Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131010234229/@comment-4948356-20131017195658

OOC: No one has any idea of how much I hate my labtop right now...

PS: Warning... may create... less than appealing images in your head...

IC:

The sentinels only continue to advance, cutting down the defenders left and right. Nearly two thirds of the entire sector was either destroyed, lay in ruin, or in sentinel hands. Whilst the several compinies dispatched to deal with the chaos forces on the ground were still in battle, they had a clear advantage over their chaos breathern in numbers alone.

Whilst reinforcments from the other sectors had tried to aid their besieged brethern, they were bogged down in nasty groundwars with the sentinels who, forseeing moves like this, had set up guard posts and defenses in several areas leading out of the sector, cutting down all who came.

Avian himself is preparing to join the front line...

With Grantis Beck and the other captured sentinels...

Beck and his marines finally wake... finding themselves stripped of armor and weapons. No surprise there... but what was surprising, were the two men across from them.... two very familiar sorcerors... (Sorry about this, but you guys haven't been around that much...)

Beck: "Alhendors Du'un... can't wait for you to wake up..."

With Wartev...

Skipping and twirling across the black stone once more, he comes across a VERY unlucky chaos marine who's power pack was cut... leaving him imobile.

Wartev: "OH HURRAY!"

He exclaims, and before the marine could react, his helmet was off as was wartevs own. He could only stare in horror as wartevs tounge started to roll out... longer and longer... until it sudden went into his own mouth, warping around his tounge before ripping it out, and swallowing it whole.

He did not even have time to scream before he had choked to death on the second one.

Once wartev had finished, he then procceded to use his staff to rewarp the marines body, then filled it with that same green energy.

Its armor now encased in flesh, the monstrosity stood again, its skin gone, pure muscle tissue and veins, pulsating and dripping blood every second.

Wartev constantly put his hand over it... carressing it softly and slowly...

Wartev: "Spread yourself my darling, bring life to your children, and make  l ord Anthraxk your true husband my dear... "

The monstrosity bounds off, intent on spreading itself, along with its own perverted desires for anthraxk...

OOC:

Just saying now... that it won't be pretty...