Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140301201100/@comment-14745711-20140315191116

OOC: well Talik, just do it whenever you think it's ready to do it.

IC: Dagorekh's forces are detaching themselves from their base on Tyranus VI, as a new and far larger army moves in to take their place. Dagorekh takes his personal household, and they board their transport ships. Dagorekh stares folornly at Castallan, Tyranus VII, his Dynasty's ancient home planet. Silently he makes a vow, turning towards the black empty void of space. "I will return, and I will lead this dynasty into a new age. An age of glory!" Under his breath, he curses the humans, touching his forehead, where a deep gouge serves as a constant reminder of his failure to capture a certain rouge space marine.

He would find the Typhonian shards, and he would return. Even if he had to wander the stars for a thousand years. The Isandrekh dynasty would be his. But where to start, where should he go? He remembered the planet he had seen, but that was no use, he did not know how to get there. Suddenly, a bright green glowing aura flares into life behind him. "Dagorekh, I know where should go." The voice is a single voice and yet many all at once.

The Necron Overlord turns, "and where would that be?"

The being he faces smiles slightly, "you will find the planet you seek in the Vanara sub-sector, as the humans call it. I advise you to take care however; that sub-sector is on the fringes of Imperial space. It is constantly under attack, and you will have many opponents between you, and your prize."

Dagrekh turns away, "then those opponents had best make ready their funerals. I will have those shards Nova, count on it."

The engines of the Necron ships power up, and the whole fleet vanishes away, but where to, none but its leader knows for certain.

OOC: I will post up a summary of the RP later on.