He heard the cry of the female Guardian as Zeth was trying to decouple one of the pods.He turned toward the collapsed arch-rubble and saw some sort of bright energy pulse piercing throught the rubble-material.He wondered if they were Eldar or their darker kin.Then he heard the laughters and painful moans exhulted as if in pleasure.It was confusing to say at least...but it was crystaly clear who was the origin of the voices... "By the Omnissiah...they work quick."said Zeth as he pulled out the last cable from its socket of the pod.He rose and observed the room... ...four pods...this will be tought... Zeth stoped for a second...examining his own motives and emotions.Why would he care if the Dark Eldar got their hands on these wounded Eldar?Its just minus few xenos in the galaxy...humanity wouldnt be any better for it...nor worse.Yet he felt a tingle of something as he remembered a face of a particulary...esteticly appeasing...Eldar.He saw her not long ago...walking away from the bridge (ooc:lets see if certain someone reads my posts ).He was stunned by the aliens beauty...yet never was he so greatly upset as that very moment. He walked over to one of the Guardians...he presumed female: "Xerah-El...you and Zonid will take one pod each.We must transport them throught the passage.I shall decouple the last two and man them myself out of the harms way.My augmentations should be enough for such pushing."said Zeth as he decoupled last of the pods. "Are you ready...Guardians?"said Zeth as he stood up facing the Eldar as one of his mechadendrite wrapped itself around one of the pods.As a metallic serpernt ready to strike at its prey!
OOC:Architect controled Eldar at the moment..namely Xeral-El and Zonid.Why do you ask? (dont take `em from me *puppy eyes*)
<Architect> A cough, the mind unable to contain it and preserve the body at ease. Aranethyr's eyes opened and smiled through bloodied teeth - a youthful and irreverent gesture. A crystallized hand reached one of his brother's. "Zyr..." Another cough threatened to overcome the Seer, so he fell quiet. A breeze enveloped those present, and Aranethyr's presence could be felt in every single capable mind in the dome. ...This is not my grave. And this is not the end of our fateful struggle. Come next cycle, the Anam Alqethir will still stand. Rise with me, my kin, to battle! (OOC: So... I can't delay the end of this fight any longer. I was kind of saving another new member for the great finale, but he went missing last week. :/ )
((OoC: Kholivaz is knocked out, your precious Craftworlders are safe, Nino! More late night curiosity!))
<Ishas Shield> "The Farseer!" Ohreej exclaimed as if sensing his near death, the three guardians bursting out now in complete sprint. Mereen directly behind him, followed by their last and rather quiet fellow, Trykasil. The three had to run quite a way to get where they were needed, the fighting growing louder the closer they got toward the bridge. There eventually they saw the brave and insane stand of the Anams Watchers. Without any further haste and words, they leaped over some corpses, took cover and fired with their Shuriken Pistols upon various targets. It was obvious that they were bad in marksmanship, but they wanted to save those they cared for! They needed to fight! They were required to aid their brothers and sisters, they were Anamnialocians after all! "FOR ARANETHYR!" Mereen roared, rushing forward - Grabbing a Chainsword from a fallen Storm Guardian and running further on. Trykasil growled and grabbed a Shuriken Catapult from a fallen sister nearby - being reminded of his twin, he took aim and delivered a salvo of deadly shurikens straight into the head of a Comorrite. "THAT IS FOR MY SISTER!" Ohreej on the other hand saw a warlock in the midst of the fight. Sensing the terrors of his mind, he ran up to him - having dropped his Shuriken Pistol. "WARLOCK! Get out of there!" The Eldar Guardian exclaimed, with each step coming closer feeling more and more terrified of his aura, but he would not dare let him get consumed by whatever befell him! "WARLO~! AAAHHHH!" His voice turned into a scream of agony as a blade out of nowhere ripped his entire left arm off, a clean vertical cut. Ohreej fell down to his knees, crying and screaming in nothing but agony. His eyes went up to his Dark Cousin that was about to behead him when shurikens sliced through the Comorrite, in his face - bringing him to fall in front of Ohreejs eyes which were filled with tears, fear and agony as he continued to scream - filling the halls with pain.
[OOC 1: Thank you! *bows* I am very happy it was so well recieved 2: *trying to work out who was on the bridge and female Eldar* 3: Exactly what one does would depend on the Path started, but so far as I recall from Codices - though the mechanics are never explained - it says something like "should the Eldar return and take up the Path again all former misdeeds are forgotten" - you get to start over. I mean I'd imagine people remember that you were once off the Path, there's probably a degree to which you have to prove your Pathliness, but it can be done and it is accepted.] The Ranger nodded, aware that he'd spoken for quite a long time. About himself, no less. But the revelations seemed to have been well recieved by the small band, and he didn't sense any of them were about to shun him as some Pathless reprobate. "I get a lot of time to think when I'm travelling," he murmured, turning the cooking food once more to give his hands something to do. "You're welcome, anyhow. There are some good people who've thrown in their lot with Arathenyr. Present company included." "Now I think the first of this is ready; who wants -" he paused, "unidentifed herbivore?"
(OOC: Female Eldar is an NPC by the name od Zyrah-El struggling to get the wounded out of the Chambers of Isha alongside Nurin, a male guardian and Evelyn. The ones at the crystal bridge were the slain keeper of the webway gate, a slain squad of wyches, and Exarch Veillon's Scorpions.)
OOC: That's what I figured, I guess Amriel will be having a conversation with the Farseer when he returns. <Amriel> "I shall try your cooking first, after all you tried my tea." With that, the Corsair grabs the herbivore and tears into it with a ferocity that would put an Ork to shame, after all, losing an arm and having a revelation in the same day is exhausting work!
OOC:If anyone was refering to this part of my post....then it has nothing to do with Architect controled female Guardian Eldar Zyrah-El. :3 PS:Sorry guys...wont be able to RP tonight for couple of hours. :3
