Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-25068159-20140322012435/@comment-14745711-20140323021822

OOC: ah, so we have begun.

IC: Dalphurus stands, silent, seemingly lifeless upon a pinnical of grey stone. If not for the different colour pattern of his army he could have been mistake for a statue, and part of the stone he stood on. Slowly he turned his head and turned around to look back behind him. The valley which had once been fertile, was already being corrupted. The ground had turned black, the trees were shrivelled and dead, and all of the animals in area had been killed and eaten raw in most cases. They were on the planet Helikar in the 9th system, and had already corrupted vast portions of the planet.

The Warband Angrand of the Children of Hatred were leased to be on campaign once more, after having walked the corridors of the dead for two centuries now in many cases, and some for even longer. Many of the marines were tearing around the countryside madly, smashing trees down, pursuing anything that moved and killing it in the most brutal way possible. Their hunger to exact revenge and cause anarchy was threatening to boil over, but for now Dalphururs was content to allow this unnessecary carnage, so long as ammunition was preserved.

The sorcerers were erecting several monuments to Malice in various parts of the now blackened landscape and portals to a strange part of the warp were opening, and from them issued temples which latched down onto the ground, spreading corruption even faster through the realm. Also, daemons poured through, most of them the serpentine lesser daemons, but a few wyvren like greater daemons also arrived through the warp rifts. However, a small group of black figures, that seemed to be made up of a form of smoke stood, unaffected by the chaos around them, and the marines avoided them, for the fear that poured from them chilled even their lust for violence.

Dalphurus strides over to the leaders of the group, two black figures taller than most Astrates, one of them clutching a staff and the other a gleaming red gem. The chaos warlord has to stiffen his resolve to speak to them, as the fear that they radiate unnerves even him. "Ah, Dalphurus." Said the one holding the staff, "my brother and I are most pleased to meet you for the first time. May our alliance prove profitable for the cause." He offers his hand and Dalphurus shakes it, still not saying anything, for the Children of Hatred may speak to none outside their order.

However, the figure with the staff-Remex-can easily read Dalphurus's mind. "Well, I do have something in mind. My brother brought this along for a reason." He says, gesturing to Forlex who is stroking the gem, like it is a highly valued pet. "Forlex, show him what our little 'pet' can do."

Forlex raises the gem high in the air and suddenly all of the trees around the edge of the clearing collapse in on themselves, torn apart by an unseen force. "And tha," says Remed, "is at its lowest power level."

OOC: the Children won't appear for long periods of time in this RP as my involvement is going to be deliberately kept to a minimum. But we will fight and kill anyone who tries to interfere with our aims in this area...