Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140213035252/@comment-4948356-20140224180242

OOC:

Well, Wartev can't actually die... He's sorta like Gruemenal and the other haemonculi... Its one of his judgments abilities. In any case... I think I've ignored LOS's ghost people long enough...

IC:

As umbra Floats toward Du'un, a creeping darkness hangs underneath him... until it physically grabs him.

From the pitch black shadow behind them, comes a figure cloaked in it, hiding nearly everything, save partial glimpses at the dark armor behind it. The figure produces a staff that is also pitch black, with some type of purple and red crystal at its end, practically radient with darkness.

Wartez: "I think this conversation is over Umbra... As Vulture has tolerated your existance long enough."

With that, the hand throughs Umbra through several bookcases, black fire surrounding him as he goes, burning through the books and ancient texts like a hot knife though butter.

Wartez: "Now then..."

Turning to du'un, he slowly begins to walk towards him...

Wartez: "Since Wartev can't seem to do it... I shall get rid of you myself."

With that, Wartez Attacks with what appears to be abyssal fire.

Du'un fires off his own... only for it to be absorbed by the now much larger one.

Barely dodging it, it explodes into a vast firestorm, burning even more texts...

Wartez: "You can not win here Alhendors... return to the void from which you came."

Whilst readying himself, du'un finds himself being called by something... something below him, deeper within the library...