We Are Our Avatars XI (Open)

[Vakra jal]

Dalahars world had long since been razed. By the time the heresy had reached it it was too late for the rebels. Chaos had claimed their souls. Daemons and zealots marched side by side, when the word bearers returned to that world where Dalahar had been born it had been put to the sword in the name of hungry and thirsting gods. Dalahar wasn't focused on that as his mind slid into the thoughts of combat. Assailed by all sorts of entropy and fire he whirled around to fire at the source of Blacks voice. He was in a bad way and knew it. Outnumbered and caught off balance his mind races to find a solution. Staying where he was was not a solution and while his armour was mighty he still didn't like hanging around in pillars of fire that obscures his vision. He notes where his assailants are on his autosenses after firing twice at Black. Before bracing himself to charge through the fire, with the aim to get out of the various hazards facing him on that spot. He throws himself
Into the fire, hoping it can't stop him

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Ile Bizard, Around Midnight

Yauna would cease scrying on Dalahar when the various things began happening to him, and would run out of her room on Ile Bizard, heading towards Dalahar.

 

[Silence]

Montreal, Quebec, Canada. March 4th, 2025
- Streets of Montreal -
Around Midnight​

Even though it would physically hurt him, Dalahar would manage to throw himself through the fire. On the other side, however, trees were growing, fast, obstructing his vision and blocking his path. The green channeling spell still stole his life's energy.

[color=e50000]"Please, don't do this. What do you want to achieve?"[/color] Red called towards him.

 

[Vakra jal]

He grunted and scanned around briefly to get his bearing. Line of site impaired but he still had their locations marked. He felt fazed for a second, remembering how Whites spells had required her to chant them and continuously channel them. This time he felt the black tar once again, drooling out from his helmet. "My choice" he spluttered as he began to crash through the trees, hoping to find the green one. "I'll not offer blind subservience any more."
Kyrys slowly begins weaving his change upon Dalahar once more. The trees do blunt Dalahars movement, forcing him to expend strength to bash them aside or force them out of the way. Any chance he gets he fires his bolt pistol if he catches a glimpse of any of his assailants. Any missed shots cause collateral damage, the 72 caliber bolts punching through any buildings or obstacles in their way or embedding in the ground or anything thicker than a single wall of a house. Embedded bolts mass react, a micro explosion tearing chunks out of the ground and surroundings.

 

[Slenn]

March 4. Midnight.

The sound of gunfire caught Shana's attention as she was asleep in her hotel room.

"What was that?" She said as she approached the window. She opened it up to find where the noise was coming from in relation to the hotel.

 

[Kirke]

Ella's Room, Hotel, Montreal - Around Midnight​

Ella awoke with a shock when she heard gunfire and explosions outside. Knowing that Dalahar must be involved, she immediately opened her emergency channel to the ETR squad. "Heavy gunfire outside the hotel! Need back-up, now!" - She yelled as she pulled her armour on and strapped it in place. She put her boots on, then grabbed her blaster rifle and her sword. On the way down the stairs she put the latter in place and then she switched channels to Dalahar's; "Dalahar! I'm on my way down, gimme a sitrep!"

 

[Silence]

Montreal, Quebec, Canada. March 4th, 2025
- Streets of Montreal -
Around Midnight​

Dalahar could hear Black grunting, then could feel an extreme heat from beyond the trees. While Dalahar was fighting through them, they got thicker and thicker, and grew right before him, new, and new again.

"He's strong." Green said. "Don't worry." Black said, then coughed. "We will get him."

 

[Slenn]

She looked out the window and saw the commotion. Although she was unsure about joining.

"There's too many of them. And they look too experienced for me to tackle on my own. But I must get a better view."
She got herself dressed and rushed downstairs to the front lobby.

 

[Drakmorg]

Being already awake, Nina was made aware of the scuffle outside rather quickly. She sat by her window, humming to herself as she seemed to be idly counting on her fingers. "Hmmm... Worth a shot."

She opened her window and climbed down the fire escape to street level. Standing at the edge of the alleyway next to the street, her eyes grew brighter in color. Her sense grew stronger, to the point where the lack of light wouldn't pose much of a hindrance to her senses. For the time being, she paused and focused on locating the attackers.

 

[Vakra jal]

Dalahar questioned using the phosphex canister here but immediately decided against it. The crawling death would cause to much damage in this urban centre. Over the vox he growls to Ella before exhaling like a beast. He clutched his head while his body writhed and contorted, limbs enlarging, his right hand grew claws that engulfed his bolt pistol and fused the weapon in his warped and hardened flesh. His left srm growing in proportion becoming and large claw as well, with a blade of bone erupting from the back of his hand. His helmet contorted into a wicked and beastly face that opened and gnashed its maw while a long tongue snaked its way out. His eyes burning with baleful light and predatory hunger.
All over his body their were parts where spikes made of his bones had erupted from his armour and like before his spines had exploded through his backpack power plant and ended as a tail of bladed bone. Stomping forth on clawed hooves he screeched as he tore at the trees. Mortal fatigue no longer plaguing him.

hunt, kill find death bring. They will know it now Dalahar......what kind of monster you truly are

The odds stacked against Dalahar trigger his Daemonic possession.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Candace, resting in her room, jumped as she heard the battle outside. She ran out, grabbing her sword and gun but not stopping to change out of her nightgown, wanting to asses the situation.

 

[Silence]

Montreal, Quebec, Canada. March 4th, 2025
- Streets of Montreal -
Around Midnight​

The attackers were easy to locate, but hard to actually see. They were surrounded by a storm of fire, which seemingly let nothing through.
[color=e50000]"He turned. We need to stop."[/color] Red's voice was heard.

"No. We are just where I wanted him." Black responded.

From the streets, around the block, masses of dead, rotten, people started appearing and walking towards Dalahar - and the others, who came out of the building, seemingly wanting to attack them as well.

There was silence, then: [color=e50000]"What have you done?! This is wrong! NOTHING LIKE THIS. I TOLD YOU."[/color]
"Shut up. This is necessary."

As the daemon started breaking the trees faster as they grew, zombies started piling on him. There were masses, a whole graveyard. For now, the firestorm was still active, but it flickered.

 

[Kirke]

"Stay inside!" - Ella shouted to Candace while running up the door. Readying her rifle to stun, she then opened the door and peeked out with her rifle raised. "Merde..."

 

[Slenn]

"What's going on?" Shana cried out to Ella.

 

[Vakra jal]

Pulpy fleshy things, like followers of nurgle. How they pop and gush when crushed. The Dalahar-thing preferred the zombies to the trees. His immense speed, power and resilience giving him more than advantage versus the shambling dead. Dalahars intentions guide Kyrys when this possession occurs although Kyrys distorts these actions. Dalahar intending to grasp an enemy would lead to his possessed form crushing that enemy with glee.

Needless to say it is a mess.

The Dalahar things cackles and twitches as its claws flash and sweep. Bisecting and evicerating the zombies with contemptuous ease. Bodies that fell to the ground were further pulped by his hooves as they crushed and ground the bodies into dirt as he advance to the pillar of flame.
Daemonic howling and guttural laughs echoing all the while

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Montreal Streets, Around Midnight

Yauna ran up to a stopped car which had a driver in it, and opened the door. As she sat down, she told the driver that he should drive as fast as he could to the hotel, and order that he complied with instantly. Even so, it would take her some amount of time to reach the location of the fighting.

 

[Silence]

Montreal, Quebec, Canada. March 4th, 2025
- Streets of Montreal -
Around Midnight​

[color=e50000]"It's not even effective. And ... "[/color] was heard from beyond the firestorm, then the voice faded, and the firestorm with it.
The glimpse of a portal was visible, then it vanished as well.

Green and Black stood there for a moment, then a tree grew under them, bringing them upwards. Tendrils and branches led them onto the roof of a nearby building, out of range of most attacks.

The whole neighbourhood was covered in jungle-like nature, and zombies were everywhere. They kept on piling on Dalahar, and another spell of weakness was cast on him.

At the same time, other zombies seemingly spotted Ella, and came straight to her. I will get you for White.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Candace stood by Shana, wondering the same thing.

 

[Vakra jal]

The patron deity that forged the daemon that possessed Dalahsr was Slaanesh, the dark prince of excess. It feeds upon experience at its core, the thrill of tearing a foe limb from limb, the exquisite agony inflicted on a hated enemy. Magically sapping his strength did little to suppress his demonic vigor. The zombies that swarmed him were fuel for the fire. The Dalahar thing knew it would grow tired eventually of butchering the zombies but not yet. Even with necromantic energy suffusing them the zombies were just as frail to the Dalahar thing as they always had been. The thing only
Wished that screams of pain emanated from them.

 

[Chungus]

Pointe-Saint Charles, Montreal. Near Midnight. March 4th.​

Filming the events, while the Watcher had been focused on Dalahar, and the three mages, when the zombie swarm emerged, it did a sweeping shot of the event. At this, it was decided to deploy additional flying spybots to the area, to get a sense of who did what amongst the chaos.

Through a tiny portal that opened up near the hotel, a collection of spybots flew through, after which the portal closed. The fly-sized bots spread out, flying through the canopy that eventually formed over the streets, while recording the battle.

In the other dimension the feed was ultimately fed to, the viewer watching the battle became sick at the sight of the Dalahar-thing covering the road with zombie mush, leading to a second observer taking over.