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OP AS OF NOW:

“Well, well well.” A slow clapping filled he Ears of Arihman. “My little Bishop has learned something.”
Arhiman stood up. He gawped at the sight in front of him, a lord of Change.
“Ye, I have taken this form, my true form would render you insane.”

Arhiman was still speechless.
“You know,” said Tzeentch. “you have failed me a lot recently, time to send you to a place to contemplate.”
Arhiman felt his knees go weak.
“Don’t think like that, Bishop.” Said the Changer. “I am not quite as barbaric as khorne, nor as perverted as my sister, nor as…hygienically disabled, as my other brother. I will not kill you.”

“Th-Thank you Lord Tzeentch” stammedred arhiman.
“God, now, bygone.” Tzeentch said, waving is hand.
After the sorcerer had been banished into the material, Tzeentch sized a hold of serval of the armies on the planet below him. It was not hard, some inter-dimensional travel later, he had deposited them somewhere, a bit shorter than normal.
Tzeentch leaned back.

“This should be good.” He said

(You scare me) i will post shortly.

“Reverse thrust and put her down on that large wooden surface!” Kalin ordered loudly over the roar of the Vendetta’s engines.
The flight turned tightly around the plant pot and swooped low over a discarded pile of magazines as they came into land on the coffee table. Kalin jumped out of his transport, followed by Veteran Squad Alpha. Two other vendetta’s followed them in and unloaded.
“Form a perimeter and keep your eyes peeled. I don’t know where we are, but we need to be careful.”
“Sir yes Sir” the three sergeants chorused, returning quickly to their respective units. The guardsmen formed up over magazine hill and began to scan the area for targets. The rest of the squadron touched down on a strange wooden platform with four legs and other, smaller platforms with a high bit at one edge and a smooth black surface on them, just at the other end of the room, and radioed in.

“Sir, I think I may have something.” One of the Thunderbolt pilots said.
“Yes? What is it?” Kalin replied.
“It’s this room sir, it is all set up facing towards that strange, thin thing with the black screen on it and the little light in the bottom corner. I think it must be some sort of temple to that object.” The pilot continued.
“Well, I suppose it could be. Take a valk and get a closer look.”
As the Valkyrie lifted off and flew towards the television, Kalin reached for his binoculars. The little red light sparkled as the aircraft approached; perhaps it was a signal of some sort. Kalin didn’t know, but he was determined to find out. It was massive whatever it was.

lakal was most confused. One moment he was stabbing a chaos marine in the groin, the next he and his entire armored strike force where formed up on a large wooden surface. His forces immediately got into defensive formations. The area they where on was large and looked easy to assault. He tapped his comm and spoke to his troops "move out, scout the area. If anyone has any idea as to what happened, contact me." A few wave serpent sped off. A vampire landed beside him "we can scout faster in this craft farseer" a crew member called. He climbed in and the craft took off.

They flew around for a while through many large and strange room's. They eventually came to a gleaming chrome and granite room with a large white machine which hummed softly. The vampire flew into a smaller side room. It was small compared to the other rooms and was shelved. These shelves where weighed down with large bags of food "This is an optimum position, call the force here"

A little while later the rest of the strike force arrived. The Eldar quickly built fortifications. They used large bags of dried food as earth works down on the floor, they also built stairs between the shelves they set up an anti aircraft position behind the earthworks and another defensive position covering the large door. This second position consisted of the Scorpion super heavy's. The food was handed out among the troops. The fire prisms and wave serpents of the force where ready as a mobile reserve against any assault on their position while the Vampires patrolled the large gleaming room.

Mark Norman (again, this is AU for the other one) pushed the covers off f his bed and stepped onto the wood planked floor of his bedroom, his mansion was a ‘gift’ from his grandparents, who had moved to a retirement community. The place was huge, remote and had a koi pond.
Mark Pulled on a bathrobe, stepped into his private bathroom and let the ot water run for a while.

Putting on a pair of fuzzy slippers, Mark tried to comb his unruly hair (Black) and straighten his glasses (lopsided) after scratching several parts of himself, he headed downstairs.
The main stairway was huge, immense, in fact, a large entrance hall which led to a fancy-ish dining room on the right, a living room on the left, and the back halls behind it.
Mark heard the sounds of ‘The Pacific’ come from the Library but did not bother to turn it off. He made note of it and went to his kitchen where he put a few English muffins in the microwave.
Leaving his breakfast to cool down, Mark headed for the Library and pushed the door open, hopefully his minis were not peeled from the heat of the fireplace while they dried…

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“Archon?”
“Yes?”
“The darkness of these tunnels provide mist excellent hunting aspects.”
Archon Sithus glared at his sub-oordinate and stared down the tunnels. They appeared to be a walkway on either side of a rushing river, a few shafts of light pocked through holes in the wall.
“Find us somewhere dry, Baeda.”
“At once, your Hurtyness.”

(Dark Elder: pipes)

"Deploy the Remoras. I want to know everything about this area immediately." The person who said this was, in fact, not Commander Coldwind. It was Shas'El Shi' Kovash of the Veteran XV8 team, known by his troops to be the one who was actually in charge of the tactical side of things. He handled everything that Aloh couldn't-which included all of the working with logistics and strategies. Although he was only of the Noble rank, his extraordinary tactical mind was the only reason Aloh had ever won a battle.
"Reconaissance complete. No intelligent lifeforms detected within 100 Tor'lek of our position. Suggested course of action would be to set up a field command beneath that large, wooden structure with what appears to be a soft plain of fabric on top. Earth Caste engineers also report recurring frequencies between that vehicle-sized object with the controls on it over there, and the large screen up against the walls of this cavern. We are very puzzled by the environment around here."

An hour later, and they had gathered much information about the room. The wooden structure resembled a massive 4-poster human bed, complete with scraps of dead skin and blood traces. The screen was some sort of large television, most likely designed for mass viewing, and was controlled by the massive "remote". A large chandelier hung from the cieling over a tor'lek (metre) thick red carpet. Other things around the room resembled pieces of human furniture. This infuriated Aloh. His entire contingent had disappeared mid battle, and then after a short trip through a giant purple sea they had ended up here. They couldn't find much food in the immediate environment and their previous supplies were gone. Usually when presented with a logistical problem he would call a meeting, say he needed to go to the toilet as soon as it started and then run of to kill something, hoping that when he returned the problem would have been resolved. However, there wasn't anything to kill that he could find and there was still a lot of scouting to do. "Ah, well." he thought. He could always roast a few Kroot.

(briliant post, as always, trollpie, also, any other PCs will start outside.)

The large door of the room swung slowly open and a massive form entered. Dressed like a human, but bigger than an imperator titan, this thing was huge. It began to walk towards the table, arms outstretched towards the guardsmen.
“Target acquired, radio orbital support craft, we need the big guns.”
“Yes sir,” The vox operator replied, “Battlefleet, this is the 1st Combined, we need orbital strikes on these coordinates now! Large creature, bigger than a titan inbound on our position.”
He ran of a string of numbers to the commander of the strike cruiser, and waited for the barrage of light to come.
He scanned the skies, nothing was happening, why not?
Suddenly, he spotted it. Hovering over the creatures left shoulder was a battlecruiser, but much smaller than usual.
(OOC: They are BFG size)
Tiny pinpricks of light spat out from the ship, down towards the creature, burning the hairs on his gargantuan neck.
“FIRE, FIRE, FIRE! BRING IT DOWN!” Kalin ordered to all his units, he didn’t know what this creature was, but it didn’t seem friendly.
A massive barrage of fire zoomed out from the guard units, missiles, laser and solid projectiles all flew towards this creature’s huge form.

Storm Vanaheim gathered every commander around him, while he analyzed the situation. It seemed that there was a large sort of castle in the distance.
Several scout parties had already been sent out and they came back with various reports. Some reported that there were other humans in the area, while others spoke of Xenos in the distance. Right now they weren't in a good position. If they could arrive at the fortress in time, they might be able to find themselves in a good position.
"Alright you lt, saddle up, we're moving out of here!"

Mark saw the tiny missiles fly off of the table, las blast from the matelpice and bolters from the recliner.
“AAAUUGHGH!”
Mark flung himself towards the fireplace and picked up a firepoker, he flailed it at a rapidly closing Chimera, witch was flung to the side of the room.
Mark grabbed the miniature cruiser and ran for the double doors into the living room, he felt the lascannons scorch his palm as he slammed the doors shut.
Before they closed, however, he flung the poker overarm at a valkeriy and sent it crashing off the table.

Mark dropped the cruiser out of his hand and stomped on it, smashing the pieces to bits.

Running upststairs, he had a hard time believing what he saw, they looked like Guard, but they couldn’t be… Aliens!
Mark found a rubber-band gun in a drawer and inched for the library door, the sounds of the minis picking themselves up and accounting for the battle could be heard through the door.
Cocking the novelty, Mark opened the door just a fraction and pocked it in, he sited the command squad and pulled the trigger.

TWANG.

"We're beaming the video feed from the scouts' helmets to your HUD, commander." Simple tasks like this, Coldwind could attend to. He watched with disinterest as the feed from the Pathfinder's helmet cams danced across a display on the inside of his suit. The first La'rua was investigating a room severel hundred tor'lek away, with high humidity and multiple giant ceramic statues, or possibly buildings. Pathfinder scouts in the area reported an odd smell outside the Devilfish. Traces of animal waste and more dead skin cells-an estimated 31 times larger than those of a Tau-were also found, leading them to believe a group of large creatures may have settled here.
The second La'rau had ventured out of one of the large holes high up in the cavern's walls. Orca dropships (if it's OK with you Ineptus could I have a few Orcas?) carried them over a large cliff, one of the highest on their databases, in to a freezing cold outdoor area, blanketed with thick snow and treacherous ice. What they found was deeply puzzling. It was snowy and below freezing outside, meaning the cavern must be heated by some device or natural formation. Furthermore, the cavern was actually more of a building, completely hollow and above ground. It showed unmistakeable markings of being formed by sentient beings- most likely Humans.

The third La'rau had gone down a set of short cliffs, approximately 5 tor'lek high, carpeted thickly in red. A giant, crystalline structure hung from the ceiling with several fires burning on it. They were still investigating this area when the fourth La'rau ran ahead- and in to trouble.
Scans had detected hundreds of heat signatures- lifeforms and vehicles- and a single massive one. Sounds of fighting were heard for tor'kan around. Putting cloaking systems on at full power, they ventured in to the room.
Coldwind maximised the display and watched with interest. A massive creature, roughly humanoid in shape, was shrieking in agony as teams of Imperial Navy aircraft launched strafing runs. Droplets of blood the size of human heads were falling from the end of his arm and his forehead was creased in agony. Yelling, he reached up and batted away a Thunderbolt, which barrelled rolled away as a finger caught it and came to a stop on the coffee table with a wing on fire but otherwiise unharmed. With a roar of frustration he stepped backwards-and on to a Shas'la.
"Sh*t." cursed Aloh.
The beast seemed not to notice the Pathfinders as they climbed back in to their stealthed Devilfish, or the one splattered all over his foot. He yelled with pain and ran back upstairs at tremendous speed as the scout team retreated too.
Coldwind screamed with rage as he saw the Beast in the flesh for the first time, poking it's head round the door of the room and running off.
"You cowardly bastard! You'll pay for what you did to Kais!" He ran out the door and yelled with rage.
"Oh, poor Kais. Why? Why do the Tau with the least interesting name always die first?" He kicked a Kroot in to a bed post and sat down to be angry in solitude.

Farseer Lakal observed the fortifications his troops had set up. They had done well to do so much in such a short time. he decided that his men would do well to learn about the environment around them. He tapped his comm "Banshee squad one pair up with avenger squad one, you are scout team one, banshee squad two pair up with avenger squad two, you are scout team two. Take a wave serpent per squad and begin scouting the area. I will form a mobile reinforcement unit with the Vampires, storm guardians, two guardian squads and the remaining wave serpents." he smiled at his tactics, his main force of armor would remain here along with some infantry. The forces quickly assembled and set out.

A few hours later the first scout team encountered something strange. The exact transmission came from a Banshee Exarch "Farseer we have found something. It's a giant human fighting other humans, the giant is many times the height of a titan although it does not seem to be heavily armed. The humans it is fighting seem to be imperial guard and an imperial strike cruiser, what are your orders?" Lakal thought about it for a moment. "fall back to base, that position is not viable" The Exarch whined slightly "but it's soo funny"

They returned with several recordings of the incident, these recordings caused much laughter throughout the force. This of course was before the report of scout team two arrived. "Farseer, we have spotted several Tau, they are heavily armed and mobile" Lakal replied "The tau are usually reasonable, i shall attempt to speak with them." The mobile reinforcement unit boarded their vampire transports and made good time to the scout teams location. Upon arrival the Farseer scoped out the tau position himself. He then selected the storm guardian squads as an escort and went to the closest tau unit to him, a squad of fire warriors and attempted to initiate diplomatic discussions. The rest of the force was prepared to swoop in and evacuate him at a moments notice of course.

(in your hand's trollpie)

Lord Castellan Ursarker E. Creed and his squad of stormtroopers stood in the wave serpent, ready to surprise the Eldar. He had always liked infiltrating.
He ordered his Kasrkin to follow him closely, and they were near the crew in a few seconds. They didnt seem to know that they were there at all. Good thing.
The Kasrkin leveled their guns to shoot them, but he stopped them from firing. He would first try this friendly.
'Greetings from Cadia.' he said to them.

(Not very specific Noobbomb, you where supposed to start outside)

The glass ninja wrote:(Not very specific Noobbomb, you where supposed to start outside)

(oh.Oops.)

The Fire Warriors didn't recognise the strange Farseer and his bodyguard striding across the cavern. However, when he began talking to them in their own tongue asking to see their leader, it surpised them so much they burst out laughing.
"Our benevolent Shas'o, Coldwind the Defender, is somewhat... mistrustful of Xenos. If you wish to see his second in command, El' Kovash, I'm sure he would be most cooperative." The Farseer nodded slowly, and was escorted with his guards to Kovash's tent, where he had just removed his battlesuit and was settling in for the night. A few Water Caste negotiators stood nearby.
"Greetings, Farseer. What would be your buiseness here?"
"I believe it would be beneficial to the both of us if we were to offer our support to one another. Large numbers of Imperial Guard have been spotted on the lower levels, and we believe we could use your aid in defeating them." Lakal seemed to have swallowed the bulk of his pride in forcing out that last line.
"An alliance, then? I suppose that would be mutually beneficial. However, we have our terms and you have yours, I know, and we shall negotiate them now." After nearly half an hour of discussion they had settled on the terms. The Tau would provide the Eldar military aid as long the Eldar needed it and the Tau could spare it, and vice versa. In addition, the Eldar would join in singing the Tau Empire anthem and occasionally eat with the Tau to promote good relations in return for the Kroot not eating their dead (too many spirit stones) and offering them some equipment if they needed it, such as builder drones and a range of vacuum-sealed appliances. The Eldar reluctantly agreed; now all they needed to do was inform the Commander. Kovash spoke in to a throat mic.
"Commander Coldwind, we have agreed to a mutually beneficial relationship with an Eldar warhost. We hope that-"
"ARE YOU SAYING I'M GOING IN TO BATTLE WITH A BUNCH OF PANSY F***ING SPHESS ELFS-"
"He says it's all in order and wishes our forces a long and fruitful alliance," Kovash said quickly as he shut of his loudspeaker. It, of course, would not be long and fruitful. Eldar weren't made to get along with people, and Kroot weren't made to not eat your dead. It was only a matter of time.

"we noticed on our way in that your supply dump is very small, we can remedy any food shortages you may have. Our base is in a large food storage area. In return i request that you supply us with several earth caste detachments to help us solidify our position" Lakal smiled behind his helmet. "i would also like to invite you, specifically you to a formal alliance ceremony at our base later. Your commander dosen't like me does he? you and your water cast officials here seem much more courteous and reasonable" The Tau seemed to consider this for a moment "that would be most beneficial to our forces, i agree"

(You made me sing a tau anthem?!?!)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In the wave serpent a few miles away, the howling banshee occupants where met with a strange sight. An imperial guard commander and a squad of Kasrkin where speaking to the translucent bubble of the pilots cotpit. They had appeared from nowhere and seemed to think that the Banshees couldn't see them. The pilot couldn't hear anything that was being said. The Banshees reacted almost immediately. They put their swords to the humans throats. The Exarch quite casually extended her glave and said "greeting's from Beil-tan, Mon-keigh what is your business on my transport?."

As Vanaheim's company reached what seemed the be the outskirts of the gigantic fortress, the sound of an intensive firefight could be heard.
Not knowning who was the enemy of where they came from, he issued just one order: "To arms! Prepare for battle!"
Immediatly the column prepared for battle. The crews started loading their guns, while the infantry rushed to advantageous positions, digging themselves in for the fight.
The fighting still carried on and it wasn't sure who was doing what. Judging by the sound, Vanaheim suspected that atleast one side was Imperial, but he wasn't sure.
"Get me the Bataviran scouts," he bellowed across the field, while he drew a map of the surroundings in the ground.
"Let's see what's going on."

OOC: Loner, it would be good if you could extend your posts a little. Usually 1 paragraph is the norm.

TrollPie wrote:OOC: Loner, it would be good if you could extend your posts a little. Usually 1 paragraph is the norm.

OOC: Yeah, it would be good if you could try to put just a bit more detail in. It makes much better reading that way.

Starscream, formed as a fighter-jet, loomed over the strange armies bellow. Soon. Soon, he thought. He raced off, in the interests of waiting for a better time.

Better?

OOC: Sorry guys, still don't fully understand what's expected, so I try to be careful.

'I saw many Xenos, one of wich were you, and I thought I'd take a look. Now, what is YOUR business here, and who are you. I think you dont know who I am, so Ill say who I am. Im Lord Castellan Creed from Cadia, and who are you? Now, if you would please stop holding us, we might just talk to you some more. Now best bring me to your leader.' He said, not moving a singel part of his body. He was laughing inside himself. Did those Eldar think that they could just kill them. They could, he answered himself, but it would be unwise. If Cadia would fall, Chaos would spread and surely attack Eldar too. 'Now, did any of you see some Chaos Space Marines, or I will have to leave.'

“KEEP FIRING!” Kalin bellowed over the roar of the battle, he grabbed a vox set and began to speak into it. “To any Imperial units in the area, this is Squadron Leader Kalin of the 1st Combined Air Assault Wing. We need assistance engaging a large humanoid creature.”
As he spoke a large ring of thick rubber flew over the squadron, narrowly missing one of the vendettas. Bright bolts of imperial weapons fire flew back towards the creature in retort.
“Squadron, scramble, we need to get out of here!” Kalin shouted to his units.
The aircraft rose into the air, after allowing the troops to embark, before zipping out of an open door on the other side of the room.
“Follow me!” The commander ordered over the radio. The squadron followed him obediently, flying upstairs and into another room. This room was set up with another large wooden structure in the centre, this one covered in buildings, mostly ruins, much too small to be used by the creature. Strange plastic objects, with weird arrangements of dots on them littered the platform. The squadron set down, and began to set up in the cover.

Lakal was just about to leave the company of the tau commander when he received a transmission from his reserve force informing him of Creed's presence. "It seems that an Imperial Guard commander is annoying some of my troops, we shall probably speak later. Until then Goodbye." Lakal strode out and was surrounded by his guards in moments. They walked quickly back to their transport's and Lakal personally went to see this Imperial guard commander. When he entered the wave serpent he saw a large, cloaked man surrounded by Kasrkin with howling Banshees pointing their weapons at them.

He heard the guard commander as why his forces where here once again. "your in my tank" Lakal said simply a shrug making itself apparent. He pointed his witch blade at the Kasrkin "tell your lackeys to put down their guns and then we can talk"