Varion

  Khorne’s Warning

  Let no wretched hands meddle in the three champions fight

  Penalty: death

  I looked at the warning incredulously as I watched the fight between Taurox, Druig, and a giant werewolf. Were there more werewolves? The only werewolves near here are… I fly above the battlefield. Pungent rotting smell immediately assaulted my nose. Then the chaos of the battle. The Sughterhorn minotaurs and even my children are afflicted with something. But the werewolves are turned into red with burning fangs and cws, fighting anyone near them. Again I am caught off guard. I looked around on who is meddling and what I can do.

  A bright fsh from behind. Ducked and nded just in time. Then I saw him. It is Magor, though he is in a worse state. One of his horns, wing and eye are missing. I shoot forward with the force of my hooves and wings. My hoof nded on his face with all the force. Yet he stood still as if not feeling any of it.

  Finally, Magic Duel Boogaloo. Let’s go!

  ~ Tzeentch

  The Winds of Magic gathers

  All spells channeled three times faster, triple the power, and triple the overcast power

  Physical damage against each other reduced to null

  Miscast always result in major miscast consequence and is nine times more powerful

  “The fuck!?”

  But Magor has finished channeling his spell. Gathered into his throat and unleashes Bray Scream spell. His howl louder than any thunderstorm and sonic boomed in front of his jaw. The giant trees of Drakwald sundered, uprooted, and were thrown away by the force like leaves in a hurricane. For Variel, her eyes ruptured by the pressure, she felt her flesh, her bones, her organs, her very existence vibrating, roaring in pain as she was thrown away. Blood gushes from all her orifices.

  “Regenerate.” She focused, healing her body and senses as soon as her crity returned. With the spell power tripled, her eyes and ears restored quickly. She saw winds of shadow magic gathered on Magor’s left hand as he chants before disappearing. Then he swings his hand. Variel jumps up in time with her hooves and wings. The trees that are not sundered are now cut cleanly in the middle. Falling slowly like giant pilrs that shook the earth as it reached the ground.

  So that's the Penumbral Pendulum spell in action. My body regenerates quickly with my mutation and my regeneration spell. My turn.

  “Fire, explosion, spread.” A fireball conjured on my hand, expanded then divided into multiple smaller fireballs. I throw them and like thermic beams it shoots down. Exploding as soon as it touches anything. Surrounding trees turn into ashes, rocks molten immediately and Drakwald starts burning.

  But Magor managed to cast a spell just in time. Death magic woven into a wide cloth around him. The fme grows cold near the cloth and dies as the air grows colder instead.

  “Spear, rotation, pierce.” A spear of pure magic thrown from Variel’s hand. Piercing through the death cloth and devastating everything directly behind it. The cloth disappears but Magor is gone.

  While within the death cloth, Magor has channeled enough magic. He casted shadowstep and shadow cloak to hide himself a distance away. Magor channeled the winds of magic again as he wheezed for breath. Casting spells over and over with just one lung is no easy task. The Golden Daemon has little to no experience of magic duels though his envy burns ever brighter on how freely and naturally she can cast spells unlike him or any other wizards.

  “Dispel.” Variel cast over the wide area. Revealing Magor from his hiding. Immediately her finger pointed at him.

  “Power, word, Ki-” But before Variel could cast, Magor cast the prepared spell twisted from Verena’s miracle. Bounding her in pce with divine chains of truth and forbidding her to chant more spells for as long as she is bound. Magor did not know what kind of spell the Golden Daemon almost cast but he instantly fears it and uses one of the three twisted divine spells immediately. But as the chains hold her in the middle of chant, the surrounding winds of magic grow chaotic, running amok without direction and unfinished instruction.

  My turn! Major Miscast roll let’s go!

  Tzeentch rolls the dice.

  Result is 99 (Atheryc Feedback)

  All creatures within 351 meters (your willpower times nine) suffers magic explosion with random intensity in their insides

  Tzeentch have meddled in the three champions duel

  Tzeentch have meddled in the three champions duel

  Khorne’s daemons are invading Tzeentch’s domain

  Ooops

  ~ Tzeentch while snickering

  For Variel this is the second time her insides explode in pain. Magor felt all his internal organs rupturing and his only lung flooded with his blood. The battle between the Golden herd and the Sughterhorn tribe now accompanied with heads or bodies exploding randomly on both sides. Adding more into the already chaotic battle.

  Variel struggled against the divine chains through her own willpower and divinity. Magor coughs blood and can’t breathe, then he pulls out his carving knife, plunging it into his chest so that the blood flows out and not drowning his lung. Loud thunderous crack sounds as Variel struggles against the divine chains. Magor could only channel and gather magic as he tries to stabilize his breath, unwilling to tempt more of Tzeentch’s meddling if he miscast.

  With a loud ringing sound does the divine chains of Verena break. Magor, having calmed his breath, began chanting again. Variel stretches her hands and wrestles the gathered magic as Magor chants. Like what Teclis has done back in her first battle.

  Enemy has no Divinity

  Enemy has weaker Willpower

  All gathered magic are wrestled and controlled from the enemy

  “Lightning, Divine, Chase.” With all the magic Magor painstakingly gathered she chants her spell. Lightning gathered between her two hands. Thousands of thunderous roars accompany every blinding, blinking flow of the lightning. Louder, then brighter, then ever louder, and ever brighter as Variel overcast the mighty spell with her own divinity. Determined to leave nothing behind Magor's wretched existence.

  True fear that rivals his fear of the Dark Gods appears in Magor’s heart. Knowing that not even his very soul will remain if the spell hit him. Variel shoots her spell, the lightning of annihition that will chase him to the very end of the world. Magor cast the second twisted divine spell with the little bit of magic he had left. Shallya’s miracle Martyrdom, to suffer in one’s stead twisted into a spell of Vengeance to strike back the enemy with equal hatred. A chaotic vortex stands in between Magor and his annihition. Inaudible is the sound that deafened and silenced the world as both divine spells made contact.

  The Vortex of Vengeance, unable to withstand the power, begins to crack and Magor looks up and begs for help. Only to find none of the Dark Gods he has served so zealously have their attention on him. The human Gods temples he have razed and desecrated, their priests and priestesses he has sughtered and debased amount to nothing as in his st moment his soul perceives the Dark Gods. Khorne was vilified by Tzeentch’s meddling, Tzeentch more interested in the spell the Golden Daemon had cast, Nurgle smiled as his attention was elsewhere, and Sanesh left, bored from the expected outcome.

  The Vortex breaks

  The lightning strikes

  Magor, the Dark Omen cease to exist

  Varion