Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131221150837/@comment-28917471-20140121175416

OOC: OK people! My turn! Oh and Danny... you should put up the title of the RP, it's been in progress for too long. And I'm almost done slaughtering your marines at the Bastion-Sector... one more thing, LOS and Sanguinior, what is this key that you're keep talking about?

IC: The deafeted Haemonculi was lying on the ground, as his body was slowly healing from his deadly wounds. Suddenly a Raider-skimmer enters one of the Blasted holes of the wall, it spots the body and lands near it. 7 wracks and 2 grotesque step on the ground, the final figure who steps of the Raider holds his Liquifier-gun in his right hand, and wears his scissorhand in his left hand. He looks extremely angry, but he is a patience person, who knows how to control his mood.

?: Tell me child... wear did the person who is responsible for this, have gone to?

The parilized Haemonculi points in one direction with his finger...

The figure takes the throat of the deafeted Haemonculi and lifts him up.

Gruemeneal: Phalerch! You worthless sack of Flesh and bones! Do you know how much you owe me?!And after that I had you promoted to the rank of Haemonculi! This is how you reapy me!?

Phalerch: Please forgive me, Master! I thought that I could take down the human! But he was one step ahead of me...

Gruemeneal: One step ahead of you?! Maybe I should take you 5 steps backwards, and let you becomemore my wrack again. The useless slave that you used to be... or even better... put you inside my Talons pain engine... I'm short on slaves...

Phalerch: No! Please Master! I will do whatever ever it takes!

Gruemeneal: Of course you will, child... find my laboratory, and take my Talons pain engines to finish off the Marines, that Tahril is currently fighting, use this Raider to get there faster...

Phalerch: Yes Master!

Phalerch gets on the Raider, and 2 wracks are standing by his side.

Gruemeneal: Those two gentlemen shall escort you to my laboratory... now move!

The Raider flew off, and only Gruemeneal and his 5 wracks and his two gigantic grotesque were standing beside him.

Gruemeneal: Well then... where did my little mon-keighs go? Come out, come out whenever you are...

Gruemeneal and his retinues started to walk the halls, searching for their unfortunate victims.

Meanwhile... In the Bastion-Sector... The Sentinels made their last stand, as less then 100 marines were still fighting the Dark Eldars. The Raiders have found it harder to push the humans then before. One could say that the more casualties the Marines took, the harder they fought. Still, without any aid, it would be just a matter of time before they would fall before their conquers...

At the Wrathwind-Sector, the Marines started to lose enormous number of their brethren, without the support of thunderhawks, the Marines were destined to lose against Tahril's forces. The Dak Eldars aircrafts were assaultin the Marine's positions. and the Marines couldn't defend themselves effectively against those aircrafts. The human's and the Dark Eldar's Starship's fought between each other as if a wild storm was tearing the ground apart. The Dark Eldars continued to make the boarding actions, and take as many slaves as possible. The battle continues...