Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131019114403/@comment-4948356-20131019115041

With Avian...

Whilst preparing his own assualt, he looked to the salamanders assualt on the city years before as a way to try and prepare his men for some of the resitance that would be encountered. He intended to use the exact same entry way they had used all that time ago. If 500 marines could acomplish what they did... what would ten times their number do?



When they finally entered real space again, it was in the Desaderian Gulf.



With Wartev...

The archon having performed his duty to the letter, had killed all the defenders of the Portal, locked the controls in place for the portal to remain open like before, and Wartev himself was giddy with jow as he came upon a generator for one of the holofields.

"LET CREATION OF THE MOST BUEATIFUL ART... BEGIN!"



With the fleet...

Laying a trap, the fleet captures a single dark eldar vessel... who continue to chide at the marines...

DE warrior: "You seek entrace to commorrgah!?! HAH! Foolish humans! You will never find the gate!"



With Wartev...

With that, he stabbes his staff straight into the generator.

The machine seems to shriek like a dying animal... before the near silent hum of it dies slowly.

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<p style="line-height:20px;">With the Fleet...

<p style="line-height:20px;">The portal is suddenly and very unexpectedly reveiled to whole fleet.

<p style="line-height:20px;">DE Warrior: "uh... well... um...."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Are his final words before the ship is desrtoyed.

<p style="line-height:20px;">And with that, the fleet move into the portal, hanging over the dark city like an air of death before the shooting began...

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<p style="line-height:20px;">The Sentinel's fleet had finally arrived...

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<p style="line-height:20px;">As the sentinels fleet begins to bombard the city, The sentinels Warth would loom over the space port, begining its steel rain. The first pod down crushed a ravager, and its occupant sprang out, killing several warriors and two scourges. An explosion nearby lights up eagles face, Rage and Fury visible under a calm expression, marking his return to the dark city, not in chains but armor, ready to carry out his promise from years before.

<p style="line-height:20px;">First, the sentinels took the Space port, than set up a foward command that the sentinels Wrath would loom over constantly, warding of Aerial Assualts.

<p style="line-height:20px;">Nearly 1600 marines were on the surface when the second phase of the invasion would commence. 800 marines backed by 5 land raiders, 10 vindicators, and 20 predators would slowly advance through the city, pushing through whilst destroying anything in their way, with Thunderhawks landing reinforcments every time they were needed.

<p style="line-height:20px;">Through heavy resitance, the line continued onward, as devastor teams set up check points to avoid flanking attempts and to cover the demolition teams destroying what they could in captured territory.

<p style="line-height:20px;">All the while, the line would come under great fire from legions of kabalite warriors, every so often coming into contact with defensive structers are walls, which were quickly brought down.

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<p style="line-height:20px;">Despite warding off a similar invasion years before, the marines were not this numerous or that intent of truly invading. But they soon recovered and continued to mount their assualt upon the forces, racking up heavy casulties on both sides. But the dark eldar also seemed to be having problems with their own commanders, as many were dead or dying, despite being no where near the combat.

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<p style="line-height:20px;">As for the command post, nearly four dozen thunderfires were placed for defense, along with a standing force of at least 1000 marines at all times. Whirlwinds where soon brought in force as well, soon making the comand post a highly defendable staging area.

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<p style="line-height:20px;">Meanwhile, with Wartev (Having vacated the generator soon before)...

<p style="line-height:20px;">Ablaze with pure joy and wonder as the hundreds die around him, he is practically skipping across the tiled roads of the sector. with any bodies that fall near him require only a wave of his staff to dissappear.

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "la de da, la de da, la de da..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Suddenly, he is set upon by a wyche, who finds herself stuck upon his staff, her head in the middle of those two prongs...

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "oh! How wonderful! More art for MEEE!"

<p style="line-height:20px;">A green energy seems to flow from the staff and into the wych, who finds herself experiencing pure terror, before going limp. The energy is then sucked straight into Wartev as his brings his new price even closer, until he is face to face with it.

<p style="line-height:20px;">"Oh... what a beautiful face... if only... OF COURSE!"

<p style="line-height:20px;">He lifts his helmet just above his mouth to reveal a second one right underneath it. Two tounges roll out, and procced to take the wyches eyeballs from their sockets before eating them whole.

<p style="line-height:20px;">Putting down his helemt, wartev marvels again...

<p style="line-height:20px;">"This. is. PERFECT! You will make a great additoin for the workshop now!"

<p style="line-height:20px;">After the body dissappears, Wartev is approached by another marine cloacked in shadows, with Glowing Red eyes.

<p style="line-height:20px;">??? "Wartev..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Huh... OH HOW WONDERFUL! WELCOME BROTHER WARTEZ!"

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez visibly cringes at the outburst.

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez (Under his Breath) "Of all the people to be 'touched' by slanesh... it had to be you..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "Have forgotten about the artefact?"

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Of course not dear brother... there were mearly... complications... such as the large army of elite troops guarding it! I coudn't simply walk in and take it... although That would be a place for more art..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez then looks at the space marine fleets invading the dark city in force

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "And your solution was to let the imperials in... so now you have to conted with two giant armies... might I ask the logic in this?

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "well, it will draw away the guards of the artefact."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez "Who we established didn't leave for any one or anything... not even the call of battle. Did you even listen to the breifing?"

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Sorry, I was busy brushing paulia's hair at the time..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "Who the warp is pau... Nevermind, I don't want to know... but what is your plan now?"

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Oh, let the sentinels take the core spire and kill the guards, then  I'll just come in and take it! after acquiring more ART!:

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "...Well its your plan... not mine..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Why do we need this again?

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "So that we can enter her domain in force..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Oh right... oh! and those two socererors from thelican are here too! you know, the ones wartem was watching?"

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "how... nevermind... You have an additional objective now, kill them..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Can I keep them for my Art?"

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: "What? no... yes.... I don't care as long as they are dead... Now I must leave... it is really difficult to project myself here of all places. You must act quickly."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev: "Right boss, you can count on me..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartez: (Under his Breath) "yeah right,  if I could I wouldn't have him here..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">But soon departs, vanishing as if he never was.

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<p style="line-height:20px;">Wartev ponders what to do... until...

<p style="line-height:20px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"*sigh* I guess I should just send a few sins after those two... maybe that archon can be of more use in getting that artefact too... but wasn't there something else... something about... information on something... nah, I'm just imagining things now..."

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<p style="line-height:20px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">'''Well, thats all that recycled. Good luck everyone!'''