War on the Frozen Shores Part 3: Enter the Huntress
(General POV)
Location the Norscan Shores, the Lands of the Graelings-Outside the Ruined Port/Battlefield-Dark Legion Vs World Walkers
The battle was raging on, as servents of Chaos were killing one another in the name of the Dark Gods, and their respected Lord.
As Laharl/Ixion was finishing the adjustments and enhancements he has granted to his new beast, Whiptail along with healing all the bruises his previous attack caused the manticore has greatly changed as it now had a fur and mane which is blackish violet.
It wings became larger and even sprouting another pair of them to balance the growth in size of Whiptail now it was the size of a Slaughterbrute, it claws were bright maroon in color and twice their size and sharpness than before.
Whiptail's horn became longer just like his fangs that now pertrude out the sides of its mouth, and the reason for his namesake, the tail of Whiptail has become even longer and whip like with spikes, barbs, and a curved sharp blade at its tip, as it sways and lashes in the cold Norscan air, the violet glowing eyes of Whiptail looked at his master.
Immediately it lower his head in respect, Laharl heard both his brothers, Khorne and Nurgle praised him for creating and taming such a powerful beast.
The Dark One, thanked them for their compliments, and returned to where he left his Wailmaker, picking up the Chaos morningstar before returning back to Whiptail's side and mounting the now Exalted Manticore.
With a pointing of his Hellbane, Whiptail roared and charged towards the direction that Ixion pointed, which was filled with Norscan enemies all souls for him to harvest, and fresh blood for Whiptail to feast upon.
While the Eternal Wanderer, Wulfrik now accompanied by some of his men was fighting against some Blood-Drinkers that have cut off from the main force to challenge him.
A couple of berserk Bloodreavers charged at Wulfrik, only for the Eternal Wanderer, shield bash the first that came crushing his red helm against the tower shield and his own skull, a sickening, wet cracking sound was heard as the khornate warrior fell dead.
Showing his superhuman strength, shocked the other Blood-Drinkers, and Wulfrik along with his warriors capilized on this moment to attack...
Charging forward him and his warriors, the Wanderer swung his greatsword easily cleaving through his victim's axe and head as he foolishly tried to guard against Wulfrik.
Kicking away the dead bloodreaver, his saw as his Chaos Khights swiftly dealt with the others, leaving him with three bloodreavers to kill for himself.
As the two blood crazed, followers of the Hound charged him, Wulfrik spun his greatsword, Torgald a bit before taking his first swing cutting deeply across the first bloodreaver, causing blood to gush out as his death scream was getting more muted, as his life faded, the other two Blood-Drinkers charged together at Wulfrik.
Their goreblades ready to cut into their enemy for the Blood God, only for Wulfrik to easily block their combined attacks, and showed that he clearly wasn't straining against them, as the two bloodreavers were showing clear signs of using all their strength to try, breaking through Wulfrik's defense.
With a strong push Wulfrik knock his opponent of balance, unablining them from evading his wide horizontal slash, killing both in one swing.
More notches in kills for the Eternal Wanderer, but he was far from sastified stepping on the dead he continued searching for his target, seeing him leave his warriors immediately rush to their lord's side as the battle was far from being done...
The knightmares, and infernals with also the newest blood beast, the couple of slaughterbrutes were engaging a force of berserker marauders that misjudged the new daemons that they've never faced before.
The knightmares were rushing in fighting against the dual axe wielding Norscans, as daemonic longswords, spears, and halberts slashed, chopped, and stabbed into their mortal victims, all the while the originally WoW daemons, the now Carnage constructs, the Infernals stomped forward into the middle of the battle between the Dark Legion daemons and World Walkers.
The violet flamed infernals, groaned as they lifted up their stone made, massive arms and crushed the marauders that futilly try to damage the giants, daemonic stone made daemons of Carnage, all their weapons simply broke upon hitting the surface of these daemons.
As the knightmares cut down their victims, and the infernals crushed others of the World Walkers, the slaughterbrutes were living up to their namesake.
With just a couple of slaughterbrutes, the loses of the World Walkers were larger then the Dark Legion, the four slaughterbrutes were tearing apart the marauders their enhanced daemonic abilities and physiques making twice as powerful and dangerous, then the average slaughterbrutes of the Old World, Warp Khorne sensing the bloodshed and ferocity that his beasts are causing was greatly pleased.
Ixion/Laharl ridding upon his Exalted Manticore, Whiptail has returned to the main battle.
Ixion and Whiptail charged at a mammoth, which was killing several of his mortal followers, he used one of his own lore of magic, against the giant beast.
Commanding Whiptail to take flight, which the carnage enhanced monster did so flapping his four wings, as it flew straight at the mammoth shrugging off all the arrows shot at it, for his master's blessing Whiptail's hide was too tough and thick to be pierced by simple arrows.
Channeling his daemonic dominion over darkness, and with added aid and power of the Crystal, the spell from the Lore of Laharl was quickly completing a powerful spell called, [Void Vortex].
All over Ixion was black shadow like miasma, as the crystal turned a bright violet amethyst glow, as the daylight over Norsca was beginning to deem, once again the sound of scratching was heard by the Dark One, only this time he knew no matter what the Blue Scribes or Tzeentch did he wouldn't be able to copy or record a spell from his own essence and lore, just like Nurgle's and Slaanesh's own lores.
As the shadows started to bend and gather around the mammoth, the marauders which were incharge of it started to panic and try to force their mammoth to escape, whatever Ixion was doing...but it was futile.
With the crystal adding his power, and command over the Winds of Magic, as the spell began to emerge and surround the beast in a swirling shadow circle, Laharl commanded Ixion to stretch out his right arm/hand making a grasping motion as the added power of the Winds of Magic will make this spell much more powerful, and massive...
While the Norscan, struggle to command the now panicking beast, as it swiped its mutated thunk and tusks around to knock away the miasma that was surrounding it.
But in the end it was all for not, as those shadows started to coil tighter and ensnare it victims, making Laharl smile within Ixion.
Once he was sure that he has channeled enough magical power, he commanded the avatar to quickly and firmly close it hand triggering the [Void Vortex] as a massive orb of Void and Darkness emerged at the center of the swirling shadows, resembling a miniature black hole, and possessing similar characteristics as one as well.
The magical force release at the very center of the mammoth position tore it apart as the shadow grasp and held in place, a literal vortex empowered by the Void, as the giant beast was pulled into the vortex of literal crushing nothing killing it and the marauders stationed to command it.
As both sides saw this and were utter awe and disbelief.
Tzeentch was ecstatic seeing such a powerful, space bending spell with it in his arsenal and essence he shall vastly regain his lost power...or so he thought...
Meanwhile on the shoreline of the destroyed port, a new arrival has come to join the war.
Location the Norscan Shores, the Lands of the Graelings-The Ruined Port
The Catsabers of the Shien Clutter have finally made landfall onto Norsca.
Tai Tai was the first amongst her clutter to jump off the ship and touch the ruined and destroyed remnants of what used to be a human port, with deep red eyes and a sharp, serated, wicket smile adorning her face, aside from the smell of sulphur and ash, she smell the scent of a powerful being and she knew that at last they have caught up, with the Chosen of the Gods, Ixion Daemonhart.
Her hoodie ear warmers, twitch like a cat as her three tails swaying in the air showing her excitement cause not only does she smell the scent of the creatures of the Gods, but many, many humans which can only mean a war was being waged.
She laughed as she called out to the rest of her clutter, with that around 200 catsaber, including herself she was eager for war.
It was clearly shown in her tanned colored, beautiful in a wild way, sprouting her claws she charged straight to the location which the battle was being held.
Running on all fours, with her clutter following their chieftain closely, Tai Tai was eager to fight, to huntdown all her prey across this battleground, and also to finally meet this Ixion Daemonhart for her own.
Location the Norscan Shores, the Lands of the Graelings-Outside the Ruined Port/Battlefield-Dark Legion Vs World Walkers
With the mammoth dead by Laharl's darkness magic, and the sound of desperate scratching and he along with his brothers could sense a great level of frustration and anger emenating from the far north, Laharl knew that it was clearly Tzeentch being enraged by the fact he couldn't claim his lore spell, and he even heard Nurgle's joyful and ecstatic laughter and coughing, clearly the Maggotking was enjoying the Sorceror God's misfortune.
As Laharl/Ixion chuckled and petted his beast Whiptail, he sensed not only enemies at the south of his position but...also a relatively large group of mortal women, coming towards the battle.
In a quick moment Laharl recognized the soul of the one leading the small army, and smiled as this was the woman that has indirectly prayed to him some days ago, maybe he found a worthy candidate for a future queen, if not they'll still be useful for the Dark Legion.
As he commanded Whiptail, to start descending towards the south to continue slaying their enemy.
The exalted manticore, roared as it turned towards the south and started to slowly descend to the snow covered ground.
Down below many marauders, and chaos knights were gathered preparing to charge at a small force of gibbet dawned creatures. (Mortifinis)
When they heard a ferocious roar, some of then looked to the sky, and saw a monster that resembled a giant manticore, before the Axe-throwers could retaliate Whiptail swiped it very long, and sharp-tip tail wildly, cutting down several of them deeply, some were gutted, cut across the chest, or badly wounded in their arms.
Shocked by such a vicious long ranged attack, they failed to realize that the enemy lord was mounted on the beast and said beast was quickly landing.
Once Whiptail landed, and roared at the World Walkers, the Dark One made Ixion stretch his arms wide with Hellbane and Wailmaker held tight in each respecting hand as he spoke to them through Ixion, "Come. Offer your souls, to the One that Dwells in the Void. Give your lives to me!" intimidate at first, but in the end the Norscans rushed at him and Whiptail, pleasing him and his brothers, as it better to kill somewhat strong victims, then sniveling cowards.
In brutal slaughter, Laharl/Ixion and Whiptail killed all that stood in their way.
Swinging his greatsword and morningstar, cutting down and crushing all that the Dark One connects, while his beast's claws, fangs, and tail were stained in fresh blood and spilled much more.
More than thirty bodies of Norscans lay dead around them, seeing this horrific slaughter made the other norscans back off, which annoyed Laharl as he commanded Whiptail to start walking forward.
Every step Whiptail took, the enemy took two steps back, but before they could run Laharl smiled inside of Ixion as he sensed the new arrivals have just entered the battlefield...and were currently behind his enemy.
Like stated before these men could run they heard a scream behind them, turning to see the cause of the scream they saw one of their own being impaled by a pair of five, large, sharp and blood covered claws.
As the tribesmen gargled and struggled to breathe, his body slagged and fell dead as it was tossed aside revealing a catsaber beauty, her hooded head but exposed face which was quite beautiful even with the scars on it.
Tai Tai, laughed as she swiped her hands in the air getting the human blood off her claws, rising her index claw next her right cheek, she said in joyful sounding voice full of malice and bloodlust, "Lucky me. The Gods have granted my clutter, with soo much prey. This is going to be fun." from behind Tai Tai, came several other catsabers.
All rushing pass her, and attacking the norscans, with a smile she quickly joined as claws were being stained with fresh blood, while the World Walkers fought against the new enemies, Laharl order Whiptail to enter the fray as well, making this slaughter much more bloodier.