(General POV)
Location the Warhammer Old World-Kislev, Open Snow covered Area: Battlefield; Kislev/Daughters of the Hag vs. Forces of Chaos/Dark Legion
In the cold Motherland of Kislve, the two forces of Chaos and wildmen of Kislev were engaged in battle, meanwhile the leaders of these armies were in the middle of duel...
Ulrika once again was challenging the Chosen of the Gods, having been fortunate enough to save Mother Ostankya, from being impaled by a tzeentchian greatsword.
The vampiress was currently relentlessly attacking Ixion/Tzeentch, with her sword while the Changer was making the avatar block all of her attacks, with either sword or halbert.
Tzeentch/Ixion reflected a thrust attack from the vampiress, causing her stumble a bit but Ulrika managed to rolled out of a counterattack from Ixion with halbert, as Tzeentch/Ixion's halbert was stuck into the snow from the missed downward slash, he sensed Ulrika coming to attack his avatar again.
She rushed in to slash at the back of the neck of the Chosen of the Gods, only for him to do some tzeentchian sorcery on her, cause she was suspended in the air and unable to move, the Changer had her in his telekinetic hold.
Normally he'll just kill her, but Tzeentch was being insulted and humiliated during this duel between them, and he decided to make her suffer a bit more.
This made the Blood God groan in annoyance, only for his brothers to tell him that as much as they wanted Tzeentch to be a little...a lot less, temperamental...they have to honor that this and the entire conquest of Kislev, is his to do in anyway or form that he desires.
As the older Warp Gods, watched as the Changer of Ways, focused his psychic power onto the mind of the mortal vampiress.
Ulrika felt as her mind was being torn apart by the tzeentchian lord's strange sorcery, Tzeentch spoke to the teeth gnashing vampiress, "Impressive will. But let's see you, willstand this?" channeling his new exclusive magic, the daemonic magic of the Star element that he took exclusive dominion over, from the Makai world.
Pulses of pinkish-purple, light purple, and tzeentchian blue was emanating from Ixion's armor, immediately Laharl noticed what Tzeentch was conjuring, making him groan in annoyed frustration, talking to himself out loud "Ahgh...Tzeentch. I thought I've told him, not to use outwardly magic, that was compatible in this world. Damn it, he basically granting the Old World with a new magic lore, and a brand new kind of sorceror to make our lives more difficult..." but knowing Tzeentch's mischievous nature, and borderline compulsion to change the nature of everything, he knew that the Sorceror God would eventually ignore and go against his words, if not bound by his (Oath) divinity.
The Blood and Plague Gods, they'd nodded knowing that something like their brother has mentioned would indeed happen.
Ulrika she felt a whole new foreign, wicked magic that she'd never experienced before, all the while the sound of scribbling was heard in the cold, Kislev wind.
The Blue Scribes have once again come, hiding with magic, as they were drawn in this new magical power, and unlike many times before this magic they could actually scribe, both understand and record it, much to OW-Tzeentch's joy, a brand new source of magic and while foreign it also seem familiar, new fragments holding untold knowledge and power was not only forming in the mind of OW-Tzeentch but also across the Old World.
In truth the Changer, (Warp Tzeentch) had planned this, a major change across this world, to bring about numerous shifts in the strands of fate of the world, of course he made sure that any fragments that were created only granted his weaker counterpart with knowledge but not more power, he'll have to learn, practice, and experiment with Star Magic on his own, like any mortal that shows talent for his magic.
Returning his focus on his struggling victim, Tzeentch continued channeling star magic, but he knew that a weak (Star) spell could utterly vaporize her, so he started to shape and create a new spell in this...Lore of Star or Astros, against this little vampire.
The pulse of star magic, was growing in intensity and glow with every passing moment, condensing it into a single point a ball of pinkish-purple, light purple, and blue tinted ball of star magic was floating in front of Ixion/Tzeentch, this is the (Starflash) spell.
Tzeentch made the (Starflash) lauch directly to the suspended Ulrika, upon contact the daemonic magic element of star, started to both burn and electrocute her, as a bright flash of blue tinted, pinkish-purple light shun through.
Releasing his psychic hold over Ulrika's body, sending her flying while her whole body ached and sparked with pinkish-purple sparks of magic, and she crashed onto the snowy ground.
This made Tzeentch/Ixion laugh, as he calmly walked over the agonizing unliving girl, he just created a more close proximity offensive spell, deciding that he had enough fun tormenting the weak woman, it was time to end her, only for a hound-skull magic creature to appear behind him, roaring as it smashed it massive claw to his side.
Sending Ixion flying and smashing/landing far away from Ulrika, groaning in anger, as the Architect commanded the avatar to stand again, and see standing roaring at him was a Incarnate of Beast.
Near it was Mother Ostankya, so Tzeentch deduced that, that damned hag witch must have conjured the incarnate, and attacked him while he was distracted with Ulrika, then he heard his brother the Blood God, berate him, "PATHETIC!!! Brother, you who was barely born, stood brave and proud against me, Nurgle, and Laharl, alone regardless of your strength!! Is having difficulty with two weak mortal women!!? FIGHT, STAND AND FIGHT!!!" as much as he wanted to argue with his brother.
Khorne was entirely right, calming and centering himself, Tzeentch made Ixion spin his halbert and got back into a combat stance, and mentally told his brother, Khorne, "Don't freight, brother. These women aren't a challenge. I'll even give you the vampire's skull for your horde, since it'll be your first undead skull to the pile." this made the Blood God, laugh a bit in amusement.
And so the Changer instructed Ixion to charge straight at his three opponents.
Ostankya seeing her enemy charge at them, and started her counterattack by sending out the Incarnate to act as the frontliner, while she prepare to assault the wicket, tzeentchian sorceror with her magic.
All the while covering for the now suffering Ulrika, that she could barely make her body obey her commands, if not for her vampiric physiology and durability she'd be dead from that spell that Ixion hit her with, but regardless she must stand up and fight, despite the enemy's magical power and capabilities, she has noticed that this Ixion, didn't possess as kin of martial skills, as the other Ixions that wrough havoc to the north.
The incarnate thrashed and rush over to the target that the Hag Mother, instructed it to attack the azure armored being, counter-charging at it.
The beast magic made incarnate, roared at its prey and swung both massive interlocked claws, down at Ixion/Tzeentch, only to miss and only hit and shift snow.
With a simple backstep, Tzeentch evaded the incarnate's attack with ease, and using all the strength that the avatar can muster in his state, with the added momentum of a full-forward spin, Tzeentch made Ixion swing down his [Balewing Halbert] directly at the right wrist of the Incarnate.
Chopping deeply into the magical construct, (I mean Incarnates are basically magical constructs/embodiments of the magic lore that they'd represent, so I can call them that.) causing raw beast magic, to flow out the wound, roaring out in pain as the Incarnate pulled back it arms, splattering and gushing "blood" everywhere as the thrashing it did made the nearly chopped hand, be completely severed.
Sensing the fluxing magic of the Beast Lore, Tzeentch made Ixion do something completely mad.
Commanding Ixion to stretch out both of his upper-arms, and focusing on his psyker abilities, the Changer forced the magical incarnation of Beast Magic, face first onto the snowy ground, the impact causing the magical construct to groan out in pain, and try to fight against the Architect's psychic might.
It's futile struggle was a bit amusing for some of the Warp Gods, but Tzeentch's true goal was about to be truly impressive to witness, approaching the psychically pinned down incarnate, using telekinesis to forcibly stretched out it's bleeding, handless arm out towards him.
If Ixion could show the wicket expression that most certainly Tzeentch was making, all would be greatly disturbed, with a brutal and gorery action, he made the avatar tear into the wound by thrusting Ixion's lower-right arm directly into it, causing undescribable pain to the Incarnate, but what came next caused more unimaginable pain and actual fear to a magical incarnation of such wild, and Tzeentch/Ixion began to drain the wild, raw magical energies of Beast Magic for them.
Laharl, Nurgle, and Khorne, were truly shocked and impressed by Tzeentch's scheme, they've only drained the magic, experience, and souls of mortal creatures, never have they'd thought of doing this to something coursing with a certain magic lore.
To Tzeentch joyful surprise, draining a incarnate was much faster and smoother than doing to a soul baring mortal, all the power, primal fury, instinctual knowledge, and spellcrafting of the Lore of Beast was flowing into all the Warp Gods...much to Khorne utter disdain, but at least he knows how to combat it and gain resistance from it as well...
As the Incarnate was fading away, from being absorbed and drained by the Chosen of the Gods, Mother Ostankya, watched in utter horror and shock, no being be it Chaos aligned or not has been able to do such a sacrilege over the fundamentals of the Winds of Magic!!
She has stop thus atrocious act, channeling some power from the Winds of Magic, chanting witchcraft to bend her spell at her desired form, using the Hag Lore to cast the (Curse of the Ancient Witch), which summons a hooded figure by a Hag whispers words of terror, both mortal and immortal, to those who should never, ever have gone wandering in the woods, this hooded spectral figure started to emerge and float behind Ostankya.
This spell/hex from the Hag Lore, was meant to a intense mental attack, crippling the skills and thus making them easy targets for the hag's minions to pick off the cowarding victims of this hex, but in Mother Ostankya's plan is to weaken Ixion and stop him from doing this...this abominable act against magic.
The hooded spectral figure faded, and reappeared beside Ixion Daemonhart, the figure she started whispering horrific things to Ixion/Tzeentch, but those words were meaningless to both the Chaos God of Lies, and his brother, the Chaos God of Insanity.
All these whispers, were simple amusements to both of them, and minor nuisances to their other brothers, as the Sorceror God had Ixion continue draining the incarnate, and the Beast Magic that it was composed of.
Already the entire lower half of the Incarnate, has faded away, signaling that half of it was already absorbed by the avatar, and in turn drained by the Warp Gods, and the (Curse of the Ancient Witch) was unaffective against the avatar, while the Warp Gods laughed at the pathetic attempt to curse them, so after a few more whispers were only getting annoying so Tzeentch sent out a pulse of his (Magic) divinity, to cause a disruption and shatter the (Curse of the Ancient Witch) spell, and in a shriek the hooded spectral figure, faded away from Ixion/Warp Gods' presence.
Mother Ostankya, again was shocked that her (Curse of the Ancient Witch) was destroyed without a single motion or incantations being spoken, so instead she must attack her enemy with more physical affecting spells, over mental targeted one.
Growling lowly, Ostankya, she has never faced such a sorceror that is capable of doing this, it was akin to someone toying around with the Winds of Magic, without any complications or recuse against them.
It honestly frightened her, but for the Motherland and the wilds of the Old World, she'll stand against this sacrileger against nature, just as the Hag Mother was about to prepare to attack Ixion again, she heard snow crunching behind her, turning her head, she saw Ulrika once again on her feet.
Covered in snow and some lesser burns on her coat and pale body, she was still able to stand and clearly fight, now standing side by side the two were ready to face the despicable Chosen of the Gods again.
Tzeentch/Ixion has absorbed around 80% of the Incarnate, only it skulled head and the arm that the avatar is piercing the magical construct, that's when he sensed his two opponents' negative emotions aimed at him, from animosity and killer intent, and he mentally commented, "Despite all the sights they witness, they still wish to fight against fate himself? Hilarious and futile. Hehheheheheh." after a couple of moments, the Incarnate was fully absorbed by him, and now the Warp Gods have gained the Magic Lore of Beasts is theirs.
Picking up Ixion's weapons, the Changer made the avatar turn slightly to the right looking at both Ostankya and Ulrika, approuching him...Laharl fought the erge to make Tzeentch say, "Ohh, soo you dare approach me?" shaking his head with a smile on his face, he'll definitely find a way to turn Dio to Chaos, but he returned his attention to the battle...
Tzeentch/Ixion, spun both Ixion's halbert and greatsword, while walking towards his two victims, Ulrika was the first to move, charging through the snow at great speed with her sword at her side, seeing this Tzeentch made the avatar channel the Winds of Magic, specifically the Lore of Fire to cast (Burning Stream) spell.
From the corrupted ursunite scepter, a stream of great amounts of magical fire, this stream of fire headed straight at Ulrika and she dodge by rolling onto the side, as the huge stream of flames continued forward heading straight at Ostankya instead.
The Hag Mother, saw the huge stream of magical fire heading for her so to protect herself, Mother Ostankya, she used her magic to sprout her spectral spider-legs again and making them fold over herself, acting a makeshift barrier.
As Tzeentch/Ixion's (Burning Stream) spell struck against Ostankya's spider-legs, a great burst of fire and flame, splitted several strands, as the fires consumed Mother Ostankya's form, her magic barely protecting her from being burn to death, but she can still feel the intense heat, and all the snow around her.
Tzeentch continued to feed magical power into his spell, but he didn't get distracted as Ulrika was still rushing towards him, he saw her leap towards him, once she was in range.
Aiming to deliver a devastating slash to one of the arms of the Chosen of the Gods, only for the Sorceror God to stop his spell, completely cutting off the channeling of fire magic, in order to deflect her sword with the halbert, pushing her back once again they continue their duel...
All the while the two armies were tearing each other apart, the more savage members of the Motherland, against the united forces of Chaos under the Dark Legion's banner.
Suddenly from the woods the sound of war-horns were sounded, as the backline of the Daughters of the Hag, stood ready for whatever was coming, then rushing out the darkness were a herd of savage, and Chaos worshipping beastmen aligned to the Blood God!
A Doombull, in red brass armor and adorn in many skulls of men, the mark of Khorne on direct display on the front of the chestplate, wielding a pair of battleaxes, roaring and blowing hot steam out his nostril, following him were many other beastmen, from bloodbulls to minotaurs warriors, several khorngor from bestigors to centigors and lastly a four-armed giant beastmen, a Ghorgon.
With the majority if not the whole of the akshina here and not in the surrounding woods across the Motherland, a beastmen herd must pushed into the lands of Kislev, and under the promise of bloodshed, and battle they've come to most likely serve a Chaos Champion, such as Ixion Daemonhart.
The khornate beastmen, struck with relentless and brutal fury, the Doombull's axes cleaving and chopping a bloody path of carnage and blood, as these unexpected reinforcements for the Dark Legion, threw the forces of the Daughters of the Hag is utter disarray.
But the ones that welcome such bloody berserkers into the fray were the daemons of the Blood God, along with the Blades and the Blood Witch, Skarlet, herself.
As tore out her dagger from the neck of a akshina woman, soaking herself in her warm blood, that as quickly as it was on her skin it was consumed, absorb into her being, using her free left hand to brush blood onto her hair, looking forward to see the other akshina backing away slowly from her and her warriors, she strutted through the snow letting blood to drip down her face, and empty hand, walking towards these Kislevite "warriors".
Skarlet has yet to find a worthy opponent, but at least she was able to offer a abundance of offering to her dark master, from skull to gallons of blood, but it wasn't enough as she spoke her thoughts out loud, "More the Lord of Skulls and War, demands more...bleed and die for the Blood God." Skarlet spread out her arm, commanding and bending all the blood from the bodies, making multiple strands of blood to rise and transform into razor-sharp needles of blood, floating around her and the mortal and immortal servents of Khorne.
Looking at the cowarding men and women before her, she said in a cold, sensual voice, "At least die with some meager glimpse of courage. Blood for the Blood God..." Skarlet swung down her arms, and as the blood-needles soar forward, and she complete her praise to Khorne, "Skulls for the Skull Throne!!!!" and immediately the Blades and Blood Daemons rush forwards to slaughter more alongside their bloody mistress!!
This and more was happening all throughout this battleground, as the Daughters of the Hag were losing ground and morale, as they struggle against the forces of the Dark Legion, not only that the duel between Ixion Daemonhart, against Ulrika and Mother Ostankya was also closing in to its conclusion as well...