Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140116053219/@comment-14745711-20140201064550

OOC: the clock is ticking, I suggest you all prepare. By the way, the battle you are about to go through is nothing compared too the sieges of Ragnarok. Those will be epic when we finally get to them.

IC: the Necrons dispatch their forces to the appointed areas, and arrive within an hour of their setting out time. The warriors prepare their entrentchments. And on Tyranus VI the main army under the command of the Phaeron is preparing for the coming assault on the planet. Tyranus VI is almost guaranteed to hold, but the Phaeron still refuses to provide Dagorekh with reinforcements, claiming that this would be a better test than he had hoped.

Dagorekh waits upon the bridge, dressed in his battle armour (like on the upgraded lord on Dark Crusade, except shining gold). Cortekh appears, now fully recovered and dressed in similar armour which is emerald green. "How long now?"

"2 hours now. All forces are prepared, I had best attend to my own positions."

Cortekh turns and leaves the room, but before he goes through the door Dagorekh turns around. "Cortekh, you know what comes after this, even if we survive?"

"Yes, I do."

"You don't have to go through it you know."

"Yes, yes I do. It is my honor to serve the position appointed. Besides, I wouldn't abandon a friend." Cortekh exits the bridge and Dagorekh turns back to the view out into space, starring into the void.

"Who am I now? Where will I go, what could I possibly try to do after this?" He continues to stare out into the darkness, his hollow eyes showing no emotion.