252 War on the Frozen Shores Part 1: The Beginning
(General POV)
Location the Norscan Shores, the Lands of the Graelings-Outside the Ruined Port/Battlefield-Dark Legion Vs World Walkers
The battle has begun, the two large Chaos armies were charging through the snow coated battlefield to start their clash.
Ixion was the prey that Wulfrik, he is focused on that's when he noticed flamed start to emenate and coat his enemy's form, meaning only magic casting.
The Wanderer saw as his enemy wasted no time in beginning the attack, so that meant he must evade the upcoming magical attack.
Bending the Winds of Magic, the Dark One used one of his many advantages against Wulfrik, harnessing the power of the Lore of Fire, he made Ixion raise it right arm and casted a powerful "Burning Head" conjuring a huge fire in the shape of a wicket, skeletal face floating above said arm.
In a swift motion of swinging down his right arm, Laharl/Ixion unleashed the spell upon the enemy.
Soaring through the cold air, was a wicket flame head that headed straight at the World Walker army, and clearly seeing the spell before it was fully casted the Eternal Wanderer, rushed out the way...but his marauders weren't as fast as he was.
The Burning Head crashed into the area with several dozen marauders, causing a burst of dark magical fire that consumed them.
Those unfortunate to have not died in the initial blast, suffered under the fires, their scream and thrashing madly as the fire slowly consumed them...the God of Magic, was pleased and impressed by the level of magical power that recently been acquired by Ixion, was able to do.
The Crystal of Overwhelming Insanity, was working better than the Dark One hoped for as the said crystal glowed orange amethyst from the surge of fire magic, the manipulations of the Winds of Magic was greatly improved for the Dark One, he might even compare his new ability to a veteran wizard in the Old World, and he was eager to continue using it in this battle.
At that moment, Wulfrik saw dozen of his warriors burn, before he could retaliate a enemy Chaos Knight with a long sword rushed at him.
Blocking the blade with his shield and engaging in combat with his opponent, clashing swords until more from Ixion's army started to head towards him, Wulfrik scoffed, before letting out a battle cry of challenge, inviting all his enemies to face him in battle.
At the same time, something similar occurred to the Dark One as Wulfrik's marauders rushed him.
This only excited the Warp Gods within Ixion, as the first few axe marauders rushed in screaming like wild animal, Ixion/Laharl swung his Hellbane slashing them across the chest, gushing blood out the wounds.
Performing a forward spin, he beheaded one of the marauders and with a swing of his morningstar crushed another through a blow to the chest.
Just like it's namesake and ability, upon the Wailmaker hitting the body of its victim, the pain and power surged into the Norscan was nearly unimaginable agony!!!
A truly painful death, as Laharl made Ixion kick away the dead marauder, freeing the sharp spikes from the flesh that the morningstar once pierced.
This display of agony and pain, made Slaanesh moan in ecstacy she might even reward the Daemonharts once the battle ends.
Once again Laharl started to bend the Winds of Magic, specifically the Lore of Metal, causing his crystal to glow a silver amethyst color this time.
The Dark One casted a wide spread, "Plague of Rust" on not only those still fighting but all behind them, as he noticed his Chaos Khights of Plague and Khorne facing off marauders and a Marauder Champion, baring the mark of Chaos on his bare chest.
Bursting fort from Ixion violet colored armor, was a silver light that turned into a silver mist which quickly covered his targets, then from silver it turned a rust color and with it all the equipment of the warriors from the World Walkers army started to wither and weaken from the powerful spell.
None have seen such a level of power from Metal Sorcerer before, immediately the plague and blood knights of the Dark Legion, struck at their enemies.
The knights of Khorne, brutally cut through their victims armors covering themselves in the warm, fresh blood of their victims fueling their insatiable bloodlust all the while both Khornes were pleased at the massacre occurring, all the while the knights of disease, slowly and brutally kill and infected their victims.
These Nurglish Knights soaked their enemies attacks like insignificant hits from a insect, as the bloated, sore covered Nurgle worshipping knight struck down their victims with great poisoned and rusted weapons.
All the while Warp Nurgle was greatly pleased and happy with what Laharl has wrought with his "Plague of Rust", even complimenting his older brother.
As the victims suffered the metal magical debuff, Laharl struck down those that dared to challenge him.
With a couple of swings from his daemonic greatsword and Chaos morningstar all his challengers lay broken and death on the Norscan snow...
Looking around in search for more mortals to kill he spotted some of his succubi, those she-daemon daughters of his beloved Kiira, were utterly devastating their prey.
Since most of Norscan armies are predominantly male, the succubi are a lethal adversary against them, as they fell to the succubus "charm" which resulted in gruesome deaths that would make "She Who Thirst" salivate in ruptures euphoria...just then he and his brother swore they've hear a sensual, squealing moan come from the air...since he knows Slaanesh better than Khorne or Nurgle, the Dark One can already tell who was responsible for that moan, sighing, he made Ixion start heading to another part of the battlefield...
Returning to the succubi, they targeted the largest force of men that they could charge at.
Immediately flooding their victims with their Charm, weakening them through euphoria, and desire for them making them easier victims to "play" with.
Their claws, and ring blades were completely covered in blood and gore, as they swiftly engaged and glided through their engagement with the marauders (sword, axe, and spear variants) all the while the daughters of the Succubus Matriarch, felt a dark, divine interference almost like a weaker rival to their dark lady/mother, trying to take control of them.
Honestly whatever entity is trying to take control of them, was only amusing the she-daemons as they'll never betray their dark masters so they just focused on playing and tormenting their new toys.
(Slaanesh/Excess Goddess POV)
Location the Realm of Chaos/Slaanesh Domain-The Palace of Slaanesh, Personal Chambers
I'm...sooo...frustrated!!!!!
I'm soo annoyed I grabbed the closest thing, to my bed a crushed it...feeling the wet sensation on my beautiful hand, realizing that I just killed my wine server...damn.
Wiping the daemonette blood off my hand, I returned to my original train of thought, when the new outerworldly champion, Ixion Daemonhart, appeared and his origins revealed by the new Chaos God's pet, (Void Hydra) I will admit I was a bit peeved that I'd gain another annoying rival, but another world filled with wonders, sensations, and undiscovered pleasures I originally wanted to make a truce with this Dark One to gain access of this new world.
But me and my annoying siblings couldn't find him, this new God has command over a power that even with all of us using our combined powers couldn't penetrate or sense...but that wasn't the only source of my latest frustrations.
Using my purple claws to come my beautiful and luscious pink tinted white hair, to calm myself a bit...
Once again I tried to contact my champion inside of Ixion but this Dark One, Laharl Valboga, again block him from me.
Then I tried to gain souls and service of these light brown skinned elves, but they ignored me...how DARE THEM, IGNORE THE DARK PRINCESS!!!?
Then lastly I witnessed the most beautiful, sensual, and sexy little she-daemons emerge from that "Greater Daemon Fortress", learning they're called succubus I immediately went to claim these she-daemons as my own, I truly believe that they'll thrive and cause untold amount of pleasure, pain, and dark sensations that will bring me great happiness and amusement for a while.
But all my attempts were ignored again!!!!
These succubi should serve me, even my lovely daemonettes agree with me, hearing their claims to have untold fun, pain, and pleasure with these she-daemons but they refuse me!!!!!
My anger surged fort causing the Palace and my domain quake, when some of my handmaidens tried to calm me down all they received for their brazen acts with a quick, unfeeling death, the worst thing to happen to any aligned to me.
With a clear look of annoyance and anger, I rised my right hand and unleashed a royal purple, burgundy, pink colored beam from my hand erasing these brazen fools, a swift and painless death the worst end for those that fail me.
Turning my attention back to the battlefield, I now see my new rising Champion, was admist of a unexpected battle with that mortal that me and the others curse with the Gift of Tongues, none of us send him to face Ixion...but this will prove entertaining and possibly insight on why these new beings refuse my generous offering of serving under me.
(General POV)
Location the Norscan Shores, the Lands of the Graelings-Outside the Ruined Port/Battlefield-Dark Legion Vs World Walkers
As the succubi were finishing their victims, another part of the battle Kholek and his shartaks were also engaged in battle.
Stronger and faster since becoming a daemon, Kholek was the first amongst his kin to reach the enemy with lightning surging through the Daemon Prince Shaggoth, and his giant warhammer held high he struck at some norscan Chaos Khights immediately upon his Starcrusher impacting anything causes a massive shockwave that killed those surrounding the main crushed victims of Kholek's strike.
As the Herald of the Tempest, stretched his draconian black wings and roared his kin of dragon ogres and shaggoths came rushing in with massive battleaxes, warhammers, great spears, and mauls all also seeking glory from the Warp Gods, as they Daemon Prince.
As the Chaos Khights panicked another enemy was coming towards them four laharlish giants were stomping their way towards them.
Their massive claws eager for blood, as well as their stomachs before the World Walkers could even think of falling back they were surrounded by the enemy, meaning certain doom for them all...
During these engagements between the two Chaos armies, Wulfrik was cutting down another Dark Legion marauder, when he was swarmed by dark armored creatures with sharp-teeth and elongated tongues. (Knightmares)
These creatures armed with black daemonic longswords, and spears charged at the Eternal Wanderer making him smirk, holding up Torgald pointing towards his enemy, and his great shield ready the Norscan Chaos Lord was excited to face a new prey as a dozen knightmares encroached upon him.
At the sametime Laharl/Ixion was beheading a werekin, while crushing a Norscan snow wolf that tried to launch at him.
The Wailmaker utterly crushed and splashed blood allover, as large number of wolves lay dead and bloody around the avatar, as the Dark One sensed more enemies approaching him he decided to use his Crystal of Overwhelming Insanity to bend not only the Winds of Magic, but also bend the Fire Lore to create a new spell...this will obviously catch the attention of the Blue Scribes, P'tarix and Xirat'p, but he didn't care this was more of an experiment if even with his low magical stats he can manipulate magic as lore states that all the Chaos Gods are able to do.
As he harnessed once again the power of the Lore of Fire, making Ixion's crystal turn a orange amethyst again.
As he desired a very basic and versatile fire spell that all if not most rpg have a variant of it, basically a cone fire spell of constant damage through mana injection.
The Dark One was bending the power of the Wind of Magic and the Lore of Fire to such a level that magical flames were bursting fort from his body, seeing this the marauders and other warriors of Wulfrik, began to back off as the fury of the magical flames were too intense and hot for them to get close.
Some of the more deranged and blessed by the Gods, tried to attack (Marauder Champions and Exalted Chaos Khights of Undivided) only to be licked and burned by Ixion/Laharl's channeling spell.
Forcing them back as the fires were intensifying and growing around Ixion, while a simple on concept the spell will be powerful in its own simplicity.
All the while he could hear scratching...just like lore states upon whispers and planning of a new spell, they will be there to secretly document and record a new spell and piece of Tzeentch in their countless tomes and grimoires.
He'll confess as a proud and hardcore Chaos Player/Fan, it was kinda awesome to experience the couple of more iconic Tzeentch characters interested in him...but he still had a spell to complete and unleash...
Ixion's arms burst into greater levels of flames and power, then the upper half of the Avatar as the spell has finished molding and channeling making the Dark One, inside of Ixion excited to fire the spell onto his victims.
Rising and stretching out, both arms at chest level, as Laharl/Ixion release the new fire spell in a orange/yellow flash two massive stream of magical fire burst out of Ixion's arm.
A wide spread cone of magical fire, consumed the area in a great inferno burning and killing several dozen enemies to a black, shard corpses, even the intense frost and cold of this far north was nothing against this continues streams of fire.
All the while the Blue Scribes, P'tarix and Xirat'p, recorded the new spell for their Dark God, and speaking of the Sorceror God.
Tzeentch was pleased and slightly impressed while it was a slight adjustment to the violitile force of the Lore of Fire, it was quite affitient and powerful, more and more this outerworldly Chaos Champion was impressing the God of Magic, and this was done by his newest rival's champion, he could only guess the power and magical manipulations that his own champion inside Ixion is capable of...he was right this battle, shall prove quite a shift in the strands of fate, of not only Wulfrik but this world, and Tzeentch is loving every moment it unfolds.
