Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140302040932/@comment-4948356-20140303211954

OOC:

Don't know why their hasn't been much activity here, but I guess its time for something to happen...

And to answer a question from Zixis in the previous chapter...

The 'soul' army is an ever increasing army of dead bodies being field with a soul of a poor lifeform that died in the dark city at the hands of the dark eldar. Wartev has essentinally called forth the souls of every person that ever died in the city to take vengance upon all denizens of the city... Including 'recent' deaths... (Forshadowing). And I keep callinig it that because their is no set species. Their are ork bodies, human, marine, eldar, etc. all mixed into one.

Anyway... I think its time we continue...

IC:

With the main sentinel force...

The entire sector was nearly in the hands of the sentinels. The last pockets of DE resitance fading rapidly under the power, numbers, and skill of sentinels. However, having been warned of the trap, they became far more cautious, secretly preparing several countermeasures.

Additonally, the 3 titans finally arrived on the field... alone with two squads of knights from the Senintels wrath.

'''Meanwhile... at the library...'''

A little after he took down his shield, Du'un noticed that the whole place was starting to completely dissappear into nothingness. However, a door leading to a way outside seems to call him... the same call that had brough him to the book...

With Wartev...

Wartev finishes putting his armor back on as he looks at the many contorted and horror filled faces of the marines, DE, and whatever else in the area. White 'sludge' was everywhere and on everything. Wartev sighs in satisfaction... It had only been a week since he had any... but it had become un-bearable.

As he walked out of the building, he looked out over the continuously expanding army before him. Thinking of how nice this would be if he could bring this army with him, his thoughts once more face the reality that this technique would only work here. But what did he care...he had things he needed to do... and he wouldn't want to have to spank himself for not carrying out his orders... no no no... it was much more fun when its playful resitance...

Wartev cleared his head once more... Playtime could wait... but that still left him with nothing to do... except... that...

Having finally remebered a recent order, he dashs off somewhere with due haste...

'''Meanwhile... In the coven of ressurection greater sector...'''

The remains of lord tank begin to reform, slowly repairing itself until it can stand and move. As he head reforms, he takes his first breath... and in a rough, gravely tone, speaks...

"L..ord..... Vu..l.tu...re"