Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130927073744/@comment-14745711-20130929210156

IC: Tantibus leans idly against the same wall and watches as the now weakened Wartem. "I suppose it now seems that your interference means little. My master has a use for Sindri and Du'un and your meddling cannot be allowed to harm them, not yet anyway. You however do not rest well in my master's sight." Tantibus idly walks over to Watem and places one finger upon his forehead. There is the sound of burning flesh for a few moments and suddenly, Wartem understands whom he is facing. "But, that is impossible! He was banished! And he was consumed!" "Banishment means nothing to one, and being consumed really, it is never that easy you know. Now, go to sleep, and dream, of all you ever feared and ever would have feared." Tantibus slowly strokes his finger across Watrem's temple. Despite his relaxed posture it is clear that Tantibus is exerting some effort in his task, but it is far worse for Watem, who jerks several times and falls to the floor. He continues to jerk and foam at the mouth before his eyes role up into this head and he dies in agony and terror.

Tantibus turns to the bomb which floats still in the centre of the room. "I think we can leave you here can we not. After all, the others are of no use to my master are they. If Du'un and Sindri escape that is all that matters to my lord." Tantibus suddenly vanishes away, as if he had never been.

OOC: to much?