Now, however he fought on Juggernaut-back. The Varg horsemen spurred their horses, charging uphill towards Archaon's host. With that, the Everchosen gave the signal, and horns up and down the line signaled a charge. Skully gave his demonic mount a kick, charging down at the renegade tribe with a deafening war-cry.
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 Posted: Feb 9 2017, 09:21 PM
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The Everchosen himself marched with these forces... What an honor. A human so remarkable that all the Ruinous Powers had blessed him. He was an avatar of the eightfold path. How righteous.

And Ylva was giddy and starstruck, serving with Archaon and U'zhul once more.

Well... as giddy and starstruck as a chosen of Khorne could be.

She raised her axes upwards towards the enemy as the battle commenced, standing atop her juggernaut Hollowskull. She bellowed a warning to them.

"I PRITHEE FIGHT WELL, DENIERS, FOR YOUR RESISTANCE BEFORE THE UNDIVIDED MIGHT OF CHAOS WILL SERVE TO MAKE US STRONGER!!! DO NOT GIVE US YOUR LIVES, DO NOT BEG FOR MERCY. PLEAS WILL BE FUTILE BEFORE US AS WE WILL TEAR YOUR SOULS FROM YOUR VERY BODIES!!!"

She waved her axes forward, ordering her clansmen to charge in their bloodthirsty way, roaring like beasts. She would not only serve the Blood God today, but court him.

She began to chant with her men as she joined them.

"MAIM. KILL. BURN. MAIM. KILL. BURN. MAIM. KILL. BURN. MAIM. KILL.. BURN..."

The presences of Archaon and U'zhul worked together with her mantra and the war drums to ignite unholy bonfires in the hearts and eyes of all who served chaos here today...
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 Posted: Feb 12 2017, 10:57 PM
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The "Favored Son of Chaos" watched the armies form. Though it's very hard to tell from his armor, he wore a smile. This is the last major stepping stone his quest, his mission: He had to do away with the last of the Norscan resistance. His steed snorted, and drew the Everchosen's eyes. He set a hand on Dorghar. This is when the battle was ready, when he felt the time was right to begin. He motioned to the horn-blowers.

He could by now hear the chanting of Mountain-Breaker, and he felt somewhat intrigued. This would be an interesting fight with both them, the Everchosen, and the Champion of Khorne. This brought him to the other notable extension of this army: U'zuhl the Skulltaker. He never felt weak by himself, in fact, far from it, but with a demon on his side, he felt as if this would be even easier. He knew this would be bloody, but short.

With the initial clash of battle beginning, he chose to charge, reading his first swing of The Slayer of Kings, smiting down a particular annoying Norscan. He watched the bearded head roll along the ground, and prepared another swing, clawing down another Marauder. He felt his Khornic urges overtake him. Killing became like a second nature, as he powered through the closest grunts. He was correct, perhaps this will be short.
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 Posted: Feb 12 2017, 11:15 PM
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Skulltaker glanced over at Ylva, chuckling. She did have a flair for the dramatic. The demon preferred to save his melodrama for one-on-one. In his mind, the rank and file that Ylva was trying to intimidate were just distractions. The real attractions were their leaders, the champions who rode among them. His metallic eyes scanned the Varg lines, looking for warriors who stood out. There were none among this first charge, that was for sure. They were skirmishers, green fighters sent out to slow Archaon's charge and weaken their momentum. He wondered if they knew they were being sent to die?

Khul'Tyran barreled down the hill, its paws thundering on the snowy ground. Snow melted under its feet as the metallic beast charged towards the riders. Some of the Varg horsemen started to hesitate as they saw the host charging towards them, realizing the danger they were in. Along with all the other forces arrayed against them, the sight of the Everchosen and his two lieutenants on their Juggernauts was a terrifying sight.

The Juggernaut hit the skirmishers like an avalanche, barreling through them. Skulltaker slashed out at a few of them in passing, but he let his mount do most of the work. Three tons of living brass and fire trampled horses and riders, tossing them aside on its horn. Looking over to their leader, U'zuhl saw Archaon already hard at work, laying about him with his sword. He hadn't even needed his magic yet, and there was panic all around him in the Norscan ranks. The demon grinned, turning his focus towards the main battle line. He could let the others following behind him take care of the stunned skirmishers.
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Mountainbreaker
 Posted: Feb 22 2017, 11:25 AM
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"MAIM... KILL... BURN..."

The chanting rang out across Archaon's front lines.

"MAIM... KILL... BURN..."

As the forces clashed, the bloody mantra began to work into the enemy ranks as the Everchosen's Khornate units pierced into the enemy lines like hurricanes reaching into the mainlands.

"MAIM... KILL... BURN..."


The words were soon distributed throughout the skirmish. Red was a dominant color in the air, on skin and clothes, and on tongues. It was all the Khornate devotees could see. This was no different for their Chosen leader, the recently infamous Mountainbreaker.

It was impressive how quickly she had worked up those around her, let alone coaxed out the berserker rage in every Khorne-worshipping murderer in the army. Hollowskull kept steady under her as her heavy axes continued to translate her chanting into action. At some point, she had a free moment and lit oil-soaked rags on her axes, setting the gruesome weapons ablaze, and creating a terrifying spectacle of blood and fire around her.
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 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 03:17 PM
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The sounds of slaughter drew something out of Everchosen. He swung his blade, his horse wading through the corpses. He set a hand on the reigns, pulling his horse's reigns. He watched, studying the wave of foes. He fell back, to allow Moutainbreaker and Skulltaker a chance for glory. The champion of Khorne was doing well, making a name for herself this day. He wondered what heights she would reach as they marched south.

The line was beginning to buckle, with some of the dissident tribesmen making a run for their ships. The Everchosen's eyes narrowed. He did not come this far to let them escape, even if it was only a few. Archaon raised his sword high over his head, beginning to chant a prayer to Tzeentch. The flames around the blade flared up, rising higher over the battlefield.

Over the ships, the sky opened up. Bolts of fire shot down from the clouds, raining over the paltry fleet. Some sent up gouts of steam as they hit the water, others punched clean through the ships. The fire spread, igniting the longboats as they began to sink from the countless holes in their hulls. Under his helm, Archaon smirked. The battle was coming to an end.
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Skulltaker
 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 03:23 PM
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Skulltaker was starting to lose interest in the fight. He was surrounded by weaklings, a paltry battle line without much in the way of leaders. At least Ylva seemed to be having fun. He chuckled, watching her swing her flaming axes. It was a neat trick. He wondered if she'd practiced it against the trolls that wandered the North, that was a common tactic to stop their healing.

He spurred his Juggernaut onward, stomping over a few axemen. Their weapons clanged off the demonic mount's thick hide as Skulltaker scanned the battlefield for a worthy champion. The army they fought seemed to be faltering, leaderless. He thought he saw an armored warrior, possibly a champion, climbing onto a longboat when the fire began to fall. Skulltaker could feel the magic radiating off of Archaon as he destroyed the enemy's last hope of escape.

The line was in absolute chaos now. Some were fleeing, hoping to find a way out or swim to safety. Others realized their escape route was gone and were fighting harder than ever. Skulltaker rode through their disorganized line, cutting his way back towards Ylva. "Mountainbreaker, how fare you?" he called out, raising his sword in greeting.
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 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 03:13 PM
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The blood spilt in this massacre fueled the Mountainbreaker's rage. Her chosen followers took formation as a loose boundary between her and the forces of Chaos she fought alongside. Her burning axes flashed and roared as they cut down foe after foe until she seemed to lose a little self control, unwittingly killing unfortunate lessers who ventured to close in the din of battle. It seemed nine could stop her as she ran wild.

She charged deeper into the enemy lines and dismounted, perhapd too far. Her comrades were too slow to catch up as even she began to grow overwhelmed. Her flair for mass killing drew too much the attention of enemy archers, who began to focus their fire. Most shots missed or stuck into Hollowskull, but she began to feel the weight of those lucky few that successfully pierced her armor. One arrow stuck through her wrist, and another though her shoulder, leaving the one arm limp in the fight. Just as this crippling damage took its effect, her team caught up and bought her enough time to lividly tear the arrow from her shoulder after throwing one axe. This intense pain was felt only for a moment in the clarity of the tearing action, but quickly numbed as the scent of her own blood drove her further mad. She used the arrow as a new impromptu weapon and successfully killed six more enemy troops with clean stabs into their heads until the arrow broke in her titan grip.

After its usefulness had been lived out, she opted simply to grab a weak and small enemy by his leg, using him as a new weapon, every swing of the man accented melodically by his agonized wails of terror until they were dulled away as his body was bashed into a bloody mess within his own armor.
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 Posted: Apr 23 2017, 05:43 PM
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Archaon allowed himself a small chuckle. It was a treat, watching the two champions at work. Skulltaker seemed to be lapsing into boredom, as he often did at this part of the battle. That demon was a blessing and a curse. He could cut the head off an army like no other, but tended to get lazy when fighting the rank and file. It had taken him out of commission more than once, forcing Archaon to re-summon him later. A pain, but worth it when he pulled through.

Ylva, on the other hand, was throwing herself into the fray with reckless abandon. It was rare that he saw a human use another human as a bludgeon, normally that was a technique for trolls or larger demons. Still, Ylva was pulling it off. A few of the fights around her paused as both combatants stared at the madwoman swinging her enemy like a club.

It was just cleanup now, and there was no sense wasting time on that. The sooner the battle was over, the sooner his warriors could gloat, celebrate, make their offerings, whatever kept the army happy. Archaon raised his sword, calling upon the Winds of Magic once again. He was glad to be fighting this far north, where the Winds were strong. As they got farther from the Chaos Wastes, he would have to rely on his sorcery less and less. The Everchosen waved his sword forward, and blades and axe-heads across the front lines burst into flames, empowered by his sorcery. A fresh battle cry went up as the army surged forward, ready to finish this.
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Skulltaker
 Posted: Apr 23 2017, 07:22 PM
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It seemed like Ylva wasn't in a talking mood. She was in the grip of bloodlust now, too far gone to notice anything besides the violence she was dishing out. Skulltaker smiled, turning back towards the remaining humans. He spurred Khul'Tyran, sending the Juggernaut charging into their ranks. The demon lazily leaned over, slashing at the warriors as he passed. They were scared, confused, not putting up much fight. His metallic steed was enough protection against this feeble resistance.

The demon looked back, curious, when he heard the war-cry. It seemed like Archaon had given their troops a bit of a boost, imbuing their weapons with fire. It had even affected Ylva, the upper half of the now-dead warrior she was swinging had burst into flames, causing more chaos and confusion among enemy lines. He barked out a harsh laugh, distracted by the display.

That distraction cost him, if only briefly. He felt a sharp pain in his side, one of the humans had noticed him looking away and jabbed him with a spear. Skulltaker grabbed the weapon, yanking roughly on it. His demonic strength overwhelmed the human, pulling him forward and into a stab. He scowled, tossing the weapon aside. It was an insult, even being scratched by some nameless arrow-fodder. He charged headlong into the crumbling army, meaning to make up for it.
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 Posted: Apr 23 2017, 08:41 PM
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As the fight drew to mere cleaning duties, Ylva's rage simmered down a little, enough to regain focus. She commanded her men to begin collecting skulls. The dead were too easy, now the living suffered truly horrid gore as the chosen and champions began to peel flesh from crown, twisting heads like bottle caps. Those lesser devotees to the blood god looked on as they were once more inspired by the Everchosen and the Mountainbreaker.

Ylva herself began her bellowing again.

"This is your last chance, worms! Cast aside your weapons and accept the iron fist of Archaon! The Eightfold Path boast him as the clearest Everchosen! Further denial and resistance will reduce you to mere examples before those He has yet come to face! Shed arms and kneel, and you will be judged! Fight on, and be found a headless failure by your next of kin!"
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 Posted: Apr 24 2017, 10:54 PM
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Archaon's eyes narrowed a bit. Ylva was being proactive, perhaps a bit too proactive. He'd have to keep an eye on her, in case she tried to usurp him. Maybe it was his Tzeentch aspect talking, but the Everchosen didn't really trust those in his command. The North was a place of strength and treachery, even among warriors of the Blood God.

The survivors needed little convincing. Their one hope of escape was gone, their numbers had dwindled to almost nothing, With the magically-empowered horde bearing down on them, the remaining tribesmen threw down their weapons, ready to join Archaon's Host.

The Everchosen rode up to join his champions, dismounting. The tiniest glimpse of a smile was visible through the narrow slit in his helm. "And so the pieces fall into place." Even dismounted, the trio towered over their surrendered foes. The Gifts of Chaos did help cut an imposing figure. "The two of you, oversee the rites for those who wish to turn to Khorne. I will deputize others for the other gods." He sheathed his sword, finally able to relax. His flank was finally secure, soon it would be time to move south, and lay waste to the Empire of Man.
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Skulltaker
 Posted: Apr 24 2017, 11:04 PM
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Surrender. The thought disgusted him. Warriors were supposed to fight to the death, make their foes bleed for every inch of ground taken. Still, Archaon wanted an army. If he was to serve the Everchosen well, he would need to go along with this. It would take a great deal of willpower not to simply slaughter the cowards, but he could manage.

He rode over to where the others were meeting, hopping down from his Juggernaut. Despite his size and weight, his landing seemed light, graceful. More akin to an elf than a demon of war. Skulltaker took great pride in elegance and grace, it was what set him apart from the common Bloodletters. That, and his code of conduct. He was an odd man out, a disciplined, ordered servant of Chaos.

Another scowl came over the demon's face when he heard their assignment. He was supposed to welcome these cowards into the fold. The demon nodded, trying to think of creative ways to make them prove themselves. Perhaps they could be made to fight their former friends, those who proved their dedication by spilling blood for the Blood God would be allowed to live. "I will do my best, My Lord. We shall see who has the dedication to follow the True Gods."
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 Posted: Apr 25 2017, 10:47 AM
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The enemy faltered, and those who did not kneel or grovel, and instead continued to fight, were met with overwhelming executionary force. Ylva attempted to join that, until Archaon approached her.

As he met her, she straightened up, a gleam in her eyes.

"Your will be done, Everchosen! It is the greatest of honors to command under the mortal blessed by the Four, and especially by my own beloved god! You are the First of the Almighty, and by Khorne, I will sacrifice my own blood and skull to see your ascension."

She bowed low at the waist, a rare show of submission amongst her kind, however short it was. She turned to U'zhul.

"I know your hunger. Would you brand these worms with me, or carry on the great Khornate ritual?"
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 Posted: Apr 27 2017, 10:55 PM
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He could see the discomfort on Skulltaker's face. The demon was a killer, the Executioner of Khorne. It was no wonder he didn't like the idea of surrender, taking prisoners, taking converts. It was a good thing he was obedient. U'zuhl was a useful weapon, it would be a shame to have to put him down.

Ylva, on the other hand, was eager. Perhaps too eager. Maybe she was just jockeying for position, trying to secure a place above all the other champions of Khorne. On the other hand, maybe she was trying to seize control of the warhost herself. It was something he worried about. Maybe he'd been listening too closely to Tzeentch's representative, Kairos. That mad old schemer always assumed something sinister.

Archaon mounted up again, riding down the line. Next down was the Slaaneshi section of the host, with Sigvald the Magificent at its head. The champion looked just shy of twenty, it was hard to believe he had been more than a century old when the last Everchosen marched south. It had been hard to convince him to follow the new Everchosen, only 114 years old, but in time he had seen reason, after enough of his tribe had been crushed by the Warhost. Archaon was pleased to see that he was already at work, sending forth his Chosen to initiate the new recruits. He rode on, towards the children of the Plague God.
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