Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140213035252/@comment-28917471-20140214161435

OOC: Ok! let's keep up with the flow guys!

IC:

Gruemeneal: Here, it should keep you safe.

Gruemeneal was done with securing the artefact he found in the Wrathwind Sector. After that, he began his operation with Tahril's clone.

Gruemeneal: Now... to refresh his memory, what?! Where is his brain?! Ah yes... his body was left on the Raider... never mind that... I'll just use the sample that I took from his brain on our arrival...

The Haemonculi have activated one of the capsules, the capsule moved forward. There, a new body, a clone of Tahril was laying down, awaiting it resurrection.

Gruemeneal have pulled up the switch, suddenly, a purple lighting stroke the capsule from the power-generators. The pressure began to rise, as the tortured souls that embodied the generators were consumed by Tahril's new body.

A masochismistic energy started to pull Tahril's soul from the warp, until finally, it was placed in his new body. Tahril woke up and screamed like never before...

Gruemeneal laughed like a real maniac. He pushed the button on the cogitator, and the Capsule was opened. Tahril got slowly out of the capsule.

Gruemeneal: Welcome back from the dead, young Archon. I hope that you've enjoyed the hospitality of "She who Thirst"...

Tahril didn't say a word, he still was terrified from the torture that Slaanesh have put his soul through.

Gruemeneal: Now, put on your clothes, and don't forget you armour. Meet me up at the Palace. Lord Vect wants to see you...

Tahril calmed down, as he heard the name of his Master. It couldn't get anyworse then what he had experienced in the Warp. He took his time dressing up.

Finally, he and Gruemeneal stood before Asdrubael Vect himself, who sat on his Throne. They have kneeled before him, and listened everything that he had to say.

Vect: Well, well, well... isn't it Archon Tahril... how does Slaanesh looks like? Tell me...

Tahril was about to speak but Vect cut him off, Vect stood up and began to walk towards his servants.

Vect: Silence! That was a rhetoric question you worm... You've failed to stop the humans at the Wrathwind Sector! Now they spread all across the Sectors of the Dark-City like a bugs! Do you want to visit the Prince of Chaos once more, Tahril? Only this time... there will be no way coming back...

Tahril's breath became heavier...

Vect: Do you know why you're here, Tahril? I've ordered to revive you because I still believe that you can stop the Mon-keighs... your tactics and strategies have won me many Raids in the realspace, that's the only reason why you're here with me... and not with "Her"... Tension becomes greater as the rumour starts to spread throughout the City. If the humans won't be stoped... Not only the Dark-City will Fall... but the whole Webway may collapse as well... Take my vassal warriors and vechiles, and make your way to the Andrath Sector.... and don't come back without the head of their leadrs...

Tahril and Gruemeneal stood up, bowed before Vect and left the Throne room.

This time... Tahril will have his revenge...