Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140421011632/@comment-14745711-20140510210820

OOC: nice new profile pic Sang. And I'm sorry if I'm coming across a little urgent, I just don't want this RP to flounder too much.

IC: Xerex spins around. The wall behind him is collapsing away, melting into the ground as the particles dissolve away. It reveals a large door way about 10m talls and 3m wide. "Run," is the only word that comes over the intercom. Inside the dark room several green lights flicker into life, the sounds of something moving echo clearly through the room. Xerex turns and runs for his life until reaches the other side of the room. He quickly looks back over his shoulder at the black space, and glimpses only several gleaming metal surfaces and sharp blades, before he rushes through into the next chamber, leaping hurriedly from tile to tile.

The machine behind him simply ploughs through the room, ignoring the powerful electric blasts it recives, repairing damage within a matter of micro-seconds. Xerex escapes outside, and the Lychguard rush back several steps also, but stay infront of the Necron lord. The side of the cliff smashes open and the machine is revealed. It is like a massive form of tomb stalker, but without a large number of small legs. It rears up on its tail, and floats above the ground like a wraith, and has three sets of arms, the first set with blades, the second set with guass cannons and the third set with atom dispersers.

"This could be a problem," mutters Xerex before turning and giving the order to fall back. The small party run for the battle field, the massive canoptekh construct following them. What buildings there are are smashed into oblivion by the machanical beast, and both Eldar and Necron weapons seem unable to deal out anything more than temporary damage.