Post by Dracon Jo're Hararesh on Dec 23, 2004 11:39:44 GMT
Jo're jumped out his transport, blood still dripping from his clothes. He paced quickly over to the main building, Jeth'raq ran up to him,
'Where are the prisoners lord?'he asked
'In that small transport,' Replied Jo're, glancing behind his friend to a large group of workers'You won't need them, theres only eight in there'
'Eight! only eight lord, how badly are we doing out there' the slayer queried.
'Shut up you fool, you haven't seen it, you don't take prisoners down there, you kill or be kill, I've fought countless battles down there already, you don't escape alive from this war, the mandrakes are barely keeping their number, we can't take them alone, I want messengers sent to the Ra'Star, we need more warriors down here, I saw Bel'hemoth fall with my own eyes, ripped out the webway with no head to follow him. His men are all dead, we're losing them by the day. I can't do this with only my mandrakes, send garrisons, warriors Jeth'raq we need warriors' He cried, his friend tried to make him release the grip on his neck. Jo're sat down on the cold steps, the men following they're boss to the prison transports. A young eldar ran up to him,
'Dracon, sorry but the eldars need to speak to you, now,'
As Jo're strode into the great hall he looked around at the men in elegant capes. They stared back at him and 10 of his mandrakes who followed, they're clothes where ripped countless times, their own blood and those of their deluded kin staining everything they owned, their blades unsheathed in their hands, where they had barely left for the past few days. The council began to speak,
'Dracon, your feats are impressive, your men have stay alive beyond all expectation', a thought glistened in Jo're's eyes, the thought of his close friends, in the infirmary half dead.
'A problem has arisen though brave warrior, we need you to head stay in the webway, leave the statue in the hands of your allies.'
'Why?' Jo're asked.
'We've recieved word that the Wraithlord Saunders is now in the system, strike Eldar lands in this here webway, hit them hard, cause the eldar problems as soon as he arrives, this time rip his soul out of him once and for all, take your men now.'
'Where are the prisoners lord?'he asked
'In that small transport,' Replied Jo're, glancing behind his friend to a large group of workers'You won't need them, theres only eight in there'
'Eight! only eight lord, how badly are we doing out there' the slayer queried.
'Shut up you fool, you haven't seen it, you don't take prisoners down there, you kill or be kill, I've fought countless battles down there already, you don't escape alive from this war, the mandrakes are barely keeping their number, we can't take them alone, I want messengers sent to the Ra'Star, we need more warriors down here, I saw Bel'hemoth fall with my own eyes, ripped out the webway with no head to follow him. His men are all dead, we're losing them by the day. I can't do this with only my mandrakes, send garrisons, warriors Jeth'raq we need warriors' He cried, his friend tried to make him release the grip on his neck. Jo're sat down on the cold steps, the men following they're boss to the prison transports. A young eldar ran up to him,
'Dracon, sorry but the eldars need to speak to you, now,'
As Jo're strode into the great hall he looked around at the men in elegant capes. They stared back at him and 10 of his mandrakes who followed, they're clothes where ripped countless times, their own blood and those of their deluded kin staining everything they owned, their blades unsheathed in their hands, where they had barely left for the past few days. The council began to speak,
'Dracon, your feats are impressive, your men have stay alive beyond all expectation', a thought glistened in Jo're's eyes, the thought of his close friends, in the infirmary half dead.
'A problem has arisen though brave warrior, we need you to head stay in the webway, leave the statue in the hands of your allies.'
'Why?' Jo're asked.
'We've recieved word that the Wraithlord Saunders is now in the system, strike Eldar lands in this here webway, hit them hard, cause the eldar problems as soon as he arrives, this time rip his soul out of him once and for all, take your men now.'