Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150608043113/@comment-24580172-20150609235920

The Mad Seer looked around, slightly confused. Ah yes, he was meant to be with the Priest. His memory seemed to be slightly, static? He couldn't quite remember some things, especially things relating to the Priest. He had forgotten entirely they had a priest, he looked still confused before he used his free hand to brush away some blood from his cloak of feathers. He slowly moved his hand upwards to activate his combead;

"You see my Lord, the Priest and I seperated in an effort to get to you before the Rogue Psyker attempted to engage you in combat. It appears I was not swift enough to reach you before the Witch fell to you and your men. But do not worry my Master, we spilled plenty of blood on this side of the Genetorium."

He growled beneath his mask as he switched the bead off, oh yes did he spill blood. Plenty of it too, human and mutant. Didn't matter to him, as long as their was blood to spill and flesh to devour... Where did that come from? He shivered beneath his cloak. He didn't know where that thought came from. He had to get to his Master, and quickly.