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[Fallen Angels95]

"The squiggoth is coming our way! It gaining already 500 metres and closing!" RUN FOR IT!"

[Draco Ny'ade]

Sprints sideways and cloaks, pulling cross after him

[ogreninja]

Cross runs after the assassin "Throne we better make this!" he says

[Fallen Angels95]

the scout is no where to be seen, there is a gorge up ahead however. if you can just clear it the squiggoth may fall in. If not well you'll be squig food

[ogreninja]

Cross runs with his head down towards the edge of the gorge he jumps throwing his heavy bolter forward adding its momentum to the jump

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 32 (32) to clear gorge

[Fallen Angels95]

you jump feeling the rush of air below your feet, alas you begin to fall and desperatly grab out for something, landing on a narrow edge 50 metres down, twisting your ankle. An otherworldly glow seems to be floating towards you from the gorges depths

[ogreninja]

Cross braces himself against the wall of the gorge ready for anything to come his way

[ogreninja]

Spoiler

bump

[Fallen Angels95]

Spoiler

draco is inactive for the time being, but i have a plan

The light illuminates the cavern, blinding the assassin and the scout. Both fall into the gorge along with you. The assassin is knocked unconscious, due to the snapping of his thigh. "Fething hell! what is going on?!" the scout falls next to you, the assassin bundled behind him. "this light..what is it?!" a sillouette is illuminated in the light. A tight fitting wraithbone body glave, pointed helm, xeno weaponry. An Eldar

[ogreninja]

"Throne we're neck deep in shit scout"

[Fallen Angels95]

The eldar farseer lifts a perfect finger and points at you "I am Ulthweti, farseer of the Eldar craftworlds. It seems you are in a bit of a....prediciment." The Eldar's eyes glow a deathly blue and the squiggoth's rampage comes to a sudden halt as the cliff face gives way. The monsters weight was an advantage, but it was it's downfall as well. Holloring and screaming the ork riders ploughed into the abyss below. Passing straight through the apparently ethereal Eldar. " holy throne! "

[ogreninja]

Limping cross walks to the edge of the ledge and looks at the decending sqiggoth and orks "Throne"
Looking at the farseer cross tighens his grip on his heavy bolter "i thank you for the help farseer but why are you skulking in a gorge on this planet?"

[Fallen Angels95]

"This was our home, after our craftworld crashed her 20 millenia ago..but these questions are best saved for the seer council come follow me"

[ogreninja]

"the what council" cross says to the scout as he limps after the farseer

[Draco Ny'ade]

"Seer Council, it is a group of warlocks that advise the Farseer"

[ogreninja]

"well let's see what the xenos council want with us" cross say as he limps after the farseer

[Fallen Angels95]

A blue light illuminates the Cavern in which the Farseer had entered. You are stripped of your weapons by rather fearsome looking Howling Banshee's. you look over to see a group of twelve black clad Eldar wearing wraith bone pendents in a heated discussion with the farseer

[ogreninja]

Cross stands there listening to the eldar argue feeling somewhat naked without his bolter

[Fallen Angels95]

The myserious figures turn towards you and look you up and down, circling around you..inspecting you. They prick your finger with a device and take a sample of blood. One of the council t5unr and say something to the farseer in their own language. It appears familier. "Yes, yes it appears he is Ulwantx. He is indeed of an unusual bio-signature. This one is special indeed. take him to his chambers" The farseer turns to the assassin, her lustorous red hair shimmering in the moonlight. "And then there was one. You are a strange individual indeed. removing all traces of your childhood and past, forgetting memories of friends in order to get the job done. A cold blooded killer. There is much you have to learn though" She snaps her fingers and the two holwing banshees come to escort you to your chambers. As you both leave you see the council leaning over the prone form of the scout "yes, he is in a serious weay indeed. Get him to the chinsurgeon right away"

[ogreninja]

Looking somewhat confused by all that is occuring cross sits down and looks around his room