Crackmorrow Freed!

They had arrived, the daemons he had summoned all those months ago had finally made it to the Isle of Shadow and Death. They were filled with anger and hate, deception and rotten feelings. Good thought Crackedmorrow, that energy would be needed for what was to come. The curse had fully taken hold of the champions, they were little more than a mist in the shape of their former selves.

The Daemon Prince Zumrul Boneborn was the first to act, his axe flaring with a red light. With incredible speed he rushed towards Crackedmorrow only to miss at the last second and fall into the chasm below. As the Daemon Prince fell he began to dissipate, his energies absorbed by some hidden device floating in the void. A red glow revealed a large shifting ring that began spinning at incredible speeds.

Next came the Herald of Slaanesh, more lithe than the Khornate Daemon, she cavorted over the Lord of Shades but was unable to pierce the Armour of the Pact. A smack from his staff sent the little daemon tumbling towards the ring. As it took in her energy its color changed from red, to purple.

Only the Verminlord and Gaunt Summoner remained, they looked towards each other and attacked together. The Verminlord’s plaguereaping blades sparked against Crackedmorrow’s armor leaving blinding aftershades, while blasts of flame from the Gaunt singed shadowy feathers. Crackedmorrow responded in kind, with his own magic, sending the Verminlord crippled with agony as changes occurred in its guts. A swift kick sent the rat over the edge and the ring’s glow changed to green.

Crackedmorrow turned towards the Gaunt, clacking his beak in joy. “So you remain my pet. Care to try and best me as the others have?” The Gaunt made to put distance between himself and the Lord of Shades but some force kept them close. A horrific bark roared behind the Gaunt, relief filled him as he recalled the Flesh Hound was also hunting Crackedmorrow, perhaps he could use this distraction to escape. Let them fight while he found a way out of this unknown world. To his horror however, the hound lept and sunk its jaws into his frail shoulder, sending him spinning towards the ravine. Let fate decide what happens next he thought and grabbed the beast flinging the both of them over. Waves of magic pulsed around them but the Flesh Hound began changing shape, wings sprouted, it became emaciated, and a black shadowy aura appeared around it. The hound they had followed for months had merely been a Fury in disguise! The creature capered and jested at the doomed Gaunt before flying up and perching on the overlooking Crackedmorrow. The ring turned blue.

The ritual was nearly complete, four chosen warriors of the four greater Chaos gods had perished. Now a sacrifice to the next god must take place. The poor Fury didn't have a clue it would be the next to fall to the pit, wings torn off and body crushed. As the ring absorbed the Fury's diminutive power it turned to a swirling grey. A portal to transport Crackedmorrows legions had been finished and now all these lands would bow to Chaos or perish...