Switching to the vox net Caphen spoke to his squad. "I like it no more than you brothers. But we do not have eyes on nor do we have the means to close distance without being torn apart." The Chemosian wondered if they were in the trees and tried to spot them for a well placed grenade. "Be prepared brothers. This insult will not go unpunished." OOC: if they attack Caphen will throw his incindiary grenade at them in the trees
"I know brother.... I know.... Patience shall reward us, for it is a virtue we are capable of following." Elijah responded, not looking back at Isaiah but scanning the area instead, trying to pin-point the origin of the aliens.
<Jungle Ruins> @DeranVendar @Uriel1339 @Avenging-Angel @Vulpas @Grall_Stonefist @EvicusDasan1 @Casavay @matt23 "So the first action you did as a Sergeant was lower your weapon?" Rylanor growled back into the vox, making sure these interlopers didn't hear him, "I just hope it'll prove to be a good decision in the end." As he spoke, there was a commotion in the nearby tall grass, couple of clicks and clangs and a figure emerged, wearing long green robes and a cloak that obviously helped him with his concealment. He carried a long rifle in his hands and a slender blade on his hip etched with strange runes. Despite his face being half-covered by a hood, there was no mistaking those wide black eyes, utterly alien, hid a deep intellect of a race on the verge of being extinct. "I apologize for my friend's rude behavior," the tall eldar spoke on slightly better low gothic, "I am Da'hirl Swiftwind, if you please, follow me. You are being expected." He said in quite friendly tone and turned around, beckoning the marines to follow. At the same time around their party a number of green-armored eldar with strange insectoid helmets and armed with chainswords broke their cover, to Caphen and Isaiah looking as if they appeared out of thin air since they were only few feet away from them when that happened and would've easily caught them by surprise if the battle was to be done. There were six of these aliens but undoubtedly more of their lot hid in the trees. OOC since you were friendly I'll push us a little bit forward and assume you played along. Eldar who called himself Da'hirl led them towards the ruined ziggurat and up the steps while the other group of aliens stayed close around them, as if herding them and making sure nothing was to happen. As they walked up, they saw strange glyphs and markings on the ruin's walls, pictograms of giant reptilian beasts and saurian creatures dominating most of them, the place obviously a place where the lizardmen from the swamps had some say in building it, although other than the markings no other sign of those creatures was visible. They didn't see any more eldar until they reached the top floor, where Da'hirl told them to stop and wait a bit in front of a tower-like structure that took the main place on the floor. The top floor was also surrounded by walls and they saw a couple of eldar in the same outfit as their guide standing guard on them, aiming at them with their long rifles. The suspense was clear but the situation changed when a number of figures emerged from the tower, all of them from the same alien race. A number of eldar warriors wearing blue armor with high-crested helms and armed with a combination of some sort of rifles as well as pistols and glimmering power blades, ten to be precise, stood guard around another figure who looked completely different. She was wearing long black clothes with a strange rune in the center of it while a staff made of dark wood topped with colorless crystals was held firmly in her hands. Her hair was dark red, the color of blood, and her eyes shined with shackled power. "Greetings noble sons of Fulgrim," she spoke in perfect gothic, which was a good change from the last two aliens who butchered the tongue. "I bid you welcome to Lliarialyion. My name is Analea and you couldn't have come in a better time. The skeins of fate showed me your arrival will bring great destruction for the ones seeking to despoil this place, but much to my surprise you will also bring good to us all. I thanked Isha for such small mercy but I must say thank you for this, or at least if that is the choice you have made?" she asked as if they already knew the question, but as if realizing this she chuckled. "Ah, foolish me, I forgot you have no gifted ones among you." "Then heed these words and decide your next action - the signal you obviously picked up with your crude technology was broadcasted unintentionally for you to find. Let us say the...instrument has malfunctioned and we were unable to repair it. However you are not the only one who heard the call and others are coming as well. As we speak, they are already inbound to this temple and it is only a matter of time before they reach it. They are the death incarnate, the killers on the cold winds, coming here to ruin everything we hold dear and know that they will not make any exceptions. So I beseech you - let us stand together and drive this enemy away. Only in unity can we truly end up victorious!" OOC: Friendly forces: Champion Rylanor 17 HP with the banner up, 2 Emperor's Children marines. As long as the banner is standing, each of you who are in the range of it have +1 on all your actions. HP: Elijah: 10 Isaiah: 14 Davian: 10 Hadrian: 13 Denatus: 15 Theo: 13 Caphen: 13 Arnock: 10
Caphen kept replaying the quip from Rylanor over and over in his mind. Being irked more and more. "Brother Rylanor, are you of the World Eaters? Shall we solve every problem with a frontal assault?" Caphen asked with much sarcasm in the vox. The acting Sergeant heard the aliens request and looked to Rylanor, as if to say it was the veteran's call.
"What enemy? are you talking about xeno." Theo asked wondering if for a moment the xeno was talking about there allies the Iron hands. Theo would not fire upon the Iron hands at a xenos request. Though a part of his mind wondered for a moment why the xeno did not just deal with enemy themselves, and the other part wondered what challenge lay if they fought the other enemy If it would prove a better challenge then these xenos.
It took every ounce of Davian's self control to keep from trembling with pure rage. So much dishonor heaped upon one mission, to submit before a xenos on top of having his Aquila shattered it was almost too much. This alone was well enough to fail them in the eyes of their father and legion at large. "Suffer not the xeno to live." Thought came readily and only thing stopping Devastator from opening fire was a counter-thought. "Obey. " Orders were orders, yet would he really face censure for carrying out their calling as laid down by the Emperor himself versus that of a fledgling Sergeant? It was too late though his brothers were laying down weapons and to fire now would put them all at needless risk. Instead his weapon lowered since there was no real point in dropping it considering that it was bound to his ammo pack. Trusting, nay, knowing he could lift it in time to fire if needed Emperor's Child stood there training his senses in on surroundings attempting to pick out enemy locations, an incendiary grenade ready to be swept in hand while armored ammunition pack silently withdrew its standard bolts and fed Dragonfire into place ready to light things up. "I'm starting to turn into a Salamander aren't I? " As they began their march into uncharted waters surrounded by the enemy his hatred practically radiated off of him more so than the rest. Upon seeing some sort of enemy leader he considered opening fire at last, play upon the eerie calm that had settled over tense moments leading up to this meeting. For one reason or another though he stayed his hands watching over their foe like a hawk, as if he wasn't the pseudo-prisoner here. Come 'warnings' end Davian had been set to start inciting war when Theo spoke up and an altogether more devious plan came to mind. "If they aren't speaking of our Brothers it might be worth taking advantage of the extra guns. "Despite being absolutely ignorant of the enemies penchant for mind reading it wouldn't be difficult for even his less gifted kin to pick out the desire to turn upon erstwhile allies as soon as the job was done. Expecting, and indeed, counter on them to do the very same at first opportunity. Grenades: Krak, Incendiary Ammunition: Kraken, Dragonfire
"First of all, Alien Female. Where are our brothers of the Iron Hands? They look like us, but clad in silver. Instead of a wing they carry the symbol of a white hand. If you have harmed them, you better not expect mercy from us!" Elijah growled with a deep tone, taking a step forward, but still standing behind Caphen. Perhaps he was the only one who actually cared about the fact that there was no sign at all of their allies. And who needed these alien cowards to fight some other threat if they would have the combined forces of Iron Hands and Emperor's Children?! They had the great champion Rylanor on their side! And the Iron Hands indeed had a formidable leader as well. And all these forsaken aliens without any sense of battle spirit could come up with was this witch?! By the emperor were they lucky that Elijah had a sense of patience, self-control and brotherhood. OOC: Current Ammo & Stuff: - Melta Bomb - 2 Krak Grenades - 1 Stun Grenade - 1 Incendiary Grenade - 1 Frag Grenade - 1 Kraken Clip - 1 Dragonfire Clip - Unlimited Frag Missiles - Unlimited Krak Missiles - 1 Concussion Missiles (Anti-Building!) - 1 Stasis Missiles (Time-Trap!) - 1 Flakk Missiles (Anti-Air!)
Denatus would no longer take this, the foe had revealed themselves. Be it tricks and lies or them actually standing there dident matter, he was happy to know that the champion was on his side, and it dident taken much knowlegde to guess that the ever distructive foe was their ironhand cusins, they where a stubbern and unrelenting force. Surely these xenos where still very alert, but now was a good a time as ever. With a mental note, Denatus send a ping and location through the squards local vox, the small *explosive out* icon would pop up the helmets of everyone wearing them, a necesary ability to make sure ones allies wherent cought in the path of a destroyers weapons. His hand allready right beside his phosphex grenades, if they tried to move quixkly it would get them, if they stood still, it would get them. And then after the mental preperation, Denatus moved with the highest speed he could muster, the brothers stupid enough to throw down their weapons would just need to be fast aswell. A primed phosphex grenades flew towards where the eldar stood closest around their leader, she was priority, but as many as possible should die. Ooc: View: http://youtu.be/loA6JGY5Pl8
Elijah noticed the icon and directly shoved Isaiah (@Casavay ) away, towards Denatus and the exit, before running for it himself. The life of his brother counted more than his own, so he always lived. Who knew if he would make it out of this alive. But just in case he wasn't. He grabbed his Incendiary grenade and threw it primed right towards the witch. She was the leader, she had to burn like all witches needed to be put on a pyre and pay for the sin of witchcraft capabilities! OOC: Incendiary Grenade against Farseer Analea. And well..... RUN FOR MY FRAKKIN LIFE! OOC: Current Ammo & Stuff: - Melta Bomb - 2 Krak Grenades - 1 Stun Grenade - 1 Frag Grenade - 1 Kraken Clip - 1 Dragonfire Clip - Unlimited Frag Missiles - Unlimited Krak Missiles - 1 Concussion Missiles (Anti-Building!) - 1 Stasis Missiles (Time-Trap!) - 1 Flakk Missiles (Anti-Air!)
With a flood of adrenaline surging through him thanks to both desire to strike and stimulants injected through his armor Davian hoisted up his heavy bolter and let fly with an instant roar of heavy shot aiming to rip through the witch's body guard before they might fight back. Earlier loaded Dragonfire rounds would add a certain toasty kick to the whole lot of it as each shot detonated not with the usual explosive force but instead into clouds of flame that saturate even more of the enemy squadron. Looking for the nearest piece of cover he begins taking steady, smooth steps away from their foe so he isn't sitting out in the center without cover. "Callus called the Iron Hands the barbarians but look at us! Is this united purpose, really? We truly are a shame to the legion. " OOC: Heavy Boltering at Dire Avengers w/ Dragonfire rounds.
