Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-14745711-20130926202917

OOC: not so easy Du'un.

IC: Malrel's suddenly light up with blue fire and The blade suddenly turns white hot it Du'un's hand scorching him. "If you want me to let go, I will let go." Says Du'un who attempts to do so, but finds that his hand has been welded to the blade. He tries to remove it from Malrel's chest but cannot do that either. Suddenly the two lock eyes and Du'un sees only victory in Malrel's eyes. "For the Lion." Are Malrel's last words before pulling them both off the spire. "NNNNNOOOOOOO!" Cries Du'un as the two plummet to their deaths.

Avatus stares horrified as his friend disappears over the edge along with the sorcerer. "Quickly, to the bottom of the spire, this thing won't last much longer anyway." The group charge frantically down the collapsing stairs Yannos limping as fast as he can behind until the emerge from the spire just as it begins to fall in (thankfully) the opposite direction. The group rush over to where Malrel and Du'un fell and find the two of them broken to death on the rocks. However to Avatus's disgust there is still a fragment of life in Du'un, he will die of wounds, but just not yet. Avatus puts his blade to the sorcerer's throat. "Give me one good reason why I should not just kill you now."

Meanwhile the daemon leaps back to its feet and send forth several fear tendrils which rape around the librarian's head causing him to drop his weapon as all courage is drained from his body and fear begins to take over.