Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171108094439/@comment-1734134-20171117013011

As Alexander summons up a wall of fire around himself, so does Aison cast a wave of flames, turning the chamber into a firestorm which the loyalists are forced to navigate. At the same time, viscous daemonic whispers fill the chamber, staining the souls of all within as the walls of reality thin, leering, malefic taunts rolling through the air. Aison manages to slice open the back of the Librarian. Aison is however, still hit by a steak of high power bolt shells that blast open his power armour. Both tumble to the ground, not dead, but wounded, and bleeding heavily.

The Rubrciane shift their position to defend the sorcerer, providing covering fire while white hot warp flames form a barrier of power armour melting heat around them. Verian manages to take down one of the Rubricane, but his other shot fails to pass through the barrier of flame.

Both the Sister and Ceras fail to strike their targets, while the Rubricane let loose a barrage of shots, their fire blasting open chunks of Veirans armour and throwing him onto his back. Meanwhile, Alexander, bleeding and battered, digs his fingers into the air, tearing open a rift. But something goes wrong. The air grows hot and torrid and reality buckles as Alexander explodes in a shimmering mass of mutating light.

Everyone is thrown to the ground, their bodies cracking and armour ruptured as they’re tossed like rag dolls against the floor. Several Rubricane are destroyed by the blast, while the structure of the pyramid is beginning to fall apart. Only a trio of the dust Astartes remain.