Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140202070935/@comment-25068159-20140202103920

OOC: sorry, they are going to go orbit it. Not land.

IC: Talik winces in pain at the ships daemons methods of attack, then releases an orb of energy. After a few seconds the oozing goo stops. Talik grits his teeth.

Talik: It will take me a minute to stabilize the field. Hopefully we wont be attacked in the meantime...

Several chaos marines approach from ahead

Talik: but of course, nothing is ever that easy, is it?