Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140202070935/@comment-14745711-20140210085439

OOC: Ordi- whatses? And the halberd is still in your hand Talik, I just stopped it from hitting me.

IC: as Zein progresses onwards, they find that their path lies across a narrow walkway, over a very deep pit, below which can be seen high leaping flames. But this is the only way to their destination, so they must cross over. However, they are only half way across when the entrance behind them is covered over by a wall of infected flesh mixed metal. The group turns around breifly but seeing their way backwards is blocked they try to rush forwards to the other side before their way forwards is blocked. But a small section of the walkway falls away and two men fall screaming, still invisible into the flames below. The group backs away, but the walkway slowly continues to collapse, gradually closing the gap. After all, the ship is alive, and it dosen't want them there.

With Jareled's group things are slowly beginning to become more dangerous. Marines are encountered almost every minute, they are clearly aware of the presence of hostiles on board the ship, and are searching. So far though, they have had no luck. But physicics are appearing more and more frequently now, and twice the group has been forced to eliminate a patrol to avoid discovery. They eventually reach the anti-chamber for the Void shields (I think that's what they were after). But there is a problem, the room is guarded by a greater daemon.

The great white wyvrens like creature is sitting, filling all the chamber. Its head is black, and its wings are pale grey, with black around the edges, like the spines down its back. Venom has pooled around its head like drool, and its eyes are a gleaming yellow. The stench hits them as they enter the room, the smell of death. The daemon looks up as soon as they enter and they don't doubt for a moment that it can see them. The group scrambles back as the daemon leaps forwards, warp fire and burning acid belching from its mouth. One of the men is evicerated by the slashing fangs and rest of the group retreat back into the hallway. As they reach the hallway, four lesser daemon serpents drop down from the ceiling where they had conceled themselves. The kill-squad was surrounded by superior foes, who would not die easily, and their cloaks, were no use.