Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140512214722/@comment-24821739-20140517221551

OOC: Hey now, no fighting. :D

Golbjorn looks around, as pain spasms from his...well...everything.

"Report!", he rasps.

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Golbjorn pulled himself upright, making note that he had 5 ribs, both the Humerous and the Radius of his right arm, his collarbone, and his little toe (on the left side) were broken as red warnings flashed inside his helmet.

He let out an un-earthly howl for his fallen brothers, and swore an oath to avenge them. He then picked himself up, retrieved his weapons, and started north.

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"Alphion, I know all eldar's, alive or dead, names.", Ca'Caedr'Ae replied, noting the astonished look on his face.

"I thought I was going to die, but Ynnead saved me and turned me into what you see."

(BTW: He's covered in wraithbone that moves as he does, however it's just a solid piece.)

Ca'Caedr'Ae flicks his sword to the right, decapitating a "charging" Necron.

"Peace, brother, I have come to help you."