Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140512214722/@comment-25068159-20140529041545

OOC: yay. I just love having my characters be systematically outclassed, underpowered, underestimated, then ignored. its exactly what I love to happen to them. Its not as if, oh, they were actually supposed to have any plot of their own or anything.

IC: Talik (who, btw, is completely seperate from the renegade chryllite (legion of dusk) forces) paces disturbed in the hull of the Archon, a pile of steaming, dead corpses next to him.

The door suddenly open and out walks three eldar and a cloaked prisoner.

Talik: is he suitably bound?

Eldar: yes, sire. He is barely even conscious at this point.

Talik: good. Is he coherent?

Eldar: no, sir. We thought it too dangerous.

Talik frowns, but then nods.

Talik: quite. A good decision, I reckon. So! he is in my presence now... loosen up the load. I can handle him.

The cloaked prisoner begins to look up slightly, and just below his hood the slightest glint of metal shines in the light.

The Chryllite spy hurries back up the elevator, reporting immediately to Numeax

Spy: yes, sir. Talik is onboard the ship, with a cloaked prisoner.

Numeax: Talik?!? on this ship? how is that...

Spy: he came onboard with one of the final landing parties to retreat to orbit, then killed them all except three. His prisoner is bound in some technological device as large as a wraithlord... The three guarding him were keeping him incoherent because they were worried about hi-

The spy is interrupted midsentence as a blast of black wind and pinkish-silvery glow illuminates the elevator.