Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131112014410/@comment-4948356-20131120215545

Wartev: "*Sigh*... Why must they always resist..."

At that point he rises once more, takes his staff, and slams it into the circle. It shines bright once more...

As the first wastelanders on foot finally reach the forward base... its as if the ground fall from underneath them.

It would seem as if the entire area was falling apart.

The result, a 35 mile gap between the portal's base, and the rising form of wartem. Everyone that was inbetween fell into a bottomless pit.

However, it gets much worse. When a speed attempts to ride over the gap, it is grabbed from below by a gigantic bone hand. What rises out is a huge skeleton, almost the height of a warlord titan, its eyes glowing with green fire, it opens its mouth to belch out the same fire.

Two others join it, blocking any access across the pit.

One of them grabs the Dragon, throwing it back into the ground, Wartem jumps onto its head, at pierces its head with a swift thrust, boiling its brain.

The two lords barely dodge the following melta blasts, but are still singed by it.

Wartel on the other hand had something far different than a brute force approach. Unseen by its enemies, two sets of six small ice spikes had been twirling around in a circular motion. Speeding them up, the changes it was making became far more apparent.

One of the lion guards actually slips, looking down to see the entire floor area covered ice.

As if it wasn't enough, A blizzard appears from nowhere to impede them further. Whats worse, as a poor saiyan knight finds out, the same giant ice spikes are in this blizzard as well, having lost his head...

The winds themselves seem to be trying to force all those inside of it out into the direction of the Flesh Fortress...

All the while, Wartev sits back down and admires hiw work...

Wartev: "To think this thing makes it all possible"

He says while looking at the staff...

Wartek comes from the shadows behind them.

Wartev: "Your task here is over, but their is something else that must be done. Head to the other sector and wait... I feel one of your original targets may soon arrive there..."

Wartek leaves without leaving a sound.

Wartev: "Perhapes modifing Wartel's body within the warpforge WAS overkill... too late now though..."