A Restart, AKA: A New RP with our Old Characters (Post-Cadia, no Consortium)

Plus they have chainmail under the plates of armour.

Fyfian: IS EVERY ONE IS THIS GOD DAMN WORLD BATSHIT CRAZY! I give up...
*the remainder of the orks are rent apart*

The warriors vanish as soon as they appeared.
And they left something in the ground.

Fyfian: So what,we're dealing with some form of legion of the damned shiz... Doran go see what it is they left.
*doran goes to investigate*
OOC: He is a grunt igf you're planning anything nasty

It appears to be a archaic box, not old, but ancient in design.
It has a small dial on it, and a countdown timer.
There are 20 seconds remaining.

Doran: RUN
*Fyfian doesnt' even argue, the swords run in the opposite dirction to Doran, who throws the box away before following them*

10 seconds.

*judging the men to be a safe distance Fyfian turns and targets he box with his cannons, not opening fire yet.*

The countdown stops, the gradual ticking of mechanisms dying out.

*silence from the terminators*

OOC: going for the night, won't be available tomorrow

I can't do this at the moment... just found out fantasy is dead.

OOC: fantasy?

OOC he might be confused

OOC' he's not hte only one...

OOC well yeah because you're too

OOC: Could you please explain what he means by fantasy's dead? I have no idea..

Warhammer fantasy, the tabletop game.

A blue mist is seen floating around...

OH right. Wait are they stopping making fantyasy minatures?! or have they just shat all over the game again...

OOC: wait ortus are you taking part in this new thing, or was that for another storyline

OOC takin part

OOC: Aight.
IC: Fyfian:And now there's some ghostly shiz going on. Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. might as well just get a ouija board at this point

Footsteps can be heard behind you.

By the way, the stuff I did before I'm retconning

*Fyfian swivels around, Graius running (or as close to running as you can achieve in terminator armour) to his side*
Fyfian: reveal yourself. Are you friend or foe?

OOC: Alright cowmun

You turn to nothing... odd, you probably could have sworn you heard something.
You hear it again, this time followed by a splat.

*fyfian and Graius satnd back to back, all other terminators follow suit.*
Graius: SHOW YOURSELF

the splat is a single dead civilian, rent in two.

*fyfians assault cannons spin up, Graius tightens his grip on his axes*
Fyfian: reveal yourself foul forces.
*to Dorthan*
how long till that extract?

I rush forward, concealed in the mist, swinging once with my axe, cleaving a terminator in two.

FYfian: SHIT
*the terminators join into a group, each man watching another.*
Dorthan: Stormravens incoming, ETA one minute

a plasma shot scorches anothers helmet, leaving a bloody mess.

Fyfian: where the bloody hell are they!
*a stormraven comes scorching down low. the rear door opens and a terminator in librarian gear drops.*
Fyfian: Valerian, help us!
*meanwhile the ship goes flyng back up, awaitingy the rest of the squadron.*
*Valerian the librarian drops his head a second, before sending a blinding light p, illuminating the battlefield, as they search for the killer*
OOC: Wait, are you chaos or imperial?

OOC Renegade.

IC

A mist covers most of the field, ghostly blue in appearance.
"I leave you imperial dogs in peace, have fun spreading false words..."
The mist dissipates, the mist turning to a large puddle of blood.

*Fyfian sends a spurt of cannon fire at the mist, but it's too late.*
Fyfian: Bastard....
*The stormravens descend en masse and, once fully boarded, the mmarines jet back off to the strike cruiser in orbit*

OOC: Crap now Igotta think of something else to do

OOC yeeeep

A vox call comes in for Ortus.
+I know you... your like me+ says a voice, ancient and wheezy.

"Why would that be"

+I took the liberty to watch you, your struggles, your pain... the endless torment+

"Is that something you share, or is this wasting my time?"

"I know pain, and I know you want what I want; if your willing, I can offer you power"