Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140213035252/@comment-14745711-20140214203139

OOC: oh come on! Not the zombies again. Oh well, could have been worse.

IC: in the Fortress sector, as many of them are wounded in some way, the Angels have entrenched themselves in their now, heavily fortified base. As zombies advance upon it from all sides, each is mown down by heavy bolter fire. Grenades and rockets are launched also, and from behind the walls, the Angels will be able to hold out until their ammunition runs out.

In the Andrath sector however, it becomes nessecary to form tight knots of warriors who cannot stay in one place for too long. However, here they manage to hold off the zombies as well.

OOC: now, just to cause trouble.

IC: before any of the group can destroy even a line of knowledge, their weapons are torn from their hands and fly away back behind them, along with several incendiary grenades attached to their belts. Tantibus slowly strides out from behind one of the shelves, followed by Umbra (the guy I pulled out before). "Hello there. His nice to see you again Wartem. You remember me don't you?" Wartem charges forwards, maddened by his very voice, but Tantibus dodges easily out of the way. He gives Umbra a look, "I think he remembers."

Umbra mutters an incantation and Wartem goes flying backwards onto the pile of weapons, which promptly explode. However, the explosion is contained by Tantibus, so that the library is not damaged, but Wartem is, a bit. Before anything else can happen Tantbius plants his staff firmly in the ground. "Let's take this outside shall we?" The whole group vanish except for Umbra, who remains behind, just in case Wartev sends another sabotage group.

Tantibus and the others arrive in the Shroud of Dark Dreams Sector, where if course they are instantly unnable to see a thing. Tantibus however, bangs his staff three times on the ground underneath him, illuminating the area. They are standing in a wide deserted square, where several Dark Eldar bodies can be seen, mutilated in various ways. "So, how do you want to dance?"