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Board Battles / Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Last post by Fallen Templar on Yesterday at 10:38:05 PM »The destruction of the Eye of Terror had been of such a magnitude that it sent a ripple, of sorts, through the Warp that existed between universes. Perhaps a spectacular phenomenon to behold, were anyone there to witness such things. The proverbial tree that falls in the forest with none present to hear it.
But it so happened that, perhaps just this once, someone had been watching. Such an event had captivated the observer's attention, and the ripple's point of origin was quickly sought out. One dimension out of an incalculable multitude. Further scans were made - as swift as they were meticulous - and it was evident that there were still signs of intense energy readings there. Among those readings lay certain power signatures that were of the utmost interest.
After tracking these energies for so long, could their owners really be present here? There was only one way to know for certain.
Amidst the utter carnage that unfolded on the ship, a small portal tore open. One large enough for a person. Out of it stepped a slender figure clad in a suit of all-concealing armour. The figure glanced around at the scene from beneath a hood, under which a large visor glowed like molten metal... just in time to notice the massive, muscle-bound form about to barrel past it.
The newcomer just barely managed to dive out the way and avoid a thoroughly brutal krumpin', before quickly arising from the floor in readiness for the next attack. Curiously, the stranger's armour showed no signs of damage from exposure to the intense heat that radiated from Gulgrim's mighty punch. Even the cloth raiment that was worn over the armour didn't bear so much as a scorch mark.
After recovering from that near miss, the figure swiftly adopted a defensive posture. Senses both technological and supernatural swept the area, trying to take stock of the situation and keep an eye out for any immediate danger at the same time. With a subtle gesture from one of the figure's four hands, the gravity a couple or so metres around it was imperceptibly altered. Whoever were to attempt charging the armoured stranger, or fire any projectiles toward them, would find their efforts to be surely misdirected by this localised field.
But it so happened that, perhaps just this once, someone had been watching. Such an event had captivated the observer's attention, and the ripple's point of origin was quickly sought out. One dimension out of an incalculable multitude. Further scans were made - as swift as they were meticulous - and it was evident that there were still signs of intense energy readings there. Among those readings lay certain power signatures that were of the utmost interest.
After tracking these energies for so long, could their owners really be present here? There was only one way to know for certain.
Amidst the utter carnage that unfolded on the ship, a small portal tore open. One large enough for a person. Out of it stepped a slender figure clad in a suit of all-concealing armour. The figure glanced around at the scene from beneath a hood, under which a large visor glowed like molten metal... just in time to notice the massive, muscle-bound form about to barrel past it.
The newcomer just barely managed to dive out the way and avoid a thoroughly brutal krumpin', before quickly arising from the floor in readiness for the next attack. Curiously, the stranger's armour showed no signs of damage from exposure to the intense heat that radiated from Gulgrim's mighty punch. Even the cloth raiment that was worn over the armour didn't bear so much as a scorch mark.
After recovering from that near miss, the figure swiftly adopted a defensive posture. Senses both technological and supernatural swept the area, trying to take stock of the situation and keep an eye out for any immediate danger at the same time. With a subtle gesture from one of the figure's four hands, the gravity a couple or so metres around it was imperceptibly altered. Whoever were to attempt charging the armoured stranger, or fire any projectiles toward them, would find their efforts to be surely misdirected by this localised field.