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Northern Naggaroth Lands
May 18 2023, 6AM

The sun was just rising in the east, but even as it did so its light did not touch the earth so much as turn the clouds above from a pitch black to a dark grey. The chaos horde's marched on regardless of the light. The four armies of a combined total of over 50,000 bots converged onto one location. The Altar of Ultimate Darkness.

With 8,000 bots The Worlds Destruction was the smallest army, but had over 1,500 ogres and trolls marching in its ranks to supplement its Khorne Marked Marauders. The Black Death stood at 13,000, it was a mixed force of class types but every one of its soldiers and players had the Mark of Nurgle and the entire army was obscured by a cloud of flies. The largest army was the most rag tag with absolutely no order to it was the Delights of Decadence, most were Slaanesh Marked though with a fair bit of Tzeencht and Khorne soldiers as well, they numbered around 21,000 bots and had lumbering monstrosity's to aid them. Finally there was the 3rd wave with 10,000 bots, they were evenly divided into 5 smaller armies called brigades and besides The Black Death showed the most discipline. All together there were only 3,000 chaos players present for this battle.

While each of the armies marching towards the altar was a chaos horde, there was a fifth army of Dark Elves. They were a mix of a few score players and the NPC defenders of the Altar. All together there was 5,000 of the sons and daughters of Naggaroth there to defend their lands. Some of the defending players were there as patriots who wanted to defend their new home land, others were mercenaries and still more saw this a great opportunity to grind their skills in the coming battle. The NPCs were there to defend and at the behest of Malakith, the king of the dark elves and would not step back lest they were to be sacrificed or forced into one of the slave galleys.

Kirito was a mercenary for this battle, he was here alone while his guild made their way and money back in the Empire lands making a living protecting caravans. He was here to grind his experience, make money and… and to distance himself from his employer. He liked his job back across the seas, in fact he liked Lizbeth and the Silver Seekers and their human allies. But he found himself liking Lizbeth 'to much' and he thought that she was thinking the same way about him. He couldn't get to close to her… he just couldn't or else he would lose sight that he needed to survive this game and nothing else.

On his journey back to Naggaroth he stopped in in the High Elf Lands of Loren. Things were peaceful there, though they had problems with bandits, but so did almost every other country. He also learned of their being talk between the more powerful guilds of the High Elves and the Dark Elves signing an article of alliance, though they were still in talks at the moment. He also heard that Asuna was now the captain of Hoeth Masters, one of the more powerful guilds, along with The Caledor Riders lead by a woman named Sakuya, and representatives of the High Elves. He didn't meet here but he silently wished her best of luck in her own realm.

Now he was here at the pay of The Northern Guard. A medium sized guild of players who viewed this, rocky, barren and inhospitable land, their own home. Their leaders were a Sorceress and a Blackguard ranked dark elf commander. The Blackguard was impossible to read, he was completely covered in black armor, even his head was enclosed in a helmet, only some green hair being seen. He just used the name Sig. The dark elf sorceress was a rather chubby girl and had opted to wear the scandalously light loin cloth and bra combination that showed much skin, her name was Kadi.

Kirito was stationed on the eastern portion of the narrowing pass to the Altar along with his 50 corsairs and 20 crossbowmen. 'Welp I hope this better be worth the 100 gold.' Kirito thought as he watched the chaos armies start to converge on the altar and then forming up battle lines against themselves.

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Krutz may have been the been the head the Third Wave, but the actual leg work of his organization was done by his sub commanders. He had been forced to assign the roles of treasurer, quartermaster, land manager and grand commander of the army to someone else. That someone else is someone who he had a mix of respect and hatred for. Gestalt or as he licked to be called Gerry.

' I really do hate that man.' Kurtz reflected as he readied his barded chaos steed.' But I can't do this battle without my Warchief.'

That was a title that Gerry had come up with, apparently he had fulfilled all the requirements of being a warchief from stealing his enemies horses to then slitting the throats of his enimies silently. All he really needed now, or so he said that he needed was approval from his tribal leaders when he got out of the game and he could take the real mantel of being a warchief. Till then he had settled with his horned marauder helmet being customized with a feather head dress, who's feathers came from the body of the sorcerer of tzeencht he had slew with his spear.

Currently Gerry was talking to the 4 other generals of the guild, including his Gerry's favorite Wynona. Krutz really could care less what happened between his people, so long as they did what he wanted and didn't interfere in his 'fun'. Oh yes he had fun in this game, the only problem being he missed casing pain in his victims, watching it in their eyes as their life slipped away. He still got that from the bots but not from the actual humans, for which he was ever disappointed. Though flaying was a good sport especially now he could keep his victims alive longer with health potions.

Gerry then finished and cantered up to Krutz on his mount, a fanged chaos steed." Krutz. Your choice, you want to be in the center of the line or go straight for the Altar on the right?" Gerry asked. Besides his helmet and heavy boots, the warchief had a shield for armor and nothing more. Upon his chest was the mark of khorne, glowing bright in his skin.

"Can we break through the center? Krutz asked. In comparison to Gerry's almost non-existent armor, Krutz armor was a prime example of a Chaos Chosen Armor. His Chaos Plate Armor was costumed made by a Dwarf from Zharr Naggrund. The plates were as black as night with gold emblazoning on the edges. The faces of leering, jovial, mad and anguished faces were at the joints of his elbow and knees, their noses ending in sharp spikes. His face mask upon his helmet was that of a flayed man crying out in agony. His shield was a shifting scene of torture and brutality, that if an enemy saw at the right moment could see their own destiny as one of those tortured.

" It's going to be a quagmire and I don't know if you'll be able to bust through the center. But that is where the blood will be spilt the most, but if you are looking to get that Mark…." Krutz wasn't listening to Gestalt. He was looking off at his benefactor, the cloaked figure was barely visible but at the same time Krutz still knew it was the seer… his guide to this point with over 700 guild mates. He sensed the eyes of the gods on his next battle.

" I will take the center with the Undvivided. You do whatever you have to, but I'm charging towards the Altar the first chance I get. If our friend is there then all the better. Dismissed Gestalt." Krutz then rode away to his Undivided and drew his deamon infused axe, flames licking the blade.

He viewed the battle field before him. Beyond the armies converging on the bottle neck, he could see the dark elves formed up to protect their land. He could see the black ness of their army with specks of gray, white or purplish skin of their witch elves and warlocks were visible. Up along the cliff sides were the reaper bolt throwers and here and there were a few hydra's being pulled along by beastmasters. Behind them a great rise of black onyx over looked the valley with a statue and boiling cauldron of blood overlooking all. That was the Altar, that was the destination and that was the objective of all these armies. He was called here by his sponsor and he would not avoid his sponsors call.

But before his destiny was claimed, before he stood upon the Altar and before he could cut his way through the elves. He had to face the hordes of chaos with his own men as chattel. He cared nothing about them, only that they get him to his destination.

Before him The Black Death was turning their attention to him and his men, while still screening to make sure they were not flanked by the Delights of Destruction. He couldn't see the individual bots or players from the flies, but at the same time he didn't need to understand that a lot of them were marauders from the blistered and puss ridden skin, sickly horses and bug like mutations.

Krutz then raised his axe on high and shouted, his booming with enhanced sound so his entire army could hear him ." Prepare yourselves Third Wave. Tonight we will meet our destiny! Tonight we take our first steps to freedom. Tonight, most of all, we will spill the blood of our enemies!" There was an enthusiastic shout from ten thousand throats in return. Then he pointed to The Black Death with his axe." Fire!" A battery of Hell Cannons fired, their shell's roaring with the scream of souls overhead.

/

Once upon a time Ferrell had a life. He had a good stable job, he had a wife and he had time to build an army of miniatures. He lost that all the day he put the nerve gear on. Since then he had lost his real name, his memories of his old life and most of his sanity. He was marauder now, one of hundreds in The Worlds Destruction. He fought when he had to, recruited when he needed to, clear headed when he hated to.

He was in the mob of marauders, a mix of his own and someone else's and they were moving towards a fight. He didn't really care what or who he was fighting, just so long as he stayed with his mobile orgy. He got the Weird Root and aphrodisiacs from the party organizers and that was one of the few bright spots in his life right now. He snorted some chopped up weird root and felt his mind loving the dopamine being released. He looked around and saw an orgy starting up and considered joining in, but at the same time he was supposed to be fighting at the moment so he instead looked around for them.

He saw their forces, well the files and started to move towards them. He would get more drugs for doing a good job killing. So he led his men towards them, the tide of flesh surrounding him moving along with him. That was how he first joined his guild. He was wondering aimlessly in a haze, saw the horde and just joined the Delights of Decadence. Those days, all those days that he has been fighting for them was a haze combined into one experience of blood and war.

It wasn't just marauders moving mindlessly, but also spawn, mutilators and slaughter brutes crashed and knocked down bots by their dozens. It was a horde, if not quite undead, if not quite full of monsters it could be confused with zombies. Even as the horde moved to the fight The Black Death it was dying from a myriad of ranged fire and spells.

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Kirito watched as the bolt throwers fired their long range load of single shots. But that was it, around two dozen 8 foot long bolts sailed out at the Delights of Decadence and The Worlds Destruction. Because of the size of their targets, both because of the thousands of bots and scores of huge monsters the bolts were able to pierce and kill most of the smaller bots when they hit while the monsters were unaffected. Only a around a hundred bots were killed, but there were tens of thousands of more marauders and other humans. At a bolt every 15 seconds and at half a mile… Kirito worked out the math and found that if it was just the long bolts then it would be 2,000 bots before they came into contact with the Dark Elves.

But the Dark Elves were not relying only on martial prowess alone. As the Chaos Armies met on the battlefield and started to slaughter each other, they did most of the killing themselves. He could see the bots and the few brave or insane front line commanders kill each other. Spells flew back and forth, some ate away the enemies, others forced them to danced, still others applied buffs and debuffs to the bots and players. Then there was the monsters themselves, who carved whole sections of armies.

He watched as the monsters were swarmed by companies of marauders or cohorts of Chaos Warriors. To the titanic struggle of the Sluaghterbrutes and Mutilartors fighting each other with claws and tentacles, nearby soldiers being driven away in terror or by the presence of the insane creatures. Then there were the smaller, but just as epic fights between champions and the monsters one to one battles which he couldn't help but respect. He noted the champions who were not swatted away or didn't die, marking the ones who defeated the beasts for those he had to kill or pass off to some other soldier.

But despite the bloodshed the armies sloughed on, as they neared the dark elves they came under a new onslaught of death. The reaper bolt throwers switched from single bolts to their multi-shot fusillade of smaller spears, these didn't lance into the enemy lines but at the same time each they stuck a human sized target it was a kill shot while with the larger monster they became like pin cushions. Yet still fire balls and bolts of darkness flew from sorceresses hands.

Kirito felt a buff spell hit him, he saw a translucent shield form around his body from the ward save and knew the same was happening to his bots. His Dark Shards started to fire automatically into the horde of nearing chaos warriors since they moved into range.' Note for later. Get some Human or Dwarf engineers to come with me the next time I go on vacation' If he had a cannon or one of their more wild machines then the kills his allied army would have would raise their kills by hundreds or thousands. Cannon balls could bounce fairly far after all. But then there was the problem that pretty much all the cannons and warmachines were slow and heavy, making them difficult to use for a mobile army.

He then drew his twin swords and prepared to meet The Worlds Destruction.

/

Krutz roared as he plowed through the file covered marauders. His body was covered in gore and puss from those who he had faced, over twenty marauders, eight chaos warriors and two players and he carved into the more elite, player based lines. He faced down the maggots and reared his horse, the beast blowing fire from its nostrils before it's razor sharp front hooves kicked a player to the ground.

"Face your doom!" He shouted with a furry before activating his axe's special ability, from the metal deamon head's on the back of the axe. From the deamons mouth fire vomited forth and doused the players in flames as he swept it back and forth amongst their ranks. They didn't pull back quickly, but at the same time they did so as their flesh was scorched. They seemed relatively unaffected, maybe at best 10% of their HP bars went down, but it was fear he was seeking, fear to break them.

Stepping forth was a gigantic player, his body was swollen and the flesh that strained against his rusty armor was pulsing with yellow pus. Upon his head was a fly helmet which, from the mouth piece, appeared to fit the disgusting head below. In his hands he held an great axe which was orange with rust and glowed a sickly green, dripping the same disgusting fluid as was on his flesh. When he spoke, he did so with seeming a thousand little voices made into one sound." Faaccceee Thheee Bbblllack Dddeeaaath."

Krutz saw the challenge, he head it and most of all he relished it." Accepted!" He then spurred his horse at the Chaos Champion and readied to slash at the son of Nurgle. Faster than the body could seem to move the champion brought his axe upwards in a diagonal slash and took the head off the Chaos Steed in one powerful blow. Krutz leapt out of the saddle and used his skills to roll onto his knee.

Around him the battle stopped as his men and The Black Death's slowed to watch the duel taking place. The Nurgle Champion twirled his gore covered axe in his hands and then raised it above his head and brought it down with the strength of half a dozen men onto Krutz. The Undivided Champion used his shield and braced against the attack. In that moment his shield was broken, crumpling from under the force of the great axe. But in the breaking of the shield he was saved since the great axe didn't continue on and kill him.

The breaking of the shield allowed Krutz to move and attack the Nurgle Champion. He brought his one handed axe down through the fleshy left thigh of the champion then pulled it out. But even though it sunk deep into the diseased flesh the warrior hardly noted it and instead twisted his body around to bring down another blow with a throaty laugh. Krutz attacked the great axe and swatted it away.

The Nurgle Champion recovered and then readied another blow, Lifting the axe up for a powerful horizontal swing. Krutz saw an opportunity, not to attack he was to fast and already in line to make his attack. Krutz fell onto his back as the champion brought his weapon down. Krutz spiked knee made contact with the gut of the champion, impaling him as he brought the swing down. Krutz then dodged the blow by moving his head to the right, the axe broke and sunk into the earth below, the black rock shattering.

"Yoouu caaan'tt stttttoop mmmeee thhhiiiissssss wwwwaaayyyy." The Nurgle champion chuckled, phlegm falling onto Krutz's helmet.

"No." Krutz then held onto champion's right arm with his left arm and then readied his axe." But this will!" He then swung his axe hard at the son of Nurgle's neck. The flaming axe sizzled the champion's fatty neck as the flesh was split and bone broke. As the champion was decapitated Krutz watched with glee as the many eyes of the follower of Nurgle expanded in fear. As the head fell off, from the mouth and now open throat a thousand screams died off as the player was killed.

Krutz then pushed the dead warrior off and then stood to face his enemies. He looked at them and just snorted carelessly as he felt a new gift being bestowed upon his body." You are too easy to kill, fucking noobs." He then went back to the bloody business of carving his way to the Altar.

/

Ferrell was a dead man. Oh he was alive, but with a poisoned fail head in his left lung he wouldn't be alive for much longer. Yet at the same time he fought on, his mind numb to the fact. Rather he felt ecstatic, like he had just gotten off.

In the back of his mind he knew it was from his god's Slaanesh's gifts and the weird root, but like a lot of things, he didn't care. Instead he was more of a machine and used his war pick to split open the skull of a marauder bot. He then pushed on, fearless of any consequences.

He and his fellow troops were then bathed in flames from their own lines. Sadly he felt his wounds being healed and HP returning, the pleasure lessening.' Warp Flame?' The thought crossed his clouded mind but he didn't pay attention to it any more than he had to before he automatically blocked a swing of a tentacle.

He looked at its owner, a spawn with sickly pale skin. The thing was bi-pedal and it's body was shifting and moving, its mouths and to many eyes opening and closing as tentacles withered about. If Ferrel still had a mind, he would of ran away or lost his sanity. Instead he readied to charge the thing.

He didn't have to because at that moment a Slughterbrute leapt at the spawn and with its huge steely arms lifted it up. The spawn wrapped its tentacles around the slaughterbrutes arms and hands, sharp claws dug through the skin. The gigantic monster didn't care, instead it started to rip apart and devourer the spawn. Yellow blood splashed and gushed around the slaughter brutes mouth, any bots or players below were covered in the gory substance.

Ferrel then watched as a Nurgle Sorcerer cast a spell, a tide of bloat flies shooting from his staff and into the mouth of the Sluaghterbrute. The beast bloated from the inside at the tide, even as the spell ended he could see the monsters skin crawl and the bugs eat their way out from their fleshy cocoon. The beast was injured and a unit of chaos warriors stepped forward to face it. The unit started to hack, slash and stab the beast, their attacks doing more damage than usual from the poisoning effects of the spells.

Ferrel didn't watch as a player finally slew the monster with a stab through the brainpan, he was facing more and more bots. He then faced a player, a lightly armored marauder at that. With incredible speed Ferrel attacked the marauder; it should have been a striking blow and damaged the players right shoulder. But instead flies flew into his eyes and blinded him for a few moments.

Then he felt it, the Nurgle player's sword stabbed into his side. He couldn't feel the pain, but he felt pleasure and the flakes of rust in his body. He felt the numbing sensation of his skin being broken and split, the blade through both lungs. His health was taken off to near zero and fell to his knees.

Then, when he saw the HP bar hit zero he saw the message 'you are dead' appear in front of his face. At that moment he screamed in pure pleasure at the final release of orgasmic pleasure. Ferrell was a dead man.

/

Kirito was not one to wait. That was why when The Worlds Destruction was just twenty yards away he and his Corsairs he didn't wait to be crushed by the oncoming ogres, he charged them. Kirito directed his soldiers towards the ogres, those things scared him and were the biggest threat to the comparatively frail dark elves.

The distance to the monstrous infantry was covered in just a few strides. Kirito didn't face the monsters on the earth, he would have been stomped on. He instead leapt and landed on one surprised ogres chest, his twin swords sinking in to the hilts through the heavy armor. The monster HP lost about a quarter of its bar.

The ogre then slammed a meaty fist at its chest to crush Kirito. The dark elf let go of one of his swords to dodge the blow. He then swung back and up to the ogre's shoulder, retracting his still equipped sword from the chest. With his free hand gripping the ogres armor and legs wrapped around its arm, Kirito stabbed forward and carved out the throat with a slash. Ogre's HP then started to quickly drop to zero as its life bleed out of it. The beast shuddered and failed in pain; Kirito held on for a moment then leapt for the chest and grabbed his sword, rolling to the ground.

His bots were not doing so well though, they crashed into the ogres or rather they were crushed by the ogres. They may of gotten in the first sword blows and fell four of the ogres . But the surviving ogres and even the ones who were killed fell and stomped onto the elves with ten of them killed outright from the powerful blows. Then came the attack's, the frenzied ogres brought down their duel hand weapons, which could have been considered great weapons by any other race. The elves managed to block the blows, mostly, when they didn't or if the attacks broke through the defense the corsairs were split open, another six elves were lost that way.

From the corner of his eye Kirito could see the status of his company in those still alive and their moral.' I need to kill more ogres.' He then looked at the oncoming tide and had an insane idea.

He ran at the tide of ogres and, after dodging a blow from a war scythe, he leapt at the chest of a second rank ogre. He didn't stab its chest, instead he leapt off its slab of flabby flesh and onto the back of the ogre in front of it. Kirito then balanced on the shoulders of the ogre and then unleashed a combo onto its head and neck. The ogre's head was lifted from its shoulders at the end of the combo.

Kirito leapt away from the dead monster and then onto the shoulders of another unleashing the combo again, then he repeated it again and again. Six more ogres fell from his blades as did another three from his elves. That didn't go unanswered for long.

As he was jumping from the shoulders of his sixth kill a throwing axe sailed through the air and made contact with the ogre, he was about to land on, right shoulder blade.' Alright I had my fun, time to scram.' More axes came from the khorne marked marauders as Kirito started to run. Not on the ground mind you, he would be that much more of an easy target. Instead he ran from each of the living ogre's shoulder's, while looking at his corsair's status.

Thirty of them were dead and the remaining were about to be over run. Up ahead more dark elves, two companies of 50 spear men, were moving to face the ogres. He then gave a verbal order." Company of Midnight, retreat!" The remaining Corsairs then broke and started to run from the enemy lines, directly away, towards the Altar.

He then jumped off the front most ogre's shoulder and started to move his legs as hit the rocky earth. He used his agility stat as he ran back ahead of the oncoming hundreds of ogres.' I've earn my keep. Now I need to keep my life.'

/

It was only when he started to kill the spear ears that Krutz realized he was in the Dark Elf lines. When he had split open a dark elf swordsmen chest he looked up and saw the Altar tower over him. He looked back down and saw the melee going on around him. He could see round him all five armies were fighting around him, they pushed, cast spells an killed each other. He then righted himself, facing towards the Altar and gave a verbal order." Rally to me!"

A ripple went out to his army, a green wave shot out from his location when he spoke, the members of his army seeing the order and those who could started to move towards him. He fought the elves, but keeping back to his lines as they gathered to him. He didn't want to put himself ahead of his forces and get cut off just yet.

But the enemy had other plans. A cadre of Witch Elves fought to him, their bodies moving in sensual and lightning fast movements. Then they were on him, stabbing and slashing at his joints. Their agility was faster than that of Krutz, so he didn't meet them with skill, instead with magic and brute force. He used his recharged magic axe's flaming breath to force them into a position of his choosing, to his left and right. The Witch Elves dodged the incoming fire, some of their skin or hair being singed. But with them being forced to his sides he had an opportunity to face them. He then punched one of the Witch's to the ground and then killed another of the wailing bitches with his axe. He then elbowed a Witch in the neck with his left arm, the spike tearing into her perfect pale skin. His men around him killed another six of them before the remaining backed off/

When he had enough people around him he went behind his lines and opened his menu and then sent orders to the Helcannon battery.

The chaos dwarfs, a mix of former dwarf players who defected to their dark cousins and NPC gunners, operated the Helcannons. They saw their new co-ordinates and then adjusted their aim, prodding and fighting against their cannons. The guns were more akin to monsters than machines. The Chaos Dwarfs then tossed a screaming slave into the furnace in the rear of the cannon to serve as ammunition. The gunners then fired their battery of six expensive, deadly warmachines in the pattern that their master wanted.

In front of Krutz the great balls of fire sent clumps of Dark Elves into the sky, their bodies burning and smoking as they flew. This created a path of destruction that allowed a single point to split the dark elves. Krutz waved his ax, pointing ahead of him." All charge!"

There was a great warcry as he charged into the broken lines, his army following along with him. His army attack the split and with a frenzy, opening it wider to allow more bots to pour in. His attack was not the only one to make gains.

The remaining thousand ogres and trolls of The Worlds Destruction met the ranks of the NPC Dark Elves. In truth they didn't meet as so much crush them, the first ranks of ogres were speared but momentum carried them forward and broke the spears and crushing some of the spear men. At the same time, with the spears broken, the following ogres ran over their fellows and started to stomp on the dark elves. They ran over the bots and then used their weapons with a deadly skill. The trolls were less skillful, yet they had their uses as with their vomit which reduced many an elf and enemy soldier to a melting pile of bones. The elves fought back, hundreds of the ogres were killed. Some by the skill of fighters, others by magic and still more by ranged fire. One troll in particular was pin cushioned by a hundred crossbow bolts before falling. But even as the monstrous regiments fell the virtually un touched army of khorne marked mad men made contact.

As one the elves started to break, under the tidal wave of humanity. A river of blood started to flow and congregate at the base of the Altar where half of the defenders were making their last stand. Atop the Altar Kadi sent down a gigantic ball of purple energy after casting it, killing dozens of bots and a few players who came into contact with it. The chaos sorcerors attempted to shoot bolts of lightning or fire balls at the woman but were dispelled.

Krutz pushed on to the stairs at the base of the Altar, two other lords fighting alongside him. One was from Delights of Destruction, his armor was translucent and his sabers emitting low moans of constant pleasure. The other was a fully armored follower of khorne, his plate naturally red and his halberd was red from gore.

The trio shared a look and then at the remaining dark elves. The Khrone Lord snorted and said." Last one to the top is a dead man!" And so they set off to the stairs.

/

Gerry watched the slaughter unfold, safely three hundred yards from behind the battle. From the hud he could see that all but one of his brigades had suffered at least 50% causality's. That was over 3,600 bots and a few dozen players lost. They were good men and women to, a lot he had over seen raids and battles with. The losses of bots were acceptable, over time they could be recruited and trained; the loss of a limited amount of players was not.

The only brigade not in combat yet was his 1,500 cavalry men, well upgraded marauders and players in plate or like him in light armor. They were not at the level to be investing into chaos knights, let alone juggernauts or Seekers of Slaanesh. The Helcannons were hard enough to obtain and maintain, what with dragging them across the dark lands to here. The other guilds were so lucky to have the other monsters, but then again they were larger or found exploits to obtain them.

The Worlds Destruction being a prime example of gold farmers and spending that money on ogre mercenaries or upgrading their level a certain way so they were able to unlock the chaos ogres and trolls. The monsters of the Delights of Decadence were a different matter; they were the result of sacrifices and quests, not to mention the many, many observances to Slaanesh they were committing.' Not that I don't mind the rite from time to time….' He added silently.

Unlike many of his constituents who charged in aimlessly he was more reserved in where he expended his energies. He learned that from his father, who showed him how to defeat many an opponent in the way's of business. When you ran a casino you had competition and you had to judge, time and manipulate your way to stay alive and crush the opposition. He had taught Gerry when to be ruthless and also to be compassionate. It was not an open way of doing warfare with other tribes, but at the same time it was as close as one could get. Unless you were willing to join the Army and face down some tribesmen from some far off sandy place.

He could play at being a warrior, at the pow wow his tribe put on he played that part as an acrobat and a lancer. He even thought he would be playing at the role of warrior when he put on the Nerve Gear. But since that first day, when he heard the words from Akihiko Kayaba about his role as a pawn, he knew he had a new destiny as a warrior. What he didn't know was where it would take him, what he would be forced to do and what he would find. The only good thing he found was a fellow rider, Wynona.

Gerry watched and then saw the moment had come. He watched that the bottleneck was now taking hold and that The Black Death and Delights of Decadence were over flowing behind the Third Wave. They were doing the same to The Worlds Destruction, but he didn't care about them. He then waited till he couldn't see the rear of The Third Wave's lines and then raised his spear up high." Prepare to charge!" He sent of the verbal order, several sorcerers using their buff magic to boost their stats and give them temporary ability's.

Gerry then spoke the words to his men and women, he forgot if they were from a song or poem, but it was at the same time knew that it was appropriate." It's not ours to question why, ours is to do or die!" He then spurred his horse and shouted." Charge!"

The world which Gerry inhabited shrunk and collapsed in on itself till it was a long tunnel with a pinprick being a single enemy player directing his bots. He was oblivious to the hundreds of horsemen around him; all that mattered was the target. He didn't know if it was an ability or if he did it naturally, all that matter was the tip of his spear and his target. As he galloped the target became more visible, he was a follower of Tzeencht judging from his blank featureless face. His armor was of rainbow colored scales and he carried a mace-staff combination.

The tzeencht player lowered his staff and sent a shower of metal shard's at the oncoming cavalry charge. Against his shield a piece stabbed through and pinned his arm against the wood, his flesh burning from the molten metal. He hardly noticed and instead couched his spear, putting it into a cradle under his right arm.

As he neared into the final distance of 30 yards, he urged his steed forward harder. He pressed his boots against his stirrups and bent his body forward, putting the speed and weight of the horse into the coming blow. Against his chest the mark of khorne glowed bright, from the edges it ran red with blood and he could feel rage flow throughout his body. He steadied his breathing as the world slowed and he put all that rage and strength into the spear. Nothing else mattered.

The Tzeencht sorcerer readied his mace, bringing it over his right shoulder. It was as if he expected to knock Gerry off his horse with a blow. Maybe if the horseman was armed with a hand weapon, then maybe he would have a chance. But Gerry was armed with a spear, its tip aimed at the heart of the Tzeencht warrior. Nothing else mattered.

Then it came, the moment of contact. For a brief moment the spear hit the players warding save, then it broke through and his armor which broke just as easily under the charge. The next fraction of a second was that of the spear stabbing though the player's chest and heart and killing him instantly. But the spear continued on and punched through the back of the armor and then stabbed through a bot before Gerry had to let go.

As soon as the charge ability came, it went away as soon as he let go of the spear. He then drew his hand axe, or as he and most players called it a tomahawk, and then faced his enemies. With his world open up he could see them in their multitudes and knew he would please his god and get him one more step closer to ultimate freedom.

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Krutz, the Khorne and Slaneesh lords made strange bed fellows. They fought to the base of the Altar's stairwell and instead of fighting each other, they continued to fight the elves. First it was individually facing Bleakswords, which once the followers of Chaos found the elves routine, were quickly dispatched by the players.

It was only when they faced the Blackguard that the trio started to work together. First the Khorne lord charged up head and stabbed his halberd forward past the head of a Blackguard. Seemingly he missed the target… that was till he pulled the halberd back as the Blackguard readied to stab the chaos lord. The blade of the halberd caught the elf on the back of his neck and the Chaos Lord pulled him down the Blackguard, right onto the swords of the Slaaneshi follower.

As the Khrone Lord faced a halberd armed Blackguard, Krutz dueled the great sword armed champion. This allowed a path for the Slaaneshi lord to run up the stairs and then start to duel a pair of Blackguards who were slowing up the trio. Krutz head butted the Blackguard he was facing and then buried his axe into his chest through the armor above his throat where it was weaken when he was stunned. The Khorne Lord on the other hand used a more elegant thrust with his halberd through the throat of his current enemy, into the back of his brain. Krutz and the Khorne Lord then charged up the stairs. With the two Blackguards arggo'ed by the Slaaneshi lord, the other two quickly dispatched the elves.

The trio continued their ascent till the last few dozen steps, when they stopped as one. Ahead of them was a cadre of witch elve's bots and the two Dark Elf commanders. The commanders were at the Altar, Kadi was in the beginning stages of casting a powerful spell. Sig was next to her, his Halberd at the ready. Each of the lords were capable enough to handle the Witch Elves on their own, but they had taken damage. Little nicks, cuts and broken fingers were what directly took damage from, reducing their health to around half strength. Their armors had also taken damage and would soon require matintence if they would remain servable. The player who faced the unhurt players would surely die or if not be the first the fall from his fellow chaos lords, then the last two would fight… that was if they were to do so with honor.

As it turned out honor was not a common quality amongst the players that was in great qualities. The Slaaneshi Lord attacked the Khorne Lord and Krutz with his twin sabers, looking to stab them in the back through their armor. The Lord didn't factor in that armor was there to act as protection and his sabers were for slashing and not for piercing thick full plate armor. The pair also moved as they heard the sabers wail and the blows skidded across their armor. The Korne Lord then followed up with a slash of his halberd at the Slaaneshi, who with a grace of a dance avoided the heavy blade.

Krutz on the other hand took this as his opportunity to travel to the Altar of Ultimate darkness. The Witch Elves on the stairs were the easiest foes he faced, they were currently at a high experience level given the amount of time that Kadi had to upgrade them. They should have been an elite unit, on par with mid-bosses. But they didn't have any real armor and with their master casting a powerful multi-verse spell they could not afford magical protection.

Krutz unleashed his deamon bound axe, the ability recharged over time and the blood of dozens feeding the blade. The flame thrower like weapon vomited forth its flames. There was nowhere for the witch elves to go and twenty of the coven were killed as their bodies were engulfed in flames. Krutz strode forward without a care, his heavy metal boots crushed the ashen remains underneath.

Behind him the Khorne Lord and Slaanishi fought. The Khronate follower using rage and strength behind his blows to fight aggressively, to break his enemies defense. The Slaanishi follower was quicker on his feet, able to get strikes in and also to dodge attacks, which surly would of broken through his defense.

As his fellow chaos lords dueled, Krutz advanced on Kadi. She was nearly finished with her spell, the Purple Sun of Xerxe's, which she had sent down into the hordes below. If the spell was cast the same fate as the others who had come into contact with it would have had been visited upon Krutz. Instead he just spoke three words." Finish her Siggurd."

The Blackguard then, without a moment's hesitation, brought his halberd down and opened cleaved Kadi open from right shoulder to left lung. Her face had a look of surprise as she met her death. She didn't scream but rather expended her last bloody breath before falling back onto the altar. The Altar pulsed with the blood of the sorceress onto it's black onyx stone work. " Well done Siggurd. You've earned your place as one of my circle because of this.

Sig, or rather Siggurd opened his menu." A pleasure. I couldn't go far with Delf's anyway. " He then snorted." I will admit that as much as Kadi was fun in the sack, but she was one crazy bitch with idea's that we could actually win here." He then pressed the defection button and with that he was now part of the Chaos Warriors and with a few more button presses was part of the Third Wave.

A few steps below the duel was coming to an end. The Slaanishi lord raised up his sabers, crossing them in a defensive stance. The Slaanishi lord knew that something was wrong when he didn't feel the full force of the blow. Then the Khorne lord struck, he gripped the fellow chaos lord's neck with his left hand. Before the slaanishi lord could bring his swords down to slice off the offending arm, the Khorne lord slammed the Slaanesh follower into the stairs hard enough to stun him. The Khorne lord then started to strangle the player as he retracted the halberd, then stabbed into an armored joint. The translucent armor showing the penetration and the blood filling the armor. The Slaaneshi lord gasped in pleasure and then with a final crunch around his throat, stopped resisting as his neck snapped. The Khorne Lord then took the Slaanesh followers head as a trophy, tearing it from the head.

The Khorne Lord then raised both arms up into the air, the head along with part of the spin lifting up as well, then the remaing lord screamed." Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" If the game had a sound track for that moment, it would of played something metal at that moment.

Instead a cloaked figure appeared between the two chaos lords, unseen by Siggurd. He stood on the stairs and didn't look at either of them. Instead he spoke in his raspy voice." You have done well Krutz and Xarsson. The gods have watched and enjoyed the battle." He smiled under his cloak." You both have earned your rewards. You have both earned The Blessings of The Gods and may-" There was seemingly a glitch as the figure blinked with pixies around him. For a brief moment his face was full of rage, then sadness and then it returned to normal." You have completed the first part of the Path of Glory quest."

The pair were then struck with their gifts. The Khorne lord's back exploding with blood drenched wings, at which he could feel the discomfort of them breaking the skin and tearing through his armor. Krutz's helmet on the other hand blasted from his forehead, a pair of long twisted horns emerging from the helmet. They both cried out at the unnatural feeling's.

When it was over their companion was gone. They instead shared a look with each other, the battle winding down below. Xarsson the Khorne Lord spoke." That was good enough slaughter for today… I plan on enjoying my gifts and I am sure you want to as well. That's why I will let you live today, not to mention our Bar's are where they should be right now." He then sprend his untested wings… and then jumped from the stairs. He then flew away to his lines.

Siggurd then asked." Should we kill him?"

Krutz then laughed, what could be seen of his face covered in his blood." No. I want to enjoy my game as long as I can, and enemies make them so much more fun." And so he planned for the day where he would face Xarsson.

Today though, today belonged to the Undivided and The Worlds Destruction.