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  • Ceres. Once known as the white queen of the Reef, it is now nothing more than a shadow of its old self. A shadow of days when the Reef did not exist, when humanity ruled the asteroid belt instead of the Awoken. Enxor, the Bone Wraith, took that from us. Enxor slaughtered all living things in the belt. But Enxor was felled on Ceres. He died there, before his legions could make way towards Earth.

    Now, all of that which was done threatens to be undone. The vile Sect Bones of Enxor have completed their century-long quest. Enxor is rising once more.

    One Fireteam, under the name of Fireteam Argus, has stood up against Enxor's Rise. Risking their very lives, these brave Guardians have breached the ancient fortress where the Bone Wraith plots his return. At this hour, the Traveler's greatest warriors shall face off with the Hive's most feared champion.

    Today will be...

    Enxor's End.


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    • "Finally." Arxus muttered aloud. The Bone Champion had been finished at last and so breathed the last breath of the Zealots. There still remained the final challenge; overcoming Enxor himself. In their rush to reach the ritual chamber, setback after setback assailed Argus; and so, ever closer did Enxor draw towards his inevitable awakening. Stories told of the Hive God being hundreds of feet tall, able to cleave star vessels in twain with little effort. It was unknown if Argus, or anyone could stop such a creature once it was brought back to life. The goal was clear but it remained unclear if such a goal could even be attained at this point. 

      Arxus grasped upon his scout rifle and spoke. "We have no time left. The chamber is just ahead." He forged off ahead almost immediately, expecting his comrades to follow in his wake.

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    • "Not even time for a reunion?"

      Argus turned at the sound of a farmiliar voice in the doorway behind them. There stood Varrus, clutching the summoner in his right hand, and his forehead in his left. Taking his hand off his head and walking forward to join the group, the giant spoke.

      "Real nice to know that you guys left me back at the freighter after I passed out. Then again, I kinda unintentionally tried to kill some of you, so I cant really blame you now, can I. Luckly, the trail of hive ash you left isn't exactly hard to follow."

      Gazing beyond the fireteam at the massive open doorway filled with pitch black night, the titan commented.

      "That wouldn't happen to be Enxor's dwelling would it? Because I woke up in the depths of a hive fortress next to the headless corpse of what was once a guardian with half my custom armour ruined and quite possibly the worst headache in the history of mankind, and I kinda feel like taking it out on the closest hive champion I can find."

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    • "I'd be damned if that's not where we need to go," Chorrin mumbled. "I mean, that door's larger than Zavala's fists. And boy, does he have some large fists. He can barely swing the damn things."

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    • Scythe stumbled over to the group, the hilt of the shattered Cleaver still in his hand. "Oh right, we still have to kill uber-Crota." he hissed as he tossed the broken sword to one side and drew Red Death. "If it bleeds, we can kill it."

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    • "We're just a bunch of Guardians up against one of the Hive's greatest champions, who happens to be a God. What's the worst that could happen?" Arxus casually slung out his shotgun and blasted a Thrall's head off, turning it into ashes. The ritual chamber was just ahead and it seemed like there were no more obstacles left in sight. The front door happened to be open so Arxus strolled right inside. The darkness vanished as braziers lit up one by one, as if commanded by some unseen force. The ritual chamber was bathed in a green glow and all was revealed. The Bones of Enxor had left the chamber entirely. The chamber itself was a massive circular room with braziers around each corner; all burning with an intense green flame. At the center of the room was a soul crystal, blue in color. A skeletal sillhouette was trapped inside the crystal, with glowing white eyes inside. Given that the thing was sitting around in the middle of the chamber, best guess was that it was Enxor's soul. 

      "So we're here. Now what?" Arxus commented, pulling his fist under his chin in contemplation. The thing was massive; almost three times the size of Crota's soul crystal. Though Arxus didn't partake in Crota's demise since he was still away on the Europa mission, he heard all about it when he returned. Arxus looked around the room. Since the crystal was so massive, support structures were in place to keep it from tumbling over. "He's not awake yet, that's good. Don't know how long it'll stay that way, though." Arxus commented, before pointing out the support struts. "We could probably take those out with a few good explosions. Crystal looks too thick to take out with just guns."

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    • Scythe studied the massive soul crystal. "That motherfucker has to be at least three stories tall. Bullets probably wouldn't even scratch it." The Hunter reached into his cloak. "However..." He removed several blocks of a gray, claylike substance from a pocket. "I do still have some C-8 left. If we place it on the supports, and maybe a little around the base, it should be enough to bring it down."

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    • "And then what?" Orkrim responded. "What difference does it make to us if it is on the floor instead of in the air? I doubt that it will break if it falls."

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    • "What I'm thinking is that we place explosives on some of the supports along one side and on one side of the base. Then, with any luck and/or a push from us, it'll tip over." His Ghost added some sound effects for emphasis. "Even if it doesn't shatter, it'll still be damaged."

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    • As Argus discussed how to bring down what appeared to be Enxor's Soul Crystal, they didn't notice the tendrils of Darkness that started to creep into the chamber and fill it. Before any of the Guardians had noticed, the entire room was pitch-black, and only themselves and the giant crystal were visible. An ear-shattering shriek sounded, and a voice as cold as ice spoke.

      "You seek Enxor, the Bone Wraith, he who gives death to light. And you shall find Enxor, Witherer of Light and Devourer of Worlds, and he will destroy you, and nothing shall be left of you who seek him."

      Now, numerous other voices joined the first.

      "Oh, great Devourer of Worlds, come to us and cast this Light out of our realm!"

      "Oh, great Witherer of Light, come and destroy these who protect a false god!"

      "Oh, great Wraith of Bone, shatter our enemies and show your wrath to the ones who seek you!"

      The Crystal started to vibrate, and the colour gradually started to change from blue to a pure white. As it vibrated, the chorus of voices began to sing something incomprehensible. As the song became louder and louder, the vibrations increased, and cracks started to appear. As the song reached its climax, the Crystal let out a tremendous roar, and it shattered. The voice of ice spoke again.

      "Beware Guardians. Enxor is coming."

      And then Argus fell, deep into Enxor's Abyss.

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    • As the voice began to reverberate across the chamber, Scythe summoned his Ghost. < Already scanning, boss. So far, it's not looking good. > Just then, the crystal shattered and the floor gave way, dropping them all into a seemingly-bottomless chasm.

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    • The ground shook and the voices called out in an unholy chorus, for they praised the return of their God. A chilling song was sung and before any could realize, it had become too late to stop. Enxor was awake. Arxus reached for his Gjallarhorn but before he could even take aim, the floor gave out underneath him. And so he dropped, down and down into the dark abyss. The world had been consumed by darkness and in that dark lurked their king. The God of Bones. Arxus activated his lift and slowly drifted down towards the bottom of the abyss. The room was pitch black with no walls in sight; even the ceiling could not be seen as it was so high. A sickly looking miasmia drifted upwards from the floor. Arxus narrowed his eyes and looked around the room. 

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    • "Oh no no no NO!" Orkrim yelled as he fell into the dark. All his companions could land safely with their powers, but Orkrim only had his Blink to rely on. Despite having a very long range, it could only shorten the distance he fell, not cushion the impact. As such, while all the others landed softly, he Blinked as close to the ground as he could get, where he landed with a loud smack.

      <Orkrim is unconscious,> Chorrin's Ghost chimed. <He has a couple of broken ribs, but at least he didn't get crippled again.>

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    • Scythe Blinked over to the wall, where he used his Fallen Grips to stick to the wall and climb down. "Oh not again." he muttered as he checked Orkrim's vitals. "Ghost, spotlight."

      With that, the Ghost's eye lit up, illuminating the area. They appeared to be in a large room or cavern of some sort. The Hunter readied his Shrapnel Launcher and activated his Fallen Vision. "Now what?"

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    • (Fallen Vision?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Fallen Vision?)


      (I've had Scythe use that before. Basically, it's greatly enhanced low-light vision, way better than anything the City has)

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    • (OP much?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (OP much?)


      (Maybe. Scythe is the leader of a Fallen House, of course he's going to use whatever equipment he can in order to gain an edge)

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    • As Argus argued amongst themselves about how to bring down the crystal, a low song grew in the backround until the floor beneath their feet dropped away into pitch black nothingness. Varrus reacted slowly to this rapid change in elevation, but had plenty of time to correct his posture as he fell. While he coulden't see the ground below him, the giant activated his lift none the less. This action was just in time, as Varrus crashed into the ground below with barely reduced velocity.

      Grunting as he raised himself  from the squat that he was forced into by the landing, Varrus peered into the blackness with his auto rifle at the ready, listening to his fireteam's chatter. When it was mentioined that Orkrim was uncontious, the giant commented.

      "*sigh* Warlocks. Always breaking a rib or three if you sneese at them too hard."

      With that, Varrus paced over to the warlock's uncontious form and slung him over his sholder, securing him with his left arm and hip-reading the summoner with his right. 

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    • (That doesn't make it any less OP, Patton.)

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    • ( The Fallen vision deal was established like two threads ago, this is nothing new. )

      "Everyone alive?" Arxus called out, as he couldn't see anything in the pitch black. Just as he said this, Grim popped out and lit up the area with his flashlight. Piles of bones were strewn across the dark chasm, foretelling of a place of death; a feeding ground of sorts, even. The Titan looked about for his allies and eventually found Varrus and Orkrim's unconscious body. Arxus guessed that he probably had Blink... not so great with long falls. "What happened to him?" The Titan asked, resting his rifle over his shoulder. In the not too far distance, echoed cries of impending death sounded off. The end was most surely near, but Argus had to regroup.

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    • Dasleo wrote:
      ( The Fallen vision deal was established like two threads ago, this is nothing new. )

      [...]

      (Really, Scythe's Fallen Vision is just a Guardian helmet with Fallen optics. The resulting low-light vision is a bit better than City gear)

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    • "Orkrim is out cold." Scythe growled as he surveyed the area through the sights of his Shrapnel Launcher. "Looks like we're in a pit trap. Steep walls, no obvious way out..." his voice trailed off as he began to examine the walls of the pit. Sure enough, there was a seam, with just a hint of light seeping through the crack. A door, perhaps? "Ghost, scan."

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    • As Scythe's Ghost scanned the crack, the light behind it seemed to grow, and soon it almost blinded Scythe. Scythe quickly backed away, as the light now illuminated most of what seemed to be the walls of the pit. Then, a loud shriek was heard, and the wall exploded outwards as the light died down. From the hole, tall creatures similar to Acolytes started to walk out, hands holding short swords of bone.

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    • "Guys, we have company!" Scythe roared as he drew his Shock Blades and charged the first Acolyte. It made an ash of itself, as the Hunter was upon it before it could raise it's own blade. Scythe hacked it's torso, and the monster began to leak ash.

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    • Despite the wound the Acolyte had recieved, it did not stagger. Instead, it brought up its blade and slammed it down on Scythe's back.

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    • Scythe roared in pain and sank to his knees as the uber-Acolyte struck him. He fought to stay concious as he activated Arc Blade, stabbing the giant in the knee before Blinking away.

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    • The monstrous Hive soldier did not seem to care of the wounds it had recieved, and simply started to limp towards Scythe, its bloodied sword held in both hands, preparing for the next blow it would deal. The other Acolytes started to spread out in the endless chasm, making their way towards the other Guardians.

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    • (Jaybus! What does it take to kill these things?!

      Um, guys?  A little help here?)

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    • From behind the Acolyte, two barrels appeared. The last words the Hive soldier would ever hear were "peek-a-boo", because after saying that, Chorrin fired both of his Hand Cannons simultaneously, forming two large holes in the back of the Acolyte's head and knocking it into an unnatural angle. "Aim for the head next time," Chorrin said to Scythe, before turning around and sprinting towards the next Acolyte.

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    • "Well, this is shit." Arxus commented, as the group was slowly surrounded by Acolyte-like creatures with giant cleavers. They beared down upon Argus and moved with lumbering pace, but seemed impervious to conventional firearms. One of the Hive soldiers absolutely wrecked Scythe, but with some quick thinking from the ever-favorite hunter Chorrin, it became apparent that such creatures were not entirely unbeatable. "I do love a good game of cat and mouse." Arxus spoke as he cocked his shotgun, running headlong into one of the soldiers.

      The Hive creature slammed its cleaver down upon Arxus, but he proved to be far too nimble and edged himself just narrowly out of the cleaver's radius. "I'm the cat..." The creature attempted to swing its cleaver on a horizontal axis, to catch Arxus off-guard. It didn't, as he jumped on the blade and ran up the soldier's arm. He nodded towards the being as he leveled his shotgun towards its' face. "You're the mouse." He blasted away at the creature with point-blank range, ripping off chitin and reducing the face to an unholy mess of rotting flesh. After Arxus jumped off, the soldier's face resembled more of swiss cheese than something the Hive could create.

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    • "Point taken. Nice save." Scythe growled as he lept on the next uber-Acolyte. The giant tried to shake him off, but the Hunter used his Shock Swords as climbing hooks, soon reaching the monster's head. He then proceeded to hack the Acolyte's head off, the corpse disintigrating into ash as it hit the chamber floor. "Two down, more to go." Scythe muttered as the next Acolyte charged him.

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    • (The Acolytes aren't Ogre sized. Just about a head taller than a regular Knight.)

      The next Acolyte to assault Scythe was surprisingly quick, and kept the Hunter on distance with low and wide swings. Eventually, Scythe got careless, and as he moved in to strike with his Shock Swords a swipe from the Cleaver caught him in the torso, ripping off a large chunk of armor.

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    • Scythe dodged most of the blade, with just his chestplate snagging on the end of the blade. The plate tore away cleanly, but he still broke some ribs. "Oh, fuck you, Skeledor!" he roared as he blew it's brains out with a shot from his Wire Rifle. "Ghost, can you rig up a new chestplate?"

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    • (#ShamelessEvasionOfDamage)

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    • (What is the name of Scythe's ship again?)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote: (What is the name of Scythe's ship again?)

      (Bad Mother, I believe.)

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    • (Scythe's jumpship is named Bad Mother. The Ketch is named Bladeship Teriks-Fel. But you will not damage my ships)

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    • "Stay the hell off of him!" Arxus shouted, coming to the albeit sluggish rescue of Scythe. The Titan grabbed his shotgun like a club and swung it in a wide arc, connecting with one of the soldiers' knees. The sheer kinetic force tripped the Hive creature up and caused it to tumble over. Before the Acolyte could even get back onto its feet, Arxus hopped ontop of the creature and unloaded buckshot into the back of its' neck; a space that seemed to be rather sensitive. Chitin and flesh exploded into the air as the Acolyte groaned its last breath.

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    • (Why wouldn't he be able to damage your ship? It's not a character or anything.)

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    • (Should I crash it? >:3 Muahaha...)

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    • Baryos, in the cockpit of Bad Mother, veered down toward the surface of Ceres. 

      <Their signals are rapidly descending into the planetoid.>

      "Where do we need to go?"

      <Here.> Lia marked a spot on the ship's HUD. <You'll need to... remove some ground.>

      "Hehehe... I love blowing things up!"

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Why wouldn't he be able to damage your ship? It's not a character or anything.)

      (I guess he can damage the jumpship. Scythe can always get another one, after all. But under no circumstances is the Ketch to take that kind of a pounding again)

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    • Scythe rolled away from the Acolyte as it crashed to the floor, scattering ash in all directions. "Thanks, Arx." Scythe growled as he grappled with a second uber-Acolyte. Suddenly, Don't Touch Me's defensive reflex kicked in and the Hunter became invisible. Scythe then proceeded to blast it in the face with his Shrapnel Launcher.

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    • (Wait... You were wielding a Wire Rifle, not a Shrapnel Launcher.)

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    • Orkrim's head pounded. His vision was blurry. It felt as if he was hanging upside down.

      That would probably be because he was hanging upside down. As he came to his senses, he realised that he was hanging over Varrus's shoulder. "Ugh..." He grunted. "People really should stop making me fall into holes." He climbed off of Varrus's shoulder. "Thank you for carrying me, Varrus."

      However, even as he was struggling to regain his senses, he had to instinctively dodge backwards, as one of the Acolytes made a horizontal sweep with its Cleaver. However, while he did so, the sudden pain in his chest made him fall onto his back, an opportunity the Acolyte immediately seized to make an overhead strike. Orkrim could only barely deflect by kicking the Acolyte on the arm.

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    • "Thanks for weighing me down, squishy." Varrus responded in a joking manner as he stowed his auto rifle and approached the oversized acolyte attacking Orkrim  from behind.

      When the hive raised its cleaver once more, it found its head locked between Varrus's hands. As the giant began to squeeze, the undead warrior thrust its sword over its shoulder, aiming for Varrus's head. The titan merely laughed as the jagged blade bounced off the side of  his reinforced helm, and responded by crushing the hive's head to bits of bone between his palms. While the ash of the slain warrior cascaded onto the prone form of Orkrim, a vibrant tower shield of gleaming void light formed upon Varrus's left guantlet, which he used to block the swipe of another nearby acolyte.

      Responding to the new asailent, Varrus reached out beyond his shield with his free hand, and caught the acolyte's sword wrist in his grasp. With his right foot, the giant pinned the hive's left. Then, Varrus slammed his glowing shield into the immobilized hive, spining his foe to his right, and onto its face. Stepping forward onto the dazed hive, the titan planted his right boot on the abomination's back and placed his right hand atop his shield, slamming it down and severing the hive's head from its neck with the pointed bottom of the shield. Looking back to Orkrim, the giant spoke with a smirk behind his helm.

      "So, if you're done playing damsel in destress, let's go help the others."

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    • (Crashing ship in three, two, one.....)

      As Bad Mother descended towards Ceres, sparks of darkness began to appear on the hull of the Jumpship. The darkness quickly spread, and soon covered the entire ship. At the same time, the panels and systems inside the cockpit went wild. Then, the lights went out, and the systems died down. The ship began to shake heavily, and Baryos could hear a Hive rift loudly explode into reality. And as suddenly as it had began, it all went quiet. For a short moment, Baryos felt as if he floated. Then the new reality crashed down on him and Bad Mother, as the rift opened up again in the ascendant realm of Enxor. The ship first tried to start its engines, and it worked for a few moments, but it soon came down to the ground again, causing the Jumpship to spin into the air, smashing against the floor. Huge bits of plasteel and metal broke away, and munitions exploded, ripping the ship apart. The tortured steel carcass of what had once been Bad Mother landed within walking distance from Varrus, Orkrim and Chorrin.

      As the Bad Mother and Baryos within it disappeared from reality, the three huge Mausoleums became active. The green and purple crystals on the sides turned black, and they started to move, with one target in mind. Bladeship Teriks-Fel.

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    • "Do you expect me to apologise for falling from a great height or something?" Orkrim grumpily asked. "You would feel the same way if the same thing happened to you."

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    • "Not again!" Baryos yelled as the ship sputtered out.

      The Warlock watched as chunks of the ship flew off. Sparks of darkness shot around.

      Then, a massive crunch as the jumpship impacted the greenish stone ground.

      The hull of the Bad Mother skidded across the floor of Enxor's cosmos, eerily similar to Crota's. The sparks of darkness seemed to fade. It was clear, however, that the ship was not going to be useful.

      Baryos, however, had survived. He coughed, checking his body for wounds. The Warlock had been thrown through the cockpit glass before the ship's heavy munitions detonated.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Orkrim grumpily asked
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      (Figures.)

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    • (?)

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    • (Hey, you're grumpy, ReD. :P

      Don't deny it.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
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    • (Uh...)

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    • "Seems like we've been dropping into holes our entire life... don't take that the wrong way." Arxus commented, patting Scythe on the back after he provided an assist. Pulling out his shotgun again, the Titan aimed around and saw that Argus was slowly being surrounded by the Acolytes on steroids. Arxus responded by leaping forward, bashing his fist into one of them; bone and chitin cracked inward, with a startling voltage sent crackling through unprotected flesh. Without missing a beat, Arxus shifted into an airborne shoulder charge; his knee drove into the chestplate of the acolyte and threw the creature off of its' feet. Shifting backwards after securing some much needed breathing room, Arxus reloaded his shotgun.

      And then the unexpected happened. A jumpship of all things seemed to warp into reality, flying through the abyss and crashing to the ground. Arxus watched in awe as the vessel made a crash landing within their dark little room, ejecting Bayros from the cockpit before bursting into flames. "Looks like we're all here." Arxus commented, cocking his shotgun. Even with the newly arrived Warlock, it didn't help to even the odds at all.

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    • Dazed, Baryos scrambled to his feet. He pulled out his Party Crasher +1, glancing around the darkened room. Colossal Hive figures lumbered through the shadows. The figures of Guardians flew around, blasting the opponents into oblivion.

      "Time to get to work."

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
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      As the Bad Mother and Baryos within it disappeared from reality, the three huge Mausoleums became active. The green and purple crystals on the sides turned black, and they started to move, with one target in mind. Bladeship Teriks-Fel.

      (Um, what? Didn't that already happen?)

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    • "STOP BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP!!" Scythe roared as the remains of Bad Mother skidded to a stop and Baryos lept out. He went to fire another round from his Shrapnel Launcher, only to find that the Fallen shotgun had jammed. So he drew his Shock Swords. Another uber-Acolyte bellowed a challenge, and Scythe channeled what Arc energy he had into his swords. He hacked at the monster's limbs, quickly removing it's sword arm and crippling the other.

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    • (I'm wondering about three things.

      1. How is it possible that the first Acolyte took slashes with Shock Swords, an Arc Blade and two headshots with Hand Cannons before it died, but since then everything died with one attack?

      2. How is Scythe not hindered by the bruised ribs and the massive gash in his back from where he was slammed with a Cleaver?

      3. Everything that has happened in this fight so far has been only a matter of seconds. How does Scythe already have his Arc Blade recharged?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (I'm wondering about three things.

      1. How is it possible that the first Acolyte took slashes with Shock Swords, an Arc Blade and two headshots with Hand Cannons before it died, but since then everything died with one attack?

      2. How is Scythe not hindered by the bruised ribs and the massive gash in his back from where he was slammed with a Cleaver?

      3. Everything that has happened in this fight so far has been only a matter of seconds. How does Scythe already have his Arc Bla recharged?)

      (1) Its like zombies. The first one takes forever to go down, then people get the concept of "aim for the head" and the rest fall with ease.

      2)...yeah, I dont have an explenation for this one...dammit Scythe, limp like you mean it!

      3) I precived the battle as taking a minute or three so far, but to each their own.)

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    • (But so far, only Arxus made a reasonable instakill. A single headshot shouldn't be having the same effect as some sword attacks, a Super and two headshots from weapons that are more powerful than Wire Rifles. Add to that that somehow, Arc Blade is an instant kill too now.

      This fight has taken twenty, maybe thirty seconds.)

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    • Even while the Acolyte under assault from Scythe lost both its arms, it kept fighting. A quick kick brought Scythe down to the floor, and another aimed at his head stunned him.

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    • (Monty Python jokes incoming



      Pls don't do it)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (I'm wondering about three things.

      1. How is it possible that the first Acolyte took slashes with Shock Swords, an Arc Blade and two headshots with Hand Cannons before it died, but since then everything died with one attack?

      2. How is Scythe not hindered by the bruised ribs and the massive gash in his back from where he was slammed with a Cleaver?

      3. Everything that has happened in this fight so far has been only a matter of seconds. How does Scythe already have his Arc Blade recharged?)


      1) The others figured out pretty quickly how to fight these things, so I figured Scythe would do the same.

      2) A freaky-high pain tolerance. His injuries will start to slow him down soon enough.

      3) Oops. I fixed it.

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    • Scythe skidded across the floor, reeling from the monster's previous assault. "Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left!" he growled as he activated his invisibility and vanished from the pit. He readied Red Death and aimed for the uber-Acolyte's head.

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    • (That doesn't mean their damage treshold is lowered all of a sudden.

      Also, bullshit. A massive sword slammed in his back should realistically kill him, or at least severely cripple him.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (That doesn't mean their damage treshold is lowered all of a sudden.

      Also, bullshit. A massive sword slammed in his back should realistically kill him, or at least severely cripple him.)


      (If he died, I would be out a character that I spent a lot of time developing. So no, I won't kill him off.

      And this is probably why I won't be back after this RP is done. I might just leave now)

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    • As Scythe raised Red Death to his shoulder, the pain from his multiple injuries began to creep in, and gray started to creep over the edges of his vision. "Ghost, activate the Large Wooden Badger protocol." he muttered before he blacked out.

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    • (Dammit, ReD! Dammit, Zippo! Now we're down a man!)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Dammit, ReD! Dammit, Zippo! Now we're down a man!)


      (I'm not dead yet!)

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    • (The mortally wounded Hunter-

      I'm feeling better!

      Oh you're not fooling anyone, you know.

      I feel happy!

      Acolyte smacks Scythe on the back of the head with a club)

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    • (Lol)

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    • ( I think Arxus really loves jumping on the shoulders of tall things and shotgunning their face into swiss cheese. Arxus only did this twice, the rest of the Acolytes he attacked weren't killed. )

      It had seemed that with every Hive that was killed, two took their place. They kept coming, relentless in their ambition to snuff out the light of Argus. Arxus went to fire off his shotgun, but a big, green "NO SPECIAL AMMO" flashed across his HUD. "Jesus, these things are ammo wells!" Arxus shouted, putting away his more destructive shotgun for a pin-point accurate scout rifle. Without such a lethal method of attack, Arxus decided on a different strategy. He aimed for their eyes. Since all Hive had three, Arxus poked them out with a bullet each; it seemed like a dick move on his part, but there was nothing else he could really do. Staying on his toes, Arxus avoided incoming attacks when necessary.

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    • Baryos Blinked forward, finger on the trigger. 

      BLAM. BLAM. BLAM!

      Shotgun rounds pinged off the armored body of a massive Acolyte.

      "How do I kill these things?" He yelled

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    • "Empty your mags into the neck," Chorrin yelled back.

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    • After a few minutes, Scythe emerged from transmat near the door in the pit. He was still injured - the medkits and his Ghost could only do so much - but he was also enraged. He threw an Arc grenade through the door, hoping to hold off the uber-Acolytes for a while longer. Arxus appeared to have the right idea, blinding his opponents as opposed to killing them outright. Seeing Baryos struggling with another Acolyte, he fired two rounds from his Wire Rifle into the monster's skull.

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    • (Wait, what door? There is no door.)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
      (Wait, what door? There is no door.)


      (Didn't the uber-Acolytes come out of a door somewhere in the pit?)

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    • (Oh. That door doesn't exist anymore. It collapsed.)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
      (Oh. That door doesn't exist anymore. It collapsed.)

      (Well it's definitely collapsed now!)

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    • (Well, good to know.)

      The enormous Acolyte swung a fist at Baryos. The Warlock blinked backward, and a scatter grenade flickered into existence in his hand. Two Wire Rifle rounds struck the beast in the back of the head. It lumbered around to face its target, Scythe. Baryos seized the moment, blinking at the creature, landing on its back. He scrambled up to its face, and shoved the scatter grenade into the back of the abomination's skull.

      It shrieked, and then its head exploded, the bloom of light consuming its twitching carcass, detonating into pure Void. A single scatter charge skipped around and detonated. Baryos cracked his knuckles and approached the next Acolyte.

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    • ( This is becoming way too stagnant. Can't we move on to the next phase or something? )

      Arxus continued to hammer away on the trigger with fleet fingers; each shot aiming towards the tri-eyes that each acolyte possessed. This left them blind, wandering in the darkness of the abyss and thus they became an easy target for the rest of Argus. It was eventual that Arxus managed to blind the rest of the Acolytes, leaving about 16 still standing but blind. They could hear though, and tried their best to strike down upon the Light with their massive cleavers.

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    • (I agree. GET ON WITH IT!)

      Scythe laughed as the sightless uber-Acolytes stumbled around, blindly flailing for the Light-weilders. He drew his Shock Swords and began to hack at their knees, further crippling them. "What do you guys think, should we kill them, or just cripple them?"

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    • One Acolyte swung at Scythe, and would've cut him in two if Scythe hadn't evaded. "They're blind, not paralysed," Orkrim whispered over comms, so that the Acolytes wouldn't hear him. "They're no less deadly than before." He tiptoed behind one of the blinded Acolytes, and raised the Mythoclast up to its neck. He emptied his magazine, sending the Acolyte's body sprawling on the floor.

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    • "Stealthy it is, then." Scythe growled as he decaptitated the offending Acolyte. "Alas, poor Yorik." he chuckled as he tossed the severed head at another uber-Acolyte.

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    • Baryos Blinked around behind an Uber-Acolyte and shot the head with Hezen Vengeance.

      "A little less talking, a little more killing, please?" He yelled at the two bickering Hunters.

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    • (What is happen.)

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    • (Argus killed the Bone Champion, entered the chamber with Enxor's Soul Crystal, the Soul Crystal self-destructed, thus letting Enxor out. Enxor sent Argus into his Ascendant Realm, where the Guardians are now fighting Acolytes larger than Knights who are wielding Cleavers.)

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    • (What two bickering Hunters?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (What two bickering Hunters?)

      ( I think he might have been referring to Chorrin and Scythe, even though Chorrin wasn't talking. )

      Though most of the Acolytes had been rendered blind by having their sensory organs shot out, they could still very well hear. As gunfire erupted around then, they lashed out in an attempt to snuff out the light. Though now it was clear as ever; their numbers were indeed dwindling. Arxus crouched down to minimize the noise he made by moving. "Even if we kill them all, we're still stuck down here." Arxus mumbled over the comms, watching the blind Acolytes furiously try to cut Bayros, Scythe and Orkrim down. 

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    • Dasleo wrote:
      ReDquinox wrote:
      (What two bickering Hunters?)
      ( I think he might have been referring to Chorrin and Scythe, even though Chorrin wasn't talking. ) [...]

      (Yeah, I think he was. Scythe was just being a sarastic asshole, like always)

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    • Scythe dodged one Cleaver as an uber-Acolyte stumbled towards him, but a second Acolyte smacked him across the room, leaving a dent in his hastily cobbled-together chestplate. Still dragging from his previous injuries, Scythe drew Red Death, a gift from Sauron. "Oi fuckface, over here!" he hissed at the nearest Acolyte. As the blind monster lumbered towards him, the Hunter poured rounds into the Hive while backing slowly away.

      When it finally fell, his Ghost said < That's odd. Your health increased when you killed that thing. Do that again, it might help you recover. >

      "You know me too well, Ghost." Scythe growled as he changed mags. "Killing things always makes me feel better."

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    • (So, is someone going to post?

      Anyone? Anyone? Beuhler?)

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    • (CHOO CHOO FALLOUT 4 HYPE TRAIN COMING THROUGH)

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    • As the Acolytes began to fall, it was like as if the floor itself swallowed the remains. When the last of the monsters died, the chamber went quiet. Then, a dim light began to glow in the center of the room. The light grew in brightness and size, and started to form into an orb. Soon, a giant ball of energy glowed through the room, illuminating the whole abyss and almost blinding the Guardians. But while it seemed to get brighter, the floor was as dark as before. Then, as suddenly as the light had first appeared, a set of three jet-black eyes formed in a V-shape made their appearance of the orb. A voice echoed out, booming and loud, filling all of the Guardians with fear.

      "Light-bringers. Saviours. Guardians. These are the names you go by. My people express themselves differently. To them, and to me, you are lowly vermin who seeks to hide and cower beneath a broken and false idol. You do not see the truth before your eyes. The idol you percieve as good is trying to doom you. You're nothing but yet another worthless civilization to sacrifice, in an attempt to prolong its sickening rule. To live under its rule is a curse. You are nothing but an army of chosen undead, resisting what is inevitable. Death comes to all things, no matter power or status. You will see that soon enough. In my world, Death is what rules. For Death is inevitable, and no power can change that. Death is inevitable, it strikes down all things, low or high, weak or mighty. Even we, the unending Ascendants of the Hive, will end one fateful day. Death is the real truth, and the only truth is Death. This is the lesson that I give you. No action you take, no Death you give, no Death you take, nothing will stop the true Death. For true Death, that is me. I am Enxor, he who is a Wraith of Bone, he who Withers Light, he who devour worlds. Death is coming for you, Guardians. It will claim you."

      As the voice spoke, the orb of Light grew larger, covering more and more and more of the room, until eventually, it seemed to be as large as the Traveler itself. And then, when it seemed as i it could grow no more, it exploded, and everything went dark. The Guardians lost sight of one another, not even seeing their own hands. But then, as if something had stirred them in their millenia-old rest, the gigantic Bones of Enxor burst from the liquid floor, glowing with an other-worldy force, spinning up into the air, forming a whirlwind of ash. Seeming as like the bones themselves let out a horrendous shriek, the many body parts of the Bone Wraith fell into place, and a shape took form. As the ancient structure was nearly finished, the floor erupted a second time, and a scythe of slender build, made of bone as ancient as the world itself, hovered by the levitating body. A hand reached out and took hold of the weapon, and the whirlwind blew out. Before the stunned Fireteam Argus, Enxor, God of Death, stood reborn. His V-shaped set of eyes looked down at the Guardians, who were horrified by the awakened god's appearance. His complex set of bones seemed to be indestructible, yet hollow, and there was a hint of a sinister energy lurking inside of the god. To stare into his eyes was to stare into the void itself, to be consumed by it. And when the once brave Guardians looked upon him, they felt weak and broken. Enxor would claim them.

      The voice sounded again, but this time, it had a body to be connected with.

      "Death will claim you, your people, your worlds, your hope."

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    • Baryos shielded his eyes as the massive, bright sphere exploded. He landed on his back, in the total darkness of the chamber. Light returned to the chamber, revealing the atrocity that was Enxor, The Bone Wraith. The cold, pale demon would show no remorse even after it was dead. The glyph on the Warlock's face burned, and he was compelled to look into the Hive beast's eyes.

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    • Finally, all the acolytes had been demolished. Though there would be no rest in this victory. Hope had become a fleeting thing as the chamber was filled with a blinding light. Arising from the ashes of darkness came the pale rider himself. The famed reaper, Death; Enxor, the Bone Wraith walked the world again. His voice boomed through the chamber and foretold of the ultimate demise that would become of Argus. Was this to be their fate? Coming so far only to be crushed beneath the heel of a God, who's power extended far beyond the scope of imagination? The towering being stretched far beyond the view of the fireteam, with a set of glowing eyes that flooded the entire chamber with a presence of evil. To gaze upon this ultimate being was to know true despair.

      "We're too late!" Arxus shouted, although stating the obvious. Such a large and powerful creature had no glaring weaknesses. The dark aura that Enxor emitted ate away at their Light, and their sanity and their hope. What chance did they have? But, no. While Arxus could still cling to hope, he would not fall. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his scout rifle, aiming at the Hive God and challenging him. To walk from this battle alive, Argus would have to become more than mere warriors of the Light. They would need to be godslayers.

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    • The last of the uber-Acolytes fell, and just as Scythe was admiring his handiwork, the room was bathed in a greenish light. He quickly switched off his night vision and put up his hand to sheild his eyes, but it was still too bright. "Ghost, analyze! Is it an Oversoul?"

      < No, doesn't match the readings from Eris or the Crota-killers. But it's nothing good. >

      Suddenly, the light faded, and before them stood a massive Hive god. Enxor looked a bit like a Knight, only far larger. Scythe let his gaze linger on the giant's scythe as he quickly grew bored of the monster's monologue. Finally, he put aside his fear and growled "You're big. Fought bigger. Killed bigger."

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    • As the final servant of Enxor fell to Argus, the guardians attention was drawn to an orb of light which grew in size and intensity until it burst, momentarily blinding the fireteam.

      Varrus remained on his feet, unlike a few others, though his shield was washed away in the tide of darkness that followed. As the dread hive god spoke, the giant's body and mind were flooded with the unnaturall, numbing cold of dread. Staring into the endless void of the hive's three eyes, Varrus beheld with horror the being which Argus sought. The skeletal giant sapped the hope and courage of the team with its mere presence.

      Varrus was nearly lost in those eyes, and the hunger behind them, if not for his mark. The voidmail sash burned brightly against his leg, shining ever brighter in the dark, as all light does. Looking down upon the gleaming light of uncounted titans, Varrus saw the symbolisim for what he himself must do. He would shine brighter in the darkness, like all those before him. And if he was to die here, he would ensure that his final act would be to slay the bone wraith, for the final time. Gathering his courage, the titan cast his gaze upwards once more and spoke.

      "Enxor, fell "god" of bones, spawn of darkness, lord of death. My people have ledgends, from before the golden age. Ledgends of heros who defended people, slew monsters, and bested death. Those heros are gone, washed away by the unstoppable march of time and tradgedy. But for each crisis, when all seems lost and the world will surely end, new heros arise, and make their mark on history. Perhaps, centuries from now, we shall be the unremembered heros of a bygone age. But here and now, is our time, our turn. We defend people. We slay monsters. Now we shall best death."

      "Now, we shall become ledgend."

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    • As the Darkness exploded throughout the chamber which the Fireteam and Enxor were in, Avgust lifted up his arm to defend himself from the incoming blast. Unable to even see the arm literally a few centimetres away from his eyes, his Ghost Companion appeared by his side in order to try to project a light to allow the Vanguard to see. But to no avail, the Vanguard was stuck in the Darkness until the voice of Enxor boomed again.

      He looked up to the bone-like head of the Hive Lord, as he drew his Thunderlord from the transmat that Svarog provided for him. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, running down into his icy eye as he stared back into the black eyes of the Bone Wraith. He thumbed the safety switch to activate the Arc core of the Thunderlord, as he slowly raised it towards Enxor.

      Avgust didn't exactly know why, but his mind dawned back onto the time at the Twilight Gap where he was ordered by Lord Saladin to pierce and exploit a break in the Fallen Offensive. The weapon in his hands brought him back to the time he lead his first Fireteam, this very weapon was the one that he used to break apart that offensive. This Fireteam was one that had moved on to their own, leaving only Avgust to accept an invitation to the Vanguard.

      He smiled, remembering very well the words of one of the Hunters under his command during the Twilight Gap: "You're likely to get yourself killed out there in the Vanguard, and I won't be there to have your back." He laughed quietly upon remembering this, as he looked briefly towards the Guardians on his right hand side.

      She was right, he was likely going to get himself killed in the Vanguard. But he wasn't going to let it be because he wasn't careful, or because he wasn't that great of a leader. It was because he was willing to give his life to ensure the job is done, to make sure that these Guardians make it out alive.

      Sara approached his left hand side, raising her Unfriendly Giant as she looked back at Enxor. She glanced briefly back at Avgust, watching her Fireteam leader as she built up her motivation to stand against the Bone Wraith. She wasn't willing to allow her experience with the dark being to affect her now, as she wasn't willing to go back to such a pitiful state.

      Sara wasn't willing to allow her Fireteam to fight Enxor while she stood by idly. What her visions told her is that if she didn't act, then what she saw would happen. But if she had acted upon her knowledge, then the Fireteam might, and will be able to manage the Bone Wraith.

      "This is it, Avgust." Sara spoke quietly, "we know what we need to do. On your command, Lieutenant."

      Avgust looked over briefly, smiling before he looked back to Enxor. "Enxor, Bone Wraith. Fitting we find you already in your grave. You speak of our destruction, but I will assure you that you are already walking «kosti»—I will personally see to it that you will be reduced to nothing but ash. We have come far, to see that we defend all that we have. I have a motivation to see that my people are safe from you. What do you have? Nothing but the «pustota» of the Darkness, something which is easy to lose. We have a Light. We have something to see, and to me? Being able to see what the Darkness has in store is damn «otvratitel'nyy»."

      He paused, looking back at his Fireteam: "Fireteam Argus! Let us get it done!"

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    • Scythe shouldered Super Good Advice, extra ammo belts snaking over his chest. "To reiterate, if you could just shut up and die, that would be great..." the Hunter roared at the Hive god-king.

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    • "Here we go." Holstering his VoC, Arxus pulled out his trusty Gjallarhorn and took aim. Lights seemed to flicker on and off as the fireteam entered some sort of otherworldly dimension, created by the willpower of the God standing before them. The normal laws of space and time need not apply any longer. Shifting backwards, Arxus took off into a sprint after launching a quick volley of two rockets. The rockets swirled around one another as they ripped through the distorted space and headed straight for the image of the Death God, standing proudly at the center of the chamber. 

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    • < On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. 'Tis a silly place. > Scythe's Ghost said to no one in particular as the Hunter scrambled for cover. With his Scorch Cannon gone, the only heavy weapon he had left was Super Good Advice. As he hammered away at the giant Hive god-king, Enxor  seemed barely to notice the rounds that impacted his armor.

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    • (That one wasn't even relevant.

      Also, may I ask how Scythe is carrying a Wire Rifle, a pair of Shock Swords, a Scorch Cannon and Super Good Advice?)

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    • "This is it," Orkrim said. "Now let's slay this abomination." With that, he started gathering Void energy.

      He levitated in the air, but as he stretched out to form the Nova Bomb, his injuries lashed out at him. Gritting his teeth, he barely managed to project the lance of energy at the Bone Wraith. As the Void energy left his arm, he fell to the ground, gasping for air.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (That one wasn't even relevant.

      Also, may I ask how Scythe is carrying a Wire Rifle, a pair of Shock Swords, a Scorch Cannon and Super Good Advice?)

      (And a shrapnel launcher. And fallen vision.)

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    • Seeing Orkim's Nova Bomb cut through the air, Baryos decided to follow suit. The Warlock pulled back his arms, and a small pocket of dense Void energy formed between his hands. Then, pushing with all his might, he sent the Nova Bomb flying straight at the Bone Wraith.

      Something seemed... wrong. There was confidence from the team. But the chamber was quiet. Too quiet.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (That one wasn't even relevant.

      Also, may I ask how Scythe is carrying a Wire Rifle, a pair of Shock Swords, a Scorch Cannon and Super Good Advice?)


      (Well excuse me if I was off the meds this morning.

      And Scythe doesn't have that awesome Scorch Cannon any more because one of you broke it)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (That one wasn't even relevant.

      Also, may I ask how Scythe is carrying a Wire Rifle, a pair of Shock Swords, a Scorch Cannon and Super Good Advice?)

      ( Space magic? )

      Arxus had darted away like lightning, almost with the speed of a Hunter. The rockets he had launched hit their mark by now, smashing Enxor right in his ugly mug. But, as expected, nothing came of it. Whatever death aura the God possessed, it burned away at the rockets until they were nothing but dust. His initial attack had failed, as well as the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. "Well, shit." 

      In fact, everything that Argus threw at the Hive God seemed to be eaten away into nothing. The twin Nova Bombs that were thrown by the fireteam's two warlocks seemed to turn into nothing but a mote of light by the time it reached Enxor, and diminished against his godly aura. It wasn't too unlike the previous victories against Crota or the Storm. They were all in Enxor's domain now; his throne world. Arxus could feel the energy of the infinite cosmos permeating around them all. The chamber was no chamber, but the dimension in which Enxor drew strength. This was where he was his strongest, but almost his weakest. 

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    • (Even then, at some point he was carrying them all at once. How does that work?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Even then, at some point he was carrying them all at once. How does that work?)

      ( Space backpack? 

      To be honest, we are allowed to carry pretty much every gun imaginable in the game. Like, what? 30 guns at a time? I mean, this is roleplay and there has to be limitations to prevent any one person from becoming too overpowered, but still. It's fine because Scythe doesn't magically pull a Scorch Cannon out of his ass even though the only one he had got destroyed. ... And Super Good Advice is a bad gun, so I think it levels out. )

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    • (We all carry 2-4 weapons. That's nowhere near 30.)

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    • Even as bullets whirred past him and rockets impacted his body, Enxor did not move an inch. The Nova Bombs hurled towards Enxor simply died out, nothing but mere sparks when they hit the god. The giant laughed.

      "There is nothing you can do to stop Death. You are so predictable. You seek to avoid Death. You fear Death. That is why you fight."

      As Enxor spoke, he began to walk forwards against the Fireteam, scythe raised above his head.

      "You will fall prey to your fears!"

      Enxor held his free hand to the blade of the scythe, and it seemed to be coated in a thick darkness. The god gripped the weapon with both hands, swung it, and Fireteam Argus descended into madness.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (We all carry 2-4 weapons. That's nowhere near 30.)


      (I'm not carrying that many. I have two melee weapons (Shock Blades)--Fallen are always seen with two of those things. Two Special weapons, Shrapnel Launcher and Line Rifle, but I use one or the other. One heavy weapon, Super Good Advice.)

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    • (Which means you were carrying no less than 6 weapons at once when you had the Scorch Cannon. Do you have any idea how heavy that is? Also, how is a Shrapnel Launcher a Special weapon, not a Heavy?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Which means you were carrying no less than 6 weapons at once when you had the Scorch Cannon. Do you have any idea how heavy that is? Also, how is a Shrapnel Launcher a Special weapon, not a Heavy?)


      (It's the Fallen equivalent of a shotgun, isn't it? Shotguns are special weapons)

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    • (Except these things are nearly twice as large.)

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    • (Lord of Wolves is a Shrapnel Launcher.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Lord of Wolves is a Shrapnel Launcher.)


      (That thing is the love child of a shotgun and a fusion rifle, or as I call it, a Variks Special. Either way, I got involved in this RP before we actually knew what class the bastardized Fallen weapons belonged to)

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    • As expected, nothing that Argus threw against the Hive God seemed to phase him. He stood there and laughed and mocked the fireteam for their efforts, which ended all in vain. And with one mighty swing of his scythe, hope vanished like a light going out for good. 

      Arxus lowered his Gjallarhorn and realized that none of his rockets were doing any damage. He cursed aloud. "Damn it!" As he began to reload, he noticed something... something he didn't like. The ground around him began to stir. Dirt was heaved aside and bodies began to claw their way out of the earth. Bodies, dozen of them. All faces that he recognized; the figures of Guardians long deceased began to walk again. It seemed like a miracle at first, but soon was he to realize that this was nothing to celebrate. Enxor had brought Arxus back into his own living Hell, once created by the recently deceased Darkbringer. The Guardians' faces twisted and contorted into horrid monsters; blood oozed from empty sockets and some were missing their limbs, with even more blood pouring from the wounds. It was unnatural, and it was impossible. 

      "You let us die!" "You bastard!" "Why Arxus?" "We could have survived!" "You killed us!" "You made us this way!" "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" The call of the haunted permeated through the air like a foul stench. They cried and screamed as they limped for Arxus, who shakily pulled out his shotgun.

      "Stay the fuck back!" Arxus shouted. He slowly backed away and started pouring round after round into the zombie Guardians. As it seemed, nothing would do the trick. The shotgun spread passed right through them, as if they were no more than ghosts.

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    • The last thing that Scythe remembered was Enxor's scythe descending on the fireteam. Now he stood on the bridge of his Ketch, surrounded by the bridge crew and Jaqueline. "What the hell happened?" he muttered. "Jackie, we have to go back to Ceres. The others are still trapped there!"

      The Gunslinger simply gave him a funny look. "No."

      "What do you mean, 'No'?! I'm in charge on this ship--"

      "Not any more." she hissed as she jammed the barrel of her Golden Gun in Scythe's face. "Under new management and all that."

      "What the hell, Jackie?! I love you! Don't do this!" he continued as Jaqueline pulled back the hammer on her Golden Gun.

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    • The walls melted.

      The floor shattered and fell away.

      But Baryos didn't fall. The world was a black void around him. Then, the universe faded back into the universe. Baryos stood in a long hallway, holding a Pre-Collapse assault rifle. It was the bunker!

      He spun around to see the door to the room where his father had been murdered, so long ago.

      Opening the door revealed a mess of gore, fragments of Romulus' skull shattered all over the place. His head had been shot several times, and his tongue lolled out of his disfigured, destroyed face. The Nomad boss lay facedown in a pool of blood, his and back was full of holes.

      Their bodies shook, and started to rise. Romulus stood first. His body was rotten, flies buzzing around decaying flesh. The Nomad stood up as well.

      The door slammed shut behind Baryos' back.

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    • The ghosts of the past remained unphased by his shotgun blasts and eventually overrun Arxus. Their hands clawed at his armor, blood leaking over his being and soon, he was caught up in a sea of despair. Everything turned back, and suddenly he was taken back in time. Years ago, before he met Argus or the Europa mission. Before the victory over Crota or the Vault of Glass. Arxus had come back to the mission that had been haunting him for so long. He was back in Seattle, towards the end of the Battle for Old Seattle. He was surrounded by his comrades of ages past: Providence-47, Vandyn Cruz, Emperor-19, Brian Banks and even his old mentor, Sylus Marx. It was at the height of the battle. The Kell of Veils, Arkanz, had seized a Golden Age rail cannon and was attempting to blow up the Traveler. 

      "It's over!" Sylus had shouted. The Titan held with him his trusted auto rifle, Shadow Price. All of the Guardians had trained their firearms onto the Kell, who only laughed in response. "Once this rail cannon fires, it will blow a hole through your precious light-giving machine. All the Houses on Earth will reunite under this act and the City will fall." The Kell pulled out a Scorch Cannon, modified to fire off intense discharges of electricity instead. Though, he was quickly gunned down by the fireteam before he could even make a move. With the House of Veils' scheme put to an end, Fireteam Black had the chance to celebrate. It was a victory well earned... but to Arxus, it seemed off. As it had happened, the Veil Archon was to show up and kill Sylus. But that never happened.

      "This isn't right." Arxus said. Although he was happy to be back with his old fireteam, the slight difference in the retelling put him in an uneasy state. Sylus turned towards his student. "What's the matter? Do you not miss me?" Everything seemed to fade. The other Guardians turned into nothing more than shadows; black sillhouetted transposed against the expansive cityscape of Seattle. Sylus continued to approach Arxus and he asked again. "Do you not want to be here?"

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    • Chorrin walked closer to the Fallen Baron. It was unable to stand up, as Chorrin had shot its kneecaps. Around it, its comrades lay on the ground, all dead. "There we are," Chorrin said to the Baron, even though he knew it couldn't comprehend what he was saying. "You on the ground, me holding the guns. I'll make it quick."

      Chorrin's Ghost materialised. "Chorrin, your Jumpship has received a transmission," it said. "Very well, let me just finish this off," Chorrin responded. He raised his two Hand Cannons, The Devil You Know and The Devil You Don't. The Baron lowered its head, accepting its fate. Chorrin fired the two guns simultanuously, and the two high-caliber bullets severed the Baron's head from its shoulders, and turned it to ground meat.

      Then, Chorrin looked again. He hadn't shot the Baron. The body on the ground wasn't Fallen.

      The body was Orkrim's.

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    • In Scythe's nightmarish dreamscape, the terror and confusion continued.

      Just as Jaqueline was about to pull the trigger, Fariks chittered something over the comms. Strangely, he couldn't tell what she was saying. She had been the first of the Blades to support him after his deal with Teriks Prime, there was no way she would turn on him. "Fariks, listen to me, there's been some kind of mistake--"

      He came to in the brig. But he was not alone. The other cells were filled with Storms Fallen. Scythe was even more confused by this. They hadn't taken any prisoners on Europa. He sat upright on the bench and muttered "Well this is maddeningly confusing, now isn't it?"

      "Clear as mud, Scythe my boy." came a voice from the doorway.

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    • As Sylus drew closer towards Arxus, he smiled in that usual, sweet Awoken smile that he gave. The friendly one, but this was nothing friendly. Arxus backed away as his former mentor approached, until he was forced to the edge of the spiraling tower they were on. Arxus looked below and saw nothing but the deep abyss; before he could look back, Sylus shoved his hands against Arxus's chest and sent him tumbling down. As his surroundings rapidly faded to black, he reached his hand out for Sylus. And all the Awoken Titan said was, "Sorry. I don't deal with traitors." Arxus was consumed by the darkness again.

      He awoke again in a completely different scenario. No longer was he within Seattle, but somewhere else entirely. The surroundings were unfamiliar to him; nothing but the cold emptiness of black space. Voices called out from the abyss, calling for Arxus. They spoke to him, telling him of his failures as a Guardian. Sylus appeared to him once more, but this time his figure was twisted; blue skin was turned a bloody crimson. Whatever hell Arxus had entered, it was of his own doing. But... he knew it wasn't real. None of this was real. Arxus heaved himself to his feet and came to the realization that this was a dream. Just as the Darkbringer had brought upon him before, terrible visions played out. He had seen it before. Sylus called out for him, but Arxus mumbled in response. "You're not real..."

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    • Scythe looked up to see a mirror image of himself standing in the doorway. "Damn, this is making less sense than that time Helvok dropped acid." The apparition entered the cell, laughing. At this distance, Scythe could see that its helmet optics were red, unlike his blue Fallen ones. "Who the fuck are you, what do you want with me, and what the flying fuck is this? This..." Scythe gestured around the room, "clearly isn't real."

      "Who am I?" the apparition stepped closer to him. "I... am a monument to all your sins. I am your dark side. I am you." The doppelganger let out a demonic laugh.

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    • (Quit the references already. You're going out of your way to make them.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Quit the references already. You're going out of your way to make them.)

      (I had that last one planned for a while, actually. Remember, Scythe is kind of a shitty person)

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    • The doppelganger stepped even closer to Scythe, lifting him off the bench. "You know how this ends. One of us lives, the other... not so much." With that, the apparition threw him across the cell and drew it's Shock Swords.

      "This is not real!" Scythe roared as he parried the first blow with his own blades.

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    • Varrus blinked.

      The air was warm, but it did nothing thaw the chill of dread that gripped the giant's heart. The sky was dark, dotted by distant stars, and dominated by the full moon, which cast down an eerie, silver light upon the path ahead. Varrus walked an ancient, overgrown road that wound ahead, flanked by dark, unsetteling woods on both sides. With him walked three of his friends from the peacekeeper order, all silently angered at him. They had good reason to be, for behind them, far in the distance, loomed the walls of the city, from which Varrus had sent the migrants to their deaths.

      While waiting alone for the next group of guards to arrive, a group of migrants had approached Varrus, and demanded passage through the gate to find some of their realitives along the road. The giant knew better than to let them go. The scouts had reported increased fallen activity around the city. But after a heated argument, Varrus's temper got the better of him, and he had let them go.

      Now, he walked along the road with three of his fellow titans, his friends...

      Their names. He could not remember their names. How was that possible? He had known them for years. They were his brothers and sister in the peacekeeper order. But now, in the walk along the silent road, he could not recall their names. Something felt wrong. He should remember their names. But before Varrus could ponder his unease, the group's attention was drawn to an object down the road.

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    • Scythe blocked the first swing of Shadow-Scythe's blades, but the second nearly penetrated his armor. "Wait a minute." he muttered as he kicked his doppleganger against the wall. "If I'm in the brig, why do I still have these?" He hefted his Shock Swords. His shadow self lunged at the Hunter again, but Scythe was able to fend off the attack. "You're doing this, aren't you, Enxor?" He slashed his doppleganger across the chest, sending the apparition reeling.

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    • "Excuse me? That's not the Arxus I remember." Sylus said. His voice echoed across the nightmare scape. It was hard to discern what was real and what wasn't, but this he knew was for fake. Arxus pulled himself to his feet and stared off towards the blackened abyss that surrounded his being. The images of faceless victims screamed throughout the deep darkness, tortured forever by their own hellish demise. "You... aren't Sylus. The one I knew was my mentor, my friend." He ignored the countless faces and turned towards the grim visage of Sylus. The crimson Awoken approached ever further, adopting a evil cheshire grin.  Arxus flipped out his shotgun and began firing wildly into the ghost.

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    • Baryos' back was against the wall as the two ghoulish figures lurched toward him, their flesh hanging off yellowed skeletons. The pestilince stung his face and neck. The horrific odor was unbearable. He raised the Golden Age gun and pulled the trigger, only for the metal to fall to pieces. Turning to the door, Baryos slammed into the piece of wood as hard as he could. But it did not budge.

      As the corpses grew closer, Baryos tried to create a Scatter Grenade. But he could feel no Light. He was powerless, and terrified. 

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    • The apparition lept at Scythe again, attempting this time to decapitate him. Scythe rolled out of the way and stabbed his shadow-self in the back. "Oh, Enxor" He laughed "When I get out of here, I'm going to be paying you a little visit."

      "What's it going to be, Scythe?" his dark doppleganger growled. "You and me locked in battle until he gets bored with us and decides to end things?"

      "Or you could surrender." Scythe muttered as their blades crashed together again.

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    • Ghost Sylus took several direct hits from the shotgun blasts, which blow holes through his armor. But the wounds seemed to only repair themselves, stitched back toward by an inky darkness. "If this is how you treat your friends, I can see why you never wanted to be in a fireteam. Look what happened on Luna. You just let those people die, didn't you?" Arxus realized his shotgun wasn't enough to slow down the ghost from his past, and so he holstered it. Carefully, he cracked his knuckles one by one, facing off with the phantom that opposed him now. Arxus had long since come to terms with his past failures, as for him, there was only way road ahead; redemption. "See. I know you're out there listening, Enxor. You don't scare me, you hear!?" 

      "If you aren't scared yet, you will be." Ghost Sylus sprinted wildly towards Arxus, with a fist glowing with void light. The fist was poised to strike against Arxus and his helmet, potentially shattering his visor if it were to connect. Though if anything, this Titan knew how to handle Guardians on his own class. Enxor tried so hard to mimic the mannerisms of Sylus, and it came straight down to his fighting style. But Arxus had surpassed his mentor a long time ago. Arxus twisted his body and leaned away from Sylus' swing, launching a fist of his own. His clenched hand crackled with arc energy, and was sent flying into Ghost Sylus and his abdomen.

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    • The two beasts closed in. Suddenly, Baryos' father began to shriek in an otherworldly tone. Worse than the raucous, ear-splitting screams of Omnigul, Will of Crota. This was not real, Baryos realized. No human was capable of such a noise. 

      "YOU LET ME DIE!!!"

      "No!" Baryos replied.

      "YOU LET ME DIIIIIE!!!!!!!"

      The ghoulish figure continued to assault his ears with the horrid noise. But he grew more defiant, standing and walking at the monsters of his mind.

      "YOU LET ME D-"

      The noise was silenced as Baryos smashed the vision of his father with a balled fist.

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    • Scythe kicked his doppleganger in the chest, sending the apparition flying across the room. "You're right," he growled. "You will always be a part of me. But only a part. I am better than that." As his shadow-self slumped against the wall, the Hunter walked up and hacked its head off. Smoke poured from the wound, obscuring his vision. A voice rose up from the gloom, saying "Enxor is not done with you yet, Light."

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    • Forced back by the impact of the fist, arc light ate through Ghost Sylus' torso and sent him flying back into the void. Enxor toyed with his fears, the fears of never having met Sylus and never becoming what he was today. He wasn't afraid any longer, for he knew that his old friend would never treat him like this. Ghost Sylus crawled back from the darkness and spoke. "You... won't last against him..." The phantom began to fade away, rapidly deteriorating and merging with the darkness. Arxus stood there, fist crackling with electricity. "I'll take my chances. We have an entire future riding on this one fight. If we fail now, everyone dies. You'd understand that, even if you are just a despair-induced hallucination." The phantom reached out towards Arxus, before fading away entirely. 

      As Arxus overcame his fears, a bright light flashed behind him. A set of three eyes glowed in the eternal dark, as if challenging him to a future filled with despair. Arxus narrowed his gaze and pulled out his trusted Gjallarhorn. "I'll do this for you, old man. No one should have to live in fear." Arxus began firing off into the darkness, and the illusion shattered away by the resolve of his light. "Especially not from demons like this."

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    • No. Not again.

      First the wall. Then the walk. Next the-

      "There they are!"

      The female titan's voice broke Varrus's train of thought. The group rushed forward to a group of ramshackle vehicles laying in the middle of the road, their running lights and open doors speaking to the fates of their owners.

      Fuetilely, the group searched the desolate caravan for it's occupants, their search turning up nothing more than a few plasma burns, some blood, and a disturbingly low amount of shell casings.

      "Where the hell are they?" Another of his friends asked.

      "Mabey they fled into the forest?" The first suggusted.

      The three turned to Varrus, who held his back to them, facing the woods, and pointing in cold dread at the trees lining the road. The giant and his friends stared in gut-wrenching horror at the impossible display of savegery and spite before them.

      From the branches of the trees lining the road, hung the mangled and mauled corpses of the migrants. They were either impaled upon thick branches, or strung up by wire so thin that it cut and tore into the flesh around which it was fastened. What remained of the bodies of every single man, woman, and child hung there. Nither the young nor the old were spared from this fate, some were older than two hundred, and others no more than five.

      Almost all had some part of them missing. For a few, it was merely an arm or a leg or a head. But most either had huge chunks torn out of their bodies, or were rent in half, bloody intestines hanging sickeningly from open midrifts, dripping crimson onto the brush below. Some sported empty eye sockets, while others were little more than disfigured lumps of blackened flesh leaking boiled bodily fluids. The trees and grass below them were stained crimson, and dotted with bits of organs and chunks of flesh.

      The collective smell from the slaughter was only intensified by the warm summer air, resulting in a stench so overpowering and sickiningly vulguar that it could be smelt even through the air filters of the titans helmets. As one of Varrus's colleages tore off his helm and heaved his guts onto the ground, the female titan turned to the giant and screamed an accusation at him, her outstreched arm and pointing finger shaking with a combination of rage and disgust.

      "YOU! YOU DID THIS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

      No. No, not again. Anything but this.

      The titan's mind raced, clouded by the revived shame and guilt of his past failure. But in the haze of sickining self-hate and blame, one thought manifested clearly.

      The forest... The fallen!

      The giant turned from his enraged comrade and leveled his auto rifle at the treeline. Sure enough, hazy figures moved in the shadows beyond the trees. For a moment, Varrus set aside his shame and dispair. Perhaps he could change the ending of this tale. Perhaps he could save them. Then, as the enemies stepped forwards, his thin wall of confidence and hope was shattered, as he looked upon them in utter confusion.

      What?

      From the shadows of the treeline stepped a number of figures, their eyes glinting with hate and hunger. But instead of the devils he had expected, before him stood the bloodied figures of fellow guardians, some of whom he reconised. The silent guardians stood at the edge of the treeline for a second or three more, but as Varrus was about to call out a question, A disembodied voice called from no place in particulaur. In the ears of the giant, a voice like that of Shaxx, but twisted and wrong called out a single word.

      Clash

      And with that, the pale and bloodied guardians rushed forwards towards the group.

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      Yeah... that got kinda dark...
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    • (I'm fairly sure his Ghost would be strongly against killing humans in the first place, especially if they're just scavengers. But killing children in single combat? That really just doesn't make sense. They're children, they can barely fight. Scythe has guns. That isn't even combat anymore.

      I really wonder if Jacqueline is just blind or mentally ill, because I really don't see why she would ever get in a relationship with this guy.)

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    • The shambling heap of rotting flesh fell to the ground, convulsing violently. It shuddered, then stopped. A massive explosion from within the corpse sent putrid flesh all over the place. A presence of evil spread as the monstrous vision seemed to die.

      A voice reverberated through the walls, shaking Baryos to the bone. 

      "You are not strong, Light! Your very soul wavers..." It chuckled.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (I'm fairly sure his Ghost would be strongly against killing humans in the first place, especially if they're just scavengers. But killing children in single combat? That really just doesn't make sense. They're children, they can barely fight. Scythe has guns. That isn't even combat anymore.

      I really wonder if Jacqueline is just blind or mentally ill, because I really don't see why she would ever get in a relationship with this guy.)

      (Dregen Yor's ghost left him after he turned into a teamkilling douchebag. I really dont see why scythe's is still with him.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (I'm fairly sure his Ghost would be strongly against killing humans in the first place, especially if they're just scavengers. But killing children in single combat? That really just doesn't make sense. They're children, they can barely fight. Scythe has guns. That isn't even combat anymore.

      I really wonder if Jacqueline is just blind or mentally ill, because I really don't see why she would ever get in a relationship with this guy.)

      (Point taken. I'm retconning said post. That was a little darker than I had intended

      As for Jackie staying with him, they're both very broken people)

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    • The room suddenly filled with a white light, almost as bright as when Enxor revealed himself. "Oh, not this bullshit again." Scythe muttered as he found himself in a rocky desert. "Ghost, where the hell are we?" No response. "Ghost? Respond, that's an order."

      The Hunter climbed a rock outcropping to better orient himself. In the distance, he could see a vast sea of aircraft in various states of dissasembly. "Oh hell no." he muttered as he looked frantically for a place to hide.

      Tucson was one of the last missions that Scythe had taken before encountering the Blades. Things had been fairly uneventful at first, scouting for Fallen activity, but then he made the mistake of approaching a group of seemingly-friendly scavengers. They looked harmless at first, but then he noticed a Hunter helmet that the leader carried as a trophy. When asked about where he had gotten it, the leader was evasive, quickly turning hostile. Now, it was all happening again.

      Off in the distance, a cloud of dust began to rise from the boneyard.

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    • Arxus's reality began to shift back to that of Enxor's abyss; the deep dark where Argus had once treaded, before being take into nightmares of their own doing. Arxus looked around at his team; everyone seemed to be trapped in some sort of stasis, covered in lime-green crystals that trapped them in their most horrid memories. Some sort of hallucinugenic drug produced by the Hive, he had figured. Though he could have broken them all out of their nightmares, Arxus found himself quickly preoccupied with other matters. With the towering figure of Enxor looming beyond, Hive began to swarm the battlefield. They ignored those Guardians still trapped in the nightmare, and scrambled after Arxus; thrust forth was a legion of unending Thrall. 

      "Out of one nightmare and into another." Arxus muttered, raising his rifle. He began picking off the thralls one by one, quickly moving his figure away from the action. Enxor seemed despondent, as if focused on controlling the very real dreams that the other Guardians felt. In his scramble away, Arxus used Scythe's immobile body as a bounding post; he mumbled a very subtle "sorry" as he kicked off the Hunter's face and lifted off into the air. He landed up on a solid ring that surrounded the deep darkness. Similar crystals seemed to line the walls everywhere. "Time to wake up."

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    • Something was wrong, Scythe realized. The scavengers-raiders had at first welcomed him. Then they revealed their true intentions. "Hey Exxon! Your nightmares suck!" he yelled at the giant Hive god, who he was sure was listening.

      If this really was a halucination, albiet a poorly-done one, he could maybe change things a bit. The Hunter drew Super Good Advice and waited for the first vehicle in the convoy to come into range.

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    • Dasleo wrote:
      Arxus's reality began to shift back to that of Enxor's abyss; the deep dark where Argus had once treaded, before being take into nightmares of their own doing. Arxus looked around at his team; everyone seemed to be trapped in some sort of stasis, covered in lime-green crystals that trapped them in their most horrid memories. Some sort of hallucinugenic drug produced by the Hive, he had figured. Though he could have broken them all out of their nightmares, Arxus found himself quickly preoccupied with other matters. With the towering figure of Enxor looming beyond, Hive began to swarm the battlefield. They ignored those Guardians still trapped in the nightmare, and scrambled after Arxus; thrust forth was a legion of unending Thrall. 

      "Out of one nightmare and into another." Arxus muttered, raising his rifle. He began picking off the thralls one by one, quickly moving his figure away from the action. Enxor seemed despondent, as if focused on controlling the very real dreams that the other Guardians felt. In his scramble away, Arxus used Scythe's immobile body as a bounding post; he mumbled a very subtle "sorry" as he kicked off the Hunter's face and lifted off into the air. He landed up on a solid ring that surrounded the deep darkness. Similar crystals seemed to line the walls everywhere. "Time to wake up."

      (Oh, and ouch)

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    • The first vehicle sped into range, and Scythe opened up on it with Super Good Advice. Their ramshackle armor was no match for the Solar rounds, which soon found their way to the vehicle's gas tank. The junker exploded in a brilliant orange fireball, causing the other vehicles to scatter. As the second vehicle passed below his hiding place, the Hunter lept onto the roof and tossed an Arc grenade inside. "Oh Enxor, you're so predictable." he growled as he Blinked onto the next truck in the convoy.

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    • Baryos wasn't in a personal memory anymore. This was a personal terror. He had lost control of the Void. It was eating him, consuming him from the inside out. It was as though his chest had been set on fire. Fingers of burning Void light reached out of him, singeing his skin and charring his bones. The pain was nearly unbearable. For a moment, Baryos had forgotten it was a hallucination all together. The Light ate over his flesh, and the Warlock writhed in horrible suffering. His arms could not move, as though they were bound. Nor his legs. 

      This was pure hell.

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    • Although Arxus was the first out of the terrible series of nightmares, he hoped to free the others from a similiar fate. Lime-green crystals glistened along the walls, glowing with a dark energy. They trapped the paralyzed bodies of Fireteam Argus, seizing them in a den of devilish dreams. With his place in an upper spot of the abyss, he looked around and sought some way to break the control. He couldn't just blast away the crystals for he would end up killing his allies in the process; the crystals were sharp and would most certainly turn inward, impaling his friends. Though, he could always revive them... but if he went down there, he'd be overwhelmed by the new legion of acolytes that had just arrived. It seemed like his best bet was for his allies to find their own way out of their nightmares, just as he did before.

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    • As he blasted the driver out of the truck with his Shrapnel Launcher, Scythe heard a tremendous cracking sound. "You hear that, Enxor? This isn't real. I'm gonna wake up, and then I'm going to kill you!"

      Suddenly, the convoy disapeared and everything faded into darkness. Slowly, a sickly green light filtered through the chamber, allowing Scythe to see that he was stuck inside some kind of tiny crystal prison. The walls were covered in small spikes, so he couldn't punch his way out. An Arc grenade would probably kill him as well. Arc Blade, on the other hand...

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    • Seeing how now Scythe had finally awoken from his forced nightmare, Arxus leapt from his perch and down towards the trapped hunter. "About time you got out. I was actually getting worried." He spoke, pulling out his shotgun to fend off the approaching swarms of Acolytes. He couldn't actually kill them with just his special weapon, so he aimed for the head to stagger them. After keeping them off for a while, Arxus ignited his fist with arc energy and grabbed some of the crystals. Using all of his Titan strength, he started to peel them off, albeit slowly. "Think if free your arms, you'd be able to cover me?"

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    • Avgust's nightmare forced him back into a darker time, heavy snowfall and into the crevice of a mountainside. Artillery fire, bullet and arc exchange, the screams from both the Fallen and the Guardians. He sat there, holding his Thunderlord in his hands as he tried to flex his chest—finding that it was paralysed from the arc energy which wrecked havoc on his body. Snow was slowly entering his wounds, covering him slowly as he tried to move his legs. Nothing worked, not even his fingers... instead, the Vanguard sat and accepted the snowfall that was covering him very, very slowly.

      He looked over the dead bodies of the Fireteam he was chosen to lead to break apart the Fallen offensive. One Hunter, her limp frame pinned to the ground with two shockblades. And the Warlock? The Exo was picked apart with much of its equipment stolen from it. The Vanguard looked into the sky, the beautiful sky as he closed his eyes. A rustle was made, as Avgust looked at the body over the female Exo frame. No movement. He looked over towards the Hunter, pinned to the floor as she tried to break free.

      "Pariah?" Avgust asked, trying to break free from his wounds. But nothing moved. Nothing would dare move.

      (Sorry for my absence, but time has been difficult for our family. I'll try to catch up, but it is likely I will have to skip forward to catch up.)

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    • From within the crystal prison there came a flash of Arc energy. Then a hand punched through the now-brittle crystal, picked away some of the sharper remenants, and flashed a thumbs-up. Moments later, Scythe was free, blasting away at the Acolytes with his Shrapnel Launcher alongside Arxus.

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      [...]

      (Sorry for my absence, but time has been difficult for our family. I'll try to catch up, but it is likely I will have to skip forward to catch up.)

      (That's ok. Family comes first. Take all the time you need.)

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:
      FireDrag1091 wrote:
      [...]

      (Sorry for my absence, but time has been difficult for our family. I'll try to catch up, but it is likely I will have to skip forward to catch up.)

      (That's ok. Family comes first. Take all the time you need.)

      (Agreed. Good luck Fire.)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      M67PattonZippo wrote:
      FireDrag1091 wrote:
      [...]

      (Sorry for my absence, but time has been difficult for our family. I'll try to catch up, but it is likely I will have to skip forward to catch up.)

      (That's ok. Family comes first. Take all the time you need.)
      (Agreed. Good luck Fire.)

      ( Like Mr. Zippo said, family comes first. Best of luck to you, Fire. )

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    • Scythe and Arxus fired the mass of Hive, fighting back-to-back until a Thrall tackled the Hunter. An Acolyte opened fire on him, and Scythe instinctively ducked to avoid the Void rounds. They slammed into the unfortunate Thrall instead, disintegrating it.

      < Rule #3: Friendly fire isn't. > his Ghost quipped from within transmat.

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    • (Thank you for understanding. It is a rather difficult matter, so I am glad that you understand why I would require time off. Anyways, let us proceed in killing Mr. Skeletal.)

      Avgust watched as Pariah struggled to break free of the blade she was skewered on, he himself attempting to move. "Pariah?" He asked one more time, as she turned her head to face her Titan comrade. "You mind helping me?" She asked, laying down to the ground. Avgust tried to move his muscles, but found that he couldn't. "Great," Pariah sighed, "right when I actually need you... you can't even walk straight."

      Avgust smiled, but quickly shifted his attention towards the broken frame of the Warlock. "What happened?" Avgust asked, as he looked towards Pariah once more. She looked back at the frame of the Warlock, as she explained: "Can't remember to walk, nor can you remember what just happened. We were attacked by the Archon of Devils, killed Yurami and broke every bones in our body. So here we are."

      Avgust grunted, attempting to move once more before relieving his efforts. Pariah rested, giving up on the efforts of trying to escape the blade once more.

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    • Side by side, Arxus and Scythe fought off the swarms of Thrall and Acolytes that attempted to steal their Light in the pitch black of Enxor's abyss. It seemed like Enxor himself was too preoccupied with maintaining the nightmares of the other Guardians; the Hive God stood at the back of the room, eyes glaring off into the distance with a swirling mass of darkness collected in a raised hand. As a Thrall tackled Scythe, Arxus shoved his boot into the face of an Acolyte, smothering it in tasty boot sole. Arxus pivoted on his heel and bashed his shotgun across a Thrall's face, twisting the neck 70 degrees from a forceful strike. "Come on, I can do this all day! And night!" He wasn't sure what time of day it was, on account of being in a different dimension.

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    • "Thanks, Arx." Scythe growled as he tossed the Thrall at an Acolyte. Another Acolyte made the mistake of getting too close, and Scythe decapitated it with his Shock Swords. "Come on guys, time to wake up!" he shouted to the other fireteam members, still trapped in their own crystal-encased nightmares.

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    • (So, is someone else going to post something? Otherwise, Scythe will have to find a way to kill Enxor by himself)

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    • As Avgust rested there unable to move, he heard Pariah mutter something: "Osiris was right, you know." The Titan looked back at the Hunter, still resting there on the blade of the Fallen that impaled her. Avgust replied, in distrust and shock: "What do you mean, tovarisch?"

      "I mean that we should follow him," Pariah replied, "he is coming close to understanding our enemy better than they could ever hope to understand us. Osiris is resourceful that way, Avgust."

      "He is a traitor to the City," Avgust replied, trying once more to move. His finger twiched, something which surprised Avgust. His finger moved. "He isn't a traitor, Avgust." Pariah replied, looking back at the Titan. "He is a leader."

      "You're mad." Avgust replied, able to take control of his arm now. What was Pariah saying? She couldn't have been serious about this. Osiris was a Vanguard Commander and a Hero of the City, but his methods were insane and costly. He sent Kabr into the Vault of Glass, and it has been years ever since they heard back. Why did he send Kabr? Just to understand the Vex a bit better. One of the City's greatest heroes, gone.

      "I'm not mad, Avgust." Pariah replied in a mocking tone, "I am realistic." Avgust moved the snow from his chest, his legs beginning to sense movement as he tried to stand. He stumbled a bit as he dropped the Thunderlord from his possesion. He crawled most of the way over to Pariah, before finally rising to his feet. He placed his gauntlets about the blade impaling Pariah, as he tore it free.

      She bled sunlight. An open wound, with a radiance as bright as the sun.

      "You're not realistic," Avgust remarked, "the Vanguard and the Speaker understand what we need to do to survive. We need a hope to survive, a hope to stand away from the Darkness. This is the only reality we have, Pariah."

      Pariah looked back to Avgust, as she then laughed slightly. "Our hope lies on Mercury, Avgust, the Vanguard. When you are ready for the truth of how the Speaker has stabbed me, stabbed you in the back, then chase after hope. Until then, you will be left without it."


      In a flash of light, Avgust found himself standing in the centre of the chamber with an Arc energy cracking around the entirity of his armour. It was as if he was a conductor of the Arc, as the Titan picked up his Thunderlord. Whatever impurity was on the weapon was sanatised with the energy Avgust weilded at this time. He lifted his weapon, looking up towards Enxor. He stood, silent as he kept his weapon raised--ready for whatever was to come next. Ready to find his hope.

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    • Seeing now that Avgust had returned to the land of the waking, Arxus flew in and jump kicked-- or rather aerial shoulder charged, a Thrall in the face. The creature went flying across the room and dashed across the rocks in ashes. The Titan cracked his knuckles, which in turn caused arc energy to crackle across his hands. "That leaves just a few of us left. Welcome back, boss." Another one of the Elite Acolytes ran towards the Titan, which prompted Arxus to lift himself into the air, narrowly avoiding the vertical swipe of a cleaver. He hopped onto of the sword and shot downward with his shotgun, shattering the weapon to pieces. The Acolyte looked upon his ruined weapon with confusion, and Arxus immediately tossed a flashbang right into the creature's face, blinding it.

      "I'd say we're doing pretty well, but that's..." Arxus rolled to the side, avoiding the swings of a blind, and enraged Acolyte. The broken edge of the cleaver was still lethal. "A bit of an overstatement." Arxus would have rushed down at the Acolyte again, only to be distracted by a swarm of incoming Thrall. He raised his Dry Rot in defense, and it was cleaved straight through by a broken cleaver. The shotgun's two pieces fell to the ground. "Ah shit." The Acolyte regained his eyesight and pulled out a Hive Boomer, launching screaming arc projectiles. Arxus pulled out his backup sidearm and fired off a few distraction shots, before retreating. "Now would be an excellent time for a plan!"

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    • Seeing the Titan discard his broken shotgun, Scythe charged the Acolyte. He fired his Shrapnel Launcher from the hip, burning through its armor and distracting the monster. As it sank to its knees, the Hunter picked up the remenants of the Acolyte's Cleaver before tossing it aside and drawing his own Shock Swords. "You know how this goes." Scythe growled as he lopped its head off.

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    • Scythe glanced over at Avgust as the other Titan woke up from his hellish nightmare. "Hiya Boss! Don't worry, we saved some for you." the Hunter growled as he ran another Acolyte through with his blades.

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    • Baryos was sick of the writhing pain that filled his body. It seemed that with every moment, there was more and more pain, going beyond the limits of pain that he'd felt before. And he'd felt some pain.

      He decided that playtime was over. His body would be his again.

      He'd lost control of his channeled Void. He drew a deep breath, torturous and shuddery. He then let it out in a heavy sigh. His mind focused from the haze it had been in, and then sharpened. The Void sensed this, and riled slightly. It drew back.

      His mind pushed the torturing Void flames to his center, where they had started. Then, in one swift move, he swept the burning Light back inside of his chest, regaining control once again.

      The visions were over.

      Baryos awoke in the glass tomb. Through the warped green substance, he could see the other members of Fireteam Argus, battling the resident Hive. He decided that they could use some help.

      He squeezed his fingers to his palm, and a small shockwave of Void power rippled from his hand, decimating its prison. He used this hand to tear away some of the crystalline glass, which he found to be quite sharp. Baryos sat up, for the first time in what felt like a long time, drawing Once Bitten. An Acolyte had snuck behind Avgust, intending ill, clearly. A torrent of bullets from Baryos killed it in an instant.

      "Anyone miss me?" he called to the team.

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    • Scythe parried the blow from an Acolyte's Cleaver just as the two of them were showered with pebbles of crystal. "About time he woke up." the Hunter muttered as he struck the Acolyte with the hilt of his sword, stunning it. Then he brought the Shock Blades down on the monster's hands. Scythe holstered his own blades and picked up the fallen Cleaver. "You know, I'm getting pretty good with these." he growled as he raised the sword over his head.

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    • Enxor growled as he felt the veil cast over the Guardians' minds be shattered and torn apart. For a moment, he let himself out of the trance and took up his scythe. Enxor put his hand over the blade and coated it with Darkness. Taking the weapon in two hands, he began to walk towards the members of Argus.

      "I am surprised. You have not fallen to your fears. For you, it is a victory. For me, it will bring me so much more joy to snuff your Light out."

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    • The air around the Bone Wraith warped and shivered in itswake as it walked in the direction of the Fireteam. As he spoke in his horrible voice, Baryos could feel the Void welling up inside him, urging him to kill. Kill. Kill.

      Baryos aimed Once Bitten at the horrendous apparition, and pulled the trigger. Enxor seemed to laugh as bullets pinged off his carapice of bone.

      "This guy's tough. Scythe, remember how the Sword of Crota killed Crota?" the Warlock called to the Hunter.

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    • "Wait a minute," Scythe shouted as he hacked another Acolyte with the Cleaver. "Are you suggesting that we try to kill that thing with this?" He gestured toward Enxor and then to the Cleaver.

      Just then, a Knight lumbered into the chamber and bellowed a challenge. "Ghost, music. Something from Sauron's list." The Hunter stepped forward as the Pirates of the Carribean theme echoed throughout the chamber.

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    • (Your character is literally becoming Sauron 2.0.)

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    • ( Forget that jazz, we got Sparrow racing! )

      "Ironically, it might work. Hive thrive off of their sword logic. Using their own weapons against them AND proving that you're stronger than they are is usually enough to beat them. Look what happened to Crota." Grim commented through the communication frequnecy.

      The lumbering monstrosity that was the Bone Wraith finally awoke from his self-induced trance, forcing Argus through their greatest nightmares. Clearly, that hadn't worked out so well, and he seemed rather pissed about it. Anyone who was still under the influence of the nightmare probably would have found it easier to escape. "So what are waiting for? We take him out now and go on a damn vacation." Meanwhile, Hive underlings continued to swarm the chamber, emerging from the deep void that surrounded the main arena. Without his shotgun, Arxus had little means of close quarters engagement, so it was up to his fists and his rifle. He immediately bashed a Thrall across the face with his arc-energized knuckles, scattering chitin and bone dust across the air. "Whatever you do, avoid that scythe! No one will survive a direct hit from it!" 

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    • Scythe looked hesitantly at the Cleaver in his hands, then turned and tossed his Shrapnel Launcher to Arxus. "Keep it, I can get a better one." he growled as he activated his invisibility and crept along the wall toward the giant Hive god-king. "Ghost, I hope you have one hell of a plan."

      < Me too. >

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    • (Seriously, what the hell am I supposed to do to kill this thing?!

      Maybe if we had more Cleavers...)

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    • ( Would help if Enxor provided us with a gracious glaring weakness. )

      Arxus quickly holstered his rifle and caught the Shrapnel Launcher that Scythe tossed to him. "It's been a long while since I've used one of these." He commented, immediately firing off an intense volley of pulse-fire buckshot into the nearest Thrall. The Hive creature's face was vaporized, turned to dust almost instantaneously. The Titan proceeded off and continued with quelling the rampant hordes of Hive, while keeping a glancing eye over the behemoth God Enxor. There was no doubt in his mind that this god was unhappy with how things were proceeding.

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    • Scythe broke off his advance on the Hive god, and turned to face the Knight that was approaching Arxus. "Arx, look out!" he shouted as he hacked the Knight across the back with his own Cleaver. The giant roared in pain and spun around to see the Hunter, his Cleaver blackened with Hive ash. "Time to die, Skeledor."

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    • Avgust looked around the rest of the scene, spotting Enxor and the legions of Hive surrounding him. Arc energy still cackled around his being, as he fired controlled bursts into the horde of Hive as the overwhelming arc energy tore them to ashes. The chain for the ammunition ended, and the Thunderlord clicked as empty. With Hive closing in, the Vanguard dropped his machine gun as Svarog picked it up in the transmat. Hitting the Hive, the arc energy around him amplified his strikes, destroying them as well.

      "Fireteam Argus: focus on his joints! Tear down his defences and then break his bones!" Avgust called out.

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    • "Joints I can do." Arxus smashed the Knight across the head with the Shrapnel Launcher, before unloading 3 5-shot bursts into the Hive creature's face. Solar rounds forced chitin apart and rendered the creature dead within seconds. Arxus backed off now, lowering the Fallen shotgun and allowing it to be consumed into transmat. Replacing it was his mighty Gjallarhorn, freshly loaded with another two rockets. 

      "Think you can take the shot?" Grim commented, within the Titan's helmet.

      "I think I've taken down enough Gods in my day to avoid answering that question." Another Thrall rushed down towards Arxus, but he promptly moved his foot upward; hooking his heel over the Thrall's neck, he quickly snapped back his leg and forced the creature to faceplant onto the ground. With this brief opportunity at an opening, the Titan aimed for one of Enxor's knees and fired off a rocket. The rocket screamed through the air, cutting through darkness to strike upon the Hive God's knee, hoping to cripple or at least weaken the mighty beast. After taking the shot, Arxus took his Gjallarhorn and swung it like a baseball bat, knocking the recovering Thrall's head clean off the shoulders.

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    • As the Knight growled and raised it's Cleaver, Scythe slashed it in the armpit. The giant roared and lowered the blade, missing the Hunter by inches. He then Blinked behind and above the monster, letting his weight do the work as he swung the blade towards the Knight's shoulder. It screamed in agony as it began to leak ash, slowly crumbling to the floor. Scythe kicked the Knight's Cleaver over to the fireteam. Drawing Super Good Advice, he growled "One kneecap, coming right up."

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    • Baryos continued to shower Knights with bullets.

      "Could use some ideas right about now. What's the plan?"

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    • The Gjallarhorn rocket successfully collided with Enxor's knee, sending chitin and dust in every direction. Secondary Wolfpack Rounds kicked in and only caused further damage to the titan of a God. But even then, it hadn't seemed to cause much effect. "He's built like a damn tank!" Arxus shouted over the constant and ear-shattering screams of Thralls. The Titan launched his fist forward and cracked inward the face of an opposing Acolyte. Arc energy crackled outward and sent out a discharge of electricity, obliterating nearby enemies.

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    • Solar rounds slammed into the Hive god's knee, but they seemed to have no effect. Enxor barely noticed, as he was already mildy annoyed by the impact of Arxus' rockets.

      < This isn't working! He has the thickest armor I've ever seen. > Scythe's Ghost muttered. < Hey, remember how that fireteam killed Crota? With Cleavers? >

      "I like the way you think, Light Bulb." Scythe growled as he holstered his machine gun and darted back to the dropped Cleaver.

      < Don't call me that. >

      "If I went around calling myself emperor, because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!" Scythe laughed as Arc energy began to flow through the Hive blade.

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    • (Hi! 🙋 how's it going? Saturn)

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    • (Well, this is certainly one of the most pleasant surprises I've ever had. Welcome back, old friend.)

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    • (74! How are you? It's been a long time, dude.)

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    • "Pah! You seek to harm me with simple firepower. I am Death, and Death is eternal!"

      As Enxor spoke, the small scratch the Gjallarhorn rocket had caused began to heal, and there was soon no sign at all of it.

      "Once, I possessed a power so great that not one mortal being in this universe did not fear me. A power so great that only Auryx and her kin could best it. When I died, I gave that power to my most loyal soldiers."

      Enxor waved his hand towards the floor, and what seemed to be hundreds of Bone Zealots rose up from it.

      "The soldiers shared the power with the scholars. But the scholars could not understand this power, this power that had made me so strong. They were driven mad and insane, more beasts than beings."

      Enxor waved his other hand, and hundreds more of Wizards clad in black robes rose from the floor, tendrils of darkness seeping from their eyes, mouths and hands.

      "The soldiers and the scholars, the seekers and the slaugherers, the blessed and the cursed, the Bone Zealots and the Vessels of Death. My heralds. They will slay you all."

      Enxor let out a bestial roar, and the massive horde of monstrous beings charged towards Argus.

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    • 70.118.196.83 wrote:
      (Hi! 🙋 how's it going? Saturn)


      (Well, things were going kind of slow and confused/confusing for a while, but it would appear that we are now faced with a clusterfuck of epic proportions)

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    • "Oh hell no!" Scythe growled as the chamber doors opened and hordes of Knights and Wizards began to flood the battlefield. "What I would give for a Scorch Cannon right now." he muttered to no one in particular.

      The Hunter drew Super Good Advice and took cover behind the recently slain Knight. He poured burst after burst into the approaching swarm, but it seemed to have no effect. < Uber-Wizard, 2 o'clock! > his Ghost shouted just as Darkness blasts began to rain down on the corpse of the Knight. Forced out into the open, Scythe grabbed the Knight's Cleaver and bellowed a challenge to the Bone Zealots.

      "Alright, form an orderly line and I'll handle you all one by one!"

      The Knights laughed at first, then one stepped forward.

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    • "Foolish.... Hunter."

      The challenged Bone Zealot drew his Cleaver, and made a gesture to the closest other Zealot. The other twisted Knight threw his Cleaver into the hands of the challenger, and before Scythe realised it, the Knight lashed out at him with the two swords, hoping to catch the Guardian with his guard down.

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    • Blinking at the Zealot, Baryos raised his Party Crasher and let loose a blast of hot bullets at the beast's skull-like helmet, staggering it.

      "With all your eyes, Mr. Calcium, you can't see more than one enemy? Pitiful!"

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    • Seeing the raised armies of Enxor, and his own failure to cause any real damage to the God, Arxus felt disheartened. And then a bit angry. "When I shoot you, you're supposed to die!" The Titan took aim with his rocket launcher again, but one of the Bone Zealots quickly ran at him and swiped down with a cleaver, knocking the exotic away. This left Arxus defenseless, staring up towards the zealot with cleaver held high, ready to strike the Titan down. Arxus quickly rolled out of the way, picking up a broken sword off the ground. Swing the cleaver across the air, he cleaved through one of the Zealot's legs, sending it tumbling down to the ground with only one leg to support posture. 

      Dark Wizards floated in from on high, raining death from above. "Time to improvise." Arxus said, as he leapt through the air. Pressing the broken edge of his cleaver into the Zealot's neck, he pulled the blade around a complete 180 and slit the creature's neck. Before it could slump over, Arxus held his shoulder to the being's chest. Darkness bolts rained inward and blasted against the deceased knight's back, effectively acting as cover from the lethal attacks.

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    • (This integration could be clunky if I decide to bring Saturn back. Should I?)

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    • (Yeah... no. Perhaps, Saturn could be in orbit, fighting off reinforcements?)

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    • (Terribly sorry, but I believe it was decided that Saturn was killed after you left the RP. Perhaps you could introduce a new character in the next story arc?)

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    • A Zealot steps forward with two hands gripping his cleaver and strikes his dead comrade's corpse, shattering it into a vapour of ash. He extends the tip of the blade towards Arxus, as though he is issuing a challenge to the scrambling Guardian, before pulling it back before him in a guard.

      (1v1 me skrub)

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    • ( Any Ideas?)

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    • (How about a completely silent character with the jade rabbit as his weapon of choice, his story lost to history?)

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    • ( 1v1 accepted. Come at me, bro )

      The now deceased Zealot had his ashes scattered across the room, disintegrated by the force of another's blow. With his cover gone, Arxus narrowed his gaze and saw another Zealot pointing his cleaver straight into his face, only to pull it away. The Knight seemed to be issuing a personal challenge. Arxus scoffed and picked an intact cleaver off the ground ( the floor was practically littered with them by now ) and put himself on guard. Both hands gripped the handle, and he spoke. "Come at me."

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    • The Guardian's challenge is received with a snarl, then with a strike. The Cleaver soars towards him as its wielder takes a quick step closer, putting his body behind the force of the blow.

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    • (See what happens when I leave for work?)

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    • "Thanks Baryos!" Scythe shouted over the clatter of chitinous armor. He drew his Wire Rifle and fired it at point-blank range into the Zealot's head. The giant roared in agony as ash and green goo began to leak out of its cracked skull. "Aw, did you brain your damage?" Scythe growled as he drew his Shock Swords and jammed them into the gap, frying the uber-Knight's brain with Arc energy. While it wasn't dead, it was definitly incapacitated for a while. "Somebody kill this thing when they get a second!" he shouted to the others.

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    • (Totally not OP or anything, killing a Major enemy with just a Wire rifle shot and a Shock Sword stab.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Totally not OP or anything, killing a Major enemy with just a Wire rifle shot and a Shock Sword stab.)


      (I fixed it. It's out cold for a little while. And it may be just the tiniest bit handicapped after it wakes up)

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    • As the Zealot threw hiw body towards Arxus, the Titan made a hard strafe to the right, avoiding the forward strike of the angry Knight. Clenching upon the grip of his Cleaver, Arxus slammed down with the weapon at a slight angle, aiming to cleave through the Zealot's back side. Even if it were to connect, the Knight's bone armor might recieve a large crack or two, but not enough to take the beast down.

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    • 😢

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    • The Zealot let out a low groan as Scythe extracted his Shock Blades from it's skull and stepped over the body. "Oh don't worry, you'll be stone dead in a minute." he growled as he dodged a swing from another Cleaver. He drew his Wire Rifle again and unloaded rounds into the other Zealot's skull, staggering it. With that, he activated his invisibility.

      < Careful, they can still smell us. > his Ghost whispered.

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    • 😞

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    • The Cleaver connected and bit into the Zealot's skeletal armour, and stuck. It wrenched the ghastly blade free and threw it behind itself, leaving the Guardian unarmed. As the Cleaver's clattering ceased, the Zealot took a step closer to Arxus, and made sure to not allow him to retrieve it.

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    • 70.118.196.83 wrote:
      😞


      (You could always provide sarcastic commentary until we find a way to bring Saturn into this game or the next one.)

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    • (Saturn is dead, I'm creating a new character)

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    • "Ah, I see... wonderful." The Titan commented in a somewhat sarcastic remark. Left without a weapon, Arxus was left to gaze upon the Bone Zealot. But he was never one without a plan. Instead of running away, Arxus sprinted towards the Knight and slid between his legs to get behind him. Leaping to his feet, he grabbed the discarded cleaver and lifted it up into a readied position. 

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    • Baryos spun and hucked a scatter grenade like a discus, nailing a Bone Zealot in the neck. It exploded and shattered some of the Knight's chest armor, exposing soft organs. A full magazine from Once Bitten later, the Knight lay dead on the ground.

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    • Scythe casually wandered through the area, invisible as the Hive searched for him. Seeing another Zealot attempting to sneak up on Baryos, he drew his Wire Rifle and crept into point-blank range. He tapped the Knight on the shoulder just as he fired the first round into the base of it's skull. Bits of armor and ash went flying as the uber-Knight sank to it's knees. "You know how this goes..." Scythe muttered as he drew his Shock Blades.

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    • The Zealot snarled as the Titan slipped from his reach and reclaimed his weapon. Enraged, he charged Arxus and swung wildly at his body, stroke following stroke as the blade was parried.

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    • As the Zealot came after him with all that it was, Arxus parried blow after blow, angling the cleaver to block incoming strikes. It was eventual that the Titan managed to overpower the Knight, throwing if off-guard by thrusting away the enemy's cleaver. Arxus immediately counter-attacking with a slash across the mid-section.

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    • The force from Arxus' blow tore a deep crack into the Zealot's chest, forcing him to drop his Cleaver and to stagger backwards, before sinking onto one knee. The reversal of situations left the Titan in complete control: the Zealot could only defend himself with his bone-plated arms.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      The force from Arxus' blow tore a deep crack into the Zealot's chest, forcing him to drop his Cleaver and to stagger backwards, before sinking onto one knee. The reversal of situations left the Titan in complete control: the Zealot could only defend himself with his bone-plated arms.

      ("Look, you stupid bastard! You've got no arms left!")

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    • The Zealot rolled towards Scythe, attempting to crush the Hunter under it's chitinous body. He attempted to leap over the downed uber-Knight, but the giant caught him with one massive hand. Just as it was about to crush him, the Bladedancer rammed his knife into the monster's wrist and activated Arc Blade. The Zealot roared in agony as Arc energy coursed through it's body, leaving nothing but ash.

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    • With the Zealot stunned for the time being, Arxus took this time to launch a finishing blow. Picking his Cleaver up into one hand, he sprinted forward and shoved Thralls and Acolytes out of his way in the process. Quickly reversing his hold on the Cleaver so the blade pointed down, he lifted it and stabbed the Zealot through the face, around the eyes and mouth, where there was a break in their thick bone carapace.

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    • (Fuckin fuck. I take a short break from roleplaying and I come back to find that the thread has actually MOVED. Oh, and also...

      • WEE WOO, WEE WOO*

      THE FUN POLICE HAVE ARRIVED.

      Inquisitor: You said that Enxor "once possesed power so great that even Aurash herself was afraid of him".

      Congrats Enxor, you can frighten a little girl.

      Aurash, first daughter of the Osmium king became Auryx, the navigator when she and her sisters made a fell pact with the worm gods, deep beneath their home. Auryx, in turn, became Oryx, the taken king when she carved the tablets of ruin from the wispered secrets of the corpse of Akka, and communed with the darkness directly.

      And even had you meant Auryx or Oryx, that still wouldnt have made sense, as, ever since their acention, the three sisters have been the top dogs of the hive. No exceptions. Hell, they pass the time between killing civilisations by murdering each-other for fun, and in turn make each-other stronger with each defeat.

      The closest acendant hive to them are their children and exceptionally powerful others. But even the strongest of them are still FAR below the power of the three. Of whom Oryx is currently the undisputedly most powerful.

      So in other words, suggusting that Enxor once weilded power enough to challenge Oryx or his previous form is not only far-fetched as hell, but also probably not possible, as the only two hive strong enough to even THINK of challanging him are his sisters.

      • Beats Inquisitor over head with book of sorrow to reinforce point*

      Anyway, I didn't come here just to bitch about lore errrors and overexplain things. And in the intrest of keeping the thread moving, I shall be posing in-character shortly.

      Oh, and nice to see you back 70.)

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    • (Arxus u haxr u use cleaver aimbot git gud casul)

      The Zealot let out a howl as the Cleaver pierced his skeletal visage, before his face disintegrated into ash. The rest of his body quickly followed, until there was nothing left of the Titan's foe. The ivory blade of the Cleaver in his hands seemed to glow a fierce red, as though it sensed the Bone Zealot's death.

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    • With the Zealot's death, Arxus took a sigh of relief. Though the battle was far from over, his current fight had ended. Quite suddenly, a fierce energy surged through the Cleaver in his hands, as if it was the very soul of the Zealot that possessed it. It glowed a bloody crimson, still yet ready to devour whatever was pointed towards it. "All right. Let's see what you can do." Arxus turned his attention towards a horde of Thralls who were approaching from the rear. Swinging the Cleaver around, he slammed it down into the ground tip-first. A shockwave ripped forth and annilhilated the Thralls in a sea of wrathful energy.

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    • As Arxus ripped through the thralls, Baryos continued to weaken the Knights around him. Grenades here and there, streams of bullets, and rockets pierced the air. Chaos had erupted.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (Arxus u haxr u use cleaver aimbot git gud casul)

      (So much aimbot...)

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    • Name: Unkown

      Race: Exo

      Class: Warlock, Voidwalker

      Description: Nondescript, numberless jet black Exo with piercing yellow eyes

      Weapons: The Jade Rabbit, 1000 Yard Stare, The Hothead

      Armor: Voidfang Vestiments

      Shader: Ascendant Plane

      Bio: A loner with unknown origins, but most think Luna. He is not mute according to him but never talks. Nevertheless, he and his weapon of choice aren't telling us anything.

      (Thoughts?)

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    • (The Bone Wraith is set before the coming of Oryx, although many have made reference to Crota's death - an event which was followed very quickly by Oryx's attack. Nevertheless, if you want your character to participate in The Bone Wraith, he can have no Year Two Gear.)

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    • (A numberless, jet black Exo with yellow eyes? And he's a Warlock?! Shadow, is that you?)

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    • Scythe fell to the floor in a cloud of ash. He rolled out of the way just as the remenants of the Zealot's skull smashed into the floor and jumped to his feet, drawing Super Good Advice. Another Zealot bellowed a challenge and charged, but the Hunter backed away, pouring Solar rounds into the beast the whole time.

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    • Zealots crowded the room, swarming in pairs. Their ranks were bolstered by Thralls and Acolytes. Death was a thick stench in the air, and ash covered the ground. The battle had dragged on for an unknown amount of time, with no end in sight. Endless hordes of the Hive raced towards Argus, like vicious waves of tyrants and monsters battering against the walls of Light. In the center stood the fireteam, Argus ever vigilant. Arxus clenched his Zealot Cleaver, glowing pure with the hateful darkness of Hive rituals. A plan was soon to be hatched, for with the Hive, it was a race of survival. Like Crota fell before, so too would Enxor. For in the face of justice, no God was too immortal.

      "Grab their cleavers!" Arxus shouted, as he slashed his way through the lesser minions of the Hive. The Zealot Cleavers seemed to have a distinct trait of being able to unleash explosive shockwaves when slammed to the ground. The Titan could feel it in his hand; his own Light battled the intense Darkness exuding from the sword. He figured that maybe, if brought near Enxor's dark aura, the two over-powering sources of Darkness might cancel each other out and thus, make the Bone Wraith vunerable to direct attacks. However, Arxus had an inkling that such a feat would be impossible without the full support of the fireteam, all committed to a similar act.

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      Death was a thick stench in the air

      (I don't smell that bad... do I?)

      Baryos blinked onto the head of a weakened Zealot, pounding it over and over with shotgun shells. The extravagant bone armour, however, was no match for the hot matter from the Party Crasher. Hearing Arxus, the Warlock swiped the Zealot's Cleaver. Instantly, the cold force of Darkness from the blade sought to overthrow him. However, Baryos' Void was no pushover.

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    • Varrus gasped as he fell forwards in a shower of translucent green shards, falling onto his hands and knees. The giant looked up, panting, and beheld the chamber as Vigil materialized over his shoulder and spoke.

      "We're back. Well that certinly wasn't fun."

      "You were there too? I couldn't see or hear you at all."

      "I was like a spectator. Everything was muffeled and no one seemed to notice me."

      The giant balled his hands into fists, and slowly got his breathing under control, with an effort. In the nightmare, he had felt helpless and weak. But here, the world was not mental, but physical. Here, he was far from helpless.

      The titan lifted his gaze and surveyed the chaos throughout the chamber. The guardians were spread out, battling against a swarm of Enxor's followers. The hive god seemed content to allow his minions to wear argus down, for the time being at least. Each guardian was foucused on their own struggle, rather than supporting each-other. They needed to rally, to combine their strength, watch each-other's backs. It was Varrus's job to defend his fellow guardians. And they were stronger together than apart.

      The titan scooped up his auto rifle as he rose, and took off in a dead sprint for a small hill of ash in the midst of the battle below. The first bone zealot to get in his way was thrown from its feet as the speeding titan slammed into it. Varrus stumbeled, but did not slow or change his course, nearly flattening Baryos as he ran. The giant charged through the swirling melee, skidding to a stop atop the small hill.

      Planting his foot down in the ash of the throne world, Varrus spread his arms and called upon his light, summoning his ward of dawn. The half-sphere gleamed the bright purple of void light against the night of the world as the giant slung his auto rifle and readied jolder's hammer. Stepping through his ward, and wraping it's blessing around himself as he opened up on the first knight to charge his position, Varrus thundered into the comms.

      "Dawn breaks upon the hill! Argus, to me! Fight together or fall apart!"

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    • Scythe was more than a bit confused. Should he join Arxus in attacking Enxor, or should he regroup with Varrus? Both of them were equally far away, with a lot of Thrall in between.

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    • Together they would stand, or divided they would fall. Enxor already attempted to do so once, by trapping Argus within a realm of their own nightmares. And now again, by unleashing the unerring hordes of the Hive. Time was fleeting and victory was nothing more than a possibility, rather than being assured. The throne world of the Bone Wraith was a hellish cosmos, a sea of uncertainty riddled with glowing green eyes, ravenous creatures with no desire but to have their hunger sated through murder. And among the death, there was a Light. Varrus, the mighty giant, had erected his bastion of hope. The Ward of Dawn glimmered in twilight, offering a sanctuary in the hopeless otherworld.

      Arxus cut his way through hordes of Thralls and Acolytes, avoiding them all to make way to the Ward. Around him were still the Bone Zealots, champions of Enxor. Their cleavers were wreathed in a dark ritual, and Arxus realized what exactly it was. Holding the cleaver in his hand, he came to a sudden epiphany that it was not darkness at all, but rather corrupted light. Some sort of sacrificial ritual preformed by Hive Wizards allowed the Light of powerful, slain Guardians to be infused within the cleavers, but the Light was twisted for a new purpose. Perhaps it could be untwisted. 

      Upon finally reaching the Ward, Arxus anchored himself into that position and allowed himself to catch a breath. The concentrated light from the Ward of Dawn caused the cleaver to smoke and fizzle. "Never figured... I'd be able to even have a second of rest."

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    • Seeing no alternative, Scythe fell back to Varrus' Ward of Dawn, hacking through Hive as he went. As he approached the Void bubble, the Cleaver in his hand began to glow a strange reddish color. "So, now what?" he shouted over the din of battle as he lopped a Knight's arm off.

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    • Jolder's hammer roared in Varrus's hands, felling the first bone zealot to charge him. Another hive abomination sprinted up the hill, catching three rounds from the MG before the clip ran dry. The titan stepped back into his ward and slung his empty weapon, responding to Arxus as the knight closed the remaining distance.

      "I'm a defender. Where I stand, my allies rally, and my enemies fall. This is my fortress, and in it, you shall find strength, and light"

      The zealot roared in it's foul tongue, and brought it's cleaver down in both hands. Perhaps it had overestimated its own power, or underestimated that of it's foe. But either way, it only had a split second to stare dumbly at it's cleaver, halted by the ward, before Varrus reached out with his left hand, grasped its shoulder in a vice-like grip, and pulled it within.

      The abomination was clearly caught off balance, and was sent plummeting to the ashen ground face-first, it's weapon trapped beneath its bulk, as Varrus knelt beside it, and drove his clenched right fist into the back of its head repeatedly, punctuating each blow with a word.

      "You. Are. Nothing. Darkspawn!"

      On the fourth hit, the chintinous armour surrounding it's head split with a audible *crack*. At the beast roared it's defiance and attempted to stand up, Varrus meshed his fingers together, and brought both his hands down on the hive's now-unarmoured head. The knight's roar was cut short as it's head and body were disintegrated into void light, which shaped itself into a shield upon Varrus's left arm as he stood up, the fallen zealot's cleaver in hand. With a glance down at the screeching darkness of the weapon, and the rest of the guardians fighting towards his position, the giant turned to Arxus.

      "So, you mentioned something about cleavers?"

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    • "Great, so most of us are here." Arxus muttered, still trying to catch his breath. He had been fighting non-stop since he brought free from his nightmare, but Varrus' Ward granted a much needed reprieve. Arxus eventually rose from his hunched over posture, and patted Varrus over the shoulder. "I'm not exactly an expert with the Hive, but holding onto this Cleaver made me realize something. It's a long shot, maybe. But right now, Enxor is walking around with an impenetrable aura so we don't have many options." Arxus lifted his Cleaver, which radiated with vile energies. "This isn't actually darkness, but corrupted light. My best guess is that the Bones of Enxor slew a ton of Guardians and took their Light. If that's the case, then. We can take that and turn it back on Enxor, maybe punch a hole through his aura." 

      Arxus paused for a few seconds, before gripping tightly upon the Cleaver with both hands. Using his own Light and the Light from Varrus' Ward of Dawn, the crimson hue of energy around the Cleaver shattered and was replaced by a bright blue energy. It was Light, made manifest in physical form. "It's their sword logic. We take their toys and use it against them. I doubt one Cleaver will be enough, though. It'll take all of us working together to pull this off. Argus versus the big bad Hive God." Inside his helmet, Arxus wore a scowl on his face. If his plan worked, and he hoped it would, then Argus would be given a chance to stop Enxor before he escaped Ceres and brought ruin to the galaxy like he did before. This was their last chance.

      "All right, you all know the plan. Let's bring down this oversized vermin!"

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    • Scythe attempted the same thing, standing partially within the Ward, only to recieve a powerful shock. "Mother fucker, that stings!" he growled as shock slowly left his system. "Let's try this again..." A second attempt, and the blade that had been glowing a dull pinkish-red began to change color, first to white, then to blue as Arc energy radiated from Scythe's hands up and down the blade.

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    • As Argus were pushed further and further back inside Varrus' Ward, a few Bone Zealots and Vessels of Death broke away from the main force and began to make their way towards Enxor. While doing so, the Death God spoke.

      "Come here, my chosen warriors. You have all served me well, but it is time that the power once granted upon you is returned. Your purpose is almost fulfilled. Now come, chosen warriors and finish you task, complete what you were destined to do! Give back what was given, and give me the power to slay these slaves of Light!"

      Once the first Bone Zealot reached Enxor, he sunk to his knees and bowed at Enxor's feet. At the same time, the first Vessel of Death that had reached the god lifted her hands into the air and let a strange fog seep from them. The fog enveloped the bowing Zealot, and as it did, the Knight began to wither away, his bones turning into dust where he stood. There was soon nothing left but a Cleaver, cut in half, hovering in the air infront of the corrupted Wizard. The Vessel of Death reached out and grabbed the broken weapon, stabbing herself where her heart would have been. The Wizard began to shake, and her body exploded, releasing a shockwave of the dark fog that had killed the Bone Zealot. This fog slowly creeped towards Enxor, and it enveloped him as it had enveloped the Zealot. However, when it dissipated, Enxor was not withering. Instead, to the Guardians it seemed like his aura of darkness had been strengthened, and more pairs of twisted Knights and Wizards were now rushing towards the god to sacrifice themselves. It was obvious to the Guardians that the sacrifices were giving whatever power the Bone Zealots held to Enxor, and the god was becoming even more powerful because of it.

      "Yes.... give me my strength once more! Guardians, for every sacrifice my devoted make, I grow stronger. Is this really all that you have!? Is this it!? You who have challenged me, please, atleast try to defeat me!"

      Even as Enxor taunted Argus and more of his Zealots were sacrificed, the horde was still far too large to go past. There was nothing Argus could do but watch as Enxor's dark powers grew, right infront of their eyes.

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    • Avgust watched as the Zealots and Vessels of Death sacrificed themselves to strengthen Enxor. Raising his Thunderlord, he fired his weapon at the pair as to break them apart before they could finish the ritual. As more hordes of Hive came togehter to assault the rest of his team, the Vanguard threw his fist and had it connect—disolving the Hive completely as he continued his steady stream of arc-based projectiles.

      He successfully interrupted one of the processes to strengthen Enxor, as he yelled over the gunfire: "Argus! Focus on the Zealots and Vessels! We can't let Enxor become stronger than he already is!"

      Readjusting his weapon to be turned directly at Enxor, the Vanguard smiled behind his helmet as he stared at the Bone Wraith. The coward was hiding behind his own servants. He stared directly into the black eyes of the Bone Wraith, as he taunted the Hive God: "«Vy starshee cyka!» Hide behind your servants! Prove to me that you are stronger than you make yourself out to be!"

      Avgust couldn't really believe what he was saying, it wasn't like him to taunt the Darkness to prove itself to him. But at the same time, it felt as if his own Light was burning brighter than it usually did. His mind quickly began projecting a plan, as he hoped to attract the attention of Enxor. Avgust overheard what Arxus said, as he suddenly took this into account.

      If they managed to break the ritual which was happening right now, and get the blades which the Hive were managing to sacrifice themselves with. Avgust instantly connected what this meant, but it was incredibly dangerous. In order to combat Enxor's Darkness, they needed to use their own Light. And that meant enveloping the Cleaver's in it, but the Vanguard didn't know how much pressure the Hive blades could manage before they broke. They just needed enough.

      Svarog quickly took register of Avgust's thoughts, as the Ghost quikcly sent the meditated ideas to the rest of Fireteam Argus.

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    • Avgust watched as the Zealots and Vessels of Death sacrificed themselves to strengthen Enxor. Raising his Thunderlord, he fired his weapon at the pair as to break them apart before they could finish the ritual. As more hordes of Hive came togehter to assault the rest of his team, the Vanguard threw his fist and had it connect—disolving the Hive completely as he continued his steady stream of arc-based projectiles.

      He successfully interrupted one of the processes to strengthen Enxor, as he yelled over the gunfire: "Argus! Focus on the Zealots and Vessels! We can't let Enxor become stronger than he already is!"

      Readjusting his weapon to be turned directly at Enxor, the Vanguard smiled behind his helmet as he stared at the Bone Wraith. The coward was hiding behind his own servants. He stared directly into the black eyes of the Bone Wraith, as he taunted the Hive God: "«Vy starshee cyka!» Hide behind your servants! Prove to me that you are stronger than you make yourself out to be!"

      Avgust couldn't really believe what he was saying, it wasn't like him to taunt the Darkness to prove itself to him. But at the same time, it felt as if his own Light was burning brighter than it usually did. His mind quickly began projecting a plan, as he hoped to attract the attention of Enxor. Avgust overheard what Arxus said, as he suddenly took this into account.

      If they managed to break the ritual which was happening right now, and get the blades which the Hive were managing to sacrifice themselves with. Avgust instantly connected what this meant, but it was incredibly dangerous. In order to combat Enxor's Darkness, they needed to use their own Light. And that meant enveloping the Cleaver's in it, but the Vanguard didn't know how much pressure the Hive blades could manage before they broke. They just needed enough.

      Svarog quickly took register of Avgust's thoughts, as the Ghost quikcly sent the meditated ideas to the rest of Fireteam Argus.

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    • By now, Arxus' Cleaver was ignited with his own Light. Arc energy crackled around the blade like an unruly tempest, ready to strike down the wicked with holy bolts of energy. Enxor had caught wind of their plan and began bolstering his dark aura; sacrificing Zealots and Vessels in the process. This pissed Arxus off; this was their only chance and the Bone Wraith just laughed in their faces like their struggle didn't matter. Like they were just worthless specks of dust waiting to be wiped off the face of existence by a much mightier and omnipotent God. He couldn't accept an outcome like this. There was no way he would let himself or his friends die down here. He wouldn't let Theseus' sacrifice be in vain, or the sacrifice of anyone who allowed Argus to get this far. This was their only hope.

      Arxus bolted out of Varrus' Ward, swinging his Cleaver madly. He slashed through scores of Thralls like a wild beast, yelling at them to get the hell out of his way. Leaping high above the horde, Arxus landed atop of a Zealot, who was moving to sacrifice itself to Enxor. "I'm tired of your bullshit!" He slammed his Cleaver down into the Zealot's back, stabbing it straight through and letting the light in. Arc energy crackled violently from the wound and left the Zealot paralyzed almost immediately. "All right. Let's see what you can do." Gripping the Cleaver handle, he jerked it off towards the side. Something commanding the Zealot's muscles, the Zealot swung off to the left and cleaved through a Vessel of Death, splitting the Wizard at the waist. Such a forward strategy was insane, but maybe Arxus was a little insane too.

      The Titan took this time to address Enxor directly, as he allowed his controlled Zealot to slice through, or at least slow down any other Zealots or Vessels that got too close to the God. There was too many of them of course, so he couldn't stop them all. "For a big bad God, you sure talk trash. Why can't you just face us one-on-one instead of relying on all your armies? So much for being all powerful." Arxus shook his head and snickered, twisting his Light Cleaver to the right, forcing the Zealot to swing right. A row of Thralls were decapitated in rapid succession.

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    • "Arxus is right!"

      Varrus roared over the fireteam comms as more of the knights and wizards turned from his ward toward their foul god.

      "These abominations have the stolen light, dragged it down and twisted it to their purpose! Let's take it back!"

      Without a moment's pause, the giant stepped from his ward, and followed Arxus's example. His own cleaver alight with the same void fire as his shield, he set upon the servants of Enxor, hacking apart zealots and dragging screaming vessels down unto his blade. The light around his cleaver grew brighter and brighter with the fall of each of the hive god's minions, their own blades and auras shattering, and the reclaimed light flowing to his weapon.

      "Smite the dark! Reclaim the light! Send these monsters screaming into a pit even they fear!"

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    • "Very well, zealous Titan. You will fall first."

      In response to Arxus challenge, Exnor promptly slammed his scythe into the Bone Zealot the Titan was controlling. The Knight's body was sliced in half, and the Cleaver Arxus was wielding snapped in two. The Light amassed in the weapon drained out into thin air, leaving only the useless hilt of the Cleaver behind. Arxus himself was knocked down by the shockwave the attack had created.

      "Several hundreds of years pass and nothing changes. You protectors of the Wall are as foolish now as you were then."

      Enxor stepped over the stunned Titan and made his way towards the Ward of Dawn in the middle of his horde.

      "Smite the Dark?"

      The Death God reached out towards Varrus and simply picked the giant Guardian up from where he stood. A sense of dread shot through Varrus as he found himself just a few meters away from Enxor.

      "Reclaim the Light? There is no Light in this realm, other than the sparks belonging to you and your companions, sparks which I will soon snuff out!"

      Varrus could feel the god's grip tightening around him, and as it did, his lifeforce drained away into the dark embrace of Enxor. Spots of rust began to show on the Titan's armour, the once shiny plates of plasteel and relic iron corroding and aging, the seams holding it together breaking apart. The Cleaver charged with Light fell down to the ground, exploding into tiny fragments as it did. Varrus could feel his determination faltering as Enxor pulled him mere inches away from his head. The god was now whispering, his words only barely heard by the slowly dying Titan.

      "Death comes to all, Guardian."

      With those words, Enxor let go of his grip, allowing Varrus' body to freely fall back into the abyss.

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    • Scythe hacked at another Knight with his Cleaver, this time shearing the monster in two. Arc energy crackled up and down the blade, lighting up the area in flashes of blue electricity. Just then, thunderous footsteps indicated that Enxor had left his watch, and was advancing on them. "Arx, Varrus, look out!" he shouted as he was kicked aside by the giant Hive god.

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    • (Well then. Since you've been asking for this, I give you Enxor's weakness. You can consider this my christmas gift to you all.)

      As Enxor assaulted Varrus and Arxus, more Bone Zealots and Vessels of Death converged around their god, attempting to give their lives to strengthen him. Among these was a stray Wizard, desperately looking for her Bone Zealot companion. What she did not know, was that the intended sacrifice lay dead at Arxus' feet. Still seeking for a way to give her life, the Vessel of Death picked up a stray Cleaver and drove it right into her heart. The Cleaver, however, was charged with a few sparks of Light. As the Wizard exploded, it was not the same black fog that was released. Instead, a bright cloud was now rushing inside Enxor's body. For just a second, the constantly growing aura around the god seemed to disappear, and Enxor gasped, seemingly trying to fill his nonexistant lungs with air. Then the aura returned, but what had happened was clear. The 'corrupted' Cleaver had disrupted the ritual and turned the Dark energy into Light. Enxor paused his rampage through the horde and called out across the abyss. It was obvious that the sudden weakening of his defense had been shocking to the god.

      "Chosen ones! Do not let these lowly slaves blight your rituals with their filthy forces! Do not let them near you, for they will twist your weaponry and turn it against us!"

      (Merry Christmas everyone.)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
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      (Merry Christmas everyone.)

      (Same to you.

      Oh, and Happy Festivus)

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    • (Merry christmas to all, and to all a good fight.)

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    • ( Merry Christmas everybody! If you celebrate it, that is. )

      Arxus continued to direct the Zealot to destroying his brethern, until Enxor stepped in to stop his rampage. The Zealot was cleaved in two, and Arxus was thrown yards away, his cleaver destroyed in the process. He hit the ground hard, with a sharp yelp emitting from his lips. The damage was unimaginable; a sharp pain ripped through his spine and he could barely move, forced to watch as the Bone Wraith marched for Varrus' Ward. With no effort at all, the Ward was shattered and Varrus picked up. He was dropped seconds later, seemingly drained of his energy. "Damn it, move!" He yelled at his own body, barely even able to crawl. He turned onto his stomach and looked around him as everything seemed to fall apart. However, there was but a glimmer of hope now.

      With the Zealot slain, the Vessel grabbed the light-infused cleaver and offered it as sacrifice to Enxor. Instead of fueling his dark aura, it was destroying it. Although this was somewhat Arxus' plan, it wasn't exactly how he intended to deliver it. But it was a plan. "Argus! Cleanse as many Cleavers as you can!" Struggling to force himself to his fight, Arxus intercepted the closest Zealot, on route towards Enxor. Slamming his foot into the back of the Zealot's knee, he brought the knight to a kneel.

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    • Avgust watched as the Vessel exploded with light, as he looked at the Cleaver in his hands. The Vanguard smiled, tossing the blade towards the nearest Vessel of Death. As it picked up the blade and sacrificed itself—it was 'corrupted' by the light covering the blade. He lifted his Thunderlord once more to tear one of the Zealot's apart with the arc energy. Scurrying for the blade, Avgust brushed his hand across the blade as his light cleansed the blade. Using his charging mass, Avgust threw himself into the nearest Vessel to stumble it as he leveled his Thunderlord to open fire at point blank range. The beast was torn to ashes as the round smacked into its chitin from the extremely close range, another Zealot moved behind him in attempt to slay the Vanguard—but Avgust kept a close eye on his motion tracker as he dropped his machine gun into the transmat and drew his sidearm, firing at this beast.

      (Ah, this is right. You celebrate Christmas in December, not January. Either way, Merry Christmas/Happy New Years!)

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    • Scythe flew through the air, somehow maintaining his grip on the Cleaver despite the hard landing. He slowly got up, only to be faced with a Vessel of Death. "Hello beastie." he growled as he lept and swung the Light-infused Cleaver in an uppercut. The blade sliced through the uber-Wizard, causing it to explode in a flash of Arc energy. Instead of the poisinous cloud, however, this appeared to fall like snow, only made of Light. Quickly, Scythe Blinked over to Arxus and transmatted some Spirit Blooms and Ether Seeds to his Ghost. "Ghost, these might start to restore some of Arxus' health."

      (And with that, I'm off to work. Try not to get Scythe killed while I'm gone)

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    • (How exactly do Spirit Blooms and Ether Seeds heal Arxus?)

      Simultaneously, Orkrim and Chorrin sprang into action. Both had already acquired a Cleaver, and now they focused their Light into them, making them surge with radiant brilliance.

      Orkrim Blinked right in front of a Vessel and laid the blade down at her feet. She picked it up and drove it through her midriff. She exploded in a cloud of luminescent white dust.

      At the same time, Chorrin sought out and charged another Vessel and decapitated her. The cloud spewed from her neck as she collapsed.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (How exactly do Spirit Blooms and Ether Seeds heal Arxus?)

      Simultaneously, Orkrim and Chorrin sprang into action. Both had already acquired a Cleaver, and now they focused their alight into them, making them surge with radiant brilliance.

      Orkrim Blinked right in front of a Vessel and laid the blade down at her feet. She picked it up and drove it through her midriff. She exploded in a cloud of luminescent white dust.

      At the same time, Chorrin sought out and charged another Vessel and decapitated her. The cloud spewed from her neck as she collapsed.


      (I dunno. It was a way for my character to do a non-combat thing before I left for work. Besides, I did something similar in House of Storms and people were ok with it)

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    • (Probably because I read over it.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:

      Orkrim Blinked right in front of a Vessel and laid the blade down at her feet. She picked it up and drove it through her midriff. She exploded in a cloud of luminescent white dust.

      At the same time, Chorrin sought out and charged another Vessel and decapitated her. The cloud spewed from her neck as she collapsed.

      (The part below is pretty much what just happened.

      Enxor: "Don't use Cleavers with Light in your rituals! It weakens me!"

      Vessel of Death: "Hey look, a Cleaver with Light in it, I wonder what happens if I stab myself with it. Oops, I exploded into a cloud of bright dust and it weakened my master. Oopsies!"

      Oh, and the whole sacrificial ritual has to be done with a Light Cleaver to weaken Enxor, simply killing the VoDs with a Cleaver won't work. This is not only referring to Red. Fire and Zippo has done it too.)

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    • With the Zealot on his knees, Arxus quickly ripped the Cleaver away, and stabbed the Zealot through a break in their chitin armor. The Cleaver was consumed with a corrupted aura, and Arxus began charging it with his own Light. The Titan was already quite injuried so he had to play keep-away the entire time. Thralls and Acolytes swarmed as usual, with the Vessels and Zealots continuing their sacrificial ritual to keep their God alive. The rate at which such a thing was happening was too high; it would require the entire fireteam working in tandem to break down Enxor's dark aura.

      Thanks to some assistance from Scythe, Arxus was back to working at somewhat full capacity. He waved his thanks towards the hunter, before focusing back on charging the Cleaver. The cleaver shifted from its red glow to a bright, electric blue. The Titan discarded the weapon and allowed a Vessel of Death to snatch it up; the black wizard seemed none the wiser, as the energy signature between corrupted light and light must have been so similar that they couldn't detect the difference. The Vessel floated off towards Enxor and stabbed itself, releasing a bright flash of Light that tore away further at Enxor's darkness aura. 

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    • Scythe waved back at Arxus just as his Cleaver began to fracture. Within seconds, the blade shattered, leaving the Hunter momentarily confused. Seeing another Zealot charging the injured Titan, he stuck it with an Arc grenade, frying the Hive. The Cleaver fell from it's grasp, and Scythe scooped it up. Charging it with his own Light, he waited until the blade began to crackle with Arc energy before tossing it to a Vessel of Death. The Wizard mindlessly caught it and floated over to where Enxor was watching the battle.

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    • (So, is someone going to post something?

      Anyone?

      Anyone?

      Beuhler?)

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    • ('Sup?)

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    • (Right now? We're fighting Enxor's minions. Trying to get Vessels of Death (uber-Wizards) to kill themselves with Light-infused Cleavers in order to damage Enxor)

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    • (I know. I have been reading this thread recently. I just posted that because, well, you asked someone to post something.)

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    • As Scythe observed the Wizard, the Zealot whom he injured had recovered and stood up behind him. It picked up the nearest Cleaver from a fallen comrade (disssmantle minesssss for motherland, da?) and prepared to strike the Hunter from behind, aiming to hew his head from his shoulders.

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    • As Scythe watched the Vessel of Death from a distance, his motion tracker squawked loudly. The Hunter glanced around for a fraction of a second before his Ghost shouted < DUCK! >. He rolled out of the way just as the Zealot's Cleaver cut through the air where he had been. "Cheeky bugger, ain't he?" The Hunter drew his Shock Blades and rammed them into the Zealot's side, causing the monster to roar in pain.

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    • (Doesn't Blink require you to be airborne? And how did Scythe blink behind the Zealot?)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (Doesn't Blink require you to be airborne? And how did Scythe blink behind the Zealot?)


      (So much for that plan. Is Blink just line-of-sight, then?)

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    • (What? How did he magically know when to roll out of the way? Is Scythe Force-sensitive or something?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (What? How did he magically know when to roll out of the way? Is Scythe Force-sensitive or something?)

      (His helmet has a radar display, and Hunters have to rely on agility rather than armor to survive attacks)

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    • ("The Force is strong with this one.")

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    • (Right, a radar display that shows exactly when the guy standing behind you swings his weapon at you. Seems legit)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Right, a radar display that shows exactly when the guy standing behind you swings his weapon at you. Seems legit)


      (I fixed it)

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    • Given how things were proceeding, it still seemed rather hopeless. The rate that they were "infecting" Vessels was negligible compared to how often that they were strengthing Enxor's barriers. Either they had to speed up or come up with another plan entirely. Armed with nothing but his scout rifle, Arxus intercepted another Zealot, who immediately took on the offensive with a pre-emptive sword swing. The Titan dashed to the right and slammed his boot down on the back of the cleaver, pinning it to the ground. Immediately following, Arxus launched his counter-attack and fired off high-calibur rounds into the Knight's ugly mug.

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    • The Zealot continued to roar at Scythe, turning to face the Hunter. He slashed the uber-Knight's sword hand, not severing it, but severly impeding it's ability to swing a Cleaver. The Hive sword fell from its grasp, but Scythe ignored it, hacking into the Zealot's chest again and again with his own blades. "This is taking forever!" he growled.

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    • (How did Scythe, who had been holding two Shock Blades, pick up a Cleaver? He couldn't sheathe both of them quickly enough to be able to pick it up before the Zealot.)

      The Zealot's head recoiled at the force of Arxus' scout rifle. He made an attempt to pull his Cleaver from beneath the boot, but the Titan's weight and force proved too strong. As he let go of the handle, he swung a bony fist at Arxus, hoping to overcome him with strength of arms.

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    • "Oh hell no." Arxus responded as the Zealot swung out for the Titan with a bony fist. He quickly bowed underneath the Zealot's outstretched arm, and moved his foot from the cleaver so he could snatch it up. Shifting the blade forward, he rammed it through the Knight's chest, skewering him completely on his own cleaver. The Zealot squirmed after being impaled on the sword, and lashed out at Arxus again. A bone fist snapped across his face.

      A small crack crawled along the visor of Arxus' helmet, after being punched in the face by the Zealot. He wasn't too happy after that. Twisting his hand over the cleaver's handle, the blade ignited with arc light and electrocuted the Zealot from the inside out.

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      A small crack crawled along the visor of Arxus' helmet, after being punched in the face by the Zealot. He wasn't too happy after that. Twisting his hand over the cleaver's handle, the blade ignited with arc light and electrocuted the Zealot from the inside out.

      ("Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped." -The Martian)

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    • Light was flowing through Enxor's body, and his aura, which had seemed to be impossible to destroy, was weakening. The giant god fell on his knees, grasping at the air with his claw-like hands.

      "This... this is not right! This is not the way it was supposed to be! I was destined to bring the Dark to all, not be brought down by the foolishness of my most trusted servants and a few sparks of Light! Enough with these games!"

      Enxor stood up and put his scythe in both hands. With one swing, a shockwave of Darkness shot forward, and at that moment, the withering aura around the death god was gone. The shockwave engulfed both his enemies and allies, and it was devastating. The Bone Zealots looked on their limbs in horror as they melted away right infront of their own eyes, Vessels of Death let out ear-shattering shrieks and exploded midair. Enxor simply watched as his legion was left in ruin, waiting for the Guardians to challenge him. Enxor's End was near, and the god knew it.

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
      [...]

      "This... this is not right! This is not the way it was supposed to be! I was destined to bring the Dark to all, not be brought down by the foolishness of my most trusted servants and a few sparks of Light! Enough with these games!"

      [...]

      ("Excuse me, sir? Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior, The Darkness?")

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    • Arxus was just about to toss his Cleaver towards a Vessel, before the shockwave hit. The remnants of Enxor's forces were annihilated by the ensuing blast, but Argus was hit as well. The kinetic force caused by the shockwave sent Arxus flying back, ripping the cleaver free from his grip. He collided into the furthest most wall on the perimeter of the arena, and felt his back crack painfully as he was dashed against the rocks. He dropped 13 feet down to the ground, immobile for the time being.

      When he looked up, all he could see was an unholy triumvirate of green eyes staring towards him from the darkness. This was Enxor's end, and he knew it. A finale act to bring forth either victory or complete defeat. Using what was left of his muscle strength, Arxus crawled to his feet and pulled out his trusty Gjallarhorn. The end would come, either way.

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    • The shockwave that disintegrated the remaining Zealots and Vessels also sent Scythe flying. He was launched across the room, finally catching himself on the carcass of a Zealot. He covered himself with the corpse, knowing that while he couldn't hide from Enxor, he could at least protect himself from any further shockwaves.

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    • (Hello, friendos. Apologies for the absence.)

      Baryos, holding a Void-charged cleaver, was sent sprawling to the floor. Stunned by the blast, he shook his head and groaned slightly. The ingenious use of Light filled Cleavers by the fireteam was not enough to kill the Wraith. It was getting personal. 

      "Here we go..."

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    • By now, Arxus had been stabbed, thrown around, beaten, blugeoned, mind-hacked and slapped by a Knight. And here he was, with Argus, facing off against a Hive God. The fate of the City rested in their hands. With Gjallarhorn raised, all he needed was one perfect shot. Pain shot up and down his back and he swore he felt a trickle of warmth down his left temple. There was one thing to be said about the Light. It would always rise from the ashes and oppose Darkness. It was no different now, as Argus rose from the aftermath of Enxor's destructive shockwave and hurtled themselves into a final confrontation with the Bone Wraith.

      "Sir, you're bleeding profusely. Should I adminster morphine?" Grim asked, speaking within his helmet. 

      "No. I need the pain to keep me awake." His Gjallarhorn started to beep as he locked on to Enxor's left knee. The first time he took a shot, nothing happened because of the dark aura. Now that it was gone, however... there was no telling what would happen this time. Arxus hammered back the trigger and fired a single rocket, straight for the Hive God's knee.

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    • Seeing as no further shockwaves came, Scythe crawled out from under the pulped Zealot and drew Super Good Advice. Taking cover behind a pile of dead Zealots, he looked to Arxus. "So... Now what? Shoot it? Don't shoot it?"

      From somewhere in Transmat, his Ghost chimed in. < Crush my enemies. Drive them before me. Hear the lamentations of their women. >

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    • (Ahem. Conan.) 

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    • "Just shoot him with everything you got!" Arxus cried out. His rocket flew through the air, and all he could do was wait. Wait and hope that this time, it actually did something. By all accounts, it should be able to damage him. But if it didn't, then strategies would shift yet again. Constantly until they could find some foreseeable way to damage Enxor.

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    • Drawing his Hezen Vengeance at Arxus' command, he let a few rockets loose and followed up with a stream of bullets from Once Bitten.

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    • Scythe let loose a volley from Super Good Advice, the Solar rounds thudding into the Hive god's armor. "I could really use that awesome Scorch Cannon right about now..." he hissed under his breath.

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    • Enxor roared in pain as the hail of rockets and bullets hit his giant body. Large cracks appeared in his armour where the missiles had exploded, and the bullets managed to make their mark on him too. Still, the Hive God kept moving, determined to reach Argus before he was laid to waste by the incoming barrage.

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    • "Shit! He's still moving!" Baryos yelled as the Bone Wraith continued his march. Baryos continued to fire on the God, hoping that his bullets would not be too late. "Keep shooting with whatever you've got!"

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    • (How many of us have Fusion Rifles?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (How many of us have Fusion Rifles?)


      (Not me)

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    • Scythe contined to pour burst after burst from Super Good Advice into the towering Hive god, but to no effect. The monster continued to stride towards the now-ragged fireteam, despite the cracks that were appearing in his armor. Remembering a trick from his rescue of Sauron, he drew his Wire Rifle and patiently lined up a shot on one of its eyes.

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    • M67PattonZippo wrote:
      ReDquinox wrote:
      (How many of us have Fusion Rifles?)

      (Not me)

      (Nor me.)

      Baryos slammed another magazine into Once Bitten, steadily walking backward. As he was focused on spraying Enxor with bullets, he did not notice the liquified Zealot behind him. He slipped, almost comically, and went to the ground with a heavy thud. He scrambled back to his feet but knew he'd drawn the Wraith's attention. 

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    • "...arrus...Varrus! Come on, get up you sack of meat! This REALLY isn't the best place to die!"

      With a sputtering cough, the giant balled his right hand into a fist and slammed it into the ground, lifting his head up. A ways in front of him, Enxor, the hive god of death strode raggedly forward, slowed and harried by the firepower of his fellow guardians. Around him, his ghost buzzed franticly, flashing worried glances and scans at every inch of him.

      "Not...dead...yet."

      "Well you picked a hell of a time to take a nap! That, and your gear says otherwise."

      As Varrus slowly got to his feet, he noticed what Vigil was talking about. Every servo in his armour creaked and groaned. A few locked up entirely and snapped as the titan applied his strength to them. The insular lining of his armour fell off in chunks, and the plate itself was rusted and ruined. Varrus looked out of his blood stained and non-functional helm for a moment before ripping it off and casting the glorified hunk of rusted relic iron aside aside.

      The weary and wounded titan looked up at the hive god striding towards him and his friends. He did not feel well. Enxor had done something to him that ruined his armour and nearly killed him, but the fight was not yet over. The giant spoke as he readied his weapon.

      "Enough is enough. The night may be long, black, and hopeless. But no matter what, dawn always breaks."

      Hefting Jolder's Hammer, the giant poured slow, stea