Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131010234229/@comment-7232811-20131013160224

I have honestly no idea who that could be. But it doesn't matter anyway, for I'm not going to be here for long anyway.

But before I go on, I believe that a few people do not truly understand the nature of Commoragh. Here is a bit of information on from the wiki:

'''In the deepest depths of the Webway lies Commorragh, the primary home of the Dark Eldar. It is often called the Dark City by those who fear even to speak its name. But Commorragh is no mere city as humans think of the term, since it makes even the largest of Mankind's Hive Cities seem to be no more than a termite mound in comparison to its mountainous bulk. Its dimensions would be considered outright impossible if Commorragh existed within the confines of the physical universe rather than the Webway. Commorragh is more like a vast, interlinked network of satellite Webway realms and cities linked by innumerable portals and hidden interdimensional pathways. In reality, the Dark City is a loose collection of far-flung Dark Eldar habitation nodes spread across the arteries of the Webway like a malignant cancer. Its nodal clusters are scattered at various points across the entire galaxy, thousands of actual light years apart. Yet these locations are linked together by shimmering interdimensional portals. As such, from the perspective within the Webway's confines, the immense distances between each of the different sub-realms of Commorragh can be crossed with but a single step, using the Labyrinthine Dimension's non-Euclidean physics to teleport seemingly instantaneously across the stars.'' ''Commorragh appears within the Webway to be a composite urban centre on an impossibly vast scale, a hazy, contradictory realm whose dimensions can overawe the sanity of any who approach it. Thousands of starships dock each day at its spires, for the Dark Eldar are a far more numerous species than the Imperium of Man or even their own Craftworld kin fully suspect. Yet Commorragh plays host to more than just the Dark Eldar race. Many diverse species of alien mercenaries, bounty hunters and renegades all risk their souls to do business in Commorragh, hoping to claim just some of the riches to be had in the Dark City. The reaches of the interdimensional space around Commorragh are filled with the light-trails of spacecraft that pass between the Dark City and the Webway portals that surround it. Some of these gateways into realspace are small and dim, while those above the largest city-states of the realm are massive and can accommodate an entire pirate fleet with ease. A profusion of thorny dock-spurs juts from every spire and starscraper, holding Dark Eldar and other strangely-shaped xenos spacecraft fast in crackling violet beams of electromagnetic force.At present, Commorragh is an almost-infinite nest of architectural impossibilities and spatial anomalies. Each of its estates has been overdeveloped to the point that their growth has been forced into the vertical plane, the various regions sprouting upwards like needle-plants fighting for sunlight. Each of the Dark City's spires and starscrapers is linked to its fellows by curved arches and gossamer-like buttresses. Its miles-tall aeries and palaces both reach upwards and downwards simultaneously, spiralling into the depths of the Webway's curved space-time. With every Terran year that passes, the hideous city seeks to spread out over more of the dimension that serves as its foundation.'''If you have read this Danny, good luck with trying to ransack it. At best, it'll become your life's work (and you will not even live to see it finished). At worst...well, I'm sure the Dark Eldar will be having fun with you when you're hanging from a noose made by your own intestines...

But anyway...

(I ignore the thing that claimed the alien's life, & focus upon the matter at hand, before noticing yet more eldar emerging from the shadows. Most of them are distinctly eldar, but bare a cruel array of weaponry & filthy smocks (they're actually wracks, but how am I supposed to know the names of all aliens?), and there is also a towering brute in their ranks (a grotesque) with a cleaver for a left arm & disturbing looking cannon on its right. But my eyes are drawn to the figure who leads them, a bone-thin wraith of a being, with dozens of appendages and hideous amount of surgical equipment. I look at the haemonculus with disgust, before he whispers something in Eldar:)

Haemonculus: Take them alive...

(with that, the wracks lunge at us, along with the wyches. Du'un & I fight hard, him gutting a wrack with his 'blade' before leaping onto the grotesque, while I crush the skull of a wych with my own weapon before trying to fight the leader of the group. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was trying to make the first blow, but she simply pirouetted over me and rammed a blade through my primary heart. I cry out & lash at her with my fist, but she licks out at the back of my hand, causing me to drop my club. Before I can do anything else, a needle dart gets shot into my neck, & unarmoured as I am, am powerless to prevent the dealy nerve toxin from paralysing me. I crash to the ground, just in time to see Du'un grabbed by the grotesque & backhanded into the wall, knocking him out cold (sorry brother). Before I too slip into unconsciousness, I overhear the bickering of the aliens, & then the sounds of a struggle, before the blackness descends.)