Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130913205549/@comment-14745711-20130920211332

The Angels lead by Avatus have now been walking for some time weaving their way in and out between the wrecks of buildings. The whole time Avatus has been turning the situation over in his mind, over and over again. Something wasn't right with this. Finally the marines found themselves emerging onto a high plateau of some sort only about 15 meters wide. From there they can see everything laid out before them and they slowly scan the area for signs of life. Then Sammuel cries out; "sir, bolster fire!" The others stop to listen and hear the last few shots from Du'un salvo.

"The question is," says Avatus, "who was shooting and who were they shooting at?" "It is the traitors sir," says Malrel, "I can sense them." "Very well. Brother Sammuel, how far away are they?" "Merely 10 minutes sir." "Then 12 minutes we shall have purged them. Move out!" The Angels descend from the plateau and head straight for the area where the shots came from.

Meanwhile Markus has broken off from the Sentinels during the retreat and now is making his way through the jungle towards the webway gate his brothers passed through only an hour ago. He emerges into the clearing to find the gate standing there unmolested and nothing else in sight. He moves forward and after a brief period of consideration charges head long into the portal. He comes out not where his brothers did. He is above the city instead of beneath it, on the balcony of some spire which has not yet fallen. He quickly heads for a set of steps which he can see away to his left and begins to head downwards. However while the outside of the spire is relitavly intact the inside is another matter. The stairs have fallen in and there are no working lifts of any sort. This forcesMarkus to climb down slowly and cautiously all the time on the alert plasma cannon hanging loosely in over his shoulders ready to be pulled quickly free.