Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131010234229/@comment-14745711-20131015194008

OOC: actually Sanguinor, you must have misspelt it because he is nothing like a plague marine. And I had to read that post while eating breakfast didn't eye?

IC: the Angels of Reconciliation arrive over the sector of never ending spires. "Sir, there seems to be a complication," "what do mean?" "This sector appears to have no beginning and no end, no floor and no ceiling, it is impossible to land ground troops in force." "Then commence high priority cleansing fire on all registered occupied areas. Burn them outlike bees."

The great heavy orbital shots tear downwards and several spires are cut clean in half while others are set ablaze with crimson fire. Then, in the midst if the chaos thunderhawks swoop in, launching their own close range bombing runs before depositing ground troops at key positions. The element of speed and surprise is the Angels greatest advantage and they do not waist it. They sweep directly towards the gate, using specially moddified jump packs (or better jet packs) and thunder hawks to jump from spire to spire.

Land speeder tempest soar in blasting at the dark Eldar who man the heavy defences doing their best to keep the enemy in disarray. However at one tall spire coated in some kind of black shining substance manages to become a solid roadblock in the Angels path. So all forces are withdrawn from the area and the spire is split apart by orbital fire.

Avatus himself arrives on the battle field accompanied by his elite retinue of terminators clad in gleaming fresh armour. "For the Emperor, our holy guidance brothers!" Cries the chapter master as he and his retinue lead the charge against the main spire whithin which ensures intense fighting.

The city is already slipping from Dark Eldar hands.

Meanwhile Tantibus is almost as delighted with the situation as Wartev is though he expresses it differently, rubbing his hands with glee and basking in the radiance of the city wide chaos. But when he hears about an artefact his attention is aroused and he begins to listen closely. When Wartez looks straight at him, he is for the first time concerned, how can his be so? They exist on different plains of reality and yet.

Tantibus decides that it is best to call in some insurance just in case things go wrong. "Rarakh, do you read me?" "Yes, I have you," the voice is deep and onymous, "I think I may require a little on site assistance there's a good fellow." "Oh shut up you madman, all right, I send a detachment at once, they will hang dematerialised just outside the city until you need them." "Good, there is a prize I may want to secure."

OOC: everything burns!