Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140301201100/@comment-14745711-20140311210312

OOC: sure thing Talik.

IC: Rarakh scowls angrily at the three enemies, then charges, warp fire belching from his mouth and seemingly from his very skin. His hammer smashes into the ground and a huge explosion shakes the room. The Daemon prince sends his enemies flying, but by now he is terribly wounded and while he has done extensive injury to his foes, he recognises that he cannot win.

"Bazbarekh sha folok, mek va nomen! We will meet again!" A great rush of black smoke surrounds Rarakh as he is torn, from the fabric of reality. Intense pain scorches through the three warriors and suddenly Dagrekh has a realisation. He sees a planet far away, encircled by a ring of destroyed star ships and small asteroids. Something, calls to him, there is a secret buried deep. Typhonia!

Across the system over half of the chaos troops are engulfed in a similar way to Rarakh, and the remainders quickly retreat or are killed. The same goes for the ships, a huge number of them vanish away while the others pick up as many marines as they can before fleeing. The battle is over.

OOC: okay I'm in a bit of a rush, but now, you may want to start on your wrap up things.