Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131221150837/@comment-28917471-20131222221414

OOC: well... I guess that's it's my turn to step in.

IC: Vect's Palace was an unimaginable creation. A grim-dark architecture that was seemed like a stronghold with endless towers. Scourges were flying around the spires, protecting the Palace from the air. Incubis were presented at all entries, as the Reavers Jetbikers were patrolling the areas around the Palace. No one would dare to go in, and no one would ever get out...

The Palace's halls were decorated with flags of the Kabal of the Black heart, with the Statues of Asdrubael Vect, and with the pictures of the Dark Muses. Vect's Throne was at the back side of the Palace, at the throne room, the high stairs led to the Archon's Throne, where he was sitting patiently.

The Kabalite Trueborns brought a lone Kabalite Warrior-surviver. He had some information regarding the intruders. The warrior was brought before the Archon, and put on his knees.

Vect: Speak...

The warrior was tired, hurt, and mentally devastated...

Warrior: My Overlord... you have to believe me... We were sure, that were outnumbering him... but in the end... We were outmatched... The Psyker was too powerful for us to handle... almost all of my Kabal was destroyed, not many were lucky as I was...

Vect sat in silence for a couple of seconds, then he spoke...

Vect: Very well... you've proved yourself to be a capable Warrior, fighting on your own... Tell me child, who is this Psyker?

Warrior: A... A Chaos Sorcerer! Our techs didn't work against him! He was invincible!

Vect: is that so?

Said Vect as he got up from his throne, and began stepping down the stairs. He eventually stood in front of the warrior, holding his Sceptre of the Dark-City.

Vect: It doesn't matter now...

Said Vect and stroke the warrior in the head with his Sceptre. The warrior looked like he was dead, but his body began to tremble, as if he was electrocuted... He was alive, and he was suffering greatly...

Vect turned his back and began stepping up towards his Throne.

Vect: Take this worm out of my sight...

Near the Throne, from the both sides, we're standing two shadowy figures.

Tahril: He could have told us more, Lord Vect..

Vect got up the stairs, and sat on his throne.

Vect: There was little use of this worm...

Gruemeneal: Lord Vect, I've received some reports from the Fortress of Flesh, they are dealing with the humans-invaders. If won't finish them quickly, then the Dark-City may be never the same as we know it...

Vect: The Mon-Keighs are taking over my city(shout Vect and hit his Sceptre on the ground)!

Tahril: My Archon, it is time that we take the fight to the enemy! Let us strike swiftly!

Vect: Yes... and this will be a perfect opportunity to prove your loyalty to me, Tahril! Take my Forces! And make your way to the Forttres of Flesh! Bring me their heads! And if you can, bring me them alive...

Tahril: As you wish, Lord Vect...

Tahril bowed and started to go to the Throne room's exit.

Vect: Wait Tahril. I want to be sure that everything will go well... Gruemeneal will go with you... He will make sure that those fools shall be punished for entering my realm...

The Haemonculi smiled, as he looked at Tahril. Tahril was disgusted of Gruemeneal.

Tahril: Yes, my Archon...

Vect ordered his Heirarchs to post a bounty on the Sorcerer's head. And just like this, the Hunter became the hunted...

Tahril and Gruemeneal left the Palace, as they flew on the Raider, while they were escorted by other Raiders, Ravagers, and venoms. Other troops, fast attack, and elites were following Tahril as well. A big war was about to erupt...