Post by vagabond6 on Aug 28, 2010 15:09:36 GMT
(ah, fluff wise, he is actually correct. being as insane and insightful as i, the dark eldar do it right. They revel in torture and causing pain to their victims. now, bodies can only take so much pain before giving up and dying. a dead corpse isn't as fun as a wiggling live one. An escaped slave from commoragh described haemonculi torture as being bought to the very brink of death only to be bought back right to perfect health. Making you suffer longer as you were just pulled from the pain releasing grip of death. I R TEH Fluff mister.!!!!111!)
OOC: actually some parts of the ordo hereticus do the same. could you guys slow down the posting a bit so I stand a chance of catching up when I get back.
hmmm, I'll post a bit more... here we are tubbs, someone blue...
IC: Tunrael sat in the corner of the room, tapping floating data-panes suspended above his gauntlet. He had been searching the subnet layers and recent data transmissions for any sign of astropaths. The IM needed one on board their ship. So far he had found three possibilities within a reasonable distance. Two he had already reasoned were likely dead, the other would be had to find but more probably alive. The orks had destroyed much of human society on the planet, and unusually for them had taken the world slowly. they had not done a big invasion to capture the whole lot, they were conquering parts and moving on. this way they could make bases and gather supplies as they went. The orks plans were going well and much communication had been cut off. But then the Dark eldar found that there may be powerful technology beneath the surface and have been mounting increasing invasions to get a foothold. The IM had received challenge calls from the orks and pleas for help from the humans still alive. He had tracked these and matched them to possible locations of the warp-talkers. He had sent messages to the human resistance bases possibly harbouring the psykers he needed. he was waiting for a reply. it had been three hours so far. Ravenous was on guard outside, occasionally shooting a shape coming through the trees. Tun had been rather insular since he had killed that Kommando. some sort of rage had consumed him. it worried him.
The door burst open to reveal a beast clad in black, a silver skull for a face. eyes of fire and hatred. But not hatred for them it seemed. He carried Kali over a shoulder.
"Who are you? put her down!" Tunrael weakly tried to assert himself. The Thing let kali go and she limply stood and walked over to the others. Ken drew a stub revolver.
"D-don't, he saved me... I think... I don't feel much better but from the look of things I'm not dead." said kali in the new arrival's defence. The daemonic visage at the door grunted and then violently shook itself. It nearly collapsed but pulled itself together. It tried to form words but failed. Flexing it's clawed hand and twitching it's head slightly it recovered. In a gruff voice that Tun assumed was not often needed the thing said
"C... Craraaghrrrr... combat stimms ... wearing ... off." from within the helmet came a metallic chittering as the last of it was broken down in his system. "I am Bloodfire." it said "What is my purpose?" with this the eversor (or what used to be an eversor, thought Tun) cocked it's head, it's firey eyes imploring and empty.