Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140609000528/@comment-24081662-20140706231229

OOC:ok, thats fine.

IC: Behind Javier, a dark figure emerges from the ashes of smoking craters from chryllite artillery. While the Chryllites form a defencive perimeter, the figure picks up a marine with one hand and casually tosses him over his shoulder.

out of the shadows, the figure in midnight cloaked, abandons the shadow wrapped around his frame.

Before Javier's eyes, he seems to shrink back down to standard Kizaurun height- Still eight feet tall. His scales are not the iridium standard of Kizaurun, but are instead black and scorched, edged in red, like magma and ash. his eyes have a dull red glow, piercing the gloom just barely.

His armor is rusted and dark, and seemingly in tatters. The only possesion he has which is not ruined, is a small dark blue crystal, vividly contrasting with everything else he has. He slowly draws an Aerkhim (Similar to a halberd, but designed to be used in one hand and more adaptable.) from behind his back and gives a small smile.

???: My name is Dyrxaend. Who are you?