Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150429173912/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150513032834

When Rhall awoke, it was mid-day. The archon pushed himself up from where he lay, facedown in the snow. Looking around, he saw that the blast had landed him atop a hill, and out of sight of the rest of his hunters, who were combing the snow and rocks below, no doubt searching for him. Feeling the sore spot on the back of his head, Rhall tested himself for brain damage by recalling the events prior to him blacking out.

He had tracked the light's servants to a cave near the wreck of the tram, and barged in, finding one of his own vandals chained to a table. There, he was charged by the same titan who had shamed him earlier. before he could enact his revenge, another titan charged him, unleashing some lothesome ability that stripped his shields and damaged his armour. From there, one of their warlocks had attempted to do the same as the titan before him. While he doubted the light's servant saw it, he had enough time to teleport out of the way, avoiding the searing bolt of void light. He had then rallied his forces and led them out of the cave, after the fleeing prey. At that point one of them must have detonated explosives, causing Rhall and his hunters to be hurled from the cave entrance, granting them time to slip away once more.

Satified with his memory, but enraged with his preys repeated flight, Rhall marched down the slope to meet his hunters.

(I recommend you guys investigate that signal next, so I can keep the plotline flowing... Or you could just keep trying to kill each other over a vandal.)