Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-25068159-20140322012435/@comment-25068159-20140322014041

OOC: I dont think I posted an army page for the Bazlin'kizaur yet. I will do that soon. But for now, the characters:

Aendrir: Basically my author avatar/protagonist. He is a shadowfang legionnaire, but other than that holds no position of power. Yet.

Kirvunrir: High Prince of the Bazlin'Kizaur.

Indivar: Indivar is the Phoenix Prince of the Bazlin'kizaur.

Ruondon: Ruondon is another shadowfang legionnaire, pretty much just to give Aendrir somebody to speak to. He might become important later, I dont have any plans for him yet.

Also, two things to note: the Bazlin' number system is based on 12, not 10 and thus their legions are 144 bazlin large instead of 100. The other, is that the name of the nation is officially Daenarbinir

IC: The bazlin fleet hovers over the new capital, Vrundstir, which means 'Dawns Rebirth' after the rebirth of the bazlin after they took it. The fleet stands ready, the soldiers lined up in rows. Alert had been called, and the high prince had assembled the armada.

Suddenly, in the streets the soldiers clear to the side, giving the high prince room to walk. He walks slowly and steadily down the bridge to the gate, in an almost parade-like way. He finishes at the gates of the city, next to which the navy was headquartered

High Prince Kirvunrir: Warriors! Warriors of Daenarbinir! The time has come, at last. Our fleets stand ready, our warriors tall. The humans we conquered are in the black pyramids, toiling for their freedom and food. Now, it is time. Our scouts and spies have discovered that the entirity of the galaxy is settled by creatures of various kinds. Now, many converge on this very area, which is apparently the most hostile and dangerous in the galaxy. Several fleets, factions, and a massive armada of humans, apparently allied but not answering to the same authority, have entered this region. A dozen comets have been sighted, and the dark sign shown tonight. Today then, it is time! The aliens are hostile, but this region is dark and shrouded. The universe is torn, it would appear, and the nightmares of these lands are dark and our scouts can barely understand the fear spoken by men at them. But we will conquer, and we will haunt the furthest of stars! Now, to arms. The Fleet is ready. It is time... to attack.