Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140123045913/@comment-28917471-20140127234302

OOC: You forgot the IC... and yea... happy ending...NOT! Sorry Danny... All that was a trap... like I said... I need to kill people... Delta... well... He is cool, but killing him will be much more meaningful...

IC: Suddenly Delta have stopped... He felt as if all that wasn't real... The Force-field didn't show no resistance... and he didn't felt anything to clutch once he was holding the Dark Eldar.... He saw what he wanted to see... not what was really happening...

Tahril wasn't laying on the ground, he was standing a few metres behind Delta.

Tahril(Thinking): So the poisen did effect his brain, his sight worked a little bit different. Just as planned...

But Delta's sight wasn't the only thing that have Deceived him. Tahril's laying body was the doing of the Clone-Field. It was just a holographic duplicate...

Suddenly a terrifying madness stroke Delta, as the dead-tortured spirits of the seers unleashed a psychic cacophonyon on his mind. He thought that he was victorious, thus his psychic defences were weaker... Tahril used his Crucible of Maledictaion...

Tahril was looking at the once proud warrior, who's now fell to the madness that he could never return from... but Tahril was Ready to the give the warrior the fast death he so deserved...

The Mandrakes rose from the shadows, and held the now crazy Astarte...

Tahril caught Delta's chin, and made him look at the Archon's face...

Tahril: As you can see my miserable pet... those Gentlemen that are holding you had supplied me with the necessary gear to fight you... All went perfectly according to my plan... now... remember the following words... As your soul shall drift through the waves of the Warp...

"I shall be the last thing that you will see..."

With those last words, Tahril turned his back to the Angel of Death, as if he was about to leave... but when he turned around... He slashed the neck of the warrior... beheading the Marine...

The head flew in the air... and landed on the surface...

Tahril have put his sword back... and ordered the Mandrakes to bring him the Raider grave-Craft...

The Mandrakes have disappeared in the shadows once more... As Tahril was left with the head and the body of the dead Delta...

Tahril sat on the gigantic body of the marine... held Delta's head, while looking at it, and started to share with his "New Friend" about the excitement of his trophy...

OOC: I know that this will piss you off Danny. But this is the meaning of being Dark Eldar... now I'm going to sleep. Hope we will get along the story... Good night...