The Betrayed

Prologue: Into the North

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"Written during a dialogue like this": Normal talking

*Written during a dialogue like this*: Thoughts

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Into the deep lands of Norsca, a group of three individuals was walking. Each one of them was a Chaos warrior, a mortal who gave their soul to the Chaos Gods in the promise of power and ascension for the most powerful of all the Chaos warriors. 

The first one was named Kirgus, a Khornate whose life was to serve and give Khorne blood and skulls. Under his brass and reddish armor was a beast, a feral animal waiting to be unleashed. Behind his helmet were two red eyes, in them an ever-growing flame of rage. A symbol of Khorne was incrusted on his helmet's forehead. His back armor was covered in fur, spikes and skulls of old enemies. He held onto two axes tightly, their blades had a reddish hue from all the blood they had collected.

The second one was named Volker, a warrior who served Tzeentch and used magical arts. His bluish armor was ornated with gold. His shoulders' plates were ornated with long spikes, his helmet with two horns on each side one being smaller than the other. He carried a staff on his back, pulsating with magic while holding his shield and sword.

His armor had a crystal blue eye in the middle of the belt, just like the handle of his sword. From time to time, they looked around before staying still again. His armored feet were covered by metallic talons while his knee pads had daemonic faces incrusted in them.

And last but not least, Ayldraorr, a powerful Chaos warrior who doesn't serve only one of the Four but all of them, unlike the other two warriors at his side. His armor was grey. He carried a two-handed large sword.

His helmet had two pairs of horns, the bottom one was the smallest horns, pointing at the sides while the one on top was the longer horns, curbing on the sides before going up, forming what looked like a daemonic crown. A black fur hugged his shoulders while spikes came from the left one. On his chest was a golden piece representing a daemon's head while his knee pads had metallic skulls forged into them.

They marched through a dense and snowy forest. Bloodthirsty animals stared at them while the three warriors kept a firm grip on their weapons, escorted by the sounds of growling. 

The group stopped as they looked around them, seeing predators surround them. Ayldraorr looked at Volker and nodded making the Tzeentchian put his sword back in its sheath and then take his staff.

It pulsated with magic as it channeled the Winds around. A small blue explosion came from the tip before it unleashed a bright blue and pink light. Once it made contact, it burned at the animals' fur, making them run away.

"Move on..." Said Ayldraorr.

After navigating through the dangerous wildlife, the group arrived at a wooden house. It seemed old though still in a good state, it was quite big as some ornated things here and there caught their attention.

"You're sure it's here?" Asked Kirgus.

Volker nodded. "Positive."

Ayldraorr moved his sword in his hands, placing the dull surface of the blade against his shoulder.

"Then... let us do our own invitation..."

The Khornate berserker moved in front of the door before he suddenly kicked it. The wooden door broke into pieces while being sent flying inside the house.