Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131019114403/@comment-14745711-20131026193211

IC: Tantibus is by this point suffering from some extreme mood swings, first bordem since nothing seemed to happening, then annoyance at Wartev's shouting since for some reason his voice still breaks when he shouts and now finally curiosity as the two figures walk into the arena.

As Wartev sits down again now content to watch the display, Tantibus barely stops himself from saying "a slight twist isn't it?" But he dosen't and almost slaps himself for coming so close.

With the two figures. Umbra has been watching these two for quite some time now and his interest in their origins is growing. "My lord, perhaps you should see this for yourself?" Far away Timor rises from his throne which by now is gleaming steel and all rust has fallen away from his armour, though it still posses several debts and scrapes. "I will consider it Umbra, but for now, show me your eyes!"

Then upon the wall in front of Timor sees exactly what Umbra sees and is now watching with just as much intrest as his underling.