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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I dunno how long you've been fighting, but I can tell you that it is nowhere near as long as me and him have."

[Gunner-Chan]

"In any case I'm not talking... You bastards are getting nothing out of me... Uh..."

Sofia lowers her head down, it seems she's in pain or something...

[WorkerDrone]

"Hey, kid, you okay? You don't look so good there."

[Strife26]

Strife walks down his halways, towards where the knight was. He turns a corner and levels his rifle at the figure.

"Oy, Suzie. You're in my fortress, be ye friend, foe, or frog?"


Meanwhile, the cannon have opened up at some far away target. The fort shakes a little bit.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM-BOOM BOOM

[Gunner-Chan]

"My head... Uh..."

Sofia starts shaking her head around to snap herself out of something.

[Myroc]

Myroc turns around.

"Me?"

Myroc pulls sword, it's blade composed of complete nothingness (what's with this guy and void stuff?).

"I'm Myroc, being of Chaos and (self-proclaimed) Lord of Evil."

[Armok]

Armok knocks at the door again. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The lich turns to face the door.

"Ey, the doors not locked, einstien!

[Armok]

Armok enters. His fur seems slightly damp. He smirks. You feel a strange scent. You are overcome whit an overpowering compulsion to hug his adorable presence.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich feels no compulsion whatsoever to hug Armok.

[Armok]

(well, obviously, he has no nostrils, nor the necessary glands or receptors.)

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(Well, yeah. He is a walking skeleton, after all.)

[Strife26]

Strife regards Myroc warily.

"Well, I am Strife and this is my fortress. Most types are welcome here, I built it as a place for the more powerful beings around to relax without chaos ensuing. If you had entered by the main door, you would have seen the rules list. You'll note that your own powers get diminished somewhat, while I'm at my stongest. I can probably take a minor god here."

"I'd rather not fight though. Would you accompany me to see the others? We've got some other problems right now to deal with."

[Luke_Prowler]

Rest and relaxation. Such sweet words. it's very rare for a space marine to get any before he is wisked away to another battlefield. Ah, but that made the time he did have to himself much better. as the castle shook from cannon fire, luke still sat down, only moving his hand so that his drink would not fall to the ground. It wasn't until WorkerDrone and the Lich walked in carrying Sofie did he get worryed.

"What happened?"

The Space Marine was also not swayed to hug Armok, as all the GRIMDARK in his system has made him immune to such things.

[Myroc]

Myroc sheathes his sword.

"I was only making a joke."

Here's to hope that he doesn't notice what i was searching for.