Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-24580172-20150501000222

The crowfeathered Seer laughed softly, his metalic voice rising and falling in tune. Salvation my dear Priest, we shall find salvation. Atleast that's what he wanted to say to the Priest, yet he wanted the surprise to be just that. A surpise. He looked back towards the group of soldiers before speaking up with his metalic voice reaching a low;

"Our dearest companions can expect to find safety if they decide they wish to be cowards for much longer, I'm beginning to feel psysickness and I would not be impartial to showing these fine soldiers of the Emperor just who they should be afraid of my dear Priest."

He tilted his head to the side before he jerked his blind gaze onto the Priest in such a quick manner it almost look like he broke his neck. He leaned very close to the Priest, his beaked mask nearly poking the Priest's nose before speaking up;

"Mutants dear Priest, many mutants. I expect we should encounter some form of resistance, and should we encounter the Rogue Psyker on our path. Leave him to myself yes?

His psysickness was growing deeply, simple messages across ships couldn't satisfy the need to flex his internal muscle. He learned very early in his career as an Astropath that as his psysickness grew, so did his aggression. His finger tips felt as if they were being skinned, and he could hear the cruel laughter of the dark masters. But he was a patient man, he didn't spend a century in the dark just to crack within a few moments. He could wait to engage himself in a battle of the mind with this rogue, after all. He was a patient man.