Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150519212139

The black-robed Seer ran as fast as his limp allowed him to, following the trail of warp energy. He didn't even bother looking back at the Priest and the Soldiers, he trusted the dear Priest in slaying these mutants all he needed to worry about was getting towards his master. The Sable Seer cloaked himself in darkness with his psychic, moving as a shadow through the hallway, he touched and whispered words of madness to each mutant he passed by. He was hoping his actions and latent psychic commands would force these mutants to either fight amongst themselves, or end their own lives in a bout of insanity, but he didn't bother staying still long enough to force these commands to occur and could only hope these actions would break the morale of the Hordes around his dear Priest. The Seer doesn't know where he is heading, but he's heading very quickly to the source of warp energy. Hopefully it's the Rogue-Witch as the Priest called him, and he would be able to assist his Master in slaying him.