Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141003150859/@comment-6078851-20141024161416

as they progressed towards the spaceport Garion again felt gratitude for his brethren in their help, despite the fact that their help was allowing the daemon within to continue gaining control of his being, and as such imperiling them all.

Garion was entirely unaware of their surroundings as they moved through the broken cityscape, his attention fully focused on maintaining his own will, praying to the emperor, trying to block out the almost continuous and insidious whisperings of the daemon, and trying to ignore the pain in his hands which was increasing with every step.

having reached the spaceport Garion finally noticed his surroundings, and the thunderhawk with terminators and the forbidding-looking chaplain standing at the base of the ramp. "thank you Darius, for your aid, but i believe my strength has returned sufficiently for me to carry my own weight, and carry my own weight i must for i cannot board that vessel." saying this Garion came to a halt while still 200 feet from the waiting gunship. "indeed i will not board that vessel for if i do your deaths will most assuredly ensue." Darius stood a few feet from Garion feeling some consternation at these words, Anax, Orphius and Tychus having slowed to a jog with reinforcements so near. speaking to Darius, "my will is almost gone brother, this thing is like a black tide washing over me, and like an ocean i am powerless to prevent it."

with the pain in his hands having reached an unbearable level, even for an astartes, Garion impatiently removed his gauntlets. with a sinking sensation in his stomach and psyche, Darius taking a step backward and raising his weapons, Garion beheld what was wrong with his hands in mute horror... for he no longer had hands but talons! each palm seeming somewhat swollen, each finger about 2 inches longer than they were a mere hour ago, the nails of each finger darkened and having lengthened to appear claw-like....

"ORPHIUS!!" Garion yells in supreme anguish, "for the love of the emperor and all you, and i, hold dear, do your duty and do not let me leave here alive!! the daemon is about to flee and it's taking every iota of my remaining will to hold my place, but i cannot hold this thing for much longer... please..."

as they look they can see Garion's entire body trembling in effort, his face contorting into a grimace, and Darius being nearest thought he could make out what looked like fangs...

OOC: ok folks, this is Garion's last chance for an 'honourable' death, please take it because he might kill some, if not all, of you when the daemon finally takes him, and that's maybe 20 seconds away (rp time).