Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20130829215420/@comment-14745711-20130830101015

The skies over hive city Tiranuton (which is somewhere far to the south) darken as a mass of Necron night scythes descend over the city which is unable to call for help as masses of Necron warriors and canoptekh wraiths appear in the streets and cause havoc. The city is soon under the control of the necrons and Dagorehk watches with pleasure from the balcony of a palace at the highest part of the city.

He turns as the cities governor (I think that's the right denomination) is dragged onto the balcony by two lychguard. "So,governor," Dagorekh begins with some amount of boredom, "what do you think gives you the right to live as this cities governor?" The man stares into the phaeron's eyes defiantly; "I am chosen by the Emperor for the Emperor!" "I was hoping for something original for once." Dagorekh nods to the lychguard, "he failed, kill him".

The Phaeron turns away to look at the horizon as the dying scream of the governor is tuned out of his audio receptors.

OOC: I am truly EVIL! Lets get stuck in!