Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140421011632/@comment-14745711-20140421102807

OOC: @Talik well, Tyranus takes place about two years before The Leviathan RP, so this one is at about the same time as Ransacking the Dark City. I did have the actual date written down some where but as you don't want it.

Also, quick summary:

Reinno's Chaos: Borok

Talik's Eldar: ?

Sanguinor's marines: Hecura

Chaffeen's Space Wolves: Nephes

Dagorekh's Necrons: Grondua

Just want to be sure I've got this all right.

IC: on Grondua's 'ash plains' in the far south, there suddenly appears several green lights, whizzing through the air, suspended by an invisible force. Slowly the lights floated down to the ground, and stayed there at a smooth level. Suddenly the air shimmered to reveal the black slightly shimmering surface of a Vordekh class troop transport (yes I made that up). It was criss crossed by a web of glowing green grooves, making it look a little like a living circuit board.

A panel on the bottom of the transport, dissolved slowly away to unveil a green pool of what seemed to be water. From the green pool began to march several columns of necron warriors, descending an invisible stair case down to the ground. Even as the ship's underside had faded away, three more transports had appeared from the shimmering air. From them also came additional necron warriors from two, with immortals coming from the third. From the skies overhead, which were coated in thick grey, nearly black clouds came a fifth aircraft: a nightscythe.

It came low, and from its underside came a ramp. Down the ramp marched Dagorekh, his cloaked of scarabs, surrounding him with a continuos aura of black speaks which glowed green. He was flanked by a lychguard on each side, and behind him came his royal court: Overlord Forenekh, Varagard Cortekh and the Cryptekh Sarumanekh. The group strode out into a wide open space (more so than normal) where three figures waited for them. Two of them were necron lords, their cloaks whipping around in the planet's bizarre winds, the other was a cryptekh who was hunched over, his single eye glowing scarlet in the dim light.

"Xerex, Cabrean and Acremex. My loyal supporters!" Greeted Dagorekh. 'Your only supporters,' he thought to himself.

"Dagorekh," replied Xerex, bowing low, "ourselves and our armies are at your service. The southern part of the planet has been secured, and the Eldar scum bags still don't know we're here yet. We have found a few humans wandering south from their old settlements. The stupid monkeys had nothing worth knowing."

"Don't underestimate humans. I've found they can be remarkably, resilient." Dagorekh advised, stroking the scar over his right eye, a scar he still had not, and probably never would avenge. But it was still a bitter reminder to him that despite his races superiority to humanity, they, he, had been out done by them once too many times for his pride to tolerate. Tactical victory was not the same as personal victory.

"Are our forces ready to take the northern hemisphere?"

"Just give us the word," wheezed Xerex, his empty eyes flashing as bright yellow lightning forked across the sky, casting him as a menacing silhouette, "and the aliens are ash on the wind."