Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20130921092907/@comment-7232811-20130921152319

Craftworlds are about the size of a planet, & tend to grow larger as they're gradually built upon through the generations. For the purposes of this RP, I will say that this one is small, little larger than our moon, though you will still have a LONG way to travel before you get anywhere. It should take you several hours to reach the dock. Not that you can't have some fun along the way though...

Hmm, that does seem like pushing it quite a lot Corvinos. & I don't think that's Markus' wargear either.

(in the confusion, I slip past the duelling space marines & rush further into the craftworld. This time, I am more cautious, & rely more on my powers & instinct, instead of my more mundane senses, to try & get to my destination.)

Meanwhile...

(the being at the heart of the craftworld has completed his rituals. By his side stand the dead host of this once great craftworld. However, he has only awoken a small portion of the wraithbone shells, no more than two dozen of the smaller ones, & one of the larger constructs. The vast majority he has left untouched, including the towering giants that dominate the room. From there onwards, he leads the dead host to eliminate the numerous interlopers who dare defile the craftworld by settign their polluted feet on it.)