Vashio looked up, "Naggarond itself." Slowly he removed his helmet to reveal long, black, lushious hair, and a handsome face. He tilted his head towards Malifact as he drank some of the wine. "And a Question for Malifact." Malifact looked at Vashio. "When do we begin?"

Malifact's eyes blazed azure and his armour shook with silent laughter. "Now, Vashio. Those Elven ears of yours don't do you credit. Perhaps your mind was occupied with what may come, for you would have heard me the first time if it wasn't. We shall begin when the others arrive. Or do you perhaps have better things to do?" Malifact said, letting amusement come into his vioce. Amusement or not, everyone in that room knew the question was rhetorical and no one answered it. As Malifact was sitting, the smoky aura surrounding him began to spread out around him, the tendrils of black energy coiling through the air. Eventually Malifact, and the area behind him, was concealed with his prescence. All that was visible were his glowing eyes and his large outline, topped by the stretching wings. "So tell me" Malifact said once again. "Who are you? Tell me of your past, and what you desire for the future. Tell me everything." The bonhomie was beginning to fade from Malifact's voice. He sensed a slight resistance in the minds of these warriors. He was sure that they didn't fully understand what they were getting themselves into. Perhaps if they did know, they would be slightly more on edge. He was keen to show them what true power really meant.

"As I said My Lord I am Ragnarok, called Sverdndottr by those whom I up until recently led. I was once a part of a warband led by my captor and distinguished myself in battle earning both his favour and that of my patron God. I bided my time and eventually after many years planning and waiting I saw my chance and slew my captor and took his sword for my own. In my moment of triumph my God spoke in my ear and told me to find an ancient temple. For many a year I searched and eventually I came upon a temple in the depths of the mysterious island of Albion and it was there that I fulfilled my promise to my God. I sacrificed those that still followed me to Tzeentch and was rewarded with this suit of armour and with the axe on my back. After I left the temple I returned to my homeland and heard rumours of this gathering Raven Host and also stories of the Invicto Incarnate. I decided after seeing them in a dream that if I was to fight with anyone against this puny Empire, attack the Dwarven Strongholds or raid the island of Ulthuan then I would do it at the side of these esteemed warriors and as such I travelled north until I came upon this citadel and was brought into this room." Ragnarok took a sip of Dwarven Ale and continued with his story. "Now as to the future I desire to fight alongside the warriors of the Invicto should I be judged worthy and I desire to crush these Elves, Dwarves and Men in the name of Chaos!" Ragnarok finished his ale and fell silent, covertly observing those who were near and making judgements he had now doubt that Malifact was the most powerful being he had met in his life but this Druchii sorceress was a completely unknown quantity. He sat back and waited for the rest to arrive.

Of boredom, Crysania mad a little black bolt appear, whirling quickly between her fingertips. "As you already may know, newcommerners, i am Crysania. Leader of Invicto Incarnate in the druchii areas. I am a sorceress, chosen of Khaine the Bloody-Handed himself. My job is to make sure that the arcane arts will be taught to those who need it and im combat it will be your job to defend me while i while slay our foes. If, Malifact, you judge him worthy, i think that i will take Vashio in a closer look. I could use an... assistant. If you ask for my oppinion, i'd say that while we wait, we could put a duel between them here in the Council Room?" She said with a smile.

- forumer.com/viewtopic.php?p=1121#1121>Profile As Khain floated, outwardly calm, across the winds, his innermost thoughts were whirling. Who were these people, this Invicto Incarnate, and why had his god called him to them? These same two questions flashed through his mind's eye time and time again, faster and faster until he felt his mind would explode with the pressure. He looked up, seeing the fortress looming high above. His mind cleared, and he dropped onto the ground outside the doors. The door opened as he reached for the knocker, and seeing nobody in the corridor he simply continued inside. Each door he came to either didn't budge or opened as he approached, and it took several hours before he finally found a door with sound behind it. Khain enters the hall to the sound of "...we could put a duel between them here in the Council Room?"

As another person enter the room Crysania rise up. "Aaah, another follower of Khaine. And i can see of the arcane arts too. Welcome, Sorcerer.. I am Lady Crysania sorceress and champion of Invicto Incarnate. Please be seated" she said, followed by a chair and a glass of wine appearing. "The finest bloodwine in the whole world. And ofcourse its from Naggaroth. You come right in time for seeing two un-enligthend people fight each other"

"Ah, thank you, my lady, although I believe you may have me wrong about being a sorceror." Khain said, bowing, and then seating himself. His eyes met with Vashio's for just a moment, before he looked away. Turning his gaze to the enormous winged champion at the head of the room, his voice carried.. "And you would be the one they call Malifact?" Malifact nodded. His curiosity satisfied, and his suspicions laid aside, Khain sat back for a moment and sipped his wine. "So..." he murmured, in a voice barely audible. "This is Invicto." He leant back on his chair, the front legs leaving the floor momentarily, and sighed to himself. Hopefully now, the voices of his gods would let him rest. It would be good to sleep soundly once again.

"Well you dress like a Sorcerrer so if not sorce... Wait. Then you... Must be a... Chosen of Khaine? Im sorry, my apoligies, servant of the only god."

Vashio glanced for a few seconds ata Khaine, he could see that he was going to be a good ally yet a tough opponent. "A Duel?" He said aloud, "Suits me fine." He looked around the room slowly, Malifact was staring at each recruit in turn, scanning them- surveying them. He stroked his Halberd which rested against the door. He met the eyes of Malifact, and he nodded. Standing up, Vashio tilted his head to all and retrieved the long, spear like weapon, and firmly planted the spiked end against the ground, signalling his readiness to begin.

Looking around briefly Ragnarok quickly decided to use his axe in this duel and focus little on magic as his opponent was a Druchii. He readied his axe and stood in an easy fighter's stance, waiting for Malifact's word to unleash hell on Vashio.

Malifact looked at the two warriors standing off against each other. It sent a ripple of amusement through Malifact's spine. His eyes flash azure as a result. He could hear their hearts thudding away in their chests. If he let his eyes go out of focus, he could see the blood racing through their veins with his blessed sight. The emotion they were giving off seemed to Malifact like a corpse rotting on a hot day. It's stench was very potent to Malifact's nostrils. Though he gave no sign of it, or any sign of anything really, Malifact was sure these two were promising. His ears heard their muscles as they flexed. It sounded like a bowstring being pulled back. The grind of their fingerbones as they tightened their grip on the weapons they held sounded like an old door. Yes, nothing was hidden to Malifact. With this upsurge of adrenaline and emotion, their thoughts were his to browse at his leisure. But Malifact did not delve. They would certainly feel his prescence within their minds and that would take away from the spectacle that was soon to happen. "...Go" He whispered.

Vashio looked at the massive Axe wielding tank before him. Upon Malifacts words, it thudded forwards, Vashio dived out of the Axes way, as it embedded firmly into the ground, rattling the table. Vashios mind turned, this was one strong Chaos guy. The Chosen rose slowly, it's neck craning and clicking to see Vashio. With a roar it's Axe came down again, this time Vashio darted forwards, brushing past Ragnarok. "Try harder." He teased, getting a good few paces away and lowering his Halberd.

Vashio's taunts enraged Ragnarok just as he had intended. With a snarl Ragnarok turned quickly and charged in again with a madness in his ice blue eyes. As he swung at Vashio, the Druchii dodged just out of reach and struck a glancing blow on Ragnarok's shoulder. Just as Ragnarok went past he jabbed backwards with the haft of his axe and hit Vashio in the ribs and sent him backwards with a slightly startled cry. A smile played on Ragnarok's face beneath his helmet; "Hard enough for you?"

Vashio straightened up. "Oh, so you weren't toying, eh?" He slowly grinned beneath his helmet, and darted towards Ragnarok. Narrowly evading the massive arc the Axe swung in, which sliced through air, Vashio thrusted his halberd at Ragnarok. Pitifully, the Chosen tried to avoid it, and it bit through it's armour and into it's fleshy arm. Vashio laughed, but suddenly was lifted off his feet and propelled back by the furious Chosen Warrior, his Halberd sliding out of range. He smashed into some candle sticks, but was soon back on his feet, his sword drawn. The Warrior, blood slowly dripping onto the floor, cursed loudly and locked onto Vashio, who was ready to evade and strike.

Steadily he set himself into a fighter's stance and readied himself for his opponent's next move or for his own should he see an opening. Seeing no attack forthcoming Ragnarok attacked quickly and with as much strength behind it as he could muster. Vashio dodged again but failed in his riposte due to Ragnarok quickly moving his axe haft around and blocking the strike. The two fighters broke apart and came together again Vashio landing more hits but most failing to so much as dent Ragnarok's armour whereas Ragnarok hit Vashio little but when he did the Druchii still managed to make them glance off. As they broke apart again Ragnarok struck a quick but weak attack that hit Vashio just above the knee and bit into the armour and flesh beneath it but as he tried to pull away Vashio used his sword and cut straight into the cut in Ragnarok's arm driving the sword in deeper and drawing more blood. Ragnarok pushed against his opponent and managed to get out of range of his opponent to survey the fight from a distance. He quickly noticed that Vashio had a slight limp from the wound he had just received but was otherwise unharmed apart from a slight dent by his ribs whereas he himself had taken two deep cuts to the same arm and couldn't use it as well as he had previously, whatever happened next he knew the duel would be over soon.