Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150607211332

Achillieus slowly crawled out of his cover, his once black uniform crimson from how much gore was on him. He slowly stood up to his full height, he looked with his visagless mask. He growled softly beneath his mask, his metalic voice echoing ever the slight. He stared at the guard surrounding his dear friend Ramius, could see the fear in all their eyes. He slowly looked to the side to stare at the unconcious Miss Harnar. He slowly began limping towards Ramius before speaking up;

"A minor setback Lord Ramius, the Witch is dead and in his final moment an echo gave birth to some nightmares that have been long buried."

He watched as the Guard slowly grew less comfortable as the gap inbetween them and the Mad Seer decreased. He slowly raised his blood covered hand to rest on Ramius shoulder before leaning in close and whispering to him, his voice of metal holding some phantom of an emotion that might be considered fear;

"I have lost control Lord Ramius, and I must warn you it may happen again. Can I trust you to do what's right if there is no other choice? It would hurt me deeply if I ever lost control and, injured someone who did not deserve it. So please Lord Ramius, do not inform the Master of this. I will do so myself, and accept whatever punishment he seeks to deliever.