Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20141004143923/@comment-4948356-20141020145724

Sorry, thought this went through at 2 days ago...

OOC:

Actually, the 4 day limit needs to be agreed upon by all players before it is put into action.



Also, I'm extending the event timer for another 4 days.

In the meantime...

Where is everyone?



IC:

Above Ardent III...

As the battle turned in favor of the imperials, several of the UOV ships began to glow, runes all over the ships, such as the cruiser that led them. When it reached a point, a large portal appered infront of the ships, sending out huge balls of warp energy hurtling towards the imperial fleet...



On Durrel...

Two warhound titans move into the battlefield, charging the lines of the enemy...







<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Meanwhile...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Looking out over the vast port outside his palace, Vulutre stood expressionless. The utter millions that through themselves at his feet, wanting power, Pride, expanding their own agendas...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">He sighed. Was this the army he had wanted? He needed a vast army for what he was doing... but couldn't have just made more? To him, the warpforge marines were perfect for his entire military. With a normal CSM to lead a squad, they would be very effective... but between the thelican campaign, the EX:935 incident, and that damable Forgotten legion especially (The Hurberk incident), He had lost the billions that had taken so long to cultivate. Of course he could make more... but with the forge taxed as it was, keeping his entire army fully supplied and keeping the vast amount of khornes power, He could no longer make them en mass. Now... now his army was filled with the very things that he had despised... the Countless number of human cultists, forsaking their beilefs to join him. Very few have become true devotee's, Fully understanding his true teachings... and few ever would. But to keep these numbers he had to act like a god... the very thing he despised.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">As he began to lose himself to his thoughts again, he heard the overly loud creak of his of his study's door. He remeberd that he had ordered that every door of his fortress would open as loud as possible, and it had stopped at least twelve would-be assassins, fifteen wanna-be usurpers, and at least one 'hero' person that couldn't seem to recall, from sneaking through the fortress. Not that it was necessary... but maybe he still held some setiment for the old fortress at sentinel...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">He quickly banished the thought. He had a guest, and non-other than Wartez. He must have an update on the Invasion...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "My lord, like we predicted, the is a large amount of resitance, mainly from the four legions that serve the four exculsivly. However, without their god the world eaters comming apart at the seams, its increasing difficult to tell who is leading them as they keep dying from their own men. Additionally, it seems parts of the legion are starting to believe you have becomem khorne, and that you are the one worthy of worship."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "HA!"

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">He laughed, attempting to hide his distaste and anger.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "The Emperors children are resiting, but we have not had any major engagments yet. The thousand sons have yet to show their hand... something that we expected, but its still disturbing."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "And what of our main enemy? The death guard..."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "They seem to have caught some information about our plan, maybe they were able to deduce at least the end goal, but the result is the same. They have begun an active campaign against to few planet's we've taken in the northern sector of the eye. They've come in force and are fighting fiercly, but our own forces have been holding their own. However, we have not been able to advance in that sector."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "And what of the eastern sector?"

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "We have met stiff resitance from various warbands, including an imperial guard regiment."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "Seriously?"

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "Yes my lord. Perhapes the black flower in the golden garden has bloomed..."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "Yes, that does seem the most likely..."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "We have not had much progress on all three planets, but Primus's fleet will soon arrive and the Forge world soon. Additionally, commander Hevavor has taken command of the first fleet, following of the death of the previous commander. Their is also unconfirmed reports of EX:935 from Kathalon as well."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "I see... and what of the meddelers?"

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "Their has been no contact with any form of the forgotten legion or its abysall sorcerors at this time... and that is what worries me."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "Indeed... Anything from Wartew?"

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "His hunt for the them has yielded no results..."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "I see... have him keep looking for them..."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "Yes my lord... and what of the eastern front?"

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Vulture: "Prepare a fouth fleet, send it to which ever planet needs the most support."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Wartez: "Undestood sir..."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">With that, wartez leaves the study, as vulture delves back into his own thoughts...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Where was his most annoying opponent? Was he waiting for something? In hindsight, he did not think much of the sorceror's potential to move against him... something he had regreted since the darksun incident. But he had wasted enough time on his own thoughts for now...

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">Looking down at his arm... he wondered if anyone had figured out the truth... but then dismissed the thought. After all, who would believe something like that would be possible to begin with...