Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130913205549/@comment-14745711-20130918060330

OOC: seeing as badass has already chosen where he has ended up..

IC: the Angels walk out of the other end of the portal and find themselves somewhere deep underground. Bodies are scattered around the hallway they find themselves in; Eldar bodies. They lie twisted and broken at the edges of the hallway; guardians mostly with the occasional howling banshee, death reaper, warp spider or harlequin. Avatus takes a few steps before there is a quiet crack under his boot and he looks down. On the floor in front of him lies an Eldar farseer her helm broken and one arm torn off. The chapter master beckons to Sammuel who comes over and examines the body of the xeno.

"Look at this," Sammuel says holding up a form of projector device, "it's some kind of recording. Avatus activates it and a holographic image of the farseer appears. "If you are watching this recording then I must be long dead, this craftworld we came here to reclaim for the Eldar as a whole, however we were not prepared for the creatures we found here. They, they cannot be described, creatures foul in body and mind. We believe that a necromancer is at work here. I am recording this because I think it unlikely we will escape back to the portal and away. This craftworld is now beyond all possible help, turn back my kin and do not tress pass on their hunting grounds. And whatever you do, don't stop watching your backs." The holo message fades away leaving the Astrates alone in the dim light of the hallway with the massacred forms of the Eldar lying around them...