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5/31/2016 11:02:33 PM
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"You see, Mantorok isn't just a warden. Although he specializes in it, he has a different name... a different purpose altogether. He has a... secret identity, of sorts."
Suddenly, the Harbinger is filled with a deep, sinking feeling. He does not control the darkness anymore. He does not control anything anymore. The dream grows darker and colder... the snow stops falling. All that lingers is a freezing feeling. A feeling of fear.
Tulleesh's mist stops glowing. It changes altogether. He becomes black, darker than night. The sweet violet of earlier becomes a gruesome darkness. For the first time since his death, the harbinger feels fear.
"For you see... Mantorok is the god of unlife. He is the Eternal Darkness."
Tulleesh wasn't himself anymore. The feeling of nauseating fear fills Harbinger from head to toe, sending uneasing chills down his spine.
"And us, as his vessels... [u][i]are tasked to both protect the world from evil... [b]and from the Eternal Darkness itself."[/b][/i][/u]
As he spoke, his voice was becoming less and less his own. It became stronger, it grew without stopping. He was irradiated with darkness, so dark that he was visible through the surrounding darkness.
[b][i][u]"Fear... you feel it, don't you? Yes... I can smell it. I can taste it. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the truth. Fear of defeat... You desperately try to kill your own creator's offspring. Yet you cannot. Because you are... simply, inadequate."[/u][/i][/b]
At this point, Harbinger felt as if he was the smallest thing in the universe. His vertigo kept climbing and climbing, without ever stopping. It became painful.
[b][i][u]"You may haunt the dream of children... you may be the monster that hides underneath the bed..."[/u][/i][/b]
Tulleesh's shape began changing, becoming a monstrosity so utterly disgusting, so fearful in it's existence that mere words could never describe it.
[b][i][u]"... But I am YOUR BOGEYMAN."[/u][/i][/b]
Harbinger was violently awoken from his own nightmare. Was it even a nightmare? It felt so... real...
Meanwhile, back in the realm of the material, Tulleesh was crouching over his sleeping beloved, who was in the process of waking up.
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He sighs. "Just forget my idea. It was bad anyways."
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[i]"Good."[/i] She taps the side of the tank, and it moves again. [i]"Because I had a surprise planned for you."[/i]
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He smiles grimly. "A surprise."
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[i]"Yes. An old friend of yours."[/i]
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He actually smiles at her. "Oh really? Who would that be?"
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[i]"I can't tell you, now can I? Would ruin the surprise."[/i]
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"Well where is this old friend?" He asks.
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[i]"You'll see."[/i]
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He smiles. "Alright..."
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[i]"Remember the plan. Trigger him out of hiding."[/i]
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"I understand." He nods.
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[i]"Good."[/i] The tank approaches the mission area.
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He prepares himself.
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The tank rolls into a large warehouse, filled with rusty tanks and other ancient military equipment.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 6/3/2016 4:07:09 AM"Creepy." Ryker says as he looks around.
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Eleanor hops off as well. [i]"Everything's in place."[/i] The Leman Russ tank keeps rolling until it mysteriously disappears out of thin air.
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He nods. "Alright... Let me do my thing."
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[i]"And Ryker."[/i] She removes her helmet to give him a kiss. "Good luck, love. I'll be right here." She smiles at him before putting her helmet back on.
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He kisses her back, intensely. "And I'll be right here." He watches her go.
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She, like the tank, disappears.
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Ryker stands, looking around. "Alright.... Come and get me." He holds his hands out. "I know you want to! You want to wipe me and my family out, so start with me! Here I am, a one on one. Only one comes out of it!" He knew Harbinger would show, and want to talk, giving Ellie time. He waited for a minute, then Harbinger appears, smiling. "Mm... A one on one... Where you finally meet your end. This time I'll kill you for good. No respawning, you're much to far away for it to regenerate you..." Harbinger then reaches through a black portal that suddenly appears, pulling a long, obsidian black and curved blade. Whisps of black smoke hovered off of it, it hissed eerily. "This sword... Many have fallen by it, and you will be the next... A single cut can kill.. It is the essence of the void... The polar opposite to your Angel..." Ryker smiles. "Well then... Shall we begin.. I've got a wife and a kid to go back to." Harbinger laughs, spinning the sword in his hand. "I'm afraid the won't be seeing you." Ryker then draws Angel, the bright light brilliantly contrasting with that of the pitch black all consuming darkness of Harbingers blade. Then he draws his standard sword, the plasma edge racing up it.
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The trap was sprung. As Ryker stood there, safely away from the blast radius, the army dropped it's cloaking, revealing that the old, rusted tanks were actually quite operational and not so rusty. The mighty Baneblade tanks, three of them, unleashed their heavy payload all at once on the Harbinger's location. [spoiler]http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Baneblade In case you need to freshen up on the strength of a Baneblade.[/spoiler] The massive explosions that resulted from the impact made the whole ship shake. Heavy weapons team also rid themselves of their cloaking, allowing themselves to fire with their lascannons, autocannons and heavy bolters. Troops focused their fire on him with their hellguns, raining a constant stream of antipersonel laser ammunition on him. The Leman Russ tanks did the same, opening up with their heavy plasma turrets, vanquisher cannons, autocannons and punisher cannons.
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Harbinger staggers backward under the fire. Pieces of metal fly off from his body and he drops to a knee under it. He eventually holds a hand up, a shield providing enough protection for him to recover. "Ryker!" He roars. "A fair fight?!" He says as he slashed upwards, a massive sweeping cloak of darkness overtaking some soldiers. Their armor begins cracking and disintegrating along with their bodies. His shield held, barely.
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The soldiers dive out of the way before the sweeping darkness can reach them. The intense amount of fire pressed down unto him forced him to concentrate all of his attention on making his shield not crack under the immense payload he was recieving.
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He focused more. He slowly begins advancing towards the main problem, the tanks. It was if he was impervious, although it was making him flinch. His armor seemed to be repaired, as if no permanent damage had been done. Ryker begins running towards him.
