Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131010234229/@comment-7232811-20131012111941

Sorry I'm late, I've been busy lately.

Now, where were we...

(I run alongside Du'un as we try to escape the fate awaiting us. Judging by the piercing screams and wails from above, along with the putrid smells, I'm guessing that we're underneath the slave pits for a haemonculi coven. I snatch up a spar of jagged metal and hammer it against the wall until it resembles a crude bludgeon. We are both unable to use our powers however, due to the barbed metal null collars around our necks, with spikes that face inwards and dig into our necks, and are almost impossible to remove. We continue to run through the corridors, fully aware of what fate awaits us.)

Wait brother, something's coming...

OOC: By the way, I'm getting rather tired of people toying with me when I try to conduct my own missions (LOS, Danny, I'm looking at you here). Whilst I understand it might make things more interesting, it's starting to get a bit old now. Can we turn it down a bit please?