Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131002025700/@comment-7232811-20131002210122

Don't worry Danny. But don't be too surprised if I return the favour in the next campaign.

(I respond with a volley of warp lightning that blasts a trio of hellions from the sky. I then swing my staff in a wide arc that blasts back a number of the raiders, but just then a shardnet gets wrapped round my right arm, pulling it back. while other Dark Eldar proceed to assail me. While I thrash to get free, the toxin begins to take its toll on Du'un, & he starts to slow down, until an envenomed dart gets shot into his neck, causing him to go limp and crash to the ground. I try to save him with a torrent of warpfire, but before I can conjure my spell, a hellion swoops in & rams a pair of stun claws into my body. I am electrocuted with several hundred volts, causing me to spasm out of control & let out a deafening yell:)

DDDAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHH!!!!

(after what seems like an age (though is no more than a few seconds), the claws are pulled from my torso, & my smoking, twitching form is bound in barbed chains, before being hauled aboard a raider, along with Du'un. From there, the two of us are shackled, robbed of our powers, & stripped of our wargear, to be taken to who knows what fate within the bowels of the webway, & into the Dark City...)

OOC: This effectively concludes any more action that will take place with Du'un & I, for the two of us are now consigned to a fate worse than death at the hands of a haemonculus, or if we're lucky, in the gladiator pits within the Wych Cults. See you at the next campaign.