Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140213035252/@comment-28917471-20140217215135

OOC: Ok... The situation is getting rather interesting... and Danny, I wouldn't advice Wartev to touch the Judgement... unless you want to lose Wartev and the Weapon...

IC: A Hierarch and his human-pet have entered the Vect's Throne room, he has kneeled before the City's Overlord and rose, the slave was walking on his hands and legs.

Vect: Azros... I'm sorry to hear about your's brother's demise. Kyler was one of my Loyalist Hierarchs... to be killed by a Psyker... There is no more shameful act that can befell on a Dark Eldar. You must retrieve that honour... With the blood of your enemies. For a long time you have held the rank of Dracon and led your Trueborns in numerous successful Raids in the realspace. Now it is time to take the battle to the enemy. Take whatever the Forces your brother have left, and head to the Factories Sector. My agents are reporting that the humans have almost Conquered the Sector. They must have convicted themselves by now that the Sector is in their hands, show those humans my power...

Azros: As you wish, Supreme Overlord... I'll avenge my Brother's blood... They shall regret for entering the Webway...

Vect: Azros...

Azros: Yes my Overlord?

The Incubis who was standing next to Vect took the Husk Blade that was on the table, walked towards Azros, and gave the Blade to the newly appointed Hierarch...

Vect: This is all what was left of your Brother, use it kill those that have challenged my authority and those that are responsible for your'service brother death...

Azros: I will, my Overlord... I will...

With the last words, Azros have left the Palace. As a new Hierarch,  he was given the authorety over his brother's Forces, he have gathered them, and took a shortcut tunnel to the Factories Sector...

Meanwhile... In the Factories Sector...

A lone big Raider grave-Craft was drifting above the ground, the garve-craft was surrounded by the mists, but it wasn't escorted by it own forces, not that it was seen... it's passengers were importent people...

Three Archons were on it, each of them was escorted by their strongest Trueborn bodyguard.

Nephail: It should be possible...

Artyx: You're a fool Nephail, if you think that they will believe our offer...

Talath: We must try, at least...

Artyx: They are too sure of themselves... They won't accept our offer...

Nephail: Let's agree to disagree... They aren't normal mortals... They will consider our offer...

Talath: Soon we shall find out, if we are dealing with a savages or diplomats... Rider! Stop here...

The three Archons got off the Raider.

Talath: Activate the field...

The device was activated and the figures moved in...

Soon... The Marines scouts of the Sentinels met some shadowy figures, their bodies were covered in the mists, they have introduced themselves...

Talath: Greetings strangers...We aren't your enemies... and we are not armed, we only came here for Parley... We may seem as your sworn enemies, but we have the common foe. Would you lead us to your leader so he could hear our offer?

OOC: Come on Danny... It will be interesting, I promise that I won't kill nobody. I just want to talk... let those guys talk with the Sentinels officers at least...