Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140210200623/@comment-14745711-20140216003802

OOC: I never said anything was destroyed.

IC: the sorcerer recovers with surprising speed and blasts Kakarot, sending him flying into the opposite wall, leaving his own impression. Then, the sorcerer tries a different tequnice. Kakarot suddenly feels something probing at his mental shields, before a sharp pain shoots through his head. He quickly blocks out he assault, and drives off the attacker, but something has been left behind.

The marines have now reached for their weapons and are pointing them at the invader. Kakarot espies his weapons in the far corner of the room, but the sorcerer is between him and them.

Elsewhere, Dagorekh has cut a hole in the metal door and has entered the room. What he finds is not what he was expecting. The room is long with a table which is almost equally long taking up the centre of the room. Rarakh is sitting in the middle of the table, holding something in his hands which looks like a kind if crystal. He looks up and stares the Overlord in the eyes. He has now removed his helmet, and his skin is as black as the void of space. His eyes however, are like pits of fire.

"You want to know why we came here?" The voice is carried to Dagorekh's audio receptors, despite the fact that Rarakh's mouth is not moving. Dagorekh hesitates, then; "yes".

"We revived a signal from an artefact on this system's fourth world. We knew that that signal would only activate when the artefact was exposed to a civilisation advanced enough, to threaten us."

"Should I be pleased about that?"

"Quite possibly. Your species has the capability to rise to ultimate dominance in this galaxy, and eventually beyond it. That we cannot allow."

"Who is we?"

"We are the Children of Hatred, we are the Sons of Malice, we are the Legion of Anarchy, we are the Lords of Fear. We are Malice, and we are Timor. And you, will all burn!"