Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131029180938/@comment-14745711-20131102090643

OOC: Du'un if you lose your body to Watev you are so dead. Remember that body belongs to one of my men so try not to defile it too much please.

IC: finally orbital fire commences and the Dark Eldar are engulfed in a torrent of flame. However this only strikes in a few places and the Dark Eldar press on, the assault only lessened a little by the heavy fire. However it is enough for Avatus to lead several frontal assaults to retake some of the neighbouring spires and better secure their position. "Any response from the Sentinels?" He asks the communications controller as he renters the HQ as if he was coming in from the rain not a hail of shots. "No sir, none." "Dam it. Try the Sayain Knights, we can't win this alone, there are too many of them."

OOC: I would greatly appreciate it if some one would help me!

IC: Tantibus watches as Sindri is thrown to the ground by the shadow daemon and Robert looms above him roaring sending out tongues of warp fire. Tantibus then rises to his feet and wanders idly still munching on popcorn between the struggling figures. He eventually comes to where Wartev stands also eating popcorn.

"Hello there, I just thought I complement you on your very fine work. I hope you don't mind if I put in a few creations of my own do you?" Several tendrils black with green pulsing veins on them burst from the ground and grab hold of Du'un hurling him into the air and a fanged mouth appears from the ground saliva running off it into the sand.

"Not bad, don't you think?" Tnatibus smiles and leans against a nearby wall.